He towered over her, all rugged power and muscle, but she was assessing his usefulness this time, not his appeal. Morgan had a patient waiting, and she was all business now.
“Rhys, I need your help.”
“My sword arm and my shield are yours to command,” he said solemnly.
Uh huh. “Actually, it’s your hands I’m going to need.”
This was a fun, quick read about a rural veterinarian and a Celtic gladiator who was cursed to live eternally as a grim. The paranormal drama (Rhys and Morgan vs. the Tylwyth Teg) added a lot to the story, but the relationship drama (Morgan refusing to believe Rhys’ story and Rhys refusing to show her the abundant evidence) kept this from being a higher rating. That being said, I’d like to pick up book two to give this series another try.
Recommendation: Read this if you fantasize about naked, animal-loving gladiators, or if you’re a lover of giant dogs 🙂