TBR Reviewer: Daniella
Review
This book starts very well with a compelling concept. King Arthur and his knights have been reincarnated in modern day USA and are on a mission to protect other people through their private investigations firm. The author uses the short story form well and manages to set the stage quickly, and weaves in the background story very smoothly. The story of Drake and Merci is wrapped up well enough in this book, while opening up for an interesting continuation of the series. The story does leave me with the feeling that I would have wanted more, and not just in the sense of wanting to read the rest of the series. The ending felt rushed with the “final fight” not really involving the two main characters and their abilities. I would have liked to learn more about their magic, have them work the problem a little more and seen them grow a little from the experience.
Beloved Wizard was very good entertainment and a good romance. It got me interested to read the rest of the stories about Arthur and his knights.
Excerpt
“I have no wish to be the next greatest anything. I like me just the way I am. I mind my own business and no one gets into my shit. Nice, quiet and uncomplicated.”
Color rose on Nimue’s fair complexion. Merci knew she’d just crossed the line, but couldn’t seem to care, even if the goddess could squash her like a bug. The only thing that mattered to her was Drake’s tall form moving ever closer toward them.
Nimue grabbed her upper arm in a punishing grip, whirled her around to face Drake. Nimue flung her hand out and Drake flew back like a puppet on a string, crashing into the far wall of the warehouse with a sickening flesh-meet-cinderblock thud. He lay crumpled amidst the debris like a broken doll.
Something snapped within Merci. Her blood scalded her veins. The taste of ash filled the back of her throat. Rage, cold and biting, filled her, coloring her vision in a red haze. Drawing energy from the earth, she channeled it up through her body, willing it to form. Her hands glowed, magic as hot as a stream of lava engulfed her. Her skin stung like the bite of a thousand fire ants as a small burst of electricity arched over her arms, snapping with pent up energy. The stench of ozone, hanging like a heavy cloud in the still air, filled the area. The force arched into Nimue, dropped her to the floor. Merci offered a feral smile while Nimue wreathed in pain against her magic. She bent down close enough for Nimue to hear her. “Since you don’t know me, I will explain this to you. You don’t fuck with what is mine. Drake, is mine.”
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