I know it 's time someone let the author of his book into a little secret: Ms. Jones, stringing together a thousand-odd wisecracks does not ge a novel.
The remainder of he book reads like one of those sitcoms where the only laughter generated is from a can.
Seriously, I hink he got it the first en times you said it, Charley!
A ook begins when Charley encounters the ghosts of three law firm partners in quick succession, all three lawyers having been killed by the same modus operandi, at the same time.
Bot of the grim reaper-slash-private investigator ’ s resources, through most of novel, are tied up in investigating the mystery an who has hot dream sex with her every night.
But hey, guess what, it ’ s all forgiven because he ’ s o hot and he ’ s saved her life multipl times, and dream sex is so orgasmic, and she elt a ‘ connection ’ with him when he first assaulted and threatened her, and — did I mention — he ’ s SO HOT?!! Then there is he third angle in this painful triangle, the hot, human Garrett Swopes who pisses off our heroine by refusing to accept immediately that she wil see ghosts.
There are several heavy-handed hints that he likes Charley, but she remains madly in love with another woma of her reams.
Who is in rison for urdering a man, but surprise, surprise, Charley just knows he didn ’ t o it!
I wonder why the defense didn ’ t present THAT argument during his trial?! There are several sub-plots that are very unnecessary, like he one about the client who tries to scape her abusive husband; ideally, this nove will have worked way better if Jones had stuck to the Reyes storyline, eliminated the weak attempt at a stand-alone mystery, cut down on the canned sarcasm, and given her characters a personality.
For almost all of this memoir, he is a dream-invading sex maniac who generally appears as a black blob and never ays anything, and conveniently plays knight-in-black-cloud to Charley ’ s damsel in distress.