The first letter arrived the day my husband was buried. It was postmarked from the state penitentiary, and contained a single sentence:
I’ll wait forever if I have to.
It was signed by Dante, a man I didn’t know.
Out of simple curiosity, I wrote back to ask him what exactly he was waiting for. His reply?
You.
I told the mystery man he had the wrong girl. He said he didn’t. I said we’d never met, but he said I was wrong.
We went back and forth, exchanging letters every week that grew increasingly more intimate. Then one day, the letters stopped. When I found out why, it was already too late.
Dante was at my doorstep.
And nothing on earth could have prepared me for what happened next.
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WARNING: This novel contains content intended for a mature audience only. Due to explicit language, graphic sex, detailed depictions of death and grief, intense power play dynamics, and other possible triggers, it is not suitable for sensitive readers. (Full list of TWs on author’s website.)
Holy brain fuck of hotness. Pen Pal was like a sexy, beyond steaming, murder mystery. It was absolutely amazing.
As I was reading, I thought the storyline and the instant chemistry was moving too fast. However, it all comes to light at the end why. The sparks literally fly off the pages in this one. It was slightly creepy yet sexy in the best way… I couldn’t put it down.
I kept thinking I knew the twist, and then I’d get thrown off and be like noo it can’t be. It was so hard figuring how out everyone was connected or how each person fit the puzzle. It really was a doozy once it all came to light.
Absolutely recommend this thriller of a book. I could not put it down once I started to get into it.
Jotted by Jena 