File this away under Stupid Crap Romance Heroines Do That No Sane Woman With Two Brain Cells To Rub Together Would Even Contemplate:
My reading has taken a nose-dive this month - what with working two jobs and The Boyfriend being unemployed (a situation that will be rectified on Monday!). In fact, Crescent Moon by Lori Handeland is only the third book I've managed to finish this month.
I've only read one previous book in Handeland's Nightcreature series, and I enjoyed it. In fact, I started out enjoying this one. The first person narration is engaging, the author's werewolf mythology is interesting - but (you knew there was a but coming didn't you?) the whole thing sinks under the weight of the romance - and I use that term rather loosely.
What is it with paranormal romance heroines who suspect that the hunky hero is a werewolf, vampire, wood sprite, tooth fairy, whatever yet they boink their brains out anyway? Who does this? Honestly. I mean, I know sex is a powerful thing, and it feels good and stuff - but the last thing I would do if I thought a guy was going to go all furry on me would be to ride him like a stallion.
Frankly, I'd grab the nearest and largest firearm I could get my hands on and blow his head off. Um, both of them depending on how scared I was. And something tells me I'd be plenty scared.
Am I the only one who finds this sort of thing insulting? Frankly it smacks of too-stupid-to-live behavior. Does the heroine have no self-preservation? Heck, who is that sex starved that they won't take the time to find another man they don't suspect of being a werewolf? Just wander into the nearest fraternity house for cripes sake.
Or maybe I just need to lighten up - which is entirely likely.