I do not even know where to start except with this: Raya, honey, you need therapy. Not a little self care and journaling. I mean professional help. Because the decision making in this book is so wild that I started questioning my own reality. You meet a man, he shows up at your cabin, scares you on purpose because he thinks that is what you want, literally attacks you, leaves marks on your body, and you are hiding in the bathroom like a frightened raccoon. And then two minutes later you are like, okay yes, let’s hook up. Ma’am. That is not tension. That is a case study.
Then the book finally drops the one piece of drama that had me sitting up. Surprise. This girl is married with kids. And I was like okay, now we have mess. I am invested. The problem is it takes half the book to get there, and once it gets there, the story still manages to get even weirder in the most pointless way. Because now the married man is acting like she is ruining his life, like he is not the one who asked for the affair. The hypocrisy was screaming. He is all “do not question me,” and I am all “run, woman, run,” because nothing about this is normal.
And just when you think it cannot get more unhinged, he shows up at the cabin again while her husband and kids are there, just to intimidate them. And then somehow it gets worse, because she is with her husband like married couples are, and this man is outside the window staring at her, and she is into it. Into it. Not afraid. Not alarmed. Just fully accepting that a stranger she met two days ago is outside her window during marital activities. That is not romantic. That is a true crime documentary.
Now let me tell you why I am mad. This book is advertised as a thriller. There is no thrill. There is confusion, there is secondhand embarrassment, there is a deep desire for the plot to become something. But thriller? No. Because the big reveal is that this man was basically hired to stalk her as “inspiration” to write a new book. That is it. He is not a detective. No one in town knows who he is. He is just a paid weirdo who pushed it too far because apparently the assignment was “be creepy,” and he said, “Say less.”
And the ending is… nothing. They confront each other. She writes the book. The end. He does not even tell the husband. And the whole “married with kids” storyline was basically smoke and mirrors. The book finishes and you are left sitting there like, what was the point of any of this? Answer: there was not one.
Also, there was a whole accident set up early on that could have been an actual twist. We never found out what happened, it just got waved away as fake. Excuse me. That could have been the plot. He could have been a murderer. It could have been accidental. It could have made her morally conflicted. It still might have been ridiculous, but at least it would have been a thriller. Instead, we got nothing. Zero. I wasted time and I cannot get it back, but I can get a video review out of it, so at least my suffering had content.
Last note. I am seeing people online calling this great and I am genuinely concerned. What crack are we smoking, and how do I get paid to join that train? Because if influencers are getting checks to lie, I would like to submit my application. This book was worse than Reminders of Him, and I said what I said.
And honestly, the real villain here is that Colleen clearly does not have friends. Because a real friend would have stopped this at chapter three. A real friend would have said, “Baby, put the laptop down. Step away from the cabin. This is not it.” A real friend would have told her, “You are too talented for this. We need to either rewrite the entire plot or we need to kill someone. Preferably someone who deserves it.”
Because I am sorry, but this book reads like everyone around you said “Yes queen” instead of “No ma’am.” And that is why Colleen, we need to connect. I will not lie to you, honey. I will not gas you up and call it a thriller when nothing thrilling happens. I will not let you send a stalker to a cabin and call it romance. I will tell you the truth, gently if possible, loudly if necessary. Verity proved you can deliver. This one proved you need an honest friend in the group chat.