DNF at 30% Insta-insta-insta-love, stupid as hell Mary-Sue and a ghost-pervert. I don`t really care about the plot, because every page made me raise my brows so high that I started to worry it`ll leave permanent wrinkles. I get that the MC`s deaf, and the ghost was the only, ahem, person she could hear, but come fucking on. The fist time she met him she was naked in a bath tube. What would be your reaction if you saw a ghost? Don`t know about you, but the only thing she was curious about was whether he liked her tits!!!!!! She thinks about it a lot and then even asks him (they were talking to each other for about three minutes): «What kind of scheme are you running? Summoning men to your bath and teasing them with visions of milky skin and perfect breasts. Purposely leading them on a nightmare journey into madness.” A forbidden delight stirred in my chest. “You think my breasts are perfect?» And after explaining to him that he is a ghost (he didn`t realise it), the man basically threatened to rape her in order to prove that he is pretty much real: «Why are you holding that blasted plant? Put it down.” A dare laced his words. “Put it down and I’ll give you something worth stealing. First, we start with a kiss. Then I’ll show you how real the rest of my body is.” My mouth drained of moisture. I never realized a threat could double as an enticement. Before I could react, he reached for my wrist. His hand dispersed like a rush of dandelion seeds then reappeared. It felt as if the wind had ruffled my skin. He cried out and my legs jerked in reaction, toppling the pot from my lap. Dirt hiccupped onto my bare feet as my guest vanished.» Hooray, he vanished, now you are safe from this bastard! But that would be a reaction of any sane person who met a ghost and was almost "defiled" by him, as he put it sometime later. Since our MC`s definately not the brightest crayon in the box, she immediatelly summons him back. I guess it`s a question who would have raped who in the end. All in all, this was like a cheap start of a porn with a pizza guy, and I don`t have it in me to continue to read this.

3.75/5 stars rounded up to 4/5 stars. points off for slowness and a simple plot. points given because i'm mildly intrigued by the series. to view my edits inspired by this book, click here

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