This steamy paranormal romance about a psychic who meets a ghost and falls in love starts slowly with the phrase:
Boston Kane didn’t believe in ghosts–until the dead started talking to her.
The book is part of a box set. And this was the first book in the set.
It is well written, but when I didn’t meet the hero within the first ten chapters, I began to think I’d been duped.
I wondered whether I was wasting my time. At about chapter ten, the hero appears, and it is worth the wait.
The psychic who knows her ghosts
Boston Kane lives in the shadow of her prettier sister, but Boston’s not feeling sorry for herself.
When she was a kid, she realized she had the power to see ghosts.
And she’s been searching for them since then. It doesn’t pay very well, but together with her friend, Vespers, she manages to pay her rent.
But then her rich sister, Maddison, wakes Boston one morning, saying her mansion is haunted.
Lol, I would not have been as conciliatory.
Boston yields to her sister’s pleading for help and checks it out, realizing there is more than one ghost inhabiting her sister’s large house.
Her ghost protector
There, in her sister’s home, she finds Ian.
He’s a ghost, but he’s also a gentleman, and he’s been protecting Maddison and her husband from the creature that lies within the walls of their home.
He’s been doing it for a long time, and Ian instantly knows he must touch Boston.
From Boston’s point of view, this isn’t uncommon. Those ghosts who can’t take form touch humans to tell them that they are there, but this isn’t why Ian touches Boston.
An ethereal need to be close to her makes him touch her, and before he knows it, they are kissing in the attic.
Now, I’m not going to give away how a ghost can kiss a human.
You’ll have to read the book to find that out.
Life after death
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I believe in ghosts–whatever they are.
For many years, I lived in my grandmother’s house, and weird things would happen.
My grandmother was a dedicated tea drinker, and one night I was sitting in the lounge room, writing a play (about 1 or 2 in the morning), and the kettle switched itself on in the kitchen.
It started to boil the water.
I was so scared, I stopped writing, unplugged the kettle, went to bed, and cuddled up to hubby.
So Adkins’ story didn’t seem far fetched to me.
Overall, I would give this book 4 out of 5.
I took one point off because I think many readers might have stopped reading before chapter 10. I think the first few chapters could have been shaved off.