My soul is tied to someone who doesn’t know I exist.

First, I’ll help her believe. Then, I’ll make her mine.

Yes, I had to include 2 quotes at the beginning because I COULDN’T CHOOSE.

This fairytale retelling was magical and whimsical, tortured and heartbreaking. I’ve never read a Jack Frost retelling and now I need more lmao. I’ve also realized with this book that I like ballet in books too! Lauren put a glossary in the front with ballet terms in it and it was just a thoughtful thing to do and helped with visualization.

Dedication:
For all the times you felt invisible or wasted energy wishing the wrong people would take notice.
I’m here.
… And I see you.

I normally wouldn't include the dedication in a review but this one was really emotional for me so I needed to and I kinda like doing it so maybe I’ll think about doing it for future reviews too👀

“Eyes on us, Tempest,” he whispers. “Don’t you dare close them.”

This book was about healing, overcoming grief and pain, perseverance, and finding love when fate is stacked against you.

She’s a compulsion I can’t shake. An addiction I’m desperate to feed. A high I never want to come down from.

This was definitely emotional, with Jax being invisible to her, to his mate, and he could only watch from the sidelines. Reading Jolie’s struggle with the accident, with her loss, and her injury was painful but done really well. The friendship between Jolie and Lark was also great and I was seriously hoping for Jax to send some well-deserved ice to Blake. I can’t emphasize how much of a dick Blake was.

“Tell me to stop or spread that skirt and let me devour what’s mine,” he growls.

If you like:
⭐️Pierced & textured 🍆
⭐️Spicy spice
⭐️Jack Frost retelling
⭐️Ballerina FMC
⭐️Wolves and knots
⭐️Trauma and therapy healing

Spoiler quote but I had to

Nothing like finding your mate only to watch her die in the same breath to put things in perspective.

Thank you to the author for this ARC!

If I have to steal a thousand tiny moments together, I will. I’ll hoard them away, filling my journal with everything I recall, etching our story into its pages.