Goodreads: Alexia Maccon, the Lady Woolsey, awakens in the wee hours of the mid-afternoon to find her husband, who should be decently asleep like any normal werewolf, yelling at the top of his lungs. Then he disappears; leaving her to deal with a regiment of supernatural soldiers encamped on her doorstep, a plethora of exorcised ghosts, and an angry Queen Victoria.
But Alexia is armed with her trusty parasol, the latest fashions, and an arsenal of biting civility. So even when her investigations take her to Scotland, the backwater of ugly waistcoats, she is prepared: upending werewolf pack dynamics as only the soulless can. She might even find time to track down her wayward husband, if she feels like it.
Supernaturals have mysteriously lost their abilities. Vampires and werewolves are now mortal and ghosts have been exorcised. At first Alexia is to blame, then there’s talk about some kind of weapon. Conall leaves for Scotland after the the alpha up there is murdered, and Alexia follows him shortly after… With her friend Ivy, her sister Felicity, claviger Tunstell, French maid Angelique, and the new character we’re introduced to: Madame Lefoux. During the trip, Alexia was nearly murdered more than once. Will that girl ever get a break!?
I found this difficult to get into and boring until the last 15-20%. A lot of the elements that made me love the first book were missing. Most of the book was just chit-chat (that lacked witty banter) and hardly any action.
Alexia was still the same strong, sassy, and brilliant lady I loved while reading the first book, but the side characters? They were beyond annoying and completely different in this book. Specifically Ivy. Ivy is now on my list of top 10 most annoying characters.
One thing that really bummed me out was how Conall was pretty scarce. I was REALLY looking forward to more snarky scenes between him and Alexia.
Do not, I repeat DO NOT read the synopsis for the third book Blameless without reading Changeless or you will be spoiled for the huge twist at the end of this that punched a hole through my chest.