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This is a long overdue review for a book I won, devoured and wrote this review for, but for no reason whatsoever, never posted. Now we're well into spooky season, I thought some werewolves might satisfy reading tastes. Hellhound by Lou Yardley  Gnashing teeth and tender flesh, mortal desire and immortal madness; werewolves in unfettered glory. Hellhound binds the lives of Christine, Kit, Casper and Shannon in ways they can't imagine as they stand on the threshold of The Hound and Philosopher pub. Will Christine and Shannon satisfy their curiosity? Will Kit improve his employment prospects? Will Casper finally get what he's been waiting for? Join them at the bar, get a beer and relax if you dare. Lou Yardley writes fast paced and action-packed scenes, switching perspectives and power plays, slipping in twists and taking the reader on a rollercoaster ride of blood and guts that will keep pages and stomachs turning. Her characters are relatable, her scenes familiar yet terrif
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