I remember taking a readers’ advisory course in library school and the instructor talking about how readers sometimes gravitated towards unusual reading choices. She mentioned once reading nothing but cookbooks at a time of high stress. In my case, “light reading” usually translates into “the most conventional fantasy books I can find”.
Which leads me to this book…
In the land of Anglion, witches born to the royal line are quickly bound to the land and the goddess through marriage, forbidden to practice any magic that is not simple Earth magic. Lady Sophia Kendall, thirty second in line to the throne, is days away from discovering if she is blessed-or cursed-with magic, but when disaster strikes the capital, Sophie’s brief encounter with Cameron, a battle mage in the service of her friend, Princess Eloisa, leaves her ultimate fate uncertain, especially when she begins to manifest powers that are far stronger than any royal witch before her.
The premise of this book seemed to hint at court intrigue and some tension between Sophie and the nation she’s sworn to serve as a royal witch. The back cover text in particular gives the impression that Sophie and Cameron spend most of the book on the run. In actuality, it’s basically a typical romance novel where nothing noteworthy happens until the big finale.
Seriously, the beginning of the book starts with a bang (literally) and then the protagonists head back to the capital and spend most of the book attempting to avoid each other (and failing miserably) and then it’s as if the author remembers the plot and things happen. THE END. Oh, yeah, there are a couple sex scenes in there too. I could honestly forgive the lack of plot if the characters were interesting, but they’re not. Although, Cameron is a bit more down to earth than the “alpha male” love interests that dominate the genre.
This is being marketed as epic fantasy when it’s clearly closer to romantic fantasy, where the fantasy trappings take a backseat to the romance, or what passes as romance in this book. See, the protagonist and her love interest have sex because the magic made them do it. They feel good about it, even though the love interest freaks out because taking a royal witch’s virginity is a big no-no. Fortunately, Sophie is spared having to fake being a virgin by becoming betrothed to Cameron, and then they spend the rest of the book being horrible at avoiding each other, especially because Sophie can’t stop thinking of Cameron’s cock. I did like how the leads are betrothed straight away but that just means the UST between them happens post-betrothal rather than leading up to the moment where they end up together.
In terms of diversity, there really isn’t any. Sophie is described as having “olive” skin and dark eyes, and I believe Cameron’s skin was described as “golden”. The only hit of non-straightness is a single line about how Cameron “might be the type who prefers his soldier brothers” because if a straight guy isn’t drooling over every woman he sees he must be gay, amirite?
In a nutshell, this book is the very definition of a waste of a decent premise. There’s nothing particularly noteworthy about it. The only word I can think to describe it as is “tepid”. I wouldn’t recommend it to fans of fantasy or romance, to be honest.