My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I have a bone to pick with the author. And there would be spoilers so proceed at your own risk.
When a bored rich housewife meets a hot tortured French artist, you kinda know what would be happening, even though She has a husband and all. And that would be fine if only they could be grown-ups about it and just face the consequences of their decisions, deal with the heartache and move on. But noooooooo. That’s not the road Mia Asher took. She just made a villain out of Valentina’s husband, a closet one mind you. Because how could you live with a person for twelve years and somehow fail to notice that he’s a sadistic manipulative asshole who also sleeps with his step sister, just for kicks and giggles?
That would have been just fine if it wasn’t just dumped on us around last third of the book totally out of nowhere. Plot twist it wasn’t. For me it felt like a cop out, an excuse for giving Valentina and Seb a happy ending. Too bad, I liked the book before it turned that way.
Over and out