I don’t know that I can quite find the words to explain all the things that this book made me feel. It made me ache in so many different ways and for so many different reasons. I ached with joy. I ached with heartbreak. I ached because the characters ached. I ached because their story dug it’s claws into me and refused to let go. I ached because it’s the kind of book that demands that you ache for it—because of it.
Also, I’m at a loss for what genre this book really classified as? It’s romance, for sure, but it’s so much more than that. It’s partially paranormal in a sense, but also a contemporary, but with a twist on it?? And there’s a thriller aspect to it, but it’s more subtle and in the background? I just don’t know how to describe it. It definitely wasn’t a bad thing, but it’s one of those books that doesn’t fit in a specific box and that nagged at me in the back of my head because I kept mulling over it while reading (but that’s just a me-thing).
And don’t even get me started on all the characters. Swayze, Griffin, Nate, Morgan—ALL OF THEM JUST HAD ME, OKAY?? I wanted to dive into the book and just sob all over them because I love them so much and I just want them to be happy and I just—UGH 😭❤️ My heart could burst with how much I adore each of them for their own reasons. They all deserve the world and then some.
This book and this story sucked me in so subtly and so stealthily that I never saw it coming until I couldn’t put the book down. I had to know what came next. I had to know where the story went. The second half of the book especially had me hook, line, and sinker. I was thoroughly enraptured by it and I clung to every word like a lifeline. I was like a bug caught in a spider web and I could feel the spider drawing closer and closer, but the more I struggled to try to break free, the more I got caught up in the web.
And that’s when the last scene in the book came in to deliver the killing blow.
I was NOT ready for the ending that this book delivered. Not even a little bit. NOT EVEN A FRACTION. It MESSED ME UP AND SENT ME IN A TAILSPIN.
And, god, like a part of me in the deep recesses of my mind kind of guessed that the book would end this way (and the more I think about it, the more I want to run around screaming), but I got DISTRACTED by another possible ending and then the REAL ENDING THAT I’D GUESSED FOR A BRIEF MOMENT HAPPENED AND I LOST ALL MY SANITY.
It’s the kind of ending that twists up your insides and sets of an earthquake in your bones so powerful that your hands shake and your lips part with a silent scream that wants to tear free but isn’t able to. It’s kind of ending that leaves you reeling like you just got whiplash. It’s the kind of ending that makes you gasp and flail like a fish out of water. It’s the kind of ending that makes you feel like every second until you can inhale the next book is torture. Yeah—it’s THAT kind of ending.
But luckily for you—and for me—the second book is already out and waiting. SO MAKE SURE TO HAVE IT ON HAND. That is my sage and wise advise to you, and I strongly suggest you heed it. Or suffer a prolonged torture. Your choice 😌