I'm going to be honest, this book really hit all the areas I find un-enjoyable in a werewolf story. And I really wanted to enjoy this book. I met the author at a convention and she autographed the book to me. I really wanted to like it after meeting the nice lady behind it. But I really, really didn't.
This was a pure, straight-up fluffy bunny story. Never mind the cover, because that is a complete fake impression of menace and darkness. This book wouldn't menace an 80-year old preschool teacher who'd never seen anything over a G-rating. I'm okay with some warmth and funny, maybe even a bit of fun silly romance in these stories, but my god. What this story did to my beloved monsters, I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. You know that scene in Addam's Family 2, where they lock Wednesday and Pugsley in that "Happy Cabin?" That's what I felt like reading this story.
The main character was just a chick with a dick. Not even a cool chick, either. An annoying, always crying, hug-happy, twit chick with a dick. It also used the over-done and unimaginative "chosen mate" thing. Honestly, I am so tried of that plot device. And the other characters! They were just cardboard cut-outs. No, even worse. They were tired old Disney movie charachtures. The housekeeper who is always cheery and always trying to put food in the menfolk's belly was the worst. She was insipid, annoying, and she didn't even make sense. A housekeeper who has always lived in the State of New York, but for some reason uses British wording? And says things like, "Oh, go on with you, you rascal"! What on earth?
The story goes from bustling, modern New York City to... 1800's England, apparently. The wolf guy isn't just a wealthy generic businessman with a country house upstate. No, he suddenly has a manor with tenants on his vast lands. And with a stable and stable boys. And, in a tense moment in the story, they walk to a certain place "on the grounds" that is important because they can't take the horses who get spooked by the wolves. You know what isn't spooked by wolves? Those new-fangled horseless carriages. How about an ATV or golf cart? I'm pretty sure you won't get thrown from one of those, m'lord. Oh, I'm sorry. They are called Master. "Master Tristan" and "Master Benjamin". My eyes ached from all their rolling.
Maybe I could have bought it, but I wasn't given anything to buy it with. No back up, no reasoning for the unrealistic environment and characters. It didn't make sense and I certainly wasn't swallowing it.
And then, horribly, the whole story went nowhere! Spoiler:The witch breaks the werewolf curse, but the man is now all weak and sad that he has been separated from his wolf. But he's okay with that since his 11-year old son will now be saved from the curse. Oh, then he is able to get his wolf back, yay! And then, in the epilogue, his son... decides to become a werewolf too, since he was "born to be this". Argh! Then it was all pointless?
What was really annoying was that there was always just enough... hope or something to make me keep turning the pages. After the first few pages in, I figured that it would be a fluffy, sappy piece but would have a Harlequin-type ending that made you think, "Okay, fine. It wasn't that bad, I guess" and make you feel a bit silly for enjoying it a little. But this book didn't have that due to the incredibly unsatisfying ending. On top of all that, I paid over $12 for a book full of typos.
I apologize if I sound bitter or nasty, but, like I said, this book jumped into every wading pool of fluff that I try to stay away from. This'll teach me to not get sucked into cool, dark cover art and a nice author behind the table.