Unfortunately, mine just happened to lie at the end of a line of powder.įirst of all, I highly recommend that you read The Sweetest Oblivion first. And Gianna and Christian were definitely impossible to forget. He could only pass as normal because of his too-handsome face-otherwise, he’d be locked up somewhere, the world seeing him for what he really was.Ī story with characters that are so vivid and unique, that they’re impossible to forget.

His eyes were what nightmares were made of, ice and fire, and filled with secrets no one wanted to know. One of those stories that you read that stay with you. The Maddest Obsession was addictive, enrapturing, and all consuming.

Ha! See what I did there? Ok, that was weak, but whatever. Now I thought that I loved The Sweetest Oblivion, but nothing could prepare me for how obsessed I was going to be with this book. Because let’s be honest here, I’m a ridiculously picky shit when it comes to Russian in books. So for me, this was the holy grail of reads. And it had Russian that was 100% correct. And it’s set in a world that I can’t get enough of. Where has this book been all my life?!!!! I’m talking about all of my favorite book crack in one story here, people! And it’s amazingly written. ” The words were malicious yet somehow as soft and desperate as sex in a war-torn field. She’s chaos embodied, not his type, and married, but none of that can stop his eyes from following her wherever she goes.Īll along, she doesn’t even know that she’s his-his frustration, his fascination. Nowhere in Christian’s plans had he ever prepared for Gianna. She hates him-his stone-cold demeanor, his arrogance and too-perceptive eye-but over the years, even as their games consist of insulting each other’s looks and intelligence, she begins to live to play with him. One winter night and their lives intertwine.

With a proclivity for order and the number three, he’s never been tempted to veer off course. Christian Allister has always followed the life plan he’d envisioned in his youth, beneath the harsh lights of a frigid, damp cell. In the New York underworld, others know him as a hustler, a killer, his nature as cold as the heart of ice in his chest. Most see a paragon of morality a special agent upholding the law. Little do most know it’s just a sparkly disguise, there to hide one panic attack at a time. She laughs too loudly, eats without decorum, and mixes up most sayings in the book.

Her dresses are too tight, her heels too tall.

The Maddest Obsession by Danielle Lori