The story is almost interesting until it isn’t. Something swoops in to save the protagonists from every perilous situation, and while the ‘fish out of water’ juxtaposition of the main character(s) is nifty, they also ‘saved’ from that situation.
Every woman is written only as a potential romance or sex partner, guided only by their undying love for the target of their affection, and jealously lashing out at any other woman that could be a threat to their perfect relationship.
Meanwhile the men are all dullards who wax poetic about how they’ll swoop them away to a paradise somewhere, completely ignoring anything that would have given them any agency.
I didn’t finish book 2, and I never will. Bleh.