Weren’t werewolves supposed to scary?  Susan Krinard’s sure aren’t.  
As a matter of fact, one of the critic cuts plastered on the front of 
her books states boldly and proudly, “Susan Krinard was born to write 
romance.”  This is an undisputed fact, displayed rather eloquently 
through her Werewolf series following the Forster family.  Only THESE 
werewolves are so busy being romantic heroes and heroines, that you 
have a really hard time relating them to the spine-tingling, 
legendary monsters we’ve become familiar with.  It doesn’t matter.  
You’ll fall instantly in love with the main characters, each with 
their own unique personalities and personal demons to conquer.  While 
the typical stereotypes of series romance appear, they don’t make 
such a nuisance of themselves that you’re distracted from the story.  
There’s still the eldest brother holding the family together.  The 
spirited sister who follows her own path.  The reckless, roguish 
younger brother who seeks his own place out from the shadow of his 
elder brother. Every woman is stunning.  Every man is chiseled and 
handsome. 

Then we get to the foundation quality for the series.  The paranormal 
aspect.  This is a family of loup-garou. In another word, 
werewolves.  However, for some odd reason, there’s no real sense of 
mystical foreboding that usually surrounds this sort of tale.  
There’s no blood and guts.  No mindless beasts stalking the night.  
And while there may be a scream or two, its probably not from 
terror.  Though such things as social un-acceptance of such creatures 
or arrogant supremacy is often mentioned, the reality of it falls 
short.   Most of the time, this fact feels more like just another 
facet of character rather than the driving force or something that 
sets them apart.  Though the author tries really hard to make you 
believe in the unpredictable malevolence of these creatures, it comes 
off more like just one more hum-drum quality in a normal, everyday 
life of the romance hero, like being stunningly gorgeous, courageous, 
strong, smart, and loyal. One of the brothers, Quentin Forster, in 
the third book Secret of the Wolf, keeps saying, “You’re in danger. 
I’m not what I seem.”…to which you really want to reply, “Honey, if 
this is what danger feels like, you can put me in danger ANYTIME!” 

In the second book surrounding the sister, Rowena Forster, she 
prefers (nay, rather insists) on being human and denying her werewolf 
heritage.  (Now THERE’s a twist) Ms. Krinard creates in this series, 
a species of werewolf that is in essence, attainable.  The reader can 
sympathize with them, react with them, solve problems with them in 
the same manner any human would.  We can love with them, hate with 
them, fear with them.  At some point, we almost might feel 
the “change” within ourselves.  Does this detract from the series.  
Not at all.  Rather, I’d say this is what makes the series unique to 
itself and enchantingly enjoyable.   Add to that a menagerie of 
secondary characters that are just as three-dimensionally exciting, 
and voila! Some of these characters even travel from book to book and 
take center stage at some point, all the more reason for continuing 
to read the whole series.   

There’s also the complex puzzles of personal problems that each 
person deals with throughout the series, just for those of us who are 
more entertained by a problem to solve, rather than just a damsel-in-
distress who needs a good roll in the hay to make everything hunky-
dory.  We have rebellion against arranged marriages, mental 
illnesses, blindness, social structure, and species survival.  All in 
all, this series takes a strikingly different approach to the 
creatures of myth that is both exciting and thought provoking.  I 
give it a two thumbs up.  Enjoy!