The next knock on her door is a handsome but dangerous looking man named Aiden. Kayla believes his issue is more self-medication and passes on his recommendation. She has an electrician come in who tells her that there is no issues with her electricity but he recommends his psychiatrist to help with her depression. Kayla and her husband had purchased an older house and have spend the last few years fixing it up little by little, but now Kayla is left alone with a leaking roof and randomly flickering lights. Oddly, Kayla finds an envelope addressed to her on her kitchen table from a prison inmate named Dante telling her simply that he will wait for her. Don’t spoil it! View Spoiler » As we begin, Kayla is suffering depression after her husband dies. I am not much for the heavy-handed spankings or the dominance portions, but this story did keep my guessing, trying to figure out what was happening to Kayla and where Dante fit into this story. Melt For You is one of my favorite books but there are others that she is written that I just couldn’t stand to even finish. There is graphic sex involving dominance, some question of domestic abuse and concern about the mental health of the main character, is she crazy or is her house haunted or is it something more sinister? It is as much suspense and mystery as romance but it will definitely keep you guessing. People are posting trigger warning so I will note them here. This is available under Kindle Unlimited. The book description is a bit confusing as you start the story but of course, everything comes together at the end.
I am going to agree with everyone else’s reviews and say don’t read anything about this story. Due to explicit language, graphic sex, detailed depictions of death and grief, intense power play dynamics, and other possible triggers, it is not suitable for sensitive readers. This novel contains content intended for a mature audience only. When I found out why, it was already too late.Īnd nothing on earth could have prepared me for what happened next. We went back and forth, exchanging letters every week that grew increasingly more intimate. I said we’d never met, but he said I was wrong. I told the mystery man he had the wrong girl. Out of simple curiosity, I wrote back to ask him what exactly he was waiting for.
It was signed by Dante, a man I didn’t know. It was postmarked from the state penitentiary, and contained a single sentence: The first letter arrived the day my husband was buried. The #1 international and Amazon Charts bestselling novel If you buy the book using that link, I will receive a small commission from the sale. This post contains affiliate links you can use to purchase the book. Published by Self Published on August 16, 2022
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