“What happens when the terrible twos come in threes?”
That tagline sums it all up perfectly. For Stuti, her toddler triplets are her life. A challenge, yes. A burden, no. And she’s very adamant about that. The reader gets glimpses of what daily struggles her life brings with it. I like it that that the author didn’t mince words in that regard and didn’t paint an ideological, unrealistic picture of motherhood like in some romance novels. At the same time, Rhayne made the love show throw, the perks of being a mother to two little boys and one little girl, the joys that reward Stuti for her long, sometimes harrowing hours. And it is exactly that side that Revath can’t understand at first. I loved the way the author conjured up a crisis to make him ‘break the mold’ and really open his eyes and heart to the little ones and to Stuti’s motherly side. Some of those scenes had me laughing and crying at the same time, and I could picture them easily in my mind.
Revath is an interesting hero. Confident, very sexually aware, self-assured and beneath it all also kind and thoughtful. But he has old wounds and secrets that make him who he is, and at first it seems like he’d never be the right partner for Stuti – despite the sizzling chemistry that made me fan myself several times.
I loved the glimpses of their past, explaining why they are so drawn to each other and what holds them back. There was neither too much nor too little backstory. At times, I found their trust issues so unnerving that I wanted to smash their heads together and tell them to stop circling around the main issue and kiss and make up. But it all made sense and felt all the more real. Maji was a good minor character, holding the strings together without getting in the way.
If you enjoy romance novels that are very sensual and sensuous (without gratuitous escapades between the sheets) and that actually have a deep story to tell, and if you like protagonists who are flawed and credible, then you’re in for a ride here.