I'd rather date Mr. Wrong, you know?
But kidding aside...
It's really after a brain aneurysm has me kicking the bucket at almost forty that I ended up meeting Mr. Hot Immortal Next Door...and helping him hunt down a murderer who's escaped from Hell.
Life - I mean, my afterlife is almost perfect except...
I may be a ghost, but I still have standards, and I really need to know---
Why won't he tell me anything about his day job?!
Note: This TONGUE-IN-CHEEK romantic mystery offers up a STEAMY and FLIRTATIOUS romance amidst MURDERS and HAUNTINGS. If you're looking for a fun and fast-paced paranormal romance over forty or paranormal women's fiction set within the world of Greek mythology, then please do give this a try!
"It's part of my job."
"Talking to ghosts?"
"Like a psychic?"
I saw him frown as if seriously weighing the relevance of this term to his job, and then after a moment, he said simply, "No."
"Is it why I can touch you and vice versa?"
"Can't you just tell me what your job is?" I asked with a laugh.
I started tugging his sleeve. "Come on, please."
"Why does it matter what job I do?"
"Because I only date guys with actual jobs, and in case you're wondering - no, I don't consider any kind of criminal activity as a career."
"Is that your way of saying you want to go out with me?"
If I had still been in my teens, I wouldn't have even dreamt of answering him with the truth. Would have been too insecure to even consider it. If I had been in my twenties, I'd be weighing my options and gauging his level of interest, just to play it safe. But since I was in my late thirties (and forever would be), I was at that age where I knew and loved myself enough to take even the craziest, occasional risk.
"Can I ask you a question first?"
The sudden huskiness in my tone had Hadrian's gaze gleaming. "Go on."
"You really didn't lie about not being married?"
"I'm recently divorced, if that means anything."
"It doesn't." I watched the interest in his eyes change into something else as I spoke, and my toes curled. "May I ask one - um, no, may I ask two last questions?"
Just one word, but this time, Hadrian's voice had deepened and turned more velvety.
"Does hooking up constitute a sin?" I might always be game for wild, hot sex, but not if it screwed with my chances for meeting my parents in Heaven - oh no, wait, make that Isle of the Blessed.
"Oh, thank God."
His eyes gleamed. "And your second question?"
"Is something very easy," I said with a wink. "All I'd like to know is if you know anyone who'd be interested in, say, hooking up with a redheaded ghost?"
"I think..." Hadrian reached up to trace my lower lip with his thumb, and I almost died at the sheer sensuality of it. "The ghost already knows the answer to that."
"Oh my God, you're hot." The words had him chuckling, and even the mere sound of it was sexy as heck, too. Leaning close, I whispered into his ear, "You were right earlier."
"I want to go out with you."
There was a beat of silence, and I found myself holding my breath even though I wasn't really breathing anymore. Was he going to pull over? Was he going to kiss me? Was he going to---
"Hold that thought."
---do something I didn't see coming? Apparently, yes. And I couldn't help choking out a laugh. "Seriously?"
"What if I said no?"
A smirk played over his lips, and I had never seen anything sexier in my life, dead or not dead.
"Do you want me that much?"
"Yes," I said shamelessly.
Hadrian glanced at me. Just one swift glance, lasting no longer than a second, but the smoldering heat in it...mm, well, let's just say it was hotter than Hell, enough to make me clear my throat and start fanning my face. Phew.
"You're looking a little red," Hadrian murmured.
"Am I? It's getting a little hot. Must be your air-conditioning," I quipped.
"Or I'm just too hot."
I couldn't help laughing even though we both knew it was true. "That should've made you sound like a butthole," I said with a sigh, "but it didn't." I tugged his sleeve again, asking hopefully, "Are you really sure you can't spare even just five minutes?"
Right from the first page, I absolutely loved this book! The snarky humor was exactly what I crave! Saoirse Sullivan is not a typical ghost. She doesn’t do the haunting thing, and in fact, is afraid of other ghosts! But she meets a really handsome man named Hadrian, and is amazed that he can see her and touch her while not being a ghost himself! Even better, she can touch him too! He just commented to her discovery that he was different – not dead, but different. Her interview of him was hilarious! Their repartee was perfect! She will only date him if he has a job – and he doesn’t want to tell her what his job is, although she does warn him that criminal activity is not considered a valid career choice.
As they continued talking, because Saoirse had no one to talk to for months and was eager to ask a million questions, Hadrian drove them to Silver Mist Hospital. That immediately set Saoirse’s nerves on edge since everyone knows that [other] ghosts love hanging around hospitals! As she asked Hadrian what they were doing, he explained that someone had escaped from Tartarus, a section of Hell, and he was here to find out who.
Apparently Saoirse’s being the “mind-her-own-business” type of ghost, she will be finding herself pulled into murder, mayhem, magic, battling poltergeists, chasing after a missing subject of Tartarus (her first adventure), and dating the sexy Hadrian, the man who turns out to be a smoldering-hot bounty hunter of Hell! This is going to be a fantastic story line for the reader! I grinned from the first page and never stopped! Wonderful book!
- 5-star review from an Amazon Top 500 reviewer