From the second she saw him, Layla Barros knew Nico Soltero was all wrong. Wrong age. Wrong education. Wrong job. Wrong everything. She had a hard enough time convincing her parents that New York really is the right place for their nineteen-year-old daughter without telling them she’s got a thing for the FedEx guy at her new part-time job. Too bad the second she saw him, Layla Barros no longer cared about right and wrong.
You know that feeling that you get when your heart breaks?
Your chest gets tight and there’s a lump in your throat that feels like your heart has just made its way from your ribcage to your oesophagus?
How? How does Nicole French make me experience every single visceral reaction right along with Layla and Nico? I feel shattered, torn and also in love with Nico…
I write this review from tear-stained eyes, completely and utterly wrung out from the emotional journey of this novel and YET! I’m going to read it again and count down every day until the sequel comes out.
I may be a masochist, but French writes so beautifully. Nico and Layla’s story is the first love, the one that got away, the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks and the show-stopping true love of meeting ‘the one’ all wrapped up in one novel that has left me in itty bitty pieces.
French tackles social/political/cultural and woman’s issues in a way that leaves no stone unturned. Coupled with her Spitfire series, no trope is typical. No story goes the way that you expect it to go. There are no clichés, and French WILL rip out your heart.
I loved Layla, with her immaturity and already hardened shell but I fell in LOVE with Nico. The man who treasures her, calls her Sweetie and only wants the best for her (but can still f**k like an animal. Damn.) I’ve gone mad and I’ll never look at a FEDex man the same way again.
French has done it again.