The title to this book is quite misleading. I would suggest other title, like "How much rejection can the TSTL heroine handle before impaling her gorgeous angel c*** on someone else?" or "Eternal Blue Balls, or how Owen is torn between glaring at his sister and giving her what they bvoth need *eyeroll*".
And yes, the eyeroll should really be in the title if you want the reader to know what to expect.
Let's start with the "story": Micah and Ariel, two angels who guard the gates of heaven by having sex 24/7 (seriously! that's what they do!) get killed (while having sex, obviously) and sent to earth by evil minions with an ingenious plan: By putting them in the same family and letting them think they are siblings!
Why that plan is so incredibly infernal? Because that will definetely keep the two from having magical angel sex.
Wow, that's evil. I mean, could you imagine being bereft of your magical sex partner all the while lusting for the other and imagining how incredibly magical you could be if only you weren't siblings? Yes?
Well then enter the world of Owen.
Owen is a twenty-something doctor who actually should be forbidden from working because how do you expect him to concentrate on work when all he thinks about is his beautiful, ethereal, innocent sister...?
Okay, I'll stop here, you get the idea.
Owen thinks about Leah constantly. All the time. When he works, when he sleeps, when he eats. Not a single paragraph passes without him describing at least one part of Leah's goddess-like body in loving and excruciating detail.
All of that wouldn't be that strange if he lived together with her, but no. In fact, they hadn't really talked to each other in ten years. Ten years for god's sake! You'd think that time, if not kill the love, would at least keep a person from wasting every breathing moment on ethereal titties.
At the same time, Owen is haunted by his guilt for wanting to fuck his sister because that would be, well, wrong. Which doesn't keep him from picturing said deed 24/7, duh.
Leah, on the other hand, is desperate for her brother's love. They had been so close when they were children, but now everything had changed. And she just can't understand why because they had been so close! Owen and Leah had been so close that she dedicates every sentence she forms to the closeness they lost because she (oh no!) made out with her brother years ago.
Which was totally no big deal, right? I mean, siblings do that all the time, and it's perfectly normal.
Um. Yeah. So, those two mildly retarded people meet again as Leah moves to Owens town and stays in his appartment.
Oh, flaring nostrils! Tangible sexual tension sticky with guilt! Cheesy dialogues and big romance.
But mostly just stupid ideas.
Like Leah trying to heal her brother by reenacting their previous make-out session.
If that's what you would have done, this book is for you. If you don't mind humans without brain having sex and dripping with self-denial all the while, this book is for you.
All other people who are just interested in the (oh, forbidden!) incest theme should probably just look elsewhere.