To be completely and brutally honest, the only thing I liked about Ashlyn Chase’s The Werewolf Upstairs was the shade of purple on the cover. There is nothing, and I literally mean nothing, else in that book that I liked.
Petty Crime Never Looked So Good…
Alpha werewolf Konrad Wolfensen sees it as his duty to protect the citizens of Boston, even if it means breaking into their businesses just to prove their security systems don’t’ work. But when his unsolicited services land him in trouble with the lay, he’ll have to turn to his sexy new neighbor for help.
She Should Know Better…
Attorney Roz Wells is bored. She used to have such a knack for attracting the weird and unexpected,. But ever since she took a job as a public defender, the quirky quotient is her life has taken a serious hit. Until her sexy werewolf neighbor starting coming around…
When I first sat down to read The Werewolf Upstairs, I was excited. I was ready to read a cute, funny romance with werewolves and witches. What I got instead was amateur style writing with a plot so dull I could barely keep my eyes open while I read.
The plot itself consisted of Roz and Konrad having sex and job hunting. Had this been an erotic novel, that kind of plot wouldn’t have been so bad; but the sex scenes were second rate and the job hunting was laughable. Who in their right mind, goes and takes a dance class with the hope that, when it ends in six weeks, they’d be able to go out and become professional dancers? It takes years and years of practice to become that good, let alone be able to teach others. There was a bit about a 1990 art theft, but that was so insignificant that Roz and Konrad usually concentrated on their job hunting more than that.
Roz and Konrad had absolutely no depth as characters, and throughout The Werewolf Upstairs, they never grew as characters. Konrad was the least alpha-y alpha werewolf I’ve ever read about! Almost every single time he thought of something, he doubted or questioned himself. He acted like a pubescent boy with his very first girlfriend when ever he was around (or thinking about) Roz. To make matters worse, he constantly went to others for advice – when alphas are supposed to be the ones who are able to give the advice. To say it simply, Roz was annoying. Her first impression of Konrad was that he was gay (which was my first impression, too), but then she basically fell into bed with him the next day. She had no depth. Nothing that made her a truly unique person.
With stilted, often times unneeded dialogue, secondary characters with more depth than Roz and Konrad, and a seriously lacking plot, I’m surprised I even managed to finish this book.
The Werewolf Upstairs