Brew the beer and light the Hearth. No ifs, plenty of butts.
I’d been looking for a way to leave my old life behind, so inheriting a battered old pub in the middle of nowhere was the perfect excuse. Flying in from America, I was keen for a chance to get my head down, lick my wounds and figure out my next steps.
It turned out, though, there’s all sorts of unusual expectations of the landlord in the village of Pant-y-Giggles. From renovating the building, to learning how to brew, to embracing the Way of the Hollows, I very quickly had my hands full.
Fortunately, though, everyone was very keen to help me settle in.
This book could've been four stars and possibly even five if not for three major reasons.
One the very half-baked attempt at portraying an American who was born and raised in Arizona coming to Wales, England. The author gives up even trying to use non british/Welsh terms a few chapters into the story and even the exscuse that the MC was raised by Welsh grandparents doesn't hold water because being born and raised in one of the most Western parts of the USA and living there until the mid-late 20's would wash all terminology out, with the biggest perpetrator calling the flashlight a torch.
The second is the very blatant in your face notion that the author really just needed any reason at all to have a man as an MC in what would honestly probably be better to have a female one. The women of this all male village need a man specifically to run a tavern that has a temper and is magically sentient and responsible for a myriad of things in the village. The rules are however (summarized) that you do what the tavern says, do what the women in the village tell you, don't leave, and don't ask questions unless you want to be killed like the last guy they had, oh and seriously listen to the women around you if you want the pub to be successful even though they can definitely run it without you (as is shown and stated multiple times) but for reasons unknown which is literally glossed over multiple times in the story they absolutely need a man to do the things they can certainly do themselves otherwise the magic doesn't work.
Lastly the MC is one of the most undiagnosed bi-polar characters I've read in a long time. He complains quite often in the first half (with valid reason to be fair), about the state of the pub/tavern and how he doesn't think he'll be able to get it fixed nor does he trust the residents or too-far the so not thousands of years old fox lady. Only for that to be turned around the second he gets some food at a Cafe and meets the local short stack totally not a dragon lady and the totally not a witch electrician. This is again switched when he decides to stay for no reason at all but wants to dodge responsibility, and again when he crashes out when asked a fairly normal question about why his grandparents raised him instead of his parents.
I give props for the Welsh mythos which is hardly ever seen or used, as well as a rather interesting cast of main characters. The smut is admittedly rather good, and the setting itself isn't too bad. All in all a decent story but don't expect much out of it. It's smut that happens to have a rather good premise but smut is still just smut.
Let’s start with the positive. To say this book is magic (not about magic, but the thing itself) is an understatement. Another understatement would be to call it “erotic fiction”. That’s like calling the ocean a bunch of water. We often use that term to mean the words describe something erotic. But in this book, the WORDS THEMSELVES are erotic. A scene about beer making will curl your hair and have you in desperate need of a cold shower. “Erotic poetry”, maybe? In a way it’s too much. Like a dessert that can only be eaten in small bites of ecstasy.
Now the bad. And after finishing the first book, I can only laugh. The main character is supposed to be from Yuma, Arizona. LOL. Right. That guy is British to the BONE. I can only reason that the author has never been to America, has never KNOWN an American, has never seen an American movie, or a TV show, or read an American book. I’m not sure he realizes we’re not still a British colony.
Yep. Total lack of research, there. Nope, I don’t care. I simply moved Yuma to just southeast of London in my mind, and rolled with it.
Lastly, American or not, the average reader hasn’t got a freaking clue what you’re talking about when you describe making beer. Mind you, I WANT to, now, but I was SO lost.
Will I read the next one? In a heartbeat. And a book on British brewing methods.
I made it 35 pages into this book before I DNF it. I could see where it was going, and I wasn't interested in how predictable and trope-y it was going to be.
The MC has apparently inherited a pub in Wales. He's an American, but he boxes up a few things and heads over to find out what his grandparents left him. It's a death trap, but things are apparently going to be fine. Because every person he meets is female, and they are all gorgeous to him. I think the common denominator to start was they are all VERY busty, since their tops were all losing the battle against the bulge. There are hardly any men around, so it's going to be a shooting fish in a barrel type story. And I'm tired of zero effort harem stories.
DNF @ 36%. Could not bring myself to like the MC. He's a pushover and a doormat. He has no spine and the 3 introduced LI's treat him like a child. No explanations are given, they just bulldoze their way into his life and pub and he accepts it, because they're hot. Not a fan of harem novels where the LI's only interest in the MC is because he's the only man around or available, which in turn makes the relationships shallower than your typical harem novel.
I want to give it a higher score, but can't. There isn't much of a story here, the selling feature is the characters and chemistry, you need to commit to at least the half way point before you even get some of the story to come out. But once it gets going the fmc's and mc interactions are pretty decent, even the sex scenes weren't that bad.
it was really annoying when the mc would start throwing out British English as an American inconsistently
It's a fine tale of finding family as most of these are, but the language or prose it used were... foreign. I think it was meant for the Welsh and was translated into English because I was lost quite a few times with the strange turns of phrase happening everywhere. Still, a calm jaunt into many willing wet holes. Nothing else though. Nothing new or interesting, at least, besides a magical pub. I tried reading book 2 but it wasn't compelling enough.
I've done my share of reading, and this is the first book in a long time that gave me tears. The ending scene was one that I was Misty eyed as I read it. If your someone like me, who believes old buildings, or machines can have a soul then this is your book. The next in this series cannot come soon enough.
This would be a good story without the sex. Funny and well written beyond the usual stories of this genre. One thing. Do all the women really need to have boobs the size of watermelons? Sexuality is attitude. Good attitude trumps breast size every time.
The opening scenes were so dark and troubled I nearly put the book down for good. But a few bright spots leaked in so I hung in, and glad I did. Wonderful story.