I never know what to expect from Lisa Cach. From Mermaid of Penperro through George and the Dragon, to Dream of Me, it can go from historic, to travel fantasy, to erotic succubus. Some I liked, some I didn't, but all have been original, all have brought out some degree of enjoyment or annoyance. This one, however... I don't know, Blah?
A spooky haunted house owned by a studly man, he needs a medium to help him rid himself of the ghosts. Naturally he finds a pretty medium, and the usual formula book for today's 20-30 somethings ensues. Raging hormones, lusty thoughts (the hero sees the heroine as dessert, the heroine ogles the hero as sumptuous eye candy), two minutes after meeting one another, they are both thinking condoms and the fastest route to the nearest bed, oral sex being, naturally, the prerequisite if a handy condom is not available. True love blossoms (how could such a promising start fail?). Because I am not of the 20-30 something generation, I find it all just a little tawdry, shallow, and a bit of a yawn.
So, Lisa Cach has now officially joined the MaryJanice Davidson, Katie MacAlister, Amanda Ashley, Lyndsay Sands, Lori Foster, etc. club. All very successful authors, all bestsellers, all pretty much interchangable.
Read it, forget it, go on to the next "romance", it should be listed on the top of the NYT bestseller list or the bargain bin of your nearest used book store.
