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.
The Dead Romantics
