The whimsical ebook cover completely contradicts the tone of this story. If done right, Eve's painting of the three--the serpent, the Eve, the Adam--would've been ominously perfect. Don't misunderstand me. There's a plethora of soft moments throughout, but the meat of this story is tainted with regret, rejection, and rack. BDSM spices the scenes, but Moon doesn't unearth the mechanics and psychology behind it. I would've enjoyed a "Joey Hill" dungeon scene when the triad went to New Orleans, an opportunity to show Eve's still-adjusting perception of the lifestyle. Instead, the BDSM play was kept behind the curtain. Danny was the glue in the story. His big selfless heart paired attractively with his firm, alpha dominance. And the nostalgic back story of three childhood friends, traveling a 10-year, gritty road, makes the reunion deliciously savored. I'll read this again, just for the sensuality and the personalities.