I really tried to like this book. But I just couldn't get into it! Basically it's like a very long, slow and boring episode of SCOOBY DOO, without the humor and the Scooby Snacks.
The Nicest Ghostbusters in the World go to New Orleans, where there's a house full of Evil. The head ghost is named Melvin C. Neutron, or Milton B. Marshmallow, or something. He murdered a bunch of little kids with an axe back in the 1870's. And over the years, dozens of people have wandered into the house, slipped on banana peels, and died mysteriously. Recently a beautiful Senator's wife, grieving for her child who died fielding a line drive in a heated Wiffle Ball game, met a similar tragic fate. (Slipped on a banana peel, fell of the balcony, and accidentally impaled herself on her son's Wiffle Ball bat.) So the Nice Ghostbusters are on the case!
The main couple in this case are the boss man Ghostbuster, Jackson Crow, and a pretty lady named Angela. He's a hunky Native American (is there any other kind in these books?) and she's a blue-eyed lady cop with the face of an angel. They like each other sooooo much that there's zero tension as to whether they'll get together. Even the dumbest Harlequin Presents works better than this. You know, she's a super model, and he's a billionaire. He thinks she's stuck up and spoiled. She thinks he's ruthless and heartless. The story always sizzles because the internal conflicts heat up the sexual tension. But Angela and Jackson just sort of . . . like each other.
The "tension" in this story, such as it is, comes from the scheming and semi-supernatural antics of a ridiculous random grab-bag of villains . . . living, dead, and in-between. Talk about the usual suspects! We've got them all. Sinister religious cult full of nubile runaway girls serving as sex slaves? Check. Mean redneck church filled with neo-Nazi leg-breakers? Check. Sleazy politicians? Beefy dimwit chauffeurs? Delusional skank in high heels killing for her horny boss?
Overall, I'd say this novel misses big on a number of levels. If you're looking for real Stephen King style horror, tons of blood and guts, hair-raising chills, you won't find it. If you want a steaming hot love story with tension and sexual fireworks, you won't get that either. But if you want to hang out with some really nice ghost busters who know lots of cool night spots in New Orleans, and share great recipes for Jambalaya and Hurricanes, then this might be the book for you!