Blagica Jankuloska
I actually finished this a few weeks ago, but life happened and I never got around to putting my thoughts together. In the meantime, Brynne Weaver has fully moved into my brain. We’re basically friends now—at least in my imagination. Let me have that.
I loved the first two books in this series—like, deeply loved them. I’ve already bought extra copies to give to people because they were just that good. I was completely hooked, emotionally invested, and obsessed in the best way.
This third installment? Still really good—but it didn’t hit me quite as hard. I wasn’t as consumed by the story as I was with the first two, but I still thoroughly enjoyed it.
Rose and Fionn were a total highlight. Their connection had this sweet, domestic feel from the very beginning that I found so charming. Rose was hilarious and unexpectedly soft—this trained killer who still gets queasy at the sight of blood. It made her so lovable. And Fionn? A brooding, sexy doctor who crochets and watches reality dating shows, yet carries this darker side he’s afraid to confront? I was all in.
Their romance gave me feelings. Fionn driving 13 hours just to make sure Rose was okay—without expecting anything in return? That wrecked me. The tattoo of her heartbeat? The letters? I was melting. It was tender and vulnerable in all the right ways.
And the spice? That bonus chapter? The duet narration—with the Irish accent? No further explanation needed.
This one gets a solid 4 stars from me. I’m still all in on this universe, and I sincerely hope Brynne Weaver has more of these stories in her. Whether it’s a continuation or something brand new in the same style, I’ll be first in line.
I actually finished this a few weeks ago, but life happened and I never got around to putting my thoughts together. In the meantime, Brynne Weaver has fully moved into my brain. We’re basically friends now—at least in my imagination. Let me have that.
I loved the first two books in this series—like, deeply loved them. I’ve already bought extra copies to give to people because they were just that good. I was completely hooked, emotionally invested, and obsessed in the best way.
This third installment? Still really good—but it didn’t hit me quite as hard. I wasn’t as consumed by the story as I was with the first two, but I still thoroughly enjoyed it.
Rose and Fionn were a total highlight. Their connection had this sweet, domestic feel from the very beginning that I found so charming. Rose was hilarious and unexpectedly soft—this trained killer who still gets queasy at the sight of blood. It made her so lovable. And Fionn? A brooding, sexy doctor who crochets and watches reality dating shows, yet carries this darker side he’s afraid to confront? I was all in.
Their romance gave me feelings. Fionn driving 13 hours just to make sure Rose was okay—without expecting anything in return? That wrecked me. The tattoo of her heartbeat? The letters? I was melting. It was tender and vulnerable in all the right ways.
And the spice? That bonus chapter? The duet narration—with the Irish accent? No further explanation needed.
This one gets a solid 4 stars from me. I’m still all in on this universe, and I sincerely hope Brynne Weaver has more of these stories in her. Whether it’s a continuation or something brand new in the same style, I’ll be first in line.