Besides having one of the loveliest covers I have seen (look at those colors!), Red and the Wolf is a sigh worthy debut novel in the popular fairy-tale romance genre that will keep you warm at night…when it’s not chilling you to the bone.
I loved this book. It is everything fantasy romance should be: lush with description, fraught with danger, and snuggly warm with romance.
Blanchette is Little Red Riding hood. She’s six years older and still suffering from post-traumatic stress after the attack by the werewolf in her grandmother’s cottage. The huntsman, Heinrich, saved her back then and has been keeping a close eye on her since, but a secret he possesses now threatens her safety and his own heart. Heinrich must vanquish a villain and outrun a well-meaning but misguided do-gooder, all while protecting the girl-turned-woman whom he has fallen in love with.
I was drawn in right from the start as poor Blanchette, daughter of an alchemist, can’t bring herself to leave the safety of her home and her father’s adjoined apothecary. She’s aware of the irrationality of her fears, but they are still too real for her to overcome on her own. Fortunately, she doesn’t have to overcome her fears all on her own. Heinrich is there to help her conquer old fears and new ones, and to provide a warm chest to curl up against and enjoy a rare feeling of security.
The Black Forest setting couldn’t be more perfect. The scents and textures were so vivid I felt envelloped. Laura Lee Nutt has a fabulous, descriptive voice that fits so well with the historical time period and the fairy tale setting.
Below are a few of my favorite lines to tempt you into clicking on the cover image above and buying your copy of Red and the Wolf today. But if you’re feeling lucky, leave a comment to enter Laura Lee Nutt’s giveaway. She’s got some excellent prizes up for grabs. Read more about her giveaway here.
Blanchette disrobed for bed and darted under the covers. She huddled amidst her blankets, resisting the urge to shiver.
When dusk fell, in the near distance, a wolf proclaimed the torturous night with a long, bone throbbing howl.
She shuddered and yanked the blanket over her head.–Kindle Locations 190-193.
Through the press of pine and fir, earth and creeper, men and iron, he hunted the intruder’s scent. He consumed the ground in swift strides.
There. He caught it. Nose in the lead, he turned toward it, following the scent clear as a river’s course. Herbs and wolf, moonlight and warm spring mornings.
At this unexpected find, he slowed and tilted his head. A she-wolf. But more than a simple one. No, on her he smelled the faintest touch of man. Like him, she was no mere wolf: child of the moon, child of man, a werewolf.
Delight set his fur rising in excitement. Toward her, he dashed.–Kindle Locations 237-243.
He barked at her. Come. Alive with companionship’s joy, he leapt sideways, paws wide, head down, tail high. Come. Dance with me tonight.
She approached, head tilted up, acknowledging his authority. Show me. Lead me.–Kindle Locations 266-268.
At the heart of every fable or children’s tale lies a grain of truth. In discovering it, we reveal the real danger.–Kindle Location 458.