I had to read this for the bookclub I belong to. They have to put up with the books that I recommend, authors like Margaret Atwood and Geraldine Brooks, so it's only fair that I have to suffer through paranormal romance.
Who invented this genre anway? I've never read one, but the formula is evident from this novel. There's no explicit sex - there are descriptions of heaving chests and six-pack abs, but that's about as far as it goes. The ghosts (the paranormal part) mean no harm - they are misunderstood, and want something, but they don't steal souls and frighten to death. The dialog is corny and unrealistic - sort of a teenagers dream of what romantic dialog might be. The plot is full of holes, but who cares? The fans don't read these novels for the plot, but to feel good about the romance. The characters are improbable - filthy rich man who is also young and gorgeous, greiving over the death of his fiance. Beautiful and succesful TV journalist, veteran of war zones, who faints at the sight of a ghost.
But Deveraux is highly successful with these. She has the right touch, obviously, and she gives her readers what they want.
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