Reviewed by Jdmjr85
“Luca…” She whispers my name at night, filling my dreams with her haunting beauty. Her tormented amber eyes beg me for something I don’t understand, and her agonizing pain becomes my own. For years, she’s come to me, calling my name. For years, I’ve never known who she was.
Luca is a tattoo artist who owns his own shop. He is very successful and even though he comes from the "wrong side of the tracks" managed to make the tattoo shop reputable. Tattoo kept Luca out of the streets, but he is still known to hand out beat-downs so people know not to mess with him or his family. Luca only cares about his business and family, which includes his niece. For years Luca had dreams of a phantom woman. He did not know if the woman is real, but he always wakes up with a headache and chest ache. When he finally sees the woman for the first time, Luca cant seem to stay away from her. He learns her name is Jules and he is even more drawn to her now then in his dreams. When Luca is told who Jules is and how they are connected, he vows to stay away. The pull they have towards each other and the way his twin Theo treats her makes that impossible. When the truth finally comes out, things are worse then they thought. Somehow everyone missed the signs of Theo's true self. When Jules and Luca reconnect their connection is undeniable. And I love the rest of the family. They seemed close and genuinely supportive and happy for each other.
Alex Grayson is a great author. I was introduced to her through the Jaded series. The author writes in a way that draws you in and makes you hold on to every word. This book gets a four out of five stars because I kept getting a feeling of deja vu. The story seemed very familiar. Yes, I know author can have similar stories and themes. This one for some reason kept making it harder to read.
She whispers my name at night, filling my dreams with her haunting beauty.
Her tormented amber eyes beg me for something I don’t understand, and her agonizing pain becomes my own.
For years, she’s come to me, calling my name.
For years, I’ve never known who she was.