Title: When Will I Be Loved
Author Name: Julie Lynn Hayes
Publication Date: June 7, 2015
Miller Fenwick wants the kind of happy ending his best friend got, with the hunky werewolf of his dreams. Trouble is, there doesn’t seem to be a Prince Charming on the horizon, and casual encounters don’t cut it anymore. Now that Alexx and Raoul are engaged, Miller is becoming resigned to being the bridesmaid, never the bride. But a chance encounter with a sexy stranger at Charisma has his hopes soaring, and his heart is wide open to possibilities.
Holt Wynne is the head of Helios, the largest vampire organization in the country. He’s a very influential and wealthy man, with a deep-seated hatred of werewolves. His running into Miller at Charisma isn’t entirely accidental. He’d meant to wait, but his emotions got the better of him, and he couldn’t stay away. And now see what he’s done…
Wait until Miller finds out he’s sortof just gotten married to the sexy vampire who hates the people who are Miller’s best friends. Sparks are gonna fly—and not just in the bedroom. One thing for sure—life in Crescent Bay is never dull!
By the second chapter, readers are plunged into a graphic, overly emotional sex scene between two characters who haven’t even been introduced to each other. I cringed and giggled through the classic Harlequin-style night of passion (Hayes goes heavy on the euphemisms and fully utilizes a rather saucy thesaurus).
The book did improve, but the writing remained a good example of bad Gothic melodrama. Fans of Fifty Shades of Grey or Twilight will probably enjoy the exaggerated, emotive prose more than I did.
The plot is pretty familiar: a beautiful rich vampire is inexplicably attracted to a distinctly average human. Add in conflict between werewolf and vampire groups, complicate things with a human hate group and we have all the components of an unremarkable paranormal romance.
I really didn’t warm to this story, but I know other readers will. If you love perfect romances, demonstrative wealthy lovers and emotion-soaked dialogue, you’ll probably love this. For me, this was way too sweet and full of far too many cliches.
Miller forced himself to take a breath, unaware until he did that he’d stopped breathing.
Quit being ridiculous. Wine going to your head already?
But he’d only had the one glass. And he hadn’t even finished that. He wasn’t such a lightweight, when it came to
holding his alcohol, and he knew it.
He told himself it was just his imagination. But just to be safe, he began a slow cautious turn, looking around him, without appearing to be searching for anything—or anyone.
And there he was.
Standing a heartbeat away from Miller was one of the sexiest men he’d ever seen in his life. A man every bit as sexy as Raoul Marchand, although not in the same feral way as the werewolf.
This man was light where Raoul was dark. His hair was a honey blonde which stood out by virtue of being obviously natural, in a place where most blondes were either created by the sun or came from a bottle. He stood a little taller than Miller, exuding a presence that went beyond the merely physical, possessed of the bearing and mien of a veritable god.
But it was his eyes that drew Miller in and held him spellbound. Blue and green, like staring into tropical waves, flecked with bits of pure molten gold. And the way he was staring at Miller was sending the most delicious shivers traveling up and down his spine.
The man took a step toward Miller, his hand outstretched. Before Miller quite realized what had happened, he’d placed his own hand inside of the other man’s, and he found himself being drawn onto the dance floor.
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