This book came highly recommended, and I can see why it has fans. It might have just been a little over the top for this reader.

Now, I am not here to yuck anyone’s yum when it comes to reading. And, I have read both dark romance and MC (motorcycle club) romance. However, Wolf.e takes both tropes to a new level.

Brinley is the epitome of a modern Southern belle. Bred with class, church, and “bless your heart” character in a community that praised everything prim and proper. Sure, she knew about the local MC, the Hounds of Hell, but only from a far distance. They were the perennial cautionary tale of “bad” in town.

When she returns to her childhood home for a fresh start, Brin quickly bumps into her one-time best friend. Now engaged to a Hound of Hell, Layla insists on picking up their long friendship. Before she can blink, Brin catches the eye of club president, Gabriel Wolf.

Cue the predictable—a whirlwind affair filled with filthy, taboo sexual encounters; dark desires unleashed that our heroine realizes have existed in her for years; a violent threat against the one woman to ever capture Gabriel’s cold heart. I will admit to enjoying the plot twist at a pivotal moment. I was sure I knew how the story would unfold, but I’m happy to have been wrong.

The book was engaging, certainly. I can’t say it’s one I would revisit, but I did finish it. I don’t mind a little dark and dirty in my romance reads, but with Wolf.e, I spent far too much time cringing, consciously smoothing the concerned wrinkle between my brows, and clenching certain muscles in consternation.

If this all sounds like music to your reading eyes, go forth and enjoy! If you prefer less blood and bruising in your romance books, this may be one to skip.