This is the second book in the Lone Star Witch Series by Tessa Adams; the first book is Soulbound.
This series showed promise, which is why I went on to the second book: strong female protagonist, interesting cast of characters, some mystery, intrigue and magic, and a little mayhem. Something about magic cowboy boots, which should exist in real life.
What I liked most about Xandra, the book’s protagonist, was that she had been given a bad hand of cards, and yet she made something of herself. She is matter-of-fact about the loss of her magic. She didn’t have it from the time she was born, so she doesn’t really miss it. By the time the book starts, she has entered the nonmagical community, started her own business (a coffee shop/bakery), and really made a life for herself. She’s got employees and friends, all of whom see her as a capable, whole person. She’s got good relationships with her 6 sibs, and is generally a well-adjusted grown-up.*
She’s got this mother who is absolutely convinced that Xandra is “not enough” without her magic, and keeps trying schemes to make the magic appear. The pushback against her mother was something I really admired about this character in the first book. She chooses to define herself in her way, using her strengths instead of her weaknesses. She’s come a long way, baby. This shows pluck, fortitude, and integrity – all of which I admire in people (fictional or no).
THEN, in the second book, she becomes this simpering sap who is all, “Oh, my boyfriend!” and “I can’t make any decisions without him!” and “What would he think if I took the day off work just to have sex with him all day! Would he think I’m weak?” There are about half a dozen sex scenes in the first 20 pages, and … and I just lost interest. All the things I liked about the main character in the first book *POOF!* went away. For a guy.
Don’t get me wrong. I like guys. As guys go, this guy is worthy as the hunk of a romance novel. But she abandons all the aspects of herself that I liked the most, so that she can be in a relationship. I’ve done this in real life so many times without even noticing. It became more important to be loved than to be myself. Having been around the block now, knowing I can be both… Just seeing it so writ large as normal was disturbing.
I abandoned this book around page 40-45, just disgusted. A month later, I see why it upset me so much. Maybe if you finish this book, you can let me know if she redeems herself.
*Well-adjusted grown-ups do exist.