If destiny ever needed a personal assistant with a flair for drama, Fate Made You Mine would be the job application. Anika Skye kicks off this series with a story that crackles—sometimes like electricity, sometimes like static—but always with intent.
We start with Ayla, who inherits a bar from the mother who vanished from her life and left behind far more than cocktail shakers and unpaid invoices. What Ayla actually inherits is a legacy wrapped in secrets, claws, and one very conflicted Alpha named Gage. Their connection is instant, magnetic, and just prickly enough to keep you whispering, “ohhh this is gonna get messy” with a smile.
The chemistry is off the charts, all spark and sizzle. The tension is thick enough to spread on toast, rich and impossible to ignore. And the drama—oh, it shows up early, uninvited, and makes itself right at home.
Now, the story burns bright—breathtakingly so—but it occasionally feels like you’ve arrived fashionably late to a party where everyone already knows each other. Names, places, hints of past events fly around as if you’re expected to nod knowingly. Add in some repetitive phrasing and a few continuity potholes, and the reading experience wobbles just when it should be soaring.
But when this book shines, it shines. The emotional push-and-pull between Ayla and Gage is deliciously intense, and the sense of unraveling something huge keeps the pages flipping faster than a bartender slinging shots on a Saturday night.
In short: an electric, spicy, drama-laced beginning to a series with enormous potential—one that could easily dominate its genre with just a bit more polish. Destiny may be a chaotic matchmaker, but here? It’s undeniably entertaining.