What do you think?
Rate this book
320 pages, Paperback
First published June 6, 2019
“All I could do was hope for his mercy. I felt safe, but not secure. Desired, but unwanted. Admired, but unloved.”
“You’re a collected debt, a retaliation, and, quite frankly, pretty decent arm candy. Good night, Miss Rossi.”
“We were entwined and entangled, connected with invisible strings, each of us trying to pull away, only to create more knots that made us closer.”
Our hearts were tarnished. Stained. And guilty. Unpredictable to a fault. And bound to break.
I was born into a glided cage.
Perfection
My first LJ book was Sparrow (Loved), followed by Defy (Lovely), then it all went downhill as I couldn’t for the life of me get on board with subsequent books (particularly Vicious); yet, she stayed on my authors-to-read radar. So, to have this book be this amazing, to have an anti-hero so deliciously bad, to have a heroine who made me cheer, was everything I never knew I needed. Simply breathtaking.
They say that all great love stories have a happy ending. I, Francesca Rossi, found myself erasing and rewriting mine until the very last chapter. One kiss. Two men. Three lives. Entwined together. And somewhere between these two men, I had to find my forever.
“My sweet poison, my gorgeous rival.”I loved Wolfe and Frankie together. Their chemistry was off the charts. Enemies to lovers is something I never tire of reading about and I also love the arranged marriage/marriage of convenience troupe. This book was perfect for me. It had some moments where I wanted to legit throw my kindle, but still I loved it so much.
“A story of a Nemesis and a Villain with no chance at a happy ending.”
“But, my darling, that’s the difference between me and your father. I never pretended to deserve you. I simply took you.”
A story of a Nemesis and a Villain with no chance at a happy ending. Where the prince doesn't save the princess. He tortures her. And the beauty doesn't sleep. She's stuck. In a nightmare.
God, she was sweet, and she was all mine. Not just her body but also her words and her courage.
We were entwined and entangled, connected with invisible strings, each of us trying to pull away, only to create more knots that made us closer.
He turned to me, his grays on my blues, two pools of beautiful lies.