Why did I love this book?
I must admit now to having an obsession with female leads who are a bit broken, with spines of steel and a stubborn streak that refuse to bend. Not because I find them eerily similar to my own disposition or anything. *cough*cough*
Anyways, Aria is all that badassery, and a bag of flaming hot chips. The twist and turns book one revealed had me devouring the digital pages into the wee hours of the morning with zero regrets, waking up exhausted to take care of small children. Her man? Wait, let me fan myself from imaginary anticipation. Whew, he’s a hot mess express with enough baggage to sink the best cruise liners.
Amelia peels back the layers of imagination and dives into the raw, pure bliss, that only an author with a wicked imagination and talent can deliver. Go, read, so we can wait in agony together for the next installment.