Sold To The Werewolf

I’m not going to have a lot of nice things to say about this book so let’s just get basically the one and only good thing about the story out there first. The best part was that it was for free. That’s it. If you, whoever you are that is reading this review right now, enjoyed the book and can’t handle a negative perspective of the story, then stop reading right now. Because the rest is all downhill.

This is one of those stories that I can’t see any point in. I mean, the reason for an author to write a story should be because she wants to share her imagination and passion in a written world. And that art and hard work is the reason why readers like myself find a reason to want to read, to invest myself emotionally and fully into the story. This book failed on both ends. I can’t see any passion or effort put into the story by the author, simply because the storyline was so so rushed, emotionless and to the point of idiotic in realism. In turn, how am I as a reader supposed to be invested in a story where the author put zero effort in to making it an enjoyable and suspenseful read? Or any effort at all for the matter? It’s like she wrote it expecting and wanting failure.

As I understood it this is supposed to be romance. How exactly? Because I can’t really see any romance more than sex and marriage for convenience and wealth. That doesn’t even count as romance. There should be an emotional bond between them, and sure that’s what the author tries to convince us there is. But, if she does not show us the emotions and them interacting with each other (except when they are doing the deed) in any emotional or romantic way then we readers aren’t going to believe it either. All I could see was a woman in a economical bad situation taking advantage of a man offering her wealth and an easy life.

Off course I can’t skip over the idiotically unrealism in this story either. First of, just the fact that this story is so rushed and so emotionless makes it very unrelatable and unrealistic. However, that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Why is everyone calling her Cher? Literally everyone? Is it some sort of cultural thing in the area where the story takes place? You know the endearment like honey, sweetheart, baby. They are still okay. Or if she is talking to strangers, maybe no endearment at all? Then we have the details the author did not bother remembering correctly. In the beginning the guy was around his fifties, suddenly in the end he was seventy. “Cher” got her first ride home on his bike after their little love affair and then she suddenly is very excited to be riding a bike for the very first time a few days later. Then we have her little brother Charlie who is supposed to be elven but acts like eight and one day suddenly wakes up with cancer. Never mind that cancer progresses over time, this kid just wakes up having cancer to a dangerous life threatening degree.

At last we have the dumbest of the dumbest (and also the cringeyest). Pleasure giving birth. What the hell is that? Is it supposed to be a joke or is the author’s goal for me to roll my eyes out? While giving birth and having her birth-orgasm, will a unicorn also come into the delivery room and bless her with cupcakes and rainbows? Are we at that level of unrealism as well? While I’m at it, a newborn can’t smile. They haven’t learned that yet, so how does Zare know their baby has her mother’s smile?

I could go on and on about everything that bugged me about this book, but at this point it feels like I give more effs about the story than the author did writing it. And she does not deserve my time since she already wasted it with this book. I will only point out one last thing. Why make this a story about werewolves if there is no scenes about werewolves in it? This was completely and utterly pointless.