Ward & Weft (NeRdyWYRM’s Review)

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Title: Ward & Weft
Author: Parker Foye
Publisher: Carina Press
Release Date: September 12, 2017
Genre(s): Paranormal Romance; Historical
Page Count: 112 pages
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Heat Level: 2.5 flames out of 5
Rating: 3.5 stars out of 5

In this male/male paranormal historical romance, warden and wolf must reignite the magic that first bonded them together.

Wales, 1912

For generations, the magic wardens and the fierce werewolves combined forces to keep their enemies at bay. But when his family breaks longstanding ties to the pack that’s been a part of his life since birth, warden Griffith Jones sets out on a journey to learn all he can of the magic that will reunite them. And reunite Griffith with the first—and only—man he’s ever loved.

Llywelyn ap Hywel, son of the alpha, can’t let painful—or passionate—memories of Griffith distract him. His dwindling pack is in trouble, reeling from loss and locked in a grim battle with a dangerous rival—a pack with a warden who hasn’t abandoned them. A warden whose dark magic could destroy them all.

Up against enemies determined to steal their land and end life as they know it, Griffith and Llywelyn must fight as one to protect all they hold dear—their territory, their people and the fiery love they can no longer deny.

Wolves and Witchy Wardens. Why Resist?

I enjoyed this story. I wish it had been longer. There was a lot of potential for an even richer story than we got, but what was there was worth reading. Shifter stories are prolific, I know. Shifters working in concert with human “witch” types aren’t necessarily unique either, but this one struck me as being different … in a good way.

The blurb tells you a lot of what you need to know about the background, so I won’t go into it. Suffice it to say that Griffith (the warden) and Llywelyn (the wolf) grew up together and have been in love with each other for years, despite a separation that left wounds behind on both ends. I wanted to know why Griff and Llywelyn never became a thing before. I wanted to know why Griff left when all evidence pointed to it being he who wanted to stay and Llywelyn who wanted to travel. For Griff, there was no one else, but what about Llywelyn?

These topics were never addressed, nor was there any discussion about past or future between the characters when they took their relationship to that long-awaited next level. I never got the answers I wanted, and for that reason, this one had to stay at the 3.5 stars mark.

I loved the story. I loved the characters. I connected with Llywelyn. I connected with Griffith. I cried with him 6% in, the descriptives were that evocative. I loved how the wolves were depicted even though I didn’t get enough information about their society on a micro- or macro-level other than the fact that there were other packs elsewhere, they were ruled by a council, and a bunch of alphas died when the Titanic sunk. That’s it. Sitting here now, I feel the lack. What world-building there was piqued my interest, so disappointment ensued when there wasn’t more of it.

The book was well-edited and the chronology in the story wasn’t overly rushed although I think everything took place within the space of weeks. The steam factor was disappointing. They had chemistry, but I expected more heat out of a shifter romance to be honest, thus my complaints about the length. I wanted more than what I got, even if what I got was good.

I would recommend this novella, absolutely. As long as you’re not looking specifically for hot shifter sex, it’s enjoyable. Actually, it was enjoyable without it but would have been better with it. I would even read other books by this author, or other books in this story arc should any come to be. I just won’t be holding my breath.

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Galley copy of Ward & Weft provided by Carina Press in exchange of an honest review.


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