Mate - Ali Hazelwood
It’s not often I spot a monster romance in the supermarket when I was just looking for some bread, but I did, so I bought it. I had to really, it’s a law I’m sure. Look, the cover had a wolf on it and it’s called Mate. There was a bit of a Pavlov’s dog scenario at work here. I admit at first it was nearly a DNF. It felt like a story I had read a million times before, characters I knew and I wanted something different, until it heard my inner thoughts and gave me exactly what I was looking for. I’m happy to be proved wrong, and perhaps we shouldn’t judge a book by the first couple of chapters. I’m so relieved I kept on chugging with this one. Mate is a slow burn, fated mates but resisting, trauma dump of a tale that has no right to be as funny, as heart warming or as lovable as it is. Both of our main characters have seen some stuff, have lived through this stuff and use, in my opinion, the strongest coping tool in the world, dark humour and sarcasm. Even ...