Big Bad Beast, the sixth book in Shelly Laurenston's Pride series is out this week, and since I'd never read her, I snagged book one, The Mane Event, to dip my toe in. That was Friday night. By Sunday evening I had bought, and read, her entire backlist.
I like to call myself a connoisseur of humorous stories, the snarkier the better. Combine that with outrageous characters, steamy romance, and a well-developed plot, and I am hooked. These books have them all; I have never laughed so hard in my life. Any series that can have me hiding in the bathroom with a mysterious stomach aliment all weekend deserves god-like status.
The series follows shifters, with each book focused on a different pack: In The Mane Event,
“You admit nothing. Deny everything. Demand proof. Did you learn nothing in Boot Camp?”
—The Mane Event
“Okay. Let's see what we've got.”
He lifted up her foot and said, “Well, what we've got here is a freakin' boat.” “Really?” She slammed her heel against the side of his face, snapping his head to one side. “How big are they now, Mitch?”
Rubbing the abused side of his face, “Dainty little elf feet?”
—The Mane Attraction
So while I build my mini altar and prepare the sacrifices, I encourage you to pick up Shelly Laurenston’s Pride series. You can thank me—once you stop laughing.