Ah, another day, another read.

I finished Jared's Wolf this morning, and although I liked the story, I'm not sure why (from Secrets, Volume 8 (paperback)—it's a story of a female werewolf trying to discover why Jared Rocke, a human, is so intent on finding her family and killing her pack leader).

The truth is, I didn't care for most of the characters, each with their very own ego problems, as unlike real people as they can get. Too much of the action is glossed over and written in such a way that I couldn't buy into most of it. However, the sex was well-written and hot enough to satisfy.

I wouldn't read the story again, but I wouldn't tell someone not to read it the first time.

I think, ultimately, it comes down to me feeling like the characters were all too much alike—everyone was a wisecracker and no one took anything seriously. Although I love books that can make me laugh, I don't like stories without a grain of seriousness in them. This story had none, despite the talk of revenge and murder, blood and gore. I want to care about the people in the story, and in this one, I couldn't.

More: Secrets from Red Sage at The Erotic Reader site.