Two Short Reviews
I first read Kathy Love last year. Although I did not review them, I can say that Fangs for the Memories and Fangs But No Fangs were amusing. The first, because it was a wacky twist on that old amnesia plot, and the second because one of the main characters was a vampire living in a trailer park…who blogs! So I had similar expectations with the next novels.
In I Only Have Fangs for You, Sebastian Young is a vampire busy running Carfax Abbey, a nightclub for paranormal creatures, and in general wooing the ladies with his supernatural playboy charms. That is, until he gets distracted by a very clumsy and newly hired cocktail waitress. Wilhelmina (Mina) Weiss is a vampire in denial. To prove herself to the Society of Preternaturals Against the Mistreatment of Mortals (SPAMM), she decides to take on Sebastian who is supposedly the number one menace to humans by taking a job in his nightclub. Most of the characters in this novel, including Sebastian, are superficial. Mina’s mishaps read less as shenanigans and more as the misdirections of someone who is trying to get her (un)life back together. It was far more interesting to see her develop as she struggles to overcome the traumatic memories spawned by her early existence as a vampire and to accept who she has become.
The last book in the tetrology is My Sister is a Werewolf – an unfortunate title as it is a spoiler for the three books that came before it. (However, I am not convinced that the original title, My Hair Lady, is any better.) Elizabeth Young is the sister to the three vampires in the previous books. Her aim in life is to find a cure for her lycanthropy–except her latest research isn’t going so well. In her restlessness, she heads to her brother’s bar–only to end up jumping the bones of veterinarian Jensen Adler who up until that point was moping his ex-fiancee’s death. Unfortunately, hormones aren’t the only problem. A crazed werewolf from Elizabeth’s former pack has started stalking her. I found this novel the least convincing of the four. How can the protagonist be so sure that her feelings are true and not the result of being in heat? How can Jensen be so dense to his paramour’s true nature and how can he be so nonchalant about it once he does realize the truth?
On a whole, I Only Have Fangs for You is better than My Sister is a Werewolf, but I would not recommend anyone to read these first of the author’s paranormal oeuvre.