Author:H.L. Holston and Eleanor Bruce
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Cover Artist: Carmen Waters
Genre: paranormal, shifters
Length: 114 pages, 27,700 words
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Is there ever a good time to tell the man with whom you just had mind blowing sex that you're a werewolf and, chances are, come the next full moon, he'll be sporting fur and fangs too?
Police Officer Logan Robinson isn't sure. Logan's been in lust with his partner and best friend Dylan Reed for as long as he can remember. But Logan is a werewolf and after accidentally giving his partner the mating bite during sex Dylan will become one too.
Dylan is royally pissed when he finds out because Logan conveniently forgot to mention his little affliction until after they'd spent the night humping each other's brains out. As if turning into a creature of the night wasn’t enough, Logan and he are investigating murders that look suspiciously like dog-attacks, but they're not.
Finding a killer is tricky enough. Now it will be almost impossible with their personal issues clouding the investigation. And if Dylan does turn into a four-legged freak at the next full moon, the fur will fly.
Review
I really liked the premise of the story: oopsie, you’re going to be a wolf. Played for humor, this could be funny, and I’ve seen it done well. Played seriously, it can be quite moving. The story didn’t quite fall on the side of humor, because Dylan, the bitten partner, reacted very seriously before he got into the spirit of the thing, and the police work had the promise of real police work before it fell apart.
Though this story didn’t quite hit the mark for me, others may like it better. The blend of the over-the-top werewolfisms and the dead bodies, even considering the choice of victims, took itself just seriously enough that the whole came across as heavy handed rather than parody or even happy excess.
For those who are amused, some inconsistencies become chuckleworthy, absent development is an in-joke, and getting smoochy in the middle of carnage is just that old loveable trope where Captain Kirk nails Yeoman Rand (or Spock) while the Klingons are bearing down on them.
Proofreading was sufficiently inadequate as to draw attention to itself.
The ending did actually get me to smile, and could have been played a little harder even.
Perhaps I’m not the right audience for the piece, because it reminded me of my old fandom. 3 marbles
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