The only thing that matters to me is rescuing my sister from the drug-cooking cult that once enslaved us both. I’ve run cons my whole life, and I’ll use my body to get whatever I need. Max Daniels is the last connection I have to that world, the one person reckless enough to get involved. Besides, now that his brothers have turned on him, he needs me too.
The deal was supposed to be simple: a place to hide in exchange for rescuing my sister. Now he’s my prisoner. Totally at my mercy. But I’m the one captivated. Enthralled. Doing everything he asks of me until I’m not sure who’s in control.
We both crave the heat. The more it hurts, the better. But what if Max wants a different life now, to leave the game . . . to love me? I thought I knew better than to get burned. Now I’m in too deep to pull away. And the crazy thing is . . . I don’t want to.
It is with my utmost and heartfelt regret that I’m writing this review. If I’m being honest, my real feelings go deeper than dislike. I had so many problems with this installment – mostly centered on the major characters. Frankly, they did some things that I didn’t agree with and the stuff they pulled on each other was despicable. Regardless of how the story went and no matter how satisfying that ending was, I couldn’t get past my initial revulsion. This is why I’m not cut out for angst or anything resembling dark erotic tales. It reminded me of how I felt about Tiffany Reisz’ The Original Sinners novels and A.N. Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty series. My curiosity got the better of me on that one.
In case you’re not familiar with this series, the second book ended with Max and Joan/Olivia on the run from the MC gang that Max used to lead. Having barely escaped death, Joan drove to Florida where she knew her aunt would be able to fix the bloodied and beaten Max. Her plan of rescuing her sister from the hands of a sadistic drug lord was temporarily on hold – at least until Max recovers from his wounds. But Max was bent on revenge so Joan had to literally handcuff him to make sure he doesn’t escape. This did not bode well with Max. Thus begins the agony of watching a twisted foreplay before my eyes. While some would find it erotic, I found it painful to read. They were borderline abusive and toxic; so much so that it made me feel uncomfortable.
There was also a scene that I couldn’t bear to read. I’d rather not say what it was, but I wasn’t a fan. I skimmed that part mostly because I really hated it. At that point, I debated whether or not I should continue. Truth be told, I haven’t DNF’d a book in a couple of years, so I was not about to let this book change that. I persevered but my face had a permanent grimace the whole time I was reading it. Personal feelings aside, Molly O’Keefe captured Max and Joan in all their broken glory. They’re both determined, albeit, self-destructive; guilt-ridden but their hearts are in the right place – at least when it comes to protecting their families. It takes patience to be able to endure them, and unfortunately, they caught me at a time when I was feeling a bit less generous.
Despite my abhorrence to this book, I’m very excited to read the next one which is, hopefully, Tiffany and Blake’s story. From what I’ve read so far, these two are a ticking time bomb. Everything I Left Unsaid is, arguably one of the best NA series out there. I hope this review will not deter you from reading the books because you would be missing out on stories that are true, gritty, and heartbreaking.