Favorite Lines: “Emma is it that time of the month? Yep, he was a dweeb.” (p. 46)
Emma Gavin writes bestselling novels about werewolves, but that doesn’t mean she believes in them—and she certainly doesn’t think she’ll meet one. But that’s exactly what happens when her books catch the attention of a rich and powerful pack of Manhattan Weres, who have kept their existence hidden for centuries. Alarmed by the accuracy of her novels, they’re determined to find out if a renegade is acting as her informant.
Aidan Wallace, the pack leader’s son and heir, knows he’s the wolf for the job, but when he gets close to Emma, they are both surprised by an attraction too strong to deny. To surrender to it, Aidan will have to risk everything—including the security of the pack he’s sworn to protect…
Vicki Lewis Thompson is the author of many books. I recognized her name without pinning it to any book in particular. (You might know her from the Nerd series: Nerds Like it Hot, Nerd Gone Wild, The Nerd Who Loved Me…) She is a straight up romance writer, which I love, but I feel like I stumbled into the category romance hole.
Why? Well, the book is about the relationship between Emma and Aidan. Unfortunately it comes at the expense of the plot. The beginning of the book was great. It introduced the characters and problem while building a believable background and setting. I immediately liked and began rooting for both the hero and heroine. But somewhere along the way the drama which plagued them just magically disappeared.
Shit hit the fan, but the fan blew the chunks and smell away. Right at the peak, the action slid into the background. Maybe it’ll be brought up in the next book, but it does nothing alleviate my irritation at the way it was pushed into the background as if it weren’t a major aspect of the book.
Yes, A Werewolf in Manhattan is a character driven book. It is a fun, do not think type of book. It has moments were I was so embarrassed. (A party involving reader’s of Emma’s werewolf series had me cringing.) It’s not a keeper shelf book, it’s a “I have nothing to read and somebody loaned me this” book. I don’t mean to sound harsh. When I finished reading the story I was ambivalent. It wasn’t until I started writing the review that the lack of plot bothered me. Have you read A Werewolf in Manhattan? What do you think about it?