MIDNIGHT IN BERLIN
The main character’s ongoing juvenile and disjointed monologue in Midnight in Berlin sounds like the mindless meanderings of a drug-addled brain. Even the themes of vengeance, justice and the underpinnings of a wolven netherworld aren’t enough to rescue the plot for readers, and the sex doesn’t strike any sizzle when it hits this underheated pan.
Leon’s drifter lifestyle may get him to a lot of concerts, but it also finds him hitchhiking back to his Berlin hostel soaking wet and covered in feathers when a sexy man in a Porsche stops to pick him up. At first, architect Christoph thinks he’s found a rogue werewolf. By the time he discovers his mistake, it’s too late and Leon’s life has been changed forever. Now, it’s Leon who must save Christoph from the brutal punishment of the pack leader. Leon’s horrified — and excited — to discover his new nature, but when he flees with Christoph and the pack leader’s daughter he’s out of funds and fighting for his life. The pack is determined to kill to protect their secrets. (SAMHAIN, Jan., 232 pp., $14.00)