If you’ve ever debated whether a brat is born or made, Sloane is living, breathing proof of the “born and bred” theory. A tabloid darling with a talent for scandal, she serves the gutter press fresh chaos on a silver platter. But even unlimited privilege has its limits, and when one headline too many pushes her senator father over the edge, Sloane is swiftly exiled to Obsidian Island with strict orders: lie low, behave, and stay clean. To make sure she doesn’t slip, her father sends Dominic Rivers along for the ride. Officially, he’s the enforcer. In practice? He’s more glorified babysitter than bodyguard—at least at first. Cold, controlled, and rigidly professional, Dominic keeps Sloane at arm’s length, determined to do his job and nothing more. Unfortunately for him, Sloane has never met a boundary she didn’t want to test. What follows is a delicious push-and-pull as Sloane pokes, provokes, and unapologetically presses Dominic’s buttons. She knows exactly how to get under his skin, and the more she does, the more his ironclad control begins to fracture. He knows she’s off-limits. He knows better. And yet, she dismantles every wall he’s ever built, brick by painstaking brick. The tension between them is thick enough to cut with a knife, leaving the reader hanging on every charged interaction, waiting for that inevitable, explosive crack in their defenses. But Obsidian Island is never just about passion and readers of the first book already know it’s hiding far darker secrets beneath the surface. Against that backdrop, I was genuinely surprised by how much Dominic allows Sloane to see as play a dangerous game of desire and restraint. While Dominic’s growing possessiveness held my attention, Sloane proved she was far more than a one-note troublemaker. Yes, she’s a brat, and yes, she often seems to flirt with danger just to provoke a reaction, but she’s layered, complicated, and far more vulnerable than she lets on. What I loved most about these two was their ability to see past each other’s carefully constructed façades. What they find fills the empty, guarded spaces neither knew how to reach alone, explaining why their connection ignites so quickly and burns so intensely. As with any dark romance, there are triggers, so heed the content warnings, but if you’re craving steamy encounters, razor-sharp tension, raw emotion, and gritty drama that grips you from the first page to the last, Isle of Desire delivers on every front.
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