Do you believe in ghosts? Drifting little bits of white drapery disappearing around dark corners or odd sounds, even voices where they should be none? Or do you believe in a hunk of burning love type of ghost who assaults your senses and invades your dreams? Kelsie, the protagonist in Ghostly Ménage, doesn’t believe in ghosts in any form--until she visits her Aunt Maud’s house.

For years, old maid Maud has lived alone in an equally old house without complaint. Kelsie’s elderly aunt is convinced that a ghost inhabits her house. A male ghost. The very idea is ludicrous since Aunt Maud hasn’t let anything male into the house for the last forty years. Kelsie, being a kindhearted soul, decides to help. She decides to humor her suddenly eccentric aunt by staying over. She gets more than she ever expected.

Aunt Maud, a strait-laced church lady, is determined to rid herself of the sherry-nipping poltergeist. Unfortunately, nothing works. She worries about her niece Kelsie because the spirit seems to be affecting her, causing her to sleep naked, shameful, and indulge heavily in spirits, disgraceful. Her niece seems to be slipping away from her. The eagerness to retire at night, the lateness coming downstairs in the morning, and the constant goofy smile all add up to no good.

Kelsie manages to dream up a boy toy trio complete with a blonde Adonis, dark-eyed Latin lover, and a sensitive musician type. Arousing dreams have her moaning, groaning and longing for more. The real question is--is she dreaming? If she is, how can she keep dreaming? Or is it all the result of too much whiskey? Whatever the reason, Kelsie needs it to keep on coming. Hopefully, Aunt Maud’s planned exorcism won’t put an end to her bedtime visitors.

Ghostly Ménage does the impossible—it is totally different using two subjects that have been done to death (no pun intended): sex and the supernatural. What woman wouldn’t be gaga to have three gorgeous well-endowed males at her beck and call, especially when they insist on calling her "goddess?"

Ghostly Ménage is not perfect. It would be nice knowing a tad more background about Kelsie. There seems to be unexplained down times between drinking binges. Does Kelsie have a job and responsibilities? All the reader gets is that she loves Southern Comfort and sex—that covers most women who read erotica. Then there’s the aunt---too strait-laced and grim to believe that Kelsie would ever be fond of her—let alone visit.
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Ghostly Ménage has me looking at whiskey and the supernatural in a whole new way. In spite of the drawbacks, I found Ghostly Ménage to be a fun, sexy read that made me laugh aloud. It will make you laugh aloud, too.

Reviewed by Morgan Wyatt
© November 2006