Pretty good book. There is Claire the heroine, kind of an under-achiever, her boyfriend left her for an older wealthy woman, her art doesn't seem to be going anywhere and she just turned 30, she wishes for excitement and finds herself held at gun-point with the kidnapper taking her to her house.
He tells her his name is Dylan but the news talks about some crash that had a convicted felon on it. Well there is lot of confusion, voodoo dolls and we see the man who calls himself Dylan reveal himself to the reader piece by piece from the death of his missionary parents to life on the streets to fame as a chess master and his quitting the lime-light.
The romance is pretty good as well, we see Claire becoming more confident about her art, not taking her shallow ex back. I don't know sometimes I feel the stories written by Weir have this mystical quality, some pull which makes you love the unconventional romance.
Claire doesn't find out who he is pretty late into the book, still she loves him and he adores her but fears she doesn't feel the same and it was so fun seeing her swing into the motel room with an empty gun, to stop him from going back to what she thought was crime.