REVIEW: An American Werewolf in Hoboken (Wolfmates I) by Dakota Cassidy
Dear Ms. Cassidy,
An American Werewolf in Hoboken is the first of your Wolfmates trilogy and starts the series off with a bang. I love that so much of the hero’s POV is told while in his shapeshifted werewolf state. And from someone who owns a large dog and spends a fortune on dog “things” I can feel JC’s pain when she walks out of Petsmart after “adopting” Max from the local animal shelter. Thank you for making JC just an average Jane earning a living instead of some high profile lawyer or glamorous model. I do wonder how Max and his pack survive even if it is out in the sticks of New Jersey. Wouldn’t someone report seeing wolves running loose, even if one of them is a vegetarian who keeps pet rabbits? And what’s with grandma Eva’s predictions of lifemates obtained from reading messages in a bowl of chicken noodle soup? Shouldn’t she at least be reading alphabet soup?
As I’m coming to expect, the frequent sex in this book is hot without being silly or crude. Do I want to know if you did research for the “sex on a dining room table” scene? Probably not. Please, I don’t want to read any future scenes with Max shifting during sex though. No, no, no.
I do have a niggle. I realize you had to fit this story into a short format but JC’s change of heart takes place really quickly. If I had doubts about a normal relationship, much less marrying a man who changes into a wolf once a month, it would probably take me longer than a week to go from “no f*cking way” to “I can’t live without him.” But that may be just me. Anyway, B for you.