The only reason you brought me here tonight was because you thought it would appease me. Throw the vicious dog a bone and it’ll soon be eating out of your hand!”
“More like vicious bitch,” he muttered beneath his breath and when he realized that she had heard him, he shrugged unrepentantly. “If you’re going to be using animal metaphors, you may as well get it right.”
So if you follow my blog or my reviews then you already know that I’m a self professed angst whore. I’m talking make it hurt so good kind of angst! The having me deciding whether to reach for the nearest bottle of booze or a xanax kind of angst. The rip my hair out and scream at the ceiling then rock myself in a corner while babbling incoherently kind of angst. Basically, unless it leaves me feeling like I need to be carted off to the nearest institution after I’m done reading it didn’t angst me enough, mkay?
I think you catch my point here. I love me some angst. So a few weeks ago I gots to thinking, when was it that it hit me just how MUCH I enjoy the angsty reads? Does it track back to a particular book? So I went on to Goodreads and scrolled…and scrolled some more…and kept scrolling and lo and behold it all started right. Here. With this book.
No one had ever looked at her and seen perfection—until now.
Delicate, titian-haired Theresa Noble has met her father’s associates in the past, but the gorgeous, Italian-born Sandro De Lucci leaves her speechless. Eighteen months into their marriage, however, Sandro has turned to ice. Desperate to escape a relationship that has proven to be as stubbornly passionate as it is cold and hateful, Theresa summons up the courage to ask for a divorce. But before he’ll grant her request, Sandro demands something from Theresa: a son.
The stalemate sickens her. Never mind that Sandro has yet to introduce Theresa to the large family that means so much to him. Or that Theresa overhears her husband on the phone with a mystery woman. Most damning is that Theresa senses, in Sandro’s treatment of her, the behind-the-scenes machinations of Jackson Noble, her cruel father. From the depths of her anxiety, Theresa must seek an empowering truth about the husband who calls her, with such cold affection, his cara, his beloved.
Now don’t let the cover or even the synopsis fool you here, this book is angsty with a capital A. It’s also a total guilty pleasure read. Alessandro is a grade A asshole for a good chunk of the book and I gobbled it up like the angst starved whore that I am. It was seeeeeeew gewd.
“No. You are not my husband,” she interrupted in a voice thickened with hatred and tears. “You have never been my husband. A husband loves, honours and cherishes! A husband is a lover and a champion….Look into the next room if you want to see what a real husband is, because you are no such thing!”
It’s like Harlequin presents meet angst fest. I mean, total guilty pleasure. If you’re read it then you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about. And if you haven’t, I’m really not sure what you’re waiting for. This is not a fluffy read by any means. We have an arranged marriage, an asshole husband that thinks he knows who his wife is and treats her in kind, and a wife that’s the innocent stuck in a web of deception and lies. Oh, then we also have the epic grovel to beat all grovels? Can it possibly tick off any more of my YES buttons? I ask you?!
Do you remember the book that started your obsession with angst? What about your favorite angsty read? I’d love to hear about all of it in the comments below 😉
