Which Maggie O Farrell Book Is Most Focused On Historical Tragedy

Maeve spent a decade loving Alexander, who was in love with her sister. She found out the hard way — bleeding into concrete, pregnant and alone, with her sister's hands still warm from pushing her through a window. Then she woke up three years in the past and decided she was done being stupid about Alexander Hagreeves. No more fetching his coffee. No more following him around like a lost puppy. No more pretending her sister, Dorothy wasn't winning every single time. She had one life left and she was going to live it for herself. Alexander had other ideas. He refuses to believe she's truly over him. He won't let go.

Alessia De Santis was born into a legacy, but bred for obedience.She had a dream of being a fashion designer but it was swept under the rug because she was promised since birth to the calm and perfect Marco Bellendi, her life was meant to be polished, controlled, and silent. But one wild night shattered everything, and her parents shipped her off to Italy to “straighten out.” She expected lectures. She didn’t expect a secret marriage to the most feared mafia heir in the country,Lorenzo Vitale. She never imagined her bodyguard would be her ex…her step uncle! Salvatore Vitale, Lorenzo’s cold, dominant elder brother… the man who once destroyed her family, and the only one who ever truly saw her. As buried secrets ignite a deadly war, Alessia must choose: submit to the world she was born into, or burn it all down with the man who wants her body, her soul… and maybe her crown. Two brothers. One obsession. A dream which she dreams to fufil.And a queen no one saw coming.

Lila Carrington gets the most shocking news from her father at dinner one day, and all he said was a decree that she has to follow through with even though she has her own reservations—she was supposed to tie the knot with Levi Beaumont. The Carrington and Beaumont families have been enemies for decades, and truthfully none of them know the real reason behind the fight because each person seems to have their own side to the story, so Lila did not understand the reason that her father, who taught her never to associate herself with the Beaumont family, was the same one pushing her into marriage with one of them. Levi did not want the relationship either, but the families had to form an alliance so they could both remain in business. It had to be done. Driven with the passion to stay in business, Lila and Levi help their family out, but with the promise to their parents that it would only last a year and they would be done. What happens when they begin to fall for each other? Do the Carringtons and the Beaumonts reunite, or does a war happen? Legacy of Love and War is a romance like you have never seen before.

Ferngrove must pay for their crimes of stealing an ancient jewel from a Fae High Lord, Valen, and harnessing the power within it. So every century, a daughter of the chief must be taken to Lyria, the realm of the High lord and there she will spend her remaining life paying for her ancestors crimes. After another century, Valen descends on the village once more, taking the beautiful daughter of the chief of Ferngrove, Maerwynn. And he imprisons her in his Court subjecting her to a cruel fate. As the days pass, Valen finds himself inexplicably drawn to Maerwynn, her unwavering strength and beauty stirring something long dormant within his dark heart and when Maerwynn, finds out she's more than a mere human and her destiny is tied to Valen, she gathers enemies like bees to honey. Determined to protect her from the dangers lurking within his own realm and beyond, Valen finds himself making sacrifices he never thought possible, defying the very nature of his being but nothing can stop the war coming. But nothing can stop the war coming, for it will consume completely. ************************* He fixes me with a steely gaze, his voice taking on a darker edge. "You have no business with my Court or any other Court in Lyria, to be precise. You're here to atone for the sins of your ancestors, and you will do so while knowing your place," he declares, his words cutting through the air like a knife. I swallow hard, feeling a heavy weight settle in my chest at his harsh tone and the gravity of his words. "And what is my place?" I inquire, my voice barely above a whisper. His gaze hardens, and his words send a chill down my spine. "My prisoner."

The dagger goes in before she understands her consort is the one holding it. ——— My consort is the one holding the blade. I fall into the Forbidden Zone with his voice in my ear — *You were never going to be the queen this kingdom needed, Rose is everything you are not* — and every stroke downward the Hollow drinks my color, my voice, my breath. As I sink through the dark I understand, in a rising tide of memory I can no longer outrun, what I refused to see: my cousin Rose has been his lover for three years. My uncle Rick has been my father's killer for seven months. I hit the Hollow's floor among the skeletons of seven women who came before me. I should die there. A black pearl pulses in the dark and asks me one question. I say yes. What rises from the Forbidden Zone is not the princess they pushed. My scales burn blood-red shot through with molten gold and piercing teal, edged in obsidian. My voice shatters coral when I choose. I can drain a merfolk's power until their scales grey to driftwood, and I can shift any being between human and merfolk form. But the pearl hungers. Black veins creep across my chest with every life I take. And the throne I want back? It was never the prize. It was the trap. ——— Will Irene become the villainess her kingdom fears? Or will she remember the girl they buried long enough to choose what kind of queen to be? And the older sister who has been waiting two hundred years to use her — what happens when Irene decides the family she was born into is not the one worth dying for?

He branded her a curse. Threw her out under a swollen moon. Walked away while she bled. The bond didn’t snap, it tore... and kept bleeding. Now the Omega they smothered in ash is on her feet, silver-eyed, moon-marked, carrying a power no Alpha can collar. She isn’t hunting revenge. She wants it quiet, bygones. But the past won’t unclench its teeth and neither will he. When the moon spills it's light again, they’ll learn why she didn’t die. She wasn’t meant to. She wasn't cursed, she was chosen. Built to change the pack... or burn it.