A Taste of Candy by Twanya Torres is a dark romance rooted in obsession, control, and the slow unraveling of identity, and nowhere is that clearer than in the characters at its center.
Let’s start with Jeremy.
Jeremy lives his life cautiously. At one point, you can see how limited he’s made himself: playing it safe, stuck in a routine he finds boring but doesn’t challenge. It’s not just about fear; it’s about a lack of motivation. After a breakup that clearly left him struggling, his ex walking out without a word, just gone, he returns to Portland with this quiet ache, carrying the belief that being left is inevitable. That’s where we find him: closed off, unsure, and hesitant to believe he’s worth more.
There’s a clear lack of confidence that builds up as the story progresses, but it’s not until Candy enters the picture, his stalker, that that foundation begins to crack.
Candy starts to show him how she sees him. And at first, Jeremy resists. He tells her she doesn’t know him when in reality, she’s the one who knows him best. After all, she’s been watching him for years. Their relationship is complicated, twisted, even, because he’s fully aware she’s stalking him. But he can’t resist her. He revels in the idea that someone is this obsessed with him. And the truth he eventually comes to accept? He’s cut from the same dark cloth as her. He didn’t tame her chaos, he let it call out his own.
And Candy?
She’s wild. Unhinged in the best way. But underneath the obsession is a real, raw devotion. She’s not just stalking Jeremy, she’s protecting him, helping him in ways he doesn’t always see right away. And she’s fighting her own battles, too, ones tied to grief, justice, and vengeance. She’s built an entire network to make things right in the only way she knows how.
One of the most interesting things in this book is watching Jeremy evolve. He starts out unsure, reserved, but as Candy begins to challenge him, his confidence shifts. His desire grows bolder. And in the moments where the power dynamic between them shifts, it’s intense. Electric. And so satisfying to watch unfold.
You’ll taste her presence in every chapter. You'll survive it, but you won't come out clean. Sweet like the candy she leaves behind. Soft like the roses on his doorstep. And sharp enough to leave a scar.