Published: March 4, 2025
Length: 410 pages
Format: Kindle Edition
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Characters: Rhys Dupris and Tabitha
POV: dual, 1st person

𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉:
꧁•⊹٭ marriage of convenience ༊*·˚. sports romance ༊*·˚. wrestling ༊*·˚. touch her and die vibes ༊*·˚. foodie romance ༊*·˚. cinnamon roll alpha ༊*·˚. forced proximity ༊*·˚. small town ٭⊹•꧂

Review

I wish we had more background about Rhys and the lost sister friendship. We are told but never shown they’ve become close and when she passes, she left him as the guardian of her three-year-old child. But here’s the thing, Rhys is a broody guy, the kind that likes his space and privacy, it was hard to see him as a loving and caring dad out of the blue. There was zero relationship developing with the kid. We never saw him interact with the kid before, and has BARELY seen these two together after, for that matter! How on earth am I supposed to see feelings between them? Just because the author told me he loves and cares for the kid I don’t have to suddenly believe her. Show me! Make me feel them!! Make me feel the relationship!!

Also, the chemistry just wasn’t there. All the characters were one-dimensional. And couldn’t get why all the mystery surrounding the hero’s career. About that… Wrestling??? From all the sport in fighting you seriously picked wrestling!? Such a buzzkiller!

“I breathe him in, and he breathes me out, both of us toeing the edge of what could be a disastrous fall.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ This is book e in the Rose Hill Series. Each one can be read as a complete standalone.

Wild Love
Wild Eyes
Wild Side
Wild Card

Blurb

I’d always dreamed of my wedding day. But not like this. Not looking into the eyes of the man who betrayed me.

But when my nephew’s guardianship is contested, I decide I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him in Rose Hill. Even if it means marrying the enemy.

Rhys Dupris.

A man who is secretive, broody, and completely infuriating. A man whose work takes him away for weeks on end and brings him back covered in mysterious bruises—ones he won’t talk about. In fact, we barely talk at all.

Which would be fine, except when he’s not talking, he’s staring. And the way he looks at me is borderline indecent.

The tension between us has always been palpable. But living under the same roof is a dangerous temptation.

I swore I would never forgive him. But that was before I knew the man behind the mask. The one who’s fierce and protective. The one who’s gentle and patient. The one who shows up for us when we need him most.

He’s not at all who I thought he was.

And that makes hating my husband so much harder… and loving him just a little too easy.