There's something very appealing about the combination of crime solving and fantasy - especially with a light touch of humour too, evident, for example, in Ben Aaronovitch's Rivers of London series. I was a little wary about the cover of Paranormal Nonsense, which seemed more Mills and Boon than anything, but thought I'd give it a go.
The premise of someone who becomes a paranormal investigator because of a typo in a newspaper advert is excellent, as is the idea of the central character Tempest Danger Michaels (apparently, his middle name really is danger) not believing in the paranormal - so, in effect, his job is to be a PI showing what's really happening in paranormal cases, only to be faced with what appears to be a real vampire.
So far, so good - even if things are stretched a little, in that Michaels starts to investigate the vampire murders without having a client, something I find hard to believe a real PI would do. And the story worked well enough to keep me reading to the end. But, to be honest, it's not particularly well-written, perhaps not entirely surprisingly as Steve Higgs has managed to produce 22 of these novels since 2017.
Higgs has a tendency to over describe, telling us far too much detail about someone's garden or what Michaels had for dinner, spending a whole paragraph on why he went for a nutrious turkey mince and vegetable chilli with 'lots of avocado pear'. Apparently he never had white carbs in his house. As for Michaels himself, he feels like he was written in the 70s, not 2017 (think a Leslie Thomas character) - definitely an unreconstructed male, with a knee-jerk response to the attractiveness (or lack of it) of women and a cringe-makingly patronising attitude to old people.
In fact, I did wonder if the book was actually written well before it was published with a touch of updating to include phones with cameras and the like. This is because Michaels comments on someone in his 'late sixties or early seventies' that 'I suspected he would have at least completed National Service and I was right. Like so many of his generation, he could remember the war…' If he was 70 in 2017, he would have been born after the war was too young for National Service.
Mildly entertaining, but I don't think I'll be going on to book 2.