Crazy Spooky Love
(Melody Bittersweet #1)
by Josie Silver

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A plucky medium, her fame-chasing ex, and an infuriatingly handsome skeptic reporter make for a complicated love triangle—and that’s before the ghosts get involved. From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of One Day in December comes the first novel in a ghost-hunting series full of romance and humor.

Ghosts and spirits are business as usual, but love just might be enough to scare Melody Bittersweet.

In the leafy, charming town of Chapelwick, the Bittersweet family has been a fixture on High Street for as long as anyone can remember. Their rambling black-and-white building houses all three generations of ghost-sensitive Bittersweet women and their business, Blithe Spirits.

On her twenty-seventh birthday, Melody Bittersweet converts the disused back storeroom into her office and opens her own business. Unlike the rest of her family, she’s not taking down messages from ghosts—she’s taking them out.

Right away, the freshly minted Girls’ Ghostbusting Agency takes on its first a grand old house that won’t sell because a trio of incumbent ghost brothers raise merry hell whenever prospective owners arrive to view it.

It soon becomes clear that there’s a whole heap of unfinished business between the Scarborough brothers—including murder—and Melody isn’t the only one trying to unravel the mystery. Leo Dark, her rakish ex and business rival, is also on the case, along with the TV crew that trails him.

To make matters worse, the sarcastic and skeptical (and annoyingly good-looking) local reporter Fletcher Gunn has his nose in the story as well. Sniffing out a way to publicly discredit the Bittersweets is his favorite assignment—and has absolutely nothing to do with his inability to resist Melody.

With her business on the line, it’s up to Melody to work out the brothers’ issues, but can she protect her own very susceptible heart from Fletcher’s charm? Does she even want to?

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Favorite Quotes:

She’s whippet-thin and eats like a bird, preferring to save her calories for the champagne she’s rarely seen without. When she dies, if she ever dies, “it’s always five o’clock somewhere” will be engraved on her tombstone.

I grab the tin of Nonna’s limoncello babas and lift the lid, inhaling the smell so deeply it’s a wonder the buns don’t levitate.

I’ve decided this is the perfect staff-bonding exercise for Artie and Marina, a getting-to-know-you over a can of turpentine instead of a bottle of vodka, because he barely drinks and she could leave a sailor for dead in a drinking competition.

“A peace offering?” I say, peeling back the layers of tissue to reveal a little silver horseshoe. “Or have you come to tell me that you’ve given up ghost-hunting in favor of being a farrier for really tiny ponies?”

I’m not the religious kind, unless there happens to be a Goddess of Sweet Things, because if there is I’ll fall down on my knees and swear allegiance right now. I’d happily swallow a holy sugar lump and beg for divine assistance.

I think I’ve just stepped closer to him. I look down at my feet in alarm and issue them a direct order: Fall back, you fools! Fall back!

My Review:

This was good fun and a total delight to read, so much so that the next book is already locked and loaded on my precious Kindle and ready for immediate perusal. I enjoyed it so much, I was loath to put my Kindle down and hissed at any interruption to my reading.

While I rarely watch or read anything in the paranormal genre, I couldn’t resist since it’s Josie Silver. I adore this wily wordsmith’s clever wit and emotive scribblings. I frequently smirked and chortled as I zipped through this lively and amusing tale featuring a superhero-loving and sugar-fueled ghosthunter who consults a Magic 8 Ball for guidance.

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JOSIE SILVER is an unashamed romantic who met her husband when she stepped on his foot on his twenty-first birthday. She lives with him, her two young sons, and their cats in a little town in England called Wolverhampton.