Some people have everything figured out — Andrea Nash is not one of those people. After being kicked out of the Order of Knights of Merciful Aid, Andrea’s whole existence is in shambles. All she can do is try to put herself back together, something made easier by working for Cutting Edge, a small investigative firm owned by her best friend, Kate Daniels.
When several shapeshifters working for Raphael Medrano — the male alpha of Clan Bouda and Andrea’s former lover — die unexpectedly at a dig site, Andrea is assigned to investigate … and must work with Raphael. As her search for the killer leads her into the secret underbelly of supernatural Atlanta, Andrea knows that dealing with her feelings for Raphael might have to take a backseat to saving the world …
You know… between this and “Thirteen” it’s no wonder I haven’t been able to write reviews. “Gunmetal Magic” also left me in this weird place where I didn’t love it as much as I expected to. Though “Thirteen” at least did me the courtesy of making it obvious why.
“Gunmetal Magic” on the other hand… well I have no idea why it didn’t immediately send me into the fits that every other piece Ilona Andrews brand writing has done. Even after sitting on the book for a week or two I’m still at a loss for why I’m not in love love love love love with it.
Going into things, I really adored Andrea and Raphael. They are both fantastic characters individually so when you put them together as a couple… Fireworks. I was a bit heart broken when they split, but I was looking forward to their obvious and inevitable reconciliation. Which is I think where the problem is. The reconciliation. It just seemed too easy. I think they would’ve each made the other person work for it more. Or less. Or at least not been such dicks about the whole thing.
Or maybe it was more that the book was about this relationship gone wrong and Andrea becoming a strong, proud beastkin than it was about the bad guy trying to take over the world. It was a fully flushed out story line, but it still kind of had that “oh yeah, and then all this other stuff happened.”
Which either seems normal when it’s coming from Kate’s perspective or is different and therefore threw me for a loop. I dunno. My entire world is tipped on its side.
I’m going to go drown my troubles in a bottle of Georgia Peach Iced Tea.
The book still gets 4 stars, and earns them. It’s a quality title and when you get to the part with the purple shag carpeting you’ll burst into fits of giggles. I dare you not to. But there’s just something off about it that keeps it from getting 5 stars.