Alexia Maccon is back living with her mother and sisters after her husband has kicked her out of their house. There’s the small matter of her being pregnant, which shouldn’t be possible, since Lord Maccon is a werewolf. Alexia knows that he’s the father, but has to figure out how to convince him (and he meanwhile, is getting roaring drunk and leaving the running of his pack to Prof. Lyall, his Beta.)
So, it’s off to Italy, by way of France. Once there, Alexia falls in with the Templars, who are able to give her information on the child, despite the fact they’d prefer not to speak to her, since she doesn’t have a soul.
These books have definitely grown on me. They’re just so madcap, and Alexia has such a dry sense of humor, I can’t help but like them.
I need to remember where I left off in the series and pick it back up!