The normally talented Jackson just can’t seem to decide what she wants to write about in this book. The characters, plot and setting remain out of focus throughout. Her writing style brightens for a few pages, but unfortunately these patches are all too brief.

Karo quit her previous job in a spectacular fashion, leaving her scrambling for a new position, a difficult task in the art history field. She lands a restoration job at an obscure plantation and jumps at it. Arriving in the midst of a violent storm, she is struck by lightning at the front gate. Maybe this shock to her system is the reason she seems to be ... seeing ghosts. The house seems a monument to sexual high jinks 17th-century style, and the goal of turning it into a tourist attraction an elusive one, but her yummy Brit boss is a perk she can appreciate. Too bad she’s sworn off men, and no ghost is going to push her toward indecent cravings. (LOVE SPELL, Jul., 320 pp., $7.99)
Reviewed by: 
Bunny Callahan