Itโs bad enough to be sexually frustrated. But as a medium, it means until Lucy Cartwright gets some, sheโs doomed. Oh no, not to death. Worse. To nightly visitations by recently deceased, wanna-be Cassanovas without the bodies to back it up. Then a living, breathing fantasy arrives on her doorstep, and Lucy thinks her dry spell is at an end.
Much as he would like to be Lucyโs personal gigolo, PI Jake Cox has a job to do. Heโs been sent to prevent her from getting laid until a particular horny phantomโand key witness in his mob investigationโpays her a visit. The real challenge? Keeping his own hands off Lucy long enough to get the job done.
Or the lonely, geeky ghost of a murdered mob accountant could rip a hole in the fabric of the universeโฆ
Warning: This book contains cheesy pick-up lines, amateur stripteases, and voyeuristic intentions โ all by dead men. And the living behave just as badlyโฆ
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