Jason Day, brilliant designer of video games, is not only a confirmed bachelor, but he’s as gay as a maypole. One wouldn’t think being saddled with his precocious four-year-old nephew for four weeks would be enough to throw him off-kilter.
Wrong. Timmy, Jason’s nephew, is a true handful.
But just when Timmy and Uncle Jason begin to bond, and Jason feels he’s getting a grip on this babysitting business once and for all, he’s thrown for a loop by a couple of visitors—one from Tucson, the other from beyond the grave.
I’m sorry. Say what?
Toss a murder, a hot young stud, an unexpected love affair, and a spooky-ass ghost with a weird sense of humor into Jason’s summer plans, and you’ve got the makings for one hell of a ride.
Summing this book up in a few sentences is difficult.
I spent my lunch laughing so hard I smeared my eye makeup and terrified the people sitting around me. I came home from work and read more, still laughing, totally engrossed in the story.
But to say that it’s funny would only cover a small part of it. It was an extraordinarily well-written ghost story/mystery. The characters were utterly delightful, especially Timmy. The chemistry (and sex scenes) between the main characters were steamy. And in parts, the book was utterly heart-breaking.
It’s rare to read a book that covers such a wide array of emotions so well, but this did it beautifully.
Read it. Now.
I’m going to find more John Inman books.