A GIRL, A GUY AND A GHOST
Mason’s heroine isn’t entirely sympathetic — one can feel the attempt to paint her as a sort of female Inspector Clouseau — bumbling, accident-prone, out of her depth — but it’s too much and she never appears to be in any sort of control. Neither does the writing; it at once feels rushed and tedious. The ostensible ghost-hunting plot falls quickly by the wayside in favor of other paranormal complications that are more confusing and irritating than intriguing, and Mason returns repeatedly to the same conflicts and jokes, many of which involve the same repetitious conversations. For a story touted as erotica, there’s hardly any sex (much less chemistry), and what scenes are there fall short in terms of description and intensity.