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From Goodreads: The Angel of Innisfree , a Victorian-era historical romance, weaves a story of love overcoming every obstacle during one of the most tumultuous periods in history. It’s 1848, the Irish Potato Famine has claimed more lives than anyone can count, and English landlords are evicting their tenants with a ruthless lack of compassion. Revolutions in Europe are transforming the basic foundations of society while inventions such as the telegraph are changing the way the world works.
Young Brian O’Rourke, an ingenious, Catholic, violin prodigy in a family of outlawed Ribbonmen peasants meets Elizabeth Reilly, a talented Protestant pianist from London, while she’s visiting her father in a nearby castle. After secretly promising themselves to each other at the age of sixteen, Elizabeth returns to London to study piano with Chopin while Brian immigrates to New York on a famine ship. Brian joins the nascent telegraph industry, where he uses his expertise to help slaves escape on the Underground Railroad, travels to California to work on the Transcontinental Telegraph, and to Washington to help President Lincoln during the Civil War. Meanwhile, Elizabeth launches a successful career as a concert pianist in Europe while impatiently searching for Brian to find out if he’s even alive.
This enduring romance captures the passionate spirits of two people determined to find each other regardless of the forces conspiring to keep them apart.
From Goodreads: THE NEW CHILLING, PROPULSIVE NOVEL FROM THE AUTHOR OF THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES AND USA TODAY BESTSELLING BEHIND CLOSED DOORS.
If you can’t trust yourself, who can you trust?
Cass is having a hard time since the night she saw the car in the woods, on the winding rural road, in the middle of a downpour, with the woman sitting inside―the woman who was killed. She’s been trying to put the crime out of her mind; what could she have done, really? It’s a dangerous road to be on in the middle of a storm. Her husband would be furious if he knew she’d broken her promise not to take that shortcut home. And she probably would only have been hurt herself if she’d stopped.
But since then, she’s been forgetting every little thing: where she left the car, if she took her pills, the alarm code, why she ordered a pram when she doesn’t have a baby.
The only thing she can’t forget is that woman, the woman she might have saved, and the terrible nagging guilt.
Or the silent calls she’s receiving, or the feeling that someone’s watching her…