S.M. Miller lives in the mountains of Southern California with her husband, their adventurous three-year-old son, and two dogs full of hair that test every ounce of her patience.
She balances a full-time career with her passion for writing stories that mix romance, spice, and a sprinkle of darkness. Her books dive into the messy, beautiful chaos of love, healing, and desire.
When she’s not writing, she’s driving with the windows down, blasting music, screaming along to the lyrics with a coffee in her hand.
Some things confused me in this book, like Sara was supposed to be pregnant with a girl but then it’s never mentioned again, then she’s drinking wine and going after Kat to protect her. Kolt going from drowning in debt to buying a house, especially after not having a real job for years. Kolt kept saying I meet your dad or I meet “someone”- should be met. And lastly, Kolt calling Kat baby girl is a huge ick, especially during seggsy times i.e, “Baby girl, you feel me?” Just grossed me out every time he said that. He should’ve stuck with her nickname Blaze. And the seggsy times were boring and repetitive. Ended up skimming most of the book from halfway because I was bored and kept hoping it would get better. Will not read any other books in this series.
Such a great bad vs good story line even when the good isn't perfect and could even be bad themselves in some circles. Love finding its way out of the darkness enabling it to stay in the light