This is another urban fantasy centering on a werewolf. Unfortunately, it’s not nearly as good as Bitten. (See review immediately below.)
Several things about the book bothered me right from the start. For one, the use of smells quickly became overwhelming. Fear smells tangy, lies smell like black pepper, etc. etc. It’s an interesting idea, and certainly smell would play a larger part of a werewolf’s life than a normal human’s, but there’s a limit. One Amazon reviewer commented that the smells took over the book. I felt the same way.
Another was the sentence structure. Short, choppy, nary a dependent clause to be found. I guess the writers thought that this was a good way to convey a masculine POV, but it too got old very quickly. Men can and do actually use commas…even tough men.
And speaking of masculine, it was immediately obvious that this book was written by two women. On page two, as the hero meets the female lead, he thinks, “She was probably a size ten — Maybe a twelve.” Maybe I just don’t get out much, but no man I know looks at a woman and tries to guess her dress size. No straight man, anyway, which the hero presumably is.
This pretty much sank the book for me. The final nail in the coffin was reading that the heroine has won the lottery but, due to a horrible family, feels so hopeless that she asks the hero to kill her. I don’t know about you, but anyone who wins millions of dollars and still can’t figure out a way to (a) get away from her family and (b) be happy isn’t someone I want to read about. Plus, if you’re going to commit suicide, it just seems a whole lot easier and less painful to take a bottle of sleeping pills than have a werewolf rip you apart.
I put this one down after the first chapter.
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