All Blake Brennan knows about her past is that her parents died in violent deaths, somebody took her away from the scene of the crime, and left her with a relative, her Aunt Shelley. Years later, when Aunt Shelly was too sick to take care of her, Blake was entrusted to and moved in with Maggie, a middle-aged woman who took in children who no longer had families. There, Blake met Becky, Aubry, and Cole; kids just like her, and they grew up to be the only family she would ever know.
Now Blake is working for a law firm, sharing a flat with Aubry, and trying to be in a relationship with Cole again despite her complicated reasons and deep-seated issues. Also, the nightmares are getting more frequent now, and for good reason. The dark, traumatic past that Blake thought is long gone is now starting to catch up to her, and if she can’t stop it, people she loves are going to end up dead.
There’s a reason why I’m not a fan of this genre. Mainly because I hate when the male characters utter lines like “I love you so much, baby. I will fucking die if you break up with me again, baby. There will be no one else for me but you, baby”, and other cheesy, unrealistic lines chapter after chapter. Also, I’m not crazy about female characters that are too wounded and too dark that they intentionally hurt the men they love, only to come crawling back to them the following day. Maybe with a different style of writing and storytelling this might have worked for me? Who knows?
The story is just so convoluted. The characters are so disconnected. And Blake is such a freaking drama queen with a penchant for hysterics. I found myself just flipping through the pages, frustrated, rolling my eyes, demanding to know what the hell is going on. I seriously skipped pages about Cole and Blake. I only wanted to know what happened in their past, the night of the kidnapping, and then I reached that ridiculous ending. Turns out I have to wait for the second book to know all the answers. What a load of crap.
I only read this book out of curiosity, because of its high ratings on Goodreads. Now, I’m more careful and more discerning so as not to commit this same mistake again. I’m just totally regretting that one whole day I spent reading this book. I’m sorry if I’m ranting, I’m just really pissed. Had this been a proper suspense thriller with more emphasis on the crime, the people who committed the crime, and the things they did to cover up the crime, it would’ve made a more engaging book. Cole and Blake trying to understand their feelings, working through their issues, and acting on their lust for each other? Not so much.