For years, Callie was haunted by strange, recurring visions of fierce desire and an enigmatic lover who excited her like no other. Obsessed with the overpowering passion of her fantasies, she would do anything, go anywhere to make them real - before it was too late.
Mysterious, romantic, and sophisticated, Tresand was the man of Callie's dreams. Yet behind the stranger's cultured facade lurked dark secrets that threatened Callie even as he seduced her very soul.
I really wanted to love this. The ingredients are all there: yearning? Check. Slow burn? Absolutely. A lush, atmospheric Hawaiian setting that practically begs to be romanticised? Yes please. There’s even some intriguing soul mates lore simmering under the surface that 'almost' pulls you in.
But oh… the execution.
Let’s start with the romance, because if you’re here for that tension and payoff then prepare to be edged into oblivion and then handed… nothing. This is “fade to black” taken to an extreme. I’m not saying every book needs to be explicit, but at some point I genuinely wasn’t sure if anything had actually happened or if the characters just made intense eye contact and went to bed. Until the random pregnancy scare was mentioned that is. For a story built on longing, the lack of emotional and physical payoff feels like being promised a feast and getting a politely arranged napkin instead.
Then there’s the writing style. It leans very heavily into verbose descriptions and internal monologues. Normally, I can enjoy a bit of introspection but here it completely derails the pacing. Dialogue gets interrupted constantly by overthinking, to the point where conversations feel unnatural and fragmented. It’s like no one can finish a sentence without disappearing into a spiral of thoughts first. It kills momentum and makes even important moments feel oddly distant. The only plus was the dual POV which continued even in the same chapter. It was done tastefully and was easy to tell when it was switched.
And honestly, the characters didn’t sit right with me either, especially Cailie. The suicide attempt narrative felt uncomfortable in the way it was framed, reducing her to someone fragile, lost, and defined by her lowest point. Instead of building her back up in a meaningful way, the story seems to lean into that weakness as a core trait. And the name change at the end? I hated it. It felt like erasing her entire identity rather than evolving it. Like becoming a vampire meant she had to completely rewrite herself instead of growing into who she already was. It didn’t feel empowering, it felt hollow.
There are glimpses of something better here. The yearning is real. The setting is genuinely beautiful. The soul mate lore has potential. But it’s buried under layers of over description, disrupted pacing, and character choices that just didn’t land for me.
In the end, this was a slow burn that forgot to actually catch fire. This book belongs back in 1994.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.