I know his type. Stuck up. Arrogant. The kind of guy who hasn’t had to work for a damn thing his entire life. Even his name, Henry Caldwell III, reeks of privilege. And me? Well, let’s just say I come with more baggage than a 747 and enough bullsh*t to fuel it. The problem is I want him. Crave him. It’s the kind of pure, all-consuming, panty-soaking lust that can make a girl forget why she swore off men to begin with. He thinks I need saving. But this isn’t a Cinderella story, and he’s no Prince Charming. At least not mine. I learned long ago that trusting any man with my heart isn’t just dangerous – it can be deadly.
Emotionally crippled, smart-mouthed, and sexy as sin, the woman is nothing I need and everything I want. Despite her hard edges, tattoos, and reckless spirit, I know she craves more. More from life, more from love, more from me. She thinks I’m just a trust fund brat and maybe she’s right. But I’ve got secrets of my own. I know what darkness is. I’ve lived it – faced the pit of hell and barely survived. The question is, am I strong enough to face it again? Because if I’m ever going to break through the steel wall she’s placed around her heart, it’ll mean facing demons we both thought were long dead and buried.
2 1/2 out of 5 stars
Did you ever finish a book and wonder why in the hell did I even bother finishing that? That’s how I felt at the end of this book. What the hell did I just read? This review will be very short, and if I’m being honest, not very pro-book.
Henry sees Keeley and is instantly smitten. After a week, he’s professing his love and his purchased an engagement ring.
Keeley has some messed up shit with her family. Her brother is messed up with drugs. Kind of stupid.
Insta-love, a baby after a week and a weak story with no character development make this a very disappointing read.
I would not recommend.