By Keri Lake.

The first 5* book of 2025. An exact mix of an amazing thriller plot (science-based as I like it), mixed with romance, wonder places, and good smut.

And the writing had the perfect depth, never cliché. It made me feel a lot of things.

I tilted my head back towards the window beside us, though which the stars twinkled with constancy in a worlds that felt like it was spinning out of control. Time liquefied between us, rippling in slow currents that bent and swayed with out sweat-slickened bodies. I was slipping, falling, tumbling into feelings that I’d never felt with anyone.

For so long, I struggled to accept and give love. I’d become jaded. Stingy. Untrusting. And because I so rarely relinquished a piece of myself to others, it hurt worse when it was stolen away – the times when the world reached its greedy hand into my life and tore away the pieces of what I loved most. I’d come to learn that at the heart of life was suffering, and pain was an inevitable consequence of love. A slow gnawing ache that began the moment we dared to admit what it was. The shadow behind every adoring glance. The anguish that punctuated those fleeting moments of peace.