I wanted to love this book, and there were times I almost did. But so much of it left a bad taste in my mouth. It all felt like a jumble of worst things to happen to a person ever, all cured by the magical healing power of sex (forced sex, mind you) between soul mates. Er, no. Just...no. And then there was the ending. Sigh. That's not a happy sigh, by the way, it's more a resigned one.Also, there was a floating erection. Ms. Featherstone can weave a story, for certain. She captured and held my attention, despite my reservations about much of the storyline. Still, it turns out that this was just not the story for me.