She's exactly what he wants to sink his teeth into...
Jordan Hill is his pack's Alpha. The Big Bad Wolf. And after his last breakup, he's opting to be the lone wolf, too. But then his rival's little sister—a human, of all creatures—comes to his door. And suddenly, what should be a tasty little snack turns out to be something more than Jordan could ever imagine...
Christa Hansen is simply looking for a place to stay. Yet the dark shifter smells irresistibly like forever. But getting involved with the wolf who tried to kill her brother—twice—is lunacy. Besides, in the unforgiving, shadowed world of shifters, there is no room for weakness. And falling for her family's enemy won't just be her downfall...it will be his, too.
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Writing is in Wendy's blood…which is also about thirty percent Mountain Dew and twenty percent chocolate brownies. Wendy has been telling tales since she was a child with varying amounts of success. Her parents clearly anticipated her forays into the paranormal because she heard "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" so many times she could have written the screenplay at age five. She lives with a wonderful husband and two quirky kids and is active in Autism and OCD support networks. She can usually be found on Twitter where she'll talk to anyone who talks to her and occasionally just to herself.
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This Weakness for You
A Taming the Pack Novel
By Wendy Sparrow, Lewis Pollak
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2014 Wendy Sparrow
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"You were right," Garret said, his voice flat.
Jordan was torn between satisfaction and trepidation. He sat down on the couch in his study and stretched his legs toward the gas fire as he held the phone to his ear. "Go on."
Garret's laugh was humorless. "You are something, little brother. You've always been like a dog with a bone."
Tightening his grip on the phone, he clenched his jaw against the words his brother wanted acknowledged: that Jordan was Lycan, so the dog metaphor was correct. The only Lycan among his siblings.
"How did you know it'd be there?" Garret asked.
He took a deep breath and exhaled. If only there'd been someone else he could ask to do this, but Garret had the right connections—or lack of connections. Only a two-footer in a Lycan family would be accepted onto the invitation-only site.
It might have been better if they hadn't turned out a single Lycan—but for the youngest to not only be a Lycan but an obvious lock for Alpha at his size ... Well, hell, it was no wonder his siblings hated him. They were the poster children for why Lycans should only mate with Lycans, because his family history had been loose on that rule up until his own parents. This was the result: the Hill family.
Kids, this is what not to do.
"I just knew," Jordan said finally.
"Not good enough. If you're dragging us into this hell you brought on yourself ..."
"By being Lycan? We're talking about poachers, Garret. Don't be a fool. The only thing we've done is exist."
Garret snorted. It didn't help that Jordan was also the most successful in his family. He'd never asked for any of this. He could hear his brother shuffling things around on a desk. "Sure. And you're a specific target because of ... what? They think you're weak and helpless?"
Jordan swallowed. "Just me? They're only looking for me?" This covert quest for vengeance couldn't drag his pack in. Not now. Not when they were down to families. Because the truth was: this was his fault. And he'd known there'd be a day of reckoning for the deaths of two years ago and his part in them.
"Well, I don't know. Are there many large, black-pelted wolves in Washington State?"
"That's what they said?"
"Yes. Black-pelted. Male. Large."
There weren't many Lycans fitting that description. Most around here were dark or light brown. There were some smaller black-pelted Lycans—a few of them female. But there were only a few he'd classify as large and black-pelted. He was the most obvious choice. "Why are they looking for me? I mean what does it say?" Obviously they were looking for vengeance, same as him.
"Oh, it's careful ... like you expected it to be. Looking for an old friend. Lost touch. Might be unwilling to meet due to circumstances of last meeting."
Jordan smiled. It wasn't a real smile, but it was the only one he had these days. "Well, I can see why they'd think that—I ripped out their friend's throat. But they're wrong about me being unwilling to meet."
"Dammit, Jordan. Don't bring this to our door."
He tightened his jaw, pressing his lips together. Once upon a time, the family had been close—back when they'd all assumed they'd be full Lycan pack members. "It's at our door in the pack." The wolf at the door was not a wolf at all.
"And we're not pack? Is that it?"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he fought another retort. They could be pack. Hell, their kids stood a good chance of being Lycans. It skipped generations. But he knew for a fact, Anthony hadn't told his wife anything about this furry and fanged side of the family, and their oldest should hit puberty any day now. That might be a shock for his sister-inlaw if his nephew Emmett went Teen Wolf on her.
"So, we're worth less because we're not pack?" Garret went on.
When did they get to be junior high girls sniping at each other? "Of course not." It was like the old days when his mother had stopped him from roughhousing with his brothers because they weren't as strong as him. He wasn't to provoke them, either. He exhaled in a huff. "What do they want?"
"It says there's a reward if someone facilitates a meeting."
"Facilitate. That's a nice word for it." Drag him away from the pack and put him on the chopping block, more like.
"Your pack is still too strong for them to come after you, isn't it?" For the first time, he heard actual concern in his brother's voice. If only their envy and Jordan's pride hadn't poisoned their relationships.
"Yes." It was his automatic answer. He'd been humbled by the last two years, but not that much. Glacier pack was still large. It was the largest in Washington State—though not one of the largest in the U.S. anymore, not since the Rainier pack had split off with Travis, his former acting Alpha. There was always safety in numbers, and Glacier pack still had that going for it. And he was their Alpha. His size and strength hadn't changed. And he had little enough to distract him these days. "I just want this on my terms and to be prepared."
"So, you want me to watch this forum member?"
"What's his name?"
"Bo Peep. It could be a woman. It might not even be what you're thinking."
A sheep in wolf clothing—pretending to belong in the outskirts of the Lycan world. "Your instincts say it is." Even if they hadn't shifted, he'd trust his siblings' instincts. That wasn't exclusive to the Lycan side.
"It is. Sometimes, casual looks ... too casual. I can keep an eye on them. See if anyone interacts with them. I might even be able to find out what name they used as entry to the site."
"No. You'll come off looking suspicious. I don't want any extra attention—otherwise I might have tried to get in myself."
"So, what do you want me to do then?"
Jordan stared unseeingly at the fire. Up until two years ago, he'd felt ... invincible. Like death couldn't touch him. No one would dare attack a pack Glacier's size ... and then a poacher had moved on them—helped from within, and three Lycans had wound up dead. Now he no longer felt invincible, but that didn't bother him as much as it once did.
If he pursued this, what did he have to lose? What was he willing to risk?
Nothing and everything.
"Tell them you can arrange a meeting."
"What?" his brother's voice rose in agitation. "You're kidding." There was a brush of air against the mouthpiece as his brother shook his head. "No. No way. That puts me at risk. And mom. And our family. And you." At least he'd remembered to include Jordan—even if it was nearly an afterthought.
"You're only sending a message ... online. You won't be anywhere around here."
"Jordan, I haven't exactly hidden my identity on this site. If these aren't Lycans you're dealing with ..."
"If they aren't ... they wouldn't necessarily know that I'm not pack."
Sometimes, it felt like they talked in circles. "They'll know. You wouldn't be in that forum if you were pack." He'd guessed there had to be somewhere one could contact a poacher. Someone had managed it two years ago. There had to be a place where disgruntled muttering was expected and not treated as fictional psychosis—where you could believe in Lycans and also reject them. The well-hidden, invite-only online forums for humans in Lycan families seemed a logical spot.
"How did you know to look there?"
He could change the subject, or not answer, but, for once, he'd acknowledge the ugly truth. "Because who else believes in Lycans, but hates them enough to turn them over to a death squad?" Those on the fringes of the pack who felt like outcasts when their genes betrayed them. He had sympathy for his siblings. There just wasn't a hell of a lot he could do about it. He couldn't make them Lycans, but he had managed to make them enemies by attempting to draw them into his world. The more he'd tried, the more they'd resented him. They had an uneasy truce by pretending, for the most part, that Jordan wasn't Lycan or the Alpha of a pack.
Silence. Though his brother's breathing picked up. "You know that's not true."
He sighed. "Arrange the meeting."
"I'll think about it and get back with you."
He looked at the clock. "I'll be in the hospital for a bit, and I'll probably have to turn my phone off."
"Maternity ward. Vanessa had a baby."
"She's the blonde with the great legs?"
Jordan smirked. Garret had come to one pack meeting three years ago, but he remembered that. "I wouldn't know." Yes. She had great legs. Not that he cared. "She's mated and married."
"No. A human. A park ranger."
"She married a human?"
"Didn't know you'd had your chance, huh?"
Garret was currently divorced ... for the second time. "You must approve of him ... since you didn't kill him."
For an instant, there was a flash of what might feel like, to a lesser man, shame and embarrassment, but Jordan ignored it. "Actually, I tried. Twice."
His brother laughed. Garret had always focused on the more morbid aspects of pack life as if to prove to himself he wasn't missing much, so it was hard to say whether he believed Jordan had tried to kill Dane.
"Arrange the meeting."
"I'll think about it," Garret repeated.
"And this stays between us. Tell no one."
"Who would I tell?" There was anger there—in the quickening of his breath, in the pitch of his voice. One last reminder that he recognized he wasn't pack and therefore was on the outside.
Jordan moved to hang up and the line crackled and buzzed for a second. "Damn phone." He slammed it down.
It was done. Garret would bait a trap, and they'd see if it was a wolf trap or a man trap. He dragged both hands down his face as he dropped back against the couch. He deserved whatever came to him. If he wound up a black pelt on a poacher's wall, so be it, but they weren't taking this wolf down without a fight. A fight he couldn't wait to start.
It was done. And it was about damn time.
* * *
Christa followed the sound of arguing. Even in the hospital, within hours of their child's birth, they'd be arguing. At least here, it wouldn't be followed by them disappearing for an hour into a closet. She hoped.
"I'm just saying, if his middle name is Reno, there'll be questions about why," Vanessa said.
"It's where we spent our honeymoon," Dane said.
"You don't name kids after places you had sex."
Dane laughed. "Well, no, because we'd just call him Nathanial Everywhere Hansen and be done with it."
"Christa, come in and tell your brother that Nathanial Dane Hansen is a good name," Vanessa called from inside the room.
It was creepy how good her hearing was—it was like supernaturally good. Since they knew she was here, she came in, dragging her balloons with her. "Hey, congratulations, guys. I brought balloons ... just in case Vanessa was allergic. Wait, are you allergic to balloons?"
Vanessa rolled her eyes. "I'm not allergic to everything."
Dane laughed. "But as it happens, those are latex balloons, so, yes."
"Had to say something ..." Vanessa glared at Dane. "It's not like I was going to lick them."
"That's not what they say in Reno." This seemed to be their bizarre version of "that's what she said" and, sometimes, she wondered ... and then she wanted to bleach her brain because this was her brother. Her. Brother.
Vanessa opened her mouth to snark at Dane. Okay, time to head this off before there was an argument ... and the disappearing thing.
Christa pulled down the Mylar balloon in the middle. "Though really, I just bought this for Dane because I thought it was funny."
The silver balloon read, Oh my, he's a big one!
Dane raised his eyebrows and fought a smile.
"You can think of that one as being from Vanessa, though." It was too hilarious to pass up. She handed off the balloons to her brother and then leaned over the bed to look at her first little nephew. Judging from how frequently her brother and his wife disappeared, this round, chubby bundle was the first of many. Dane was even getting away with "dropping a litter" jokes with Vanessa, so clearly, there'd be more. Christa reached over and brushed a finger along her nephew's cheek. He was snuggled down in Vanessa's arms and had slept through their arguing—but he'd been prepared in the womb for that.
"Do you want to hold him?" Vanessa asked.
Christa winced. "Let me take a break first." Her multiple sclerosis was in a take-no-prisoners sort of mood today. Dane frowned and rushed to her side to help her, but she shook him off with a frown. "I just need to sit down for a few minutes. I couldn't get a close parking spot. I'll be fine. I wouldn't have driven if it was a problem." She probably would have. Stubbornness was a Hansen family trait. It was practically in their genes.
She dropped ungracefully into the seat and sighed. Her feet were tingling like she'd just run twenty miles on them. Her MS hadn't responded to the recent stress with her roommate very well. This relapse might be a pain if she didn't solve that problem soon. Dane had a super-concerned-older-brother look on his face.
"So, tell me why my nephew is named Nathanial, and don't give me that crap about Great-Uncle Nate, because my only memory of him is when I was like six, and he yelled at you to eat your damn peas."
Dane grinned. "I remember that, too ... mostly because you asked if you could have my damn peas."
He wasn't getting off that easy, but she did say with a shrug, "I like my peas." Then she stared down Dane. Marriage seemed to have built up his resistance to her stare, because it took about twenty seconds for him to break.
"Uhh, he's named after a ... friend of Vanessa's."
"Speak of the devil," Vanessa murmured, looking toward the door.
Whoever this Nathanial guy was, he was preceded by balloons that he batted into the door with a grunt of irritation. Then he walked in ... all six-foot-huge inches of him. Geez, she'd thought Dane was sturdy-looking. His face was hidden by the balloons that he handed over, but she'd seen dark black hair and deeply tanned skin that looked more like ancestry than sun-worshipping. "I figured balloons were the best idea. I nearly bought that 'Oh my, he's a big one!' too, but figured Dane's ego was already big enough for ..." He stopped and inhaled. "Oh, hell, not again." His fist at his side clenched tight. "There's another female in this room. I heard someone else but ... I never should have come in—I just never should have come in. This wasn't supposed to be able to happen again." He turned his back to her, so she still hadn't seen his face. Well, so much for introducing herself to that giant. He inhaled deeply again and swore a few more times under his breath.
She sucked in an angry breath ... and then ... nothing ... the strangest feeling came over her. Oh, wow, mystery man smelled fantastic—whatever cologne he wore was ... like magic. She wanted to attack him and rip all his clothes off. Hopefully he wasn't married, or she'd feel guilty for even thinking about it. But, oh, whoa ... he was so ... whoa. Christa closed her eyes so she could stop drinking him in, but then they opened without her permission. This was a guy she had to meet. She just had to.
"Yeah, there's another female in the room," Dane said, throwing a glance Christa's way.
The giant rubbed both hands down his face. "Uhh ... what is she to you?"
"Jordan?" Vanessa asked, sitting up. "Are you okay?"
"What is she to you?" he asked Dane through clenched teeth. "She smells like a relative. Is she a relative?"
"My sister is here. She's behind you. Chr ..."
"Uhh!" The giant held up a hand. "Don't say her name! Don't say it. And I won't look at her and maybe it's not too late, though that didn't work last time." He gestured in back of him. "Whoever you are—don't say a single word." Looking up at the ceiling, he muttered while shaking his head. "She had to be his sister—had to be." He glanced at Vanessa briefly and said, "Congratulations. You look great, Nessa, and he looks healthy." Christa got a brief glance at high cheekbones and a flat nose before he spun away and left the room—in a rush.
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Another great story by Wendy Sparrow about her werewolf pack. The poachers are not gone, but are now attacking the split off pack. Jordan goes to help. While this book can be read as a stand alone, I highly recommend reading book one because I really enjoyed that one as well.
There was no room in his life for a human, especially not as his mate. It was bad enough that he was the only wolf from his family. Add to that he was an alpha and sometimes the jealousy was too much to bear. Jordan took into account how he and his siblings were treated when dealing with his pack. He wanted to never leave anyone out. With his mixed human lycan heritage, having a lycan as a child was a toss of the dice. This weakness for you was filled with suspense and angst and love. The twists and turns were enjoyable. The interaction between Jordan, his family and ultimately Christa, keep me reading. I enjoyed This Weakness for You and definitely recommend it to anyone who loves to read about werewolves and pack life.
CONTENT WARNING: There’s absolutely NO SEX in this book. *I received a complimentary copy from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review* Ok, now that that’s out of the way, I loved this book. It was freaking hilarious, I laughed out loud, snorted and snickered all the way through. If you’re in a pissy mood this book is 100% guaranteed to put a smile on your face. Now, the blurb is weirdly inaccurate so don’t pay too much attention to it, but I’ll give your the gist of the story: pack alpha Jordan scent-matches on human-member-of-the-pack’s little sister Christa. He tries to fight it but fails miserably as he lets Christa and Lucifer (her cat) stay with him in his house. There’s a mystery threat to Jordan’s pack that seems to be related to events that happened in the previous book (that I’m going to read as soon as I can get my hands on it). Anyway, a little action, a lot of laughs and a tough alpha going all gooey for his new mate made this a very good book for me. Had it had a little boudoir shenanigans it would have been like the cherry on top. Oh, and there’s no epilogue. With no hanky panky I would have loved a baby epilogue. I’m going to be waiting for more from this Author, I really had a great time reading this book.
I cannot begin to say how much I loved this book. It was superb! I laughed out loud many times. And read quite a bit of it with a silly grin on my face. This Weakness For You was so entertaining. I loved it from beginning to end. Jordan was freaking amazing. His reaction to Christa was hysterical. And then her reaction to being at his house later was even funnier. She has to be the most feisty, funny, strong, independent female character I have read in a while. She was special. And I loved her sarcasm, well all the characters sarcasm. The way they ragged on each other and the sharp wit was so enjoyable. I truly relish books that make me laugh. The action and suspense in the book was a great secondary story line. It helped to enhance each person's strengths. I hope there will be more of this series because it is too good to end. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher.
She's exactly what he wants to sink his teeth into...Jordan Hill is his pack's Alpha. The Big Bad Wolf. And after his last breakup, he's opting to be the lone wolf, too. But then his rival's little sister—a human, of all creatures—comes to his door. And suddenly, what should be a tasty little snack turns out to be something more than Jordan could ever imagine...Christa Hansen is simply looking for a place to stay. Yet the dark shifter smells irresistibly like forever. But getting involved with the wolf who tried to kill her brother—twice—is lunacy. Besides, in the unforgiving, shadowed world of shifters, there is no room for weakness. And falling for her family's enemy won't just be her downfall...it will be his, too. Review: I really liked the first book but I have to say this one was even better! I like that this story while even in tense moments has some witty dialog. The story could really have been a dark one but the way the dialog is handled makes it fun to read. This is not saying that it is all fun and games...there is someone killing lycans again. Jordan is asked to come and help figure out who killed a shifter, but of course it is not that easy. Jordan has just found out that he has scent mated with Dane's sister Christa...talk about fate biting you in the a**...lol. That makes for some great scenes between Dane and Jordan, as they try to get over their animosity towards one another. As Christa and Jordan get acquainted, everything hits the fan and not only is another lycan setting them up, but the poachers are trying to take out Jordan's pack. There is one exciting battle scene at the end of the story. Now, this is book two in the series and it can certainly be read as a stand-alone, but I recommend reading them in order. Loved Christa! Even though she has MS, she is one tough cookie. Considering she has just been told about scent matching and lycans, she really just goes with the flow. She does have her insecurities especially after everyone treats her as the alpha female and she does not think she is physically tough enough to be effective. She is smart and that really saves everyone in the end. Jordan is all alpha wolf, yummy goodness. Though he has been burned a few times! He tries to be a good mate for Christa, even taking in her devil cat...lol Great series, that keeps getting better. A must read! 4Stars
Jordan is alpha of the Glacier Pack. After things went horribly wrong with his last scent-matched mate, he swore off women. And then he scent-matches on the sister of a human frenemy in his pack. Jordan runs from Christa, vowing to keep away from her. But a meddler with the best of intentions has other ideas. The pack is in danger from human poachers. Jordan is called away to investigate a death, and the danger escalates. Jordan, and Christa's brother, are the targets. Christa is caught up in pack politics and the deadly violence. Does she have what it takes to be alpha female? Wendy Sparrow's strength is her hilarious dialogue. It's the kind of zany dialogue that makes you laugh out loud and read passages to your husband/roomie/cat. She also writes touching romantic dialogue. The "9 reasons" conversation is creative and heart-warming. The running joke of the shifters' superior hearing is a lot of fun. If I have one complaint about the story, it's that Jordan and Christa didn't spend enough time together. The book is mild and chaste. I still consider it an adult book, however, because of the level of violence. It's not graphic, but it does happen. I definitely recommend THIS WEAKNESS FOR YOU. You'll love it for the humor, if nothing else. ARC provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
The book is a good read. Christa and Jordan story is no matter how hard you fight your feelings, you can't ignore them.
This is the first book I’ve read by this author and I have to say it won’t be the last! I really like how she hooks you in from the very beginning – a great story that just kept the reader enthralled throughout. Jordan Hill is the Glacier Pack Alpha and, after some really traumatic prior romances, he’s sworn off romance. He is visiting one of his pack, Vanessa, who has just given birth – an event that will change his life! In the same room, also visiting, is Vanessa’s sister-in-law, Christa. Jordan doesn’t see Christa but recognises immediately that they are scent matched. He tries to avoid looking at her, quickly leaving the room but his wolf – and Christa – have other ideas! Christa has no idea that Jordan and her sister-in-law are both lycans. She’s a strong, independent young lady who has MS and sometimes has to concede that she needs help. She’s sassy and smart-mouthed, usually saying just what she thinks – even when super hearing lycans are around to hear her! This leads to some funny interactions and the story is full of humorous exchanges, especially when the pack are faced with poachers threatening to exterminate the pack. How the relationship between the two main characters progresses and they face the poachers make this a great book to escape into and I highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys paranormal romances with a strong, bad boy wolf, feisty female human and lots of fierce lycan action! Thanks to the author and publishers too for giving me an ARC of this book for an honest review.
This paranormal romance is the story of Jordan and Christa. As the alpha male of his wolf shifter pack, Jordan has given up on finding a mate, after three unsuccessful and disastrous relationships. When he scent matches with Christa, the human sister of a man who he tried twice to kill, he knows he should stay away from her. But fate has other plans for them... I really enjoyed this story! Having not read the previous one in the series, it took me a few pages to get into the story, but once I did, it took off from there and kept me hooked the whole way through. Jordan and Christa were such funny and engaging characters that their personal interactions as well as their internal monologues kept me howling, with many laugh out loud moments. The sexual chemistry between them was charged from the beginning and though their love scenes were fairly tame, the sexual tension was enough to keep me interested in their romance. I enjoyed the dynamics of the wolf pack relationships and the suspense plot was well written. Overall it was a very entertaining read and I will definitely look for more from this author. 5 rollicking stars!
This Weakness for You, Wendy Sparrow Review from Jeannie Zelos book reviews Genre: Romance, Sci-fi, Fantasy, Paranormal Well, this is the second in a series, something I missed when requesting but they’re stand alone novels though connected and I was able to pick up the story easily enough. I really enjoyed this read so book one is on my TBR list for sometimes... I was expecting a light and fluffy paranormal romance, one of those where girl meets wolf, insta love and they live HEA, but I was secretly hoping for a bit more – and I got it. It actually has a solid storyline backing up the romance side and an engrossing plot that clearly started in book one, and parts of which I’m sure will carry on to books three and beyond. I need to like my main leads and Jordan and Christa were terrific. Jordan the Alpha with a sad backstory for which he blames himself, has determined he’ll go solo from the last tragic drama and has succeeded for the last two years, but then he meets – well, scents – Christa! Christa has MS, is short and slight, but makes up for any weakness in her strong and dynamic character. Its great to see a lead with a disability that’s not defining her, and that’s treated realistically. Being disabled myself I’m so sick of the token disabled person thrown in on occasion, who never encounters any of the problems we face in daily life. Sometimes they seem to just use a mind over matter approach, and overcome any physical limitations so easily. As an amputee I can tell you That Does Not Work. If it did I’d be able to do so much more, but sadly been there and tried it and broken bones resulted, and I found it simply wasn’t possible to do that which my mind says May be possible - if gravity were different, if I could fly, if the world was full of magic.....you get the picture. So to see Christa so open about her MS and the problems she had, but not let herself get side-lined because of them was terrific and a huge, huge thanks to Wendy from me for doing this. I loved Christa’s spark, her way of talking ( rambling – I do that too when I'm nervous) and she made me laugh. Jordan thinks he can control his reactions, that he can just ignore her and the problem will go away, but he’s in for a shock. I loved too that she wasn’t so overconfident that she came over as unpleasant, that type that just ride roughshod over others. She did what she believed in but had moments when she doubted herself – that's so real and happens to most of us. I enjoyed the story, the realism, ( within paranormal bounds of course), the humour and the sadness, and the way the plots melded together and weren’t over in a couple of pages, but strung out properly to have maximum impact. I was so sad that some died in the final battle, but that made the story more real, with so many fighting there was bound to be some losses. Stars: Four and a half, not quite a five but a great read and one to keep. ARC supplied by Netgalley and publishers