I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
It was not badly written and it did have some potential in the world-building and the basic structure of the story arc.
BUT: It had insta-love/insta-lust plus insta-soulmates via "Radient" (=same thing as sappy shifter mating stuff). It took out every suspense. The romance was foregone conclusion.
Nothing interesting between those two can happen as the best part of a romance for me is the getting to know eacht other, the slow start, the slow burn, the realisation that this one person might be, well, the one. Here it is done instantly.
Also: I dislike the whole self-doubts the heroine has. I am not very far into the novel and I was force-fed like three times, how she doesn't consider herself attractive because of her curvaceous figure. Yes, men are known to hate big boobs...
I do appreciate that not all heroines need to be kick-ass, not all need to have confidence. But really, she was getting on my nerves, as she was such a Mary Sue. The sacrifice for her nephew, her sweetness, her not knowing her own appeal, bla bla bla.
So I stop reading here and go back to some M/M I think.