First of all—this was my first Charae Lewis book and trust me, it won’t be my last. I'm honestly trying to figure how I'm this late to the party!?

Mr. Hero? Yeah… he had me in a chokehold from the moment he stepped on the page...I'm the problem because he was mean af!

Yazmin’s life is in shambles after a brutal court loss to her no-good ex. Just when it seems like she’s at rock bottom, along comes Natacha with an offer that feels like a lifeline… or so it seems. Babysitting her six-year-old twins? That’s the grand opportunity? Be for real. I was convinced Natacha had something shady going on—because the way she threw those kids at Yazmin so she could disappear and live her best life? Scandalous.

And the twins! Omgosh!!

But let’s talk about what really had me locked in: Yazmin and Hero. The tension, the near-misses, the heartbreak, the pining—it was peak romantic angst. Every time they got close, life came swinging like, “Not today!” And that public call-out scene? If Hero had said that to me while I was out on a date? I would’ve folded like laundry. Immediately.

He knew he messed up—and he showed all the way out trying to fix it. I respected that. Yazmin didn’t make it easy for him, and rightfully so. Between the emotional trauma she was carrying, the betrayal she faced, and being humiliated by not one, but two men back-to-back? She deserved time, space, and then some. But watching her finally choose herself—and happiness? It was everything.

And let me just say: the heat in this book is no joke. Hero? Whew. The elevator scene may have felt a little sudden, but I wasn’t mad at it. Not at all. The chemistry was unreal.

This book didn’t just bring the spice, though—it dug into real issues: grief, mental illness, blackmail, loss, and violence. It got dark. It got heavy. But it was so well done. Raw, messy, and real.

Charae Lewis did what needed to be done. I’m officially a fan. And now? I will be diving into her entire backlist. No questions asked.