Already, I started out irritated at the story. Not laughing like the first book. Not even hopeful because Ava is cursed and has been for centuries, living some sort of repeat life as a mother of twins destined to fight with each other and die. She was cursed to watch all of her children die. Not the fun read I was hoping it would be. She even tried, during one life to circumvent the awful curse but failed and ended up hanging herself. This was more a paranormal mythological retelling than adult paranormal romance with spice like KF Breene writes. Ava kept having memories of her previous lives, which all ended in hopeless and violent tragedy. She was even Cleopatra in one life, Catherine D’ Medici in another, and Elvis Presley’s mother in another. Why this book series marketed as “Forty is Fabulous” is a mystery. It should read “Forty Cursed Lifetimes.” I don’t relate to Ava in any way. I don’t even want to. Her lives in her words are: “Loveless marriages, heartbreak, twins, betrayal, death. And here I’d gone and repeated the mistakes of my past all over again. The only constant was my love for my twins.” As for spice “Our kiss last night was the hottest thing to ever happen to me.” It was also the hottest thing to happen in the book. That’s it. I was depressed or angry almost the entire time reading. I admit that I learned a bit more of Greek mythology than I knew before, and I’d studied it as a teen. But I wasn’t looking to learn about Greek mythology. I was looking for a fun, spicy, paranormal romance. This was not.