The Dead Romantics

Library book.

“Nothing said Netflix and chill quite like an orthopedic pillow and a wineglass of Ensure.” Page 8.

My people.

Paranormal Romance, a bodice ripper with ghosts, not ghouls, just ghosts.

“My family was a lot of weird things, but sometimes they were just predictable.” Page 171.

Just back from three family funerals? Mine, too.

Tonic on a wan, warm December’s eve.

Oh that just a bit embarrassing, sitting someplace, reading the tail end of the book, and having my eyes tear up. For the love of the gods, it’s a silly romance book. Still hit the notes, if a little predictable.

I’ll give the author credit, now I want to read more of her work.