I finished this book two days ago, and I am still reeling. Talk about a book hangover! K Webster has become one of my favorite authors. I can’t explain how intense, incredible, dark, beautiful, and scorching this book is.
Braxton Kennedy is a man that has been shattered by his childhood. Growing up in slum, upon slum with his mother, his life hasn’t been easy. The pain and destruction he’s seen in his childhood has molded this man into something else. He is used to making his own toys. And now, a grown man he still makes his own toys.
Only this time, his toys are real. When he finds Jessica on the streets of London, she is dirty, ugly, and in need of a savior. The only thing is, they both don’t know that he will be it. She’s hardened to life in a way that he’s not used to. She’s cheeky, confident, and gives him a run for his money. She challenges him on every turn and he can’t understand why.
Jessica has her own demons to deal with. She’s had a horrific past, and when we learn what she’s been through, it’s evident why these two are so good for each other. I loved her character, she’s strong, determined and she gives Brax as good as she gets. She’s not broken by him as easily as he wants.
Yes, this book blurs lines, crosses boundaries, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t love every single dark part of it. K Webster makes you love the dark, ugly parts of this story. I challenge you to get to the end of this book and not fall in love with Braxton Kennedy. I challenge you to get to the end of this and not love Jessica.
Once again K Webster, has completely knocked the ball out of the park and the ball is not going to be found again. I can’t wait for more from her.