Imagine being a werewolf pretending to be the pet dog of a woman you find yourself completely crazy for. She feeds you kibble, she pets you, she scratches behind your ears, and you are becoming more and more smitten by her as time passes.
And, imagine having to call home one day and tell your entire family that you’ve found your mate, but she thinks you’re a literal dog…named Fluffy. This is the life of Max Adams.
Max, the sometimes four legged, sometimes bi-pedal hero, is a strong lead, but also refreshingly sensible and kind. JC, his sometimes owner, sometimes love interest, is a hairdresser in Hoboken who just doesn’t want to be lonely and thought she was going to adopt a cat from a shelter.
Obviously, she adopts “Fluffy” instead and hilarity ensues. It’s a wonderful story. There is a satisfactory amount of comedy, but also a very touching, albeit hot, romance within the plot. The characters share a beautiful chemistry and the secondary characters are interesting, too.
Personally, if my dog starts talking and becomes a person one day, I’d probably not react so well to the transition. JC and Max, however, happily fall into place quite well.
I can recommend this book easily to any one of my booky friends. It would be a really fun book club read, too, perfect for lighthearted conversing.