Johnnie Christmas writes us a haunted love story, in which both the supernatural and the romantic elements are severely underwritten.
Esme is a barista, who can see and talk to ghosts when she has had the appropriate amount of coffee. This 'power' is never properly introduced and expanded upon, just sort of.. plunked there by flashback. There's one lady ghost who hangs around her and who feels underutilised (it doesn't help that she looks almost identical to the love interest, at least to my eyes) - she basically pops up when necessary for the plot. Esme's coffee power gets expanded juuuuust before it's necessary for the plot again. It's messy writing.
The coffeeshop is owned by a Brazilian girl, Yara, who is also a model (*rolls eyes*). Yara and Esme instantly fall in love, eventhough they barely have personalities. There are some awkward sex scenes, including a close up of a hand gripping the bed covers (*rolls eyes again*) - to be fair, a bit of script shows Christmas relegated the sex scenes to the artist's imagination.
We quickly jump to Brazil, to Yara's family coffee plantation, there's a indie comic grandma, all feisty and full of wisdom, there's some malarky with ghosts, one of whom feeds on love (*eyes pop out off sockets*), there's pretty much zero characterisation, more awkward sex scenes, and an unsatisfying rushed ending.
Telenovelas get mentioned a lot, maybe it was a hint?
(Thanks to Dark Horse Books for providing me with an ARC through Edelweiss)