This Book Kidnapped Me (and Honestly, I Didn’t Want to Escape)

A No-Holds-Barred Review of Entangled by Vera Kane

Alright book lovers, pull up a chair. Or a velvet chaise lounge. Or just flop dramatically on the floor—because Entangled by Vera Kane deserves a full-body reaction. If you’ve ever found yourself whispering “I just want a little mafia obsession, is that so wrong?” into your Kindle at 2 a.m., this is the book for you.

Because let me tell you: this one doesn’t gently ease you into its world—it kidnaps you, slams the door behind you, and throws away the key. And honestly? I liked it.

Meet Soren: The Girlboss Who Never Asked for This (But Handles It Anyway)

Soren is not your average mafia romance heroine. She’s not wide-eyed and giggling in the rain. She is trapped, and not in a cute "he caught feelings" kind of way. She’s been controlled, sold, manipulated, and imprisoned in a literal and emotional sense for most of her life. Her stepmother—think Cinderella’s evil stepmom but make her ten times more power-hungry—has used her like a bargaining chip since day one.

By the time we meet her, Soren is DONE. She’s not waiting to be saved. She’s just trying to survive.

Enter: the man, the myth, the professional kidnapper with a soul—Kade Luchetti.

Kade is your classic mafia bad boy, if your classic bad boy had a moral crisis every five minutes and looked good while doing it. He’s been born and bred in the life—blood, bullets, betrayal, the usual. He’s done the dirty work. He’s kept the secrets. But underneath all that muscle and mayhem? He’s so tired. He’s basically the mafia equivalent of a burnt-out millennial who just wants to delete Slack and disappear.

His assignment is simple: watch the girl. Don’t get involved. Definitely don’t fall for her.

Plot twist: He does exactly all the things he’s not supposed to do.

Okay, now let’s talk about what we’re all really here for: the tension.

If your idea of a good time is yelling “JUST KISS ALREADY” at fictional characters who are too emotionally constipated to admit they’re in love, welcome. You’re among friends.

The chemistry between Kade and Soren is immediate. It’s electric. It’s dangerous. It’s also the kind of slow-burn tension that makes you consider skipping ahead just to see if they finally snap (don’t do it—wait for the payoff, it’s worth it).

And when they finally come together? It’s fire. Not the candlelight-and-roses kind. I’m talking about the kind of fire that could probably burn your eyebrows off. But what makes it truly addictive isn’t just the heat—it’s the emotion behind it.

These two are not falling into bed because of lust alone. They’re breaking years of trauma, ripping down emotional walls, and then ripping each other’s clothes off. That’s what makes it hit different.

Kade and Soren are a glorious train wreck—the best kind. They’re both emotionally mangled by life. Soren is trying to figure out who she is outside of being someone else’s possession. Kade is fighting off the suffocating expectations of a mafia family legacy he never wanted.

They don’t “complete” each other (because we’re not doing Jerry Maguire fantasies here), but they see each other. Deeply. And that connection? That “oh my God, you’re as messed up as I am and somehow I feel safe with you” energy? That’s the good stuff.

Watching them stumble toward something resembling healing is heart-wrenching, beautiful, and—let’s be honest—hot.

Look, this isn’t a frothy, enemies-to-lovers romcom. This is a story about trauma, control, identity, and clawing your way toward freedom in a world that wants to keep you boxed in.

But somehow, Entangled never feels heavy for the sake of being heavy. Vera Kane knows how to balance the dark with the human. She gives us just enough levity to breathe between the intensity. And just enough emotional gut-punches to make us feel like we’ve survived something by the end.

This book isn’t just about love. It’s about resilience. It’s about rediscovering your own power. And it’s about two people who were never supposed to matter to anyone finally mattering to each other.

If you’re craving a mafia romance with grit, heart, and enough heat to melt your face off (in a good way), Entangled needs to be on your TBR immediately.

It’s dark, it’s swoony, it’s emotionally rich, and—most importantly—it does what so many books in this genre try to do but don’t quite land: it makes you care.

Care about the characters. Care about their pain. Care about their growth. And absolutely care about their bedroom scenes (obviously).

You won’t be the same after reading this one. You’ll either spiral or schedule a reread. Or both. Probably both.

Go. Read. Come back. Let’s scream about it together.

—Your Book-BFF Who Wants a Kade Luchetti of Her Own (Minus the Mafia Drama… Maybe)