Meh! I had high expectations of this one, and the story just failed to deliver. The H Marco was your stereotypical hot Italian, but even his mediterranean charm couldn't save the day when paired with the irritatingly sterile h Caitlyn.
This series revolves around 'Dante's Inferno', or in this case the curse (or the blessing) that the Dante family are afflicted by; due to which they can only have one woman in their lives as their soulmate and their connection is instantaneous and all consuming. The h here, started out by fraternising with the wrong twin; although, to be fair; the Dante meant for her, mislead her about his identity. Said 'wrong twin' also had a bit of an evil streak and wanted to keep the h to himself- and so, played along. However, Marco returns just in time, and like 'Zorro', sweeps the h off her feet and into a hasty marriage in Las Vegas. And that's where the excitement ends.
The rest of the story is about how the h and the H settle in as a couple and it's a whole lot of bickering and wariness - mostly from the h's side. I have to say, this is one h I could never take to. She blew hot and cold through most of the plot- sometimes passionate and carefree; and other times, coldly analytical and sceptical. What finally brings them together is the threat of a snitch on the warpath- whose main objective is to reveal the skeletons in the Dante closet and make money off of it (very Gossip Girl). And then, HEA.
This could have been a good story, if only the author had found a way to make the writing more captivating (maybe with a little more angst - there was plenty of opportunity for the same). Not impressed.