In The Maddest Obsession, we get to see an expanded, detailed history of Christian and Gianna’s relationship (well before The Sweetest Oblivion) and how exactly they got to the point that they did. This is especially the case when, as in The Sweetest Oblivion, these type of characters are viewed through another person’s perspective so any sense of thought process has been colored not only by my view as the reader but another character’s view as well.Īnyway, the point of that long-winded spiel was that I put this one off because I wasn’t sure how I would take to the heroine but I’m so glad that I did pick it up because it was phenomenal in a way completely different from both The Sweetest Oblivion, and book three, The Darkest Temptation. I’m not typically a fan of those ‘hot mess’ type of characters because I really struggle to make sense of their thoughts and reasonings behind their actions. During that introduction, Christian appears mysterious, intriguing, and oh-so-attractive in a dark, dangerous way while Gianna – honestly – comes across as, well, a hot mess. In the first book, The Sweetest Oblivion, we are introduced briefly to both Christian and Gianna. Ok, I’m going to be completely honest here and say that of the three books currently released in this incredible mafia romance series, I left The Maddest Obsession until last to read because of the heroine. 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.

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