Reading Lauren Maddison's, Witchfire, is like listening to a really annoying person tell a fascinating story. The main character, Connor Hawthorne, is supposed to be a cross between Nancy Drew, James Bond, and Jessica Fletcher. The sexy, butch, brilliant, famous, ex-cop, ex-district attorney, bestselling crime novelist who also happens to be fabulously rich winds up entangled in a mystery that somehow pertains to her not exactly deceased grandmother. When two corpses are found in a stone filled casket, she and Laura Nez, her sexy girlfriend, head for Glastonbury. While there, they meet an assortment of wealthy and/or aristocratic English folks that are about a jarful of mustard away from being commercial ready caricatures. They also keep seeing this freaky little leprechaun man. Connor's father and best friend even show up to help figure out what evolves into a series of murders and other freaky happenings.
If it seems Connor has lead a charmed life, it's just not so. She still occasionally grieves over the tragic death of her partner, an ex-supermodel, and has an alcoholic mother that disapproves of her being a lesbian. The reader will know that Connor is a lesbian because it's mentioned every few pages, lest the reader forget. Also, poor Connor never gets laid. Sure there are references to her and Laura having had sex, but that doesn't mean that the reader gets to hear any details. Poor, poor Connor. At least she's a famous lesbian author, adored worldwide. Also, Connor is a lesbian.
Witchfire had excellent pacing, properly built up suspense, had a few big surprises, and the plot was much less predictable than most mystery novels. The plot even draws from beautiful Arthurian legends and Celtic mythology, tying modern day into distant past. The cover photography and design are amazingly gorgeous. The trouble was the characters. They just wouldn't shut up and they had to have dialogue about things that had already been repeated several times in the descriptions, background, thoughts of characters, etc. It could have easily been cut into a third of the size of what it turned out to be. Witchfire could have been the kind of book to read, reread, and pass along to friends if it hadn't been so tedious and annoying to read.