When ghost hunter and medium M.J. Holliday appears on a television show called Haunted Possessions, she encounters an evil knife that releases a demon. Now all hell has broken loose in the haunted hotel where M.J. is staying, and it's up to her to give the uninvited guest an early checkout.
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Praise for the Ghost Hunter Mysteries
“A bewitching book blessed with many blithe spirits.”
—Nancy Martin, author of
the Blackbird Sisters Mysteries
“Ms. Laurie has penned a fabulous read and packed it with ghost-hunting action at its best. With a chilling mystery, a danger-filled investigation, a bit of romance, and a wonderful dose of humor, there’s little chance that readers will be able to set this book down.”—Darque Reviews
“M.J.’s first-person worldview is both unique and enticing. With truly likable characters, plenty of chills, and even a hint of romance, real-life psychic Laurie guarantees that readers are in for a spooktacularly thrilling ride.”—Romantic Times (4½ stars)
“A great, fast-paced, addicting read.”
“A great story.”—MyShelf.com
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“Victoria Laurie has crafted a fantastic tale in this latest Psychic Eye Mystery. There are few things in life that upset Abby Cooper, but ghosts and her parents feature high on her list . . . giving the reader a few real frights and a lot of laughs.”—Fresh Fiction
“Fabulous.... Fans will highly praise this fine ghostly murder mystery.”—The Best Reviews
“A great new series . . . plenty of action.”
—Midwest Book Review
“An invigorating entry into the cozy mystery realm . . . I cannot wait for the next book.”
“A fresh, exciting addition to the amateur sleuth genre.”—J. A. Konrath, author of Dirty Martini
“Worth reading over and over again.”—Bookviews
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For Leanne Tierney,
a great friend and my personal hero
A couple of years ago I got a call from my agent, Jim McCarthy, telling me that a producer had been in touch with the agency to see if I might be up for participating in a cable TV special on haunted possessions. The way they envisioned the show was Most Haunted meets Antiques Roadshow.
“It sounds goofy,” I said after hearing the pitch.
“Think of it like free advertising for the books!” he encouraged.
“Yeah, but these things never make the psychic look good,” I argued. “You know they can do anything they want in that editing room.”
“But think of how many books you could sell!” he countered.
I had a feeling Jim had a one-track mind on this one. Finally, however, after a whole lotta back-and-forth I conceded, with one condition: Jim had to fly to California with me and hold my hand during the shoot.
And everything was moving forward until Jim found out that the location of the shoot and our accommodations would be aboard the Queen Mary, aka the most haunted ghost ship in America. After that little tidbit came out, the excuses began:
“Uh, about going to California with you . . .” he said.
“Yeah, well, you see, the thing of it is . . . I might not have room in my work schedule after all.”
“You don’t say?”
“And I think I have some other personal conflicts that weekend.”
“I see. . . .”
“And”—cough-cough—“I may be coming down with a cold.” Sniffle, hack, wheeze, sniffle. “And you know how they say to avoid flying when you have a cold. . . .”
So it came to pass that Jim weaseled out, which, truth be told, was a good thing, because I didn’t have a great feeling about attending either and we eventually informed the producers that we were no longer interested in participating.
A few months later I saw a small clip of the actual show, and all I can say is thank God I backed out! There were some crazy happenings going on during that clip that I knew I’d have been totally freaked-out over. (Just ’cause I can communicate with the dead doesn’t mean I don’t find it creepy at times.)
Still, the concept of a haunted possession intrigued me enough to use it in a story with my favorite ghost hunting team of M.J., Gilley, and Steven. And now you know that I’m much braver, sitting in my nice, quiet, decidedly unhaunted home writing about things that go bump in the night rather than hunting them down myself.
To that end I would like to thank all those who helped me along the way:
My fabulous editor, Kristen Weber, who is so easy to work with and full of enthusiasm and encouragement. Thanks for taking such great care of me, Kristen. It means a lot!
Thanks as well to everyone at Obsidian for their efforts on my behalf, and that list includes Leslie Henkel and Rebecca Vinter, along with many, many others who work so diligently behind the scenes. Please accept my boundless appreciation for all you do for me.
My agent, Jim McCarthy, who always has my back (unless it involves spending the night on a ghost ship), and who is simply the best damn agent in the biz! Also, thanks to the entire staff at Dystel and Goderich, Literary Management, for their advice and support over the years.
And I’d like to thank my family for their continued support and encouragement, along with all my friends who cheer every time I show up on their doorstep with a new release. I usually name you all individually, but that list is getting a bit long, so know that if you think I might be including you, I definitely am!
One small individual mention here, and that is to Leanne Tierney, to whom this book is dedicated: Leanne, you’re simply wonderful, and every time I talk to you it’s like getting an adrenaline shot of sunshine. Thank you for being a great friend and providing such inspiration. You amaze me with your attitude, boundless enthusiasm, and continued strength and determination. Hugs and love, gal pal!
Here’s some free advice: Never go into business with your best friend. And if you happen to ignore that initial advice—then, by God, make sure you have some sort of an escape clause.
How am I qualified to give such advice?
I’ll tell you: I’m the idiot who went into business with her BFF and barely lived to tell about it.
Gilley Gillespie has been my best friend for twenty years—and he’d been driving me crazy for nineteen and a half of them when I ignored all reason and good sense and formed a small ghostbusting business with him as my partner. The plan had seemed sound at the time. I’m a psychic medium with a good reputation and lots of experience, Gilley is a computer and gadget whiz, and New England is chock-full of haunted houses. We thought it was the perfect blend of talent meeting opportunity.
But, sadly, what we found after hanging out our ghostbusting shingle was a whole lot of skepticism and folks who weren’t bothered by bumps in the night as much as we thought they’d be.
Still, our prices weren’t cheap, so the jobs we did manage to book we were at least well compensated for, and that left us with a lot of free time waiting for the phone to ring. I liked to fill these periods surfing the Web or scoping out the latest gossip rag, while Gilley liked to think up new ways to increase business. (Enter the need for an escape clause. . . .)
So when I came into the office suite I shared with Gil on a cool Friday morning in late September, I noticed right away that my best friend might have had way too much time on his hands recently, and that meant I was likely in trouble.
You see, Gilley looked guilty. Of what exactly, I wasn’t yet sure, but something was up, and I had a feeling it was probable that my breakfast would consist of a cup of coffee, a bagel, and a side of aspirin. “What’d you do now?” I groaned as I put my jacket on the coatrack.
“Something that will bring us tons of new business!” he announced with a flourish.
I shot him a skeptical look over my shoulder as I headed into my office, tucked just behind the front lobby of our suite. “Why do I have the feeling that I’m not going to like it?”
“Because you never like any of my ultracreative ideas.”
For the record, Gilley’s idea of “ultracreative” ways to increase our professional ghostbusting business have included a man dressed up as Casper waving to pedestrian traffic outside our office, and a late-night cable TV commercial featuring Gil and a half dozen of his fellow queens (I should mention that Gil is decidedly light in his loafers) doing a mock-up of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” video while someone in a cop uniform rushed around “busting” the walking dead.
“I never like any of your crazy ideas, Gil, because they all cost money and don’t return on the investment. We’re still paying for your thirty-second stint on late-night TV,” I pointed out.
Gilley got up from his desk and hurried into my office. With a flick of his hand he dismissed my pessimism. “That’s the beauty of this idea, M.J. It won’t cost us a penny. In fact, it will actually pay us handsomely!”
I sat down with another sigh and picked up the mail Gil had laid on my desk, sorting through the envelopes. “How much does handsomely go for these days?” I asked casually.
“Five hundred dollars a day!” Gil said, and clapped his hands happily.
I arched an eyebrow at him. “That’s less than we get paid for a bust.”
Gilley took a seat in one of the chairs opposite me. “Yes, but it’s free advertising! We’d actually get paid to tell the world about our business! And the exposure will be national. I tell you, this could be big!”
I set the mail down and eyed him critically. “I always know I’m in for a rude awakening when you play this stuff up.”
“Not this time,” he insisted, his knees bouncing with excitement.
“Fine,” I groaned. “What’s this latest brainstorm?”
“I just got off the phone with a Hollywood producer—”
“Hollywood?” I interrupted. “Isn’t that commute a little far?” We live just outside Boston.
“Well, of course we’d be flown in,” he said impatiently. “Anyway, as I was saying, this Hollywood producer is putting together this really cool new show for Bravo. You know how we love to watch our Bravo!”
“Uh-huh,” I said, sitting back in my chair and crossing my arms. So far I wasn’t too impressed, even though Gilley and I were avid fans of the cable channel.
“It’s an assembly of talent, the best mediums the world has to offer,” Gil continued. “This producer has scoured the U.S. to find the greatest psychics in the biz, in fact.”
“Who’s attending?” I was pretty up on who the best intuitive mediums in the country were. I was good friends with Rebecca Rosen from Colorado, and Theresa Rogers from California, not to mention that I’d actually met both John Edward and James Van Praagh in person, and if any one of them were in, then I might consider the idea.
“Bernard Higgins,” Gil said.
I searched my memory banks. “Never heard of him.”
“How about Heath Whitefeather or Angelica Demarche?”
I rolled the names around in my head and came up empty. “Have you heard of these people?”
“Sure!” he said, in that high, whiny way that told me he was a big, fat fibber.
I rubbed my temples and glanced at the clock on my desk. Nine a.m. and I already had a headache. It was a new record. “The answer is no,” I said flatly.
“But you haven’t even heard the whole pitch!” Gilley wailed.
“I don’t need to,” I warned, leveling a look at him. “It’s goofy, whatever it is.”
“It is not!”
“Fine.” I sighed. “Then tell me what this great assembly of talent is all about.”
“It’s about helping people,” Gilley said earnestly. “And isn’t that really what we’re all about?”
“Who are we helping?” asked a deep baritone from the lobby.
Gil and I both looked up to see six feet of tall, dark, and yummy. “Hey, Steven,” I said. Dr. Steven Sable was my significant other and our financial backer. In other words, he was ridiculously wealthy and had enough dough to blow on some rather eccentric “entertainment.” That’s right—Gilley and I were the “entertainment.”
“I’m trying to talk to M.J. about the TV show.”
“With the things that are possessed?” he asked. Obviously he was more in the loop than I was, which could mean only that Gil had told him in order to help warm me up to the idea.
“Possessed?” I asked, shifting my attention back to Gil. “You know I don’t believe in exorcisms.”
“No, no, no!” Gilley said quickly. “It’s not like that at all. Listen, this producer has an idea about a show where he gathers some mediums and has them tune in on objects that the owners feel are possessed with either good or bad spirits. Think of it as a haunted Antiques Roadshow.”
“Again,” I said to Gil, “the answer is no.”
“M.J.!” Gilley wailed. “You can’t say no!”
I stood up from my chair and laid my hands flat on my desk. “I thought I just did.”
“But I am all packed,” said Steven.
“What do you mean, you’re packed?” I asked.
“Gilley gave me the itinerary yesterday. He said we would need to be at the airport by noon today.”
“Whoa,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “Gilley, you already told this producer guy yes?”
“It’s all arranged,” Gilley said quickly. “And I’ve cashed the first check. They sent us a three-hundred-dollar bonus for signing the contract.”
“Wait a minute!” I yelled. “I haven’t signed any contract!” And then a flicker of memory burbled up in my mind. Two weeks ago I’d been on the phone and Gilley had swept in, placing some documents in front of me with little “sign here” tabs. Gil and I were in the middle of refinancing our condos for a lower rate—we lived in the same building, one floor apart—so I’d just assumed the papers had to do with the mortgage application.
To confirm that my memory was accurate I saw Gilley picking at his sweater, avoiding my eyes, and I knew I’d been had. “You’re fired,” I said, doing my best Donald Trump hand-like-a-cobra impression.
“You can’t fire me,” he said calmly. “We’re partners.”
“I won’t do it!” I snapped. “Get us out of this, Gilley, or so help me, I’ll . . .” I was so angry I couldn’t think of what I’d do, but I knew it was something big.
“M.J.,” Steven said, coming into the room to take a chair next to Gilley, “I think you should do it.”
“Easy for you to say,” I groused. “You’re not the one doing some goofy show on television that’s going to make you look like a loony tune!”
“I don’t think it will be so bad,” Steven said, his voice calm and soothing. “And I can tell you from my own personal experience that when I watch you work I am memorized.”
I should also mention that Steven was born in Argentina and raised in Germany. He’s new to both the States and English. “Mesmerized,” Gilley whispered out of the corner of his mouth.
“Yes, that too,” Steven said. “The point here is that the show is a good opportunity for your business, and to prove to people that you are a gifted medium able to communicate with the dead.”
“Think of it,” Gilley added. “I mean, how many people have some object in their home that they think might have bad energy associated with it? M.J., this could be a whole new business for us! It’s not just about busting someone’s home anymore; now we’re talking busting that old hairbrush or picture frame or whatever.”
I sank back down in my seat. I was outmanned, outmaneuvered, and outsmarted. “What happens if I don’t show up?”
“They’ll sue you,” Gil said. “Breach of contract and all.”
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. “How long is this going to take?”
“Including tonight, it’ll take three days. We land this evening, and they start shooting tomorrow at eight a.m. sharp.”
“So we’re back here by Monday?” I asked.
“And there’s no new business on the calendar?” It had been a slow couple of weeks.
“Nothing. Not even a nibble.”
“And you’ve already made arrangements for Doc?” Doc was my African Gray parrot. I’d had him since I was twelve.
“Mama Dell and the Captain are going to look after him.” Mama Dell and her husband, known only as “the Captain,” owned the coffee shop across the street and were good friends of ours.
I looked from Steven to Gilley and back again, hoping one of them would come to his senses and back me for a change. Finally I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Fine. But I swear to God, Gil, if this in any way makes me look like an ass, you’re going to pay for it.”
“Don’t I always?” Gilley muttered, but quickly flashed me a big, toothy smile and clapped his hands. “It’ll be fun!”
I gave him a dark look, and he wisely hurried out of my office, muttering something about heading to my condo to pack a bag for me.
“He’s right, you know,” Steven said after we heard the front door close.
“About this being fun? Don’t count on it.”
“No, about it being good for the business.”
“Or it will be really bad for business,” I countered, still irritated at having been hoodwinked.
“What is your worry over this?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“I’m worried that this program is exploitive, that the intent isn’t to educate as much as it is to disprove, and that the producer will use every opportunity to showcase any miss I get and call me out on national television as a fraud.”
“But you’re not a fraud,” Steven said gently. “You are the real McCain.”
One corner of my mouth lifted. “McCoy,” I corrected. “And I know that, but you should see what goes on in the editing room, Steven. I mean, they can take so much out of context that they could make Einstein look stupid.”
“Maybe you are taking this too seriously,” Steven reasoned. “It seems to me the show is about entertainment, not about making some sort of ideological point.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “May I say that your English is really improving?”
“Thank you,” he said modestly. “I’ve been practicing.” He got up then and came around my desk, lifting me up out of my chair and pulling me into his wonderfully developed chest. “I have a feeling you will look very good on camera,” he said, and kissed me lightly on the lips. “You have a face for the television.”
I smiled a little wider. “So if this thing turns ugly, you promise to get me out of there?”
“Mmmm,” Steven said, and kissed me again. “Yes, I will rescue you,” he added, caressing my back.
We did some heavy petting and smooching until we heard an “Ahem” from someone in the lobby. Neither of us had heard anyone come in. I stepped quickly away from Steven and spotted Mama Dell, looking very uncomfortable in the doorway. “Hey, there.” I coughed, straightening my clothes and patting my hair, which I knew was likely tousled.
“I’m so sorry,” Mama Dell said, color rising to her cheeks. “I didn’t know you were . . . uh . . . busy.”
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The only reason I am reviewing this book is because I couldn't believe that something so badly written could get published. I picked up the book as something fun to read while on vacation but I wish I chose something else. I found myself correcting the grammar as I went along. The story was so convuluted by the number of characters to keep track. Somehow you are supposed to care about them when you can't keep them straight? Also there were portions that seemed more like "How I Do It" of being a psychic rather than story. Overall poorly written, poorly edited, and ridiculous. I expected something much better
Victoria Laurie hits another homerun with Ghouls Just Haunt To HAve Fun. M.J. Holliday and the gang take you on a wild adventure in ghoustbusting. This book will not disapoint for the true Victoria Lauire fan or antyone looking for a good read. Escape into another world for a short time and see what life would be like busting ghouls and helping grounded spirits crossover. A must read.
Her instinct told her to just say no, but in spite of being a medium M.J. Holliday ignores the internal warning that acquiescing to her business partner Gilley Gillespie¿s idea of appearing on a Bravo TV show is a loser. Instead she agrees to join a panel with three of her paranormal peers. The two partners accompanied by the medium¿s significant other travel to Dr. Steven Sable for the TV appearance.
When they reach the Drake Hotel, the trio learns that a woman fell from the edifice. M.J. consults with the victim and informs the cops she was murdered. Soon afterward, she meets the rest of the TV panel and concludes two of her so-called peers, Angelica DeMarche and Bernard Higgins, are fakes. However, she and the other legit member Heath Whitefeather from the Land of Enchantment soon find themselves battling a paranormal malevolent who haunts the Drake.
The latest ¿Ghost Hunter¿ mystery (see DEMONS ARE A GHOUL'S BEST FRIEND) is a lighthearted humorous haunted hotel horror thriller kept focused by ¿graveyard¿ serious M.J. and in this case Heath. The rest of the cast except for the evil haunter bring either amusement or eeriness; especially fun is when the two fake California psychics encounter their first real paranormal. Fans will enjoy the supernatural murder investigation as GHOULS JUST HAUNT TO HAVE FUN lives up to its title.
Gil, M.J. and Steve find themselves in a Haunted Hotel with too many ghosts and not enough busters. Giley hooks M.J. on the show called Haunted Possessions much to her dismay. And she meets Heath who seems to be the only other genuine article. The two of them end up ghost busting the hotel and earning money for their troubles. Between possessed mirrors, and a mysterious knife that has a killer mind of it's own. It's up to M.J. and Heath to tackle the situation.What a great book full of humor, scariness and things that definitely go bump in the night. I couldn't put this book down, I was addicted to seeing the story through and I was thoroughly impressed with the story. I would recommend this to anyone who loves books about ghosts.
I picked this book up from the library yesterday afternoon, and finished it off last night. It was so good! It was a perfect spooky and rainy night for reading this ghoulish tale and it was deliciously creepy!This series of books is about a medium named M.J. and her entourage (her best gay friend Gilley and sexy boyfriend Steven) as they ghost bust around the country. This is the third book in the series and I am still just as hooded as I was the first time around!I love the friendship between the dramatic Gilley and M.J.! He adds a little comic relief to the serious jobs that they are performing. Also, M.J.'s love interest, Steven, adds a little heat to the situation!The action and adventure kept me guessing, while the entrance of a possessed artifact had me seriously creeped out! It is just the right amount of murder, mystery and paranormal all rolled up into one.I think the only part of the book that had me disappointed was the lack of interaction between M.J. and boyfriend Steven. M.J. was just so busy with other stuff, and then towards the end of the book, Steven was not even in the picture. There was a new character, Heath, that was introduced though, and I hope to see more of him. It makes me wonder if maybe M.J.'s eyes will begin to roam in his direction in the future? We shall see!If you haven't had the pleasure of reading a book this author, then you are seriously missing out! I definitely recommend this book as well as the others in this series! 5 STARS of pure pleasure.
Victoria Laurie has done it once again with her ghost hunter series. The main character, M.J. Holliday, gets to do a television show regarding haunted possessions and gets more than she bargained for. Laurie's books are always a wonderful blend of mystery, comedy, with a little romance thrown it. You won't guess what is coming next. There are times when you'll laugh out loud and other times when you'll nearly jump out of your seat. Spooky and fun, Victoria Laurie entertains once again.
I can't believe I almost gave up on this series after the first book! The second was substantially better and this third installment, "Ghouls Just Haunt to Have Fun" raises the bar yet another notch. M.J. and her partner and best friend Gilley pack up their bags and Dr Steven Sable and off they go to appear on an episode of the reality t.v. show about haunted possessions. The hotel they are staying in during the taping has its fair share of mostly mild mannered ghosts but what the didn't expect to run into was a newer, evil spirit. This spirit takes over people's bodies and cause harm to people in the hotel. Within the first couple days in the hotel, there are already two very real dead bodies. The biggest positive of this tale is probaly the many ghostly spirits M.J., Gilley, and their new co-star, Heath, (who is also a real psychic) have to deal with. These are always the most entertaining scenes in the stories. Also, the action here is non-stop. There was literally no down town which made this book a serious page turner. There is also a comical (yet touching) scene toward the beginning of the story about M.J. and Heath meeting up with two fake psychics. M.J. also comes across as a lovely person. The villians weren't easy to guess and there were several good red herrings. I really liked three new characters, including Heath. My complaints are fairly few...I would have liked to see more of M.J.'s parrot, who got left behind on this adventrure. My biggest complaint is still M.J.'s boyfriend Steven Sable. He rubs me the wrong way. I don't like his problems with the English language and I don't think its cute when he gets word meanings wrong. I also don't feel like he has enough character to be a worthy mate for M.J. I was grateful when he went home halfway through the book. I think the idea of the gay best friend is becoming a cliche, but I must say I like how Laurie works it and I think Gil is a great guy. There can not be too much Gil, but Laurie is welcome to go light on Dr. Steven! Overall I am extremely satisfied with this book and I hope the next installment hits the shelves soon.
Another fast, interesting read in the Ghost Hunter series. MJ and her pals find themselves in a heap of trouble while filming a cable tv show on haunted possessions.big surprise there! Love the character of Heath and imagine he will be a mainstay in the next few books at least. MJ's boyfriend, Steven, seems to be on the way out though, which is too bad as their relationship was proving to be interesting.
I've grown to really love M.J. and the crew. These books are a must read!
What can I say, I loved this book. I admit Gilly gets on my nerves and when he duped MJ into a haunted possession show, I probably would have thrown him out on his ear. That being said he grew on me toward the end. This book is action packed from the day they arrive at the hotel it doesn't stop. We get murder, a ghost, more ghosts, and a demon, plenty to keep things going. I love MJ with her strong attitude but with the human parts that get scared like everybody else. I liked Det. MacDonald, skeptical but he did keep an open mind and listened instead of jumping to conclusions, I wish that he could stay in this series. The mystery was good and kept me guessing until the end with plenty of twists. I will definitely continue on with this series.
What kind of blurb is that??!! It just doesn't say much does it.....well let me tell you! M.J. is roped into taking a job in San Francisco where she will be doing readings on items that people think are haunted or possessed. The kicker is she will be filmed with an audience and working with three other psychics. The one thing I didn't mention is how Gilley, M.J.'s best friend, signed her up for it without asking her first!! After a lot of yelling and arm twisting, M.J. finally comes to terms with having to do this job, even though she has never heard of any of these "psychics" that the show has procured. So, we are off to a great start, right? LOL! Poor M.J. Man, was she pissed at Gilley, and so was I!! Gosh, Gilley even talked to Steven, aka Dr. Delicious, about it first, wth? To dig the hole even deeper, the show's producer, Gopher, has arranged for the filming to take place at one of the most haunted hotels in America, The Duke, as well as being their accomodations, bahahaha.........ooooh, Gilley is dead meat! When the trio arrives at the Duke, M.J. is already slapped in the face with her first ghost bust/crossover job. The woman can't even check in without being bombarded! This is how she is introduced to Detective Ayden MacDonald. He turns out to be very open minded about M.J. abilities, and a crucial asset in the end. After Gilley and Steven get them all checked in, M.J. is off to a Meet 'n Greet with the show's producer and other psychics that will be on the show. The intros to the others were not good, as she meets Angelica DeMarche, Bernard Higgins and Heath Whitefeather. They are discussing the woman M.J. encountered when arriving at the hotel and how she came to her untimely death. M.J. knew right off the bat that Angelica and Bernard were phonies. Heath seemed to be the only true psychic amongst them, along with M.J., and she was hoping to not get paired with the other two during filming. The story takes on a whole new life when a dagger appears on the table during filming with no one to claim it. The whole atmosphere turns sour, and the true ghost busting begins! Let me just say how utterly upset I was with Gilley! He basically forced M.J.'s hand to take this job, and she was really against it! Then for him to NOT get it when she tried to explain to him how bad this could end up for her and their business! I was just screaming in my head, DENSE MUCH? Why aren't you understanding her!! This feeling of angst between them went on for most of the book, pretty much every time something horrible happened. Gilley was totally at fault, and he did not deserve any slack about it! I truly hope that he learned his lesson and doesn't pull this stunt again in future books, or he will permanently stay on my black list! Then, there is poor Steven. He only wants to help the business, but he's also torn with wanting M.J. to be safe, so he does see both sides, and right when things get dangerous, he has to go back to Boston for a lecture he is scheduled for. This little trip was only supposed to be over a weekend and turned into a week-long nightmare. Heath and M.J. team up with Gil and Gopher to ghost bust the whole damn hotel and to face the most dangerous entity any of them has ever encountered! The in-depth story behind it all was such jaw-dropping genius that I never saw things coming, and it had me on edge until the end! M.J. always has something new and scary she discovers, and that it is what keeps me going with this series. Not once in the four books that I've read so far have I felt, oh, we been there, done that! This book opens up a whole new chapter for M.J., and I can't wait to get started with her on the next one :)
These books are amazing great reads!!!!!
12/16/12 My, I'm loving this series.
We read this book in two days. We just couldnt put it down was a little dissapointed that steven and doc werent in alot of it but other then that it was a great read full of anticipation on what was going to happen next
The third novel in Victoria Laurie's Ghost Hunter series is another good one, although, not as good as the first two. I thoroughly enjoyed the haunted hotel aspect of this novel and the demon enemy that M.J. and her gang had to fight will remain one of my favorites. Although I'm not a huge fan of the new Ghoul Getters plot introduced at the end I think that it will make for some interesting plotlines in the future. The one part of this novel that for me makes it only four stars is the removal of Steven aka Dr. Delicious. Thankfully, the always entertaining Gilley Gillespie is there to make things better.
I am a HUGE fan of Victoria Laurie! I read her other series on a whim recently and enjoyed them so much I had to get this one too! Her characters are so much fun and make for a very enjoyable read. The plots are very thought out, but fun and funny at the same time. They are easy reads that are truely fantastic. Thank you for these books Victoria and I hope you continue to write more!!