Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Romantic Suspense
POV: First Person, Multiple
Series: Standalone
Publisher: Self-Published
Hero: Isaac Porter
Heroine: Everly Cross
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: January 30, 2025
Started On: October 20, 2025
Finished On: October 30, 2025

Irreversible is one of those romances that refuses to fit into a neat box. Dark, disorienting, and relentlessly atmospheric, it drags you into its claustrophobic nightmare from the very first chapter and doesn’t loosen its grip until the final page.
Everly Cross’s life shatters in a single moment when her husband is gunned down in front of her and she herself is abducted by a monster who keeps his victims like collectibles. Locked away for years, Everly’s world shrinks to a cell, a wall, and the voices that comes and goes from he other side. When that voice belongs to Isaac Porter, a disgraced former detective whose obsessive hunt for his missing sister lands him in the same hell Everly occupies, things undergo a monumental shift. Two broken people, separated by concrete and circumstance, become anchored to each other in the darkness.
Isaac is the sort of morally damaged hero I gravitate toward: brash, volatile, wounded, and deeply human beneath those jagged edges. His childhood, marked by violence and neglect, has shaped him into someone who never believed himself worthy of love. Losing his sister pushed him the rest of the way into self-destruction.
Everly, meanwhile, is soft where Isaac is carved out of hard places; educated, sheltered, and gentle, finding herself suddenly thrust into a nightmare she was never built to survive. And yet she does. The strength she develops in captivity and the quiet resilience she carries long after her release form some of the most compelling threads in this novel.
The connection that forms between them, through a wall, shared trauma, and whispered truths and stolen moments is electric. This is not a romance built on grand gestures or tidy emotional arcs. Instead, it is a raw, primal tether forged under extreme pressure.
Once they escape captivity, the story shifts dramatically, exploring the messy aftermath of everything, the jarring return to a world that has moved on without Everly, and Isaac’s continued descent into vengeance. Their eventual reunion, years later, is explosive in every sense and exactly what I wanted; rage, longing, desire, and profound emotional recognition colliding in one unforgettable scene that will live rent-free in my head for a long time.
What I appreciated most was that the authors did not sand down Isaac’s edges or turn Everly into someone unrecognizable to make the romance “fit.” Isaac remains dangerous, volatile, intensely protective, and commitment phobic, a man shaped by his darkness rather than cured of it.
Everly evolves, but she never stops being gentle, empathetic, and soft-hearted. Their intimacy, especially the club scene, is a visceral, scorching culmination of pent-up need and suppressed emotion, but also a turning point that finally allows them to see each other clearly outside the shadows of their shared nightmare.
The villain is deeply unsettling, the timeline jumps are bold, and the twist woven into the ending unexpected and yet strangely fitting. I did find some of the dramatic reveals slightly over the top, but given the genre and tone, the heightened intensity works. What ultimately anchors the book is the emotional core; Isaac and Everly choosing each other not because they become whole, but because they recognize each other’s fractures and love in abundance in spite of it.
Recommended for: readers who love dark romance, morally grey heroes, trauma bonds that evolve into real connection, and stories that blend suspense with searing sensuality.
Final Verdict: Dark, claustrophobic, and scorching—Irreversible delivers a twisted and unforgettable romance between two broken souls who find salvation in each other amidst the most harrowing circumstances.
Favorite Quotes
I settle back against the wall, my hair a tangled curtain around my face. “Isaac…” I murmur. The name falls out effortlessly.
I like it.
His tone dips, veering into that place of vulnerability he loathes to idle in. “You don’t need to say it like that.”
“Like what?”
“All sweet and soft, like it’s your new favorite word.” There’s a notable edge to his tone, gravelly and raw.
Death is easier. Death is tangible.
Loose ends are just tragic, the threads dangling forever out of reach.
“How are you?”
“I’m okay. I took a shower. It was heavenly.”
A smile spreads. “I can imagine. You smell divine.”
“I’m sorry I stank yesterday. I’m sure you needed to take ten showers to eliminate the stench by association.”
“No. You smelled exactly like I remembered.”
God, I hope not. “Like what?”
He pauses, a flash of poignancy lighting up his eyes. “Home.”
When I glance out into the sea of lights and obscured faces…
I notice a man.
I notice a lot of men, but one stands out.
I’m not sure why he snags my attention as he stands off to the side, watching me dance. His arms are crossed, one hip parked against the wall a few feet away. Two long legs are tapered in dark denim, and a gunmetal-gray Henley looks like it’s glued onto him. Muscles bulge against the thin fabric, twitching in time with his stubbled jaw. The man exudes intensity. Something heady and almost…alarming.
I can’t see the color of his eyes through the strobe lights and a cloud of smoke, but I feel them dig into me like a pickaxe.
My breath hitches.
Gazes locked, I squeeze my breasts then drag my fingertips up my chest, my collarbone, and through my hair in an upward, sensual glide. I bite my lip as I stare at him.
He stares back, unflinching. Unblinking.
As I turn the corner, there’s a man leaning against the weathered brick, smoking a cigarette.
I falter.
Our eyes meet through the glow of an overhead streetlamp.
Slowing my steps, I squeeze my purse strap, glancing around at the still-lively street as cars whiz by and people gather in small groups.
My attention flicks back to the man.
The same man I noticed watching me.
He lowers the cigarette, blowing a plume of smoke up toward the sky before settling his dark eyes on me. He doesn’t speak.
“Hey. I saw you in the club.” I’m a few feet away, but I feel the heat emanating from him. Something potent.
I wait for his reply, for the sound of his voice, but his mouth snaps closed. Jaw tight, he just stares at me, wordless. A muscle in his cheek jumps as his eyes roll over me.
He’s incredibly attractive.
Stunning, even.
My skin prickles with goosebumps. I wonder if he heard me over the heavy bass seeping out through the main door. Chewing on my lip, I take a cautious step forward.
I clear my throat, peering down at my sneakers before glancing back up. “I’m Bee. Do you—”
He turns and stalks away.
An image comes into view: two dark, stormy eyes attached to a familiar face, scruff along his jawline, and brown, disheveled hair.
His hand strokes my cheek.
Just a graze. A fleeting, tender touch.
The gesture douses me in warm tingly peace as I slowly twist my head to the side and blink up at him, knowing, believing, with every tortured piece of my soul—
“Isaac,” I breathe out.
His expression changes. He glances around, face hardening as his jaw tics and his muscles clench. He straightens, then backs away gradually, like he doesn’t want to go. His finger curls around a lock of my hair before he releases me.
I watch him retreat.
“No…” Another wave of panic threatens, clogging my throat as I try to pull myself into a sitting position. “Come back…”
I struggle against the new hands that reach out, holding me down. Then I watch, helplessly—heartbreakingly—as he turns on his heel and bolts through the open door, the image of dark-wash jeans and two black boots disappearing from my periphery.
A hand curls around my neck as he bends down, his teeth nicking my jaw.
I shiver. Moan.
Bastard.
Regrouping quickly, I push at his chest again. “Get off me. I swear to God I’ll—”
He snatches a fistful of my hair and tugs my head back, his lips a centimeter from mine. Then he growls out, the tips of our noses grazing, “What’s the matter, Chloe? I thought you liked it rough.”
My eyes widen.
Blood freezes.
Lips parting on a sharp exhale, I gape at him, my fingers twisting the front of his T-shirt. Confirmation glitters in his eyes. His words.
His voice.
Then he fucking smirks.
When the knock comes, it’s light-handed but resolute.
She came to me.
Allowing no time for hesitation, I move to the side, flip the lock, and pull the heavy door open with enough force that it slams into the wall. Before it can fall shut, I lash out like a viper, grip her wrist, and haul her inside. Her gasp lights my nerves like a fuse, and I release her into the room as the door closes, latching automatically.
The lion and his lone gazelle.
She’s all mine.















