Book safety, content warnings, and tropes down below.

I wanted to capture the image and hold onto it forever, so on sad days and bad days, on dark dawn mornings when I wished the sun would never rise and the tides would never turn, I’d be able to picture Florian like this and feel his silver coursing through my veins.

Wow. My first Fearne Hill book, and yeah, wow. The writing is phenomenal. Absolutely beautiful. Consider me a fan. Grateful for the ARC.

This book was angsty, heartbreaking, had non-romanticized mental health representation, and created the most stunning visuals. It was like I was on the island with Charles and Florian, like I could walk around the little town and visit the shops and smell the sea. It was really special.

I’m still not actually sure I *like* Florian, but he is without a doubt a great character. Both MCs are flawed in lots of ways, but they’re also loving and caring. Florian is just a very different kind of character from my usuals. I do love that you can feel the difference in the characters’ cultures as well.

I stilled his hand with mine. “Good things come to boys who wait.” His sea-green eyes lit with mischief. “And in them.”

I was expecting it in some ways, but how everything went down was way heavier and angstier than I anticipated. I skimmed ahead to see how it would all pan out before I continued reading. I’m not sure I could’ve stopped. I very highly recommend this book.

⬇️ Blanket spoiler warning ⬇️

⚠️ Tropes & tags ⚠️
Mental health rep
Synaesthesia
Age gap
Hurt/comfort
Slow burn
French setting
French/british MCs

⚠️ Content warning ⚠️
Explicit sexual content
Psychotic episode (on page)
Grief
Past loss of a parent (suicide, off page)
Homophobia
MC being admitted to psychiatric hospital (past and present)
Suicidal thoughts and ideation
Past electroconvulsive therapy
Family member with (assumed) dementia

⚠️Book safety ⚠️
Cheating: No
Other person drama: Florian is a flirty person, but no drama
Breakup: Yes, a few months apart
POV: 1st person, dual
Genre: Contemporary romance
Pairing: M/M
Strict roles or versatile: Strict roles
Main characters’ age: 39 and late twenties
Series: Interconnected standalone
Kindle Unlimited: Yes
Pages: 271

Any moment now, he was going to conclude I was several sandwiches short of a picnic. This conversation was only a hop, skip, and a jump away from ‘I see dead people’.

Guilt that I’d chosen pleasure over misery clawed at my mind and I pushed it aside.

Florian hadn’t bothered dressing, which was thoughtful of him.

My delicate Charles, with his fragile mind and tender kisses. With his silvers and greens and yes, I was here for all the scary fucking oranges and reds too. And the clinging, soul-sucking dark shadows. I wanted to feel everything with him. The love of course, and the fun sexy times. Putain, I wanted plenty of those. But I wanted the pain, too. The days when his skies clouded over, and his oceans turned grey and choppy. When his canvases were filled with ugly jagged lines or ripped to shreds before the paint had even dried. When he needed someone to hold him in their arms ready to catch his fall.


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Merged review:

Book safety, content warnings, and tropes down below.

I wanted to capture the image and hold onto it forever, so on sad days and bad days, on dark dawn mornings when I wished the sun would never rise and the tides would never turn, I’d be able to picture Florian like this and feel his silver coursing through my veins.

Wow. My first Fearne Hill book, and yeah, wow. The writing is phenomenal. Absolutely beautiful. Consider me a fan. Grateful for the ARC.

This book was angsty, heartbreaking, had non-romanticized mental health representation, and created the most stunning visuals. It was like I was on the island with Charles and Florian, like I could walk around the little town and visit the shops and smell the sea. It was really special.

I’m still not actually sure I *like* Florian, but he is without a doubt a great character. Both MCs are flawed in lots of ways, but they’re also loving and caring. Florian is just a very different kind of character from my usuals. I do love that you can feel the difference in the characters’ cultures as well.

I stilled his hand with mine. “Good things come to boys who wait.” His sea-green eyes lit with mischief. “And in them.”

I was expecting it in some ways, but how everything went down was way heavier and angstier than I anticipated. I skimmed ahead to see how it would all pan out before I continued reading. I’m not sure I could’ve stopped. I very highly recommend this book.

⬇️ Blanket spoiler warning ⬇️

⚠️ Tropes & tags ⚠️
Mental health rep
Synaesthesia
Age gap
Hurt/comfort
Slow burn
French setting
French/british MCs

⚠️ Content warning ⚠️
Explicit sexual content
Psychotic episode (on page)
Grief
Past loss of a parent (suicide, off page)
Homophobia
MC being admitted to psychiatric hospital (past and present)
Suicidal thoughts and ideation
Past electroconvulsive therapy
Family member with (assumed) dementia

⚠️Book safety ⚠️
Cheating: No
Other person drama: Florian is a flirty person, but no drama
Breakup: Yes, a few months apart
POV: 1st person, dual
Genre: Contemporary romance
Pairing: M/M
Strict roles or versatile: Strict roles
Main characters’ age: 39 and late twenties
Series: Interconnected standalone
Kindle Unlimited: Yes
Pages: 271

Any moment now, he was going to conclude I was several sandwiches short of a picnic. This conversation was only a hop, skip, and a jump away from ‘I see dead people’.

Guilt that I’d chosen pleasure over misery clawed at my mind and I pushed it aside.

Florian hadn’t bothered dressing, which was thoughtful of him.

My delicate Charles, with his fragile mind and tender kisses. With his silvers and greens and yes, I was here for all the scary fucking oranges and reds too. And the clinging, soul-sucking dark shadows. I wanted to feel everything with him. The love of course, and the fun sexy times. Putain, I wanted plenty of those. But I wanted the pain, too. The days when his skies clouded over, and his oceans turned grey and choppy. When his canvases were filled with ugly jagged lines or ripped to shreds before the paint had even dried. When he needed someone to hold him in their arms ready to catch his fall.


You can find most of my reviews on Instagram as well: https://www.instagram.com/booksafety?igsh=MWZ3azhkdDc2Y2ludg%3D%3D&utm_source=qr