“I’m a what?”
“A werewolf.”
“A werewolf who can’t remember he’s a werewolf because he has amnesia.”
That pretty much sums it up. The timing couldn’t be worse, too. Just when the pain of booting her asshat of a husband to the curb has started to lessen, Ella gets stuck babysitting his hairy amnesiac ass. Well…she is a psychiatric nurse, after all. In exchange for helping Crosby rediscover his inner werewolf,
Ella has the pack’s word she’ll be granted a divorce. She’ll be free to move on. Maybe continue the Twitter flirtation she’s got going with @Hairofthedog. Hey, it’s a start.But Crosby isn’t playing fair. No longer the Grand Poobah of Douchebaggery, with his memories gone, he’s more the charming, fun-loving man Ella fell in love with.
How’s she supposed to hate him when he keeps smiling and charming and, oh yeah, screwing her six ways to Sunday? Though Ella’s body is game for more physical therapy, her mind hasn’t forgotten his betrayal. Crosby will need a damn fine excuse for what he’s done.As it turns out, he has one—and it’s a doozy.
My Review
Honey I Shrunk The Werewolf is one of my favorite books of all time. There is just so much to love with this book! Ella Stills, supernatural nurse on sabbatical, gets called in by her pack to babysit her estranged husband, Crosby Nash, who has come down with an inconvenient case of declarative amnesia. That is, he can’t remember who he is or anything about his life, but he can remember how to function day to day and even pop culture references. Three months ago, Ella kicked Crosby to the curb and burned all his stuff, for what seemed to be a very good reason. But things are rarely as they seem, especially in the supernatural world.
Ella is side-splittingly funny. Snarky, mouthy and quick witted, I found her a joy to read. Cover to cover. Or e-book beginning to e-book end. Whatever. The authors style of dialogue, both external and internal, just can’t be beat. It’s like candy for your brain.
By pack order, Crosby has to go home with Ella and stay in her frilly lavender with mint ruffles-spare bedroom. The home that they use to share. The home that he doesn’t remember. Talk about an emotional landmine! Ella agrees to this so that she may be granted a divorce from Crosby by the pack, something that is a rarity amongst werewolves.
With Crosby being his carefree and oh-so-sexy self, it doesn’t take long in close quarters for the chemistry between he and Ella to reach a fever pitch. One minute Ella’s doing the dishes and the next..well, I don’t want to spoil it for you. Especially because it would be a hot, sweaty, polish-your-pearl- to-kind of spoiler. Hypothetically, of course. *winks*
Things get complicated as Ella learns more of the circumstances surrounding Crosby’s amnesia and that leads to learning more about the secrets he was keeping during their marriage. But Ella also comes to realize the truths she’s been hiding from herself during her three month estrangement from Crosby. It doesn’t hurt that Crosby is intently focused on Ella. He’s determined to make her his, even though he doesn’t know himself from Adam. Crosby is so damned hot and sweet and attentive and knows what’s he’s doing in bed, despite a whopping case of amnesia! Teach a class Crosby! I beg of you! Teach. A. Class. He’s impossible not to love!
Will Crosby remember and overcome Ella’s defenses? Will Ella get answers to the questions she has about Crosby’s secrets? Read and find out! I definitely recommended this read.
- 1. Ella is hysterical. I want to be friends with her. I want to to get drunk with her. Every line of her dialogue is fun to read.
- Ella’s best friend Lola. She is pee-your-pants funny! See excerpt.
- When Crosby shifts for the first time. I love how Ella describes him!
- That there are references to Hoarders, Intervention, Ice Road Truckers and Dancing With The Stars. Love it!
- The author’s sense of humor. We have Ella Stills and Crosby Nash. Uh, big Crosby, Stills and Nash Fan, Ms. Cassidy? What, you didn’t like the addition of Neil Young? I’m with ya. It was sort of like putting a peg leg on a three-legged dog. What’s the point?
- The book’s cover.
- That Ella is having a Twitter (the paranormal edition) affair with @Hairofthedog. I love that the author isn’t afraid that these pop culture references will date her book. I really enjoyed them!
- When Lola brings “babysitter” Ella home passed out drunk to Crosby. Hilarity ensues. Please give Lola her own book!
- The sex was hot and intimate. Good combination.
- That it introduced me to the wonderful writing of Dakota Cassidy. What a gem! I can’t wait to read more of her writing.
- Crosby’s possessive pillow talk. Ungh! Good dirty-talk can be all the foreplay needed when done right, and Crosby does it right!
- This is the kind of book that you keep on your (e-)shelf for when you’ve had a crap day and want to dissolve into a hot bath and escape into hysterics and hot sex. It’s my firm belief that every person has a book like this in their collection.
What I didn’t like about Honey I Shrunk The Werewolf:
- Only that it wasn’t 1000 pages. I could have gone on and on with this book. I loved it that much. Please make it into a series! *begging*
The whiny, petty, overstimulated emotionally and physically half of her offered the broken-record defense. “I can’t trust him,” she said on a huff, blowing her hair out of her face.
Lola’s head swished on the countertop, her red hair a pretty contrast to the black granite. “Uh-uh-uh. If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times. I’m not convinced of that, friend. It’s just never added up for me. I know what the evidence says. I just think there’s more to it than meets the eye. Like there’s something we missed while I handed you gobs of tissues and helped plot his unmerciful death. Now, you did this to yourself. You know how to say no, and I’m sure Crosby would have backed off had you said that magic word. You didn’t because deep down, you know something’s not right about his supposed cheating. So can the bullshit and drink. Drink a lot while freedom is yours for the taking and he’s off finding himself at group therapy.”
“You’re a traitor.”
“I’m a realist,” Lola said on a chuckle.
“I have the name of the woman I caught him with that night.” Take that, traitor.
“Bully for you.”
“Don’t you want to know what it is?”
Lola’s pierced eyebrow rose. “Not even a little.”
“What the hell kind of friend are you?”
“The kind who wants off the Tilt O’ Whirl.”
“She’s gorgeous. Even in broad daylight,” Ella pouted.
“Bet she has big, perky lady lumps.”
Ella sighed in defeat. “The biggest, and they’re real. I can’t smell any silicone on her. Not a scrap.”
“The bitch.”
“That’s more like it.”
“So I know you’re dying to tell me,” Lola prompted.
“Tell you what?”
“Her name.”
No, she wasn’t. “It’s Marina. She’s human.”
“Quaint.”
So quaint it hurts. “She’s like twenty.”
“How predictable,” Lola drawled. “Aren’t all ‘other’ women no older than twenty?”
“Funny.”
“True.”
Probably so. “I met her at the law firm.”
“Big jugs and smart. You should just lie down and die now.”
Ella made a face, wrinkling her nose. “Shut up. She was there as a client.”
Lola cocked her eyebrow again. “Whores need representation?”
“I never called her a whore.” Did.
“The fuck you didn’t.”
Ella’s shoulders slumped. “Okay. I called her a whore.”
“Barbie Whore,” Lola reminded.
“Right. Well, she is blonde.” More weakly offered defenses.
“And smart with big, big jugs.”
“I think I liked her.”
“I didn’t know you swung that way.”
“No. I mean, she’s really genuinely nice.” The Barbie whore.
“A nice whore. There’s one in every pimp’s stable. Whoda thunk?” was Lola’s dry question.
“She asked about Crosby.”
“Did she want to know what size man-panties to buy him? You know, ex-partner to new partner?”
In Ella’s estimation, that probably would have been easier to explain. “She wanted to know where he was.”
“Did you tell her he has amnesia and he doesn’t even know where he is?”
“I told her I’d pass the message on if I saw him.”
Lola winked a long, black false eyelash at her. “You’re such a givah.”
Ella’s eyes rolled upward. “She thought I was his assistant.
That must be the line Crosby fed her about me that night.”
“Good thing she has big jugs. Her smart just blew up.”
“Crosby remembered something last night.”
“Please tell me he knows who shot J. R.”
“He remembered Marina.”
Lola made a fist and dropped it on the countertop. “Fuck. How will I ever sleep at night if I don’t find out who shot J. R.?”
“He said the vibe he got about her was a sisterly vibe.”
“That’s just gone all kinds of too kooky-kinky even for me, sister.”
“When he shifted, he went to the fence.”
“That warrior.”
“He said the reason he went to the fence was because Marina was on the other side.”
“Ah. Behold the power of the booby.”
“Something’s not right on the other side of the fence, Lola.”
Lola dragged the tip of her finger down the bridge of Ella’s nose. “You’re not right on the other side of the fence, kitten.”
“No. I mean, whatever’s on that land between our side and the next town is wrong. There’s this smell… Well, let me clarify. There are lots of smells, and they’re bad. So bad. But there’s also one I can’t pinpoint for the life of me because the other bad smells keep getting in the way, but I know it’s important. It’s something I can’t even begin to describe, but it kept me up half the night.”
“You sure that wasn’t Crosby up half the night?”
“I’m being serious. I smelled something indescribable. Fear and… something that scared the hell out of me.”
“Well, that’s a human’s scent for you.”
Rating:
No comments :
Post a Comment
We would love to hear your thoughts! Please comment below.