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A review by julie_loves_books
Resisting Mateo by Sam Mariano
5.0
Psychological Warfare. That's what this whole book is. To say this series is a mafia romance is very far from the truth. 1. I don't consider it a romance. 2. It's more a psychologic thriller on how to manipulate women to get them to do what you want and to want you no matter what you do to them.
I'm giving this book 5-stars, because although it drove me completely crazy, I still couldn't put it down. I needed to know what was going to happen. But...in the end, I hated all of these characters. Mateo truly is a bad guy. He has NO redeeming qualities and I don't see where there's any character arc that Sam Mariano could correct that for me. Mia was a doormat. No matter what he did to this girl, she always took him back. Meg, the one character I did like, ignored everything that was going on around her.
I'm stopping at this book in the series. Although I enjoy her writing, this type of story just isn't for me. The main issue I have is that Mariano was misleading in adding Meg to this story. Why introduce a character that readers would like, just to have her become inconsequential to the story. She sold me on Mateo and Meg, only to have it never have meant anything. Plus, I normally don't mind cheating in books, but this was a first. This whole series is pretty much about Mateo cheating on Meg with Mia...whether he was doing it physically or not. It was just too much. I didn't find this whole story line enjoyable to read (although addictive), and after reading reviews for the next few books, it's the same thing over and over. I just don't like these characters or their drama enough to keep going. I'm not sorry that I committed this much time to the series, but I am disappointed that the story never really progressed and I was so optimistic that it would.
It’s not hard to love him—it’s hard to love him and still love yourself.
I thought loving him would hurt less. Hating him hurts just as much. Everything with Mateo hurts. Everything.
The warring feelings overwhelm me—my heart telling me he’s precious to me, that he’s my world; my brain telling me he’s a monster, a demon, a threat to my very well-being. My heart is so stupid, so unbelievably stupid. No matter what this asshole does to me, it has this indestructible well of softness for him.
My heart sinks instead of filling up, like it did when I loved him before. I’m no longer proud to offer him my love. It doesn’t fill me up to love him now—it subtracts from me.
I'm giving this book 5-stars, because although it drove me completely crazy, I still couldn't put it down. I needed to know what was going to happen. But...in the end, I hated all of these characters. Mateo truly is a bad guy. He has NO redeeming qualities and I don't see where there's any character arc that Sam Mariano could correct that for me. Mia was a doormat. No matter what he did to this girl, she always took him back. Meg, the one character I did like, ignored everything that was going on around her.
I'm stopping at this book in the series. Although I enjoy her writing, this type of story just isn't for me. The main issue I have is that Mariano was misleading in adding Meg to this story. Why introduce a character that readers would like, just to have her become inconsequential to the story. She sold me on Mateo and Meg, only to have it never have meant anything. Plus, I normally don't mind cheating in books, but this was a first. This whole series is pretty much about Mateo cheating on Meg with Mia...whether he was doing it physically or not. It was just too much. I didn't find this whole story line enjoyable to read (although addictive), and after reading reviews for the next few books, it's the same thing over and over. I just don't like these characters or their drama enough to keep going. I'm not sorry that I committed this much time to the series, but I am disappointed that the story never really progressed and I was so optimistic that it would.
It’s not hard to love him—it’s hard to love him and still love yourself.
I thought loving him would hurt less. Hating him hurts just as much. Everything with Mateo hurts. Everything.
The warring feelings overwhelm me—my heart telling me he’s precious to me, that he’s my world; my brain telling me he’s a monster, a demon, a threat to my very well-being. My heart is so stupid, so unbelievably stupid. No matter what this asshole does to me, it has this indestructible well of softness for him.
My heart sinks instead of filling up, like it did when I loved him before. I’m no longer proud to offer him my love. It doesn’t fill me up to love him now—it subtracts from me.