The Ghost Exterminator: A Love Story

A Karmic Consultants Novel (#2)
Publication Date: eBook - October 27th, 2009; Print - Nov. 2010
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Ghost ExterminatorRebel meets by-the-book businessman. Love doesn’t stand a ghost of a chance.

Jo Banks has been seeing ghosts since she was six, so normal was never really an option. Embracing the weird and shunning normalcy makes her the top Ghost Exterminator in her region. Then she meets Wyatt Haines, the uptight, materialistic and irritatingly sexy owner of a successful resort chain.

Wyatt’s new Victorian inn is extremely haunted and the Commando Barbie Ghost Exterminator is just the girl for the job. Except Wyatt doesn’t believe in ghosts, or Jo, or anything outside the norm. He’ll have to start believing fast, though, because Jo’s extermination goes awry and accidentally throws two prankster ghosts into Wyatt’s body to haunt him.

Every time he falls asleep, the mischievous ghosts take over, turning his perfectly ordered life into chaos. His waking hours are no less chaotic, with his thoughts possessed by Jo’s quirky appeal and Playmate physique.

Unfortunately, Jo’s ghost-exing mojo is on the fritz just when she needs it the most to unhaunt Wyatt and figure out why his inn is swarming with ghosts. Preferably before his spirit is permanently separated from his mouth-watering body.

And before her heart is permanently attached to the most sexy, frustrating, normal man she’s ever met.

Warning: This book contains prankster ghosts, PG bondage, and a not-so-PG trip to the mile-high club.

Genre: Paranormal Romance :: Heat Level: Medium-Hot :: Length: Novel :: List Price: $5.50


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"The characters in this book are beyond charming — not only is the romance hot and heavy, but the alternate storyline of trying to fit into a world that simply doesn’t believe in the “unbelievable” is extremely touching." -4.5 Stars, Romantic Times BookReviews.  Full Review

"This story is as full of surprises as the mischievous ghosts that hijack Wyatt’s orderly world and Ms. Andrews packs in the plot twists with an unflagging wit. [...] This story brings one inventive revelation after another. The Ghost Exterminator is a real original and a definite Recommended Read." -Recommended Read, Best of 2010, Joyfully Reviewed.  Full Review

"This book is a winner where I am concerned, and I love every word and every page of it." -Mrs. Giggles rates The Ghost Exterminator a 94.  Full Review

"The story is filled with intriguing primary and secondary characters, nice descriptions, realistic details, and fun, snappy dialogue." -4.5 Nymphs, Literary Nymphs Reviews.  Full Review

"If you love impossible match-ups and humorous situations, you will enjoy this whole series." -5 Angels, Fallen Angels Reviews.  Full Review

"If you want a book that will keep you giggling and panting at the same time, with a marvelous happy ever after, this one is definitely for you." -5 Stars, Long & Short Reviews.  Full Review

"Funny, sexy and all over a good read for a long afternoon on the couch. I know you'll enjoy the play of words and bodies as much as I did!" -ParaNormal Romance Reviews.  Full Review

"All in all the whole book was just wonderful. I think you should not miss this humorous, creative, romantic novel." -5 Hearts, The Romance Studio.  Full Review



The Ghost Exterminator: A Love Story Copyright © 2009 Vivi Andrews All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

“I’m Jo Banks. Karmic Consultants.”

Jo watched, perversely fascinated, as Wyatt Haines flinched and his perma-frown deepened. He was frowning in the general direction of her cleavage, but since The Girls had always gotten more attention than she did, she didn’t take it personally.

“I was expecting a man,” he blurted out, sweat breaking out across his brow.


“Joe. That’s short for something?”

A real rocket scientist, this one. “Yep.”

He waited for a beat, then seemed to realize that she wasn’t going to supply a nice girly name for him to use instead and cleared his throat. He tore his eyes off The Girls and raked her with the single most disapproving glance she had received from a man since puberty. Landing at her feet, his eyes locked on her goodie bag where she’d dropped it. He cleared his throat again, his lip curling as if he expected spray paint and toilet paper to leap out of the bag and begin trashing his perfect little Victorian mansion.

Not that it was perfect. That house had some serious issues.

Jo levered herself off the fencepost and bent to grab her goodie bag. Straightening, she flipped the bag onto her shoulder, ignoring the way Haines’s mouth fell open and his eyes glazed at the glimpse down the front of her shirt. She took a step up the gravel walk and Haines suddenly snapped out of his cleavage-induced haze. He planted himself between her and the house.

He frowned and cleared his throat.

That stick shoved up his ass must be tickling his tonsils. Poor baby.

“This’ll go a lot faster if I have access to the house,” Jo said dryly, hoping Haines would take the hint and get out of her way.

He didn’t. She couldn’t say she was surprised.

Wyatt Haines, with his Armani everything, three-hundred dollar haircut, and designer disdain, continued to stand in the middle of the path, every muscle in his (admittedly gorgeous) body clenched in defense of his financial assets. Jo was tempted—just for a moment—to football tackle him and see which one of them came out on top. She might even let him be on top. A delicious little shiver wriggled down her spine. Down, girl.

He may be a stuck-up prick and a soulless businessman, but Jo was woman enough to admit that he was a seriously dishy stuck-up prick. Objectively speaking. Every black hair neatly in place. No trace of a shadow on his face, even though it was well past five-o-clock. And eyes that were so freaking blue, she could see their color in just the light of the one streetlamp that shone over her shoulder. He practically radiated anal-asshole vibes, but he was also putting off some serious pheromones. Luckily, Jo was immune to studly businessman pheromones. Well, mostly immune.

She reined in her libido and arched one brow at him, going for aloof and supercilious. Haines didn’t appear to notice her impressive superciliousness. He was too busy frowning.

“I was under the impression Karmic Consultants was a reputable firm,” he said, clipping off the words, abrupt and precise.

Jo ignored the insult and gave him a nice lazy smile with lots of teeth. “Depends what you mean by reputable, I guess.”

Haines’s frown went up a notch or two on the Richter scale. “I require a certain level of professionalism.”

It was all Jo could do not to roll her eyes. He’d probably expected her to show up in a powder blue suit and heels, looking like a realtor and genuflecting at his feet. Even if she had been the powder blue suit type—not in this lifetime—she still wouldn’t have been stupid enough to crawl around a hundred-plus-year-old house in the middle of the night in heels.

Jo upped the wattage on her smile. “What? Don’t I look professional to you?”

Haines’s eyes dropped to her boots, surveying the landscape along the way. He winced.

Prompted by some devilish impulse, Jo slapped on her most innocent expression and offered, “I know some of the consultants work in the nude. If you’d be more comfortable…”


Jo smothered her grin at his obvious discomfort and focused on looking harmless. It wasn’t something she’d had a lot of practice with, and judging by Haines’s expression, her skill had suffered through lack of practice.

He was frowning again. But only about a 2.2 on the Pissed-Off-CEO Richter scale. Certainly not enough to make her quake.

He waved a hand toward her goodie bag. “What are you going to do with that?”

Jo patted her pack and smiled reassuringly. “I’m going to make all of your troubles go away, buddy.”

The frown went up to a 3.4. “You don’t have explosives in there, do you?”

Jo snorted out a laugh. It was even funnier because he was serious. “That’s not how this works, pal.”

“How exactly does this work?”

At last, a question she was used to. “You wait out here. I go in there. I do my mojo. Your house is all better.” Jo made a dusting off gesture with her hands. “Poof.”

Haines shook his head, looking impressively grim. “I can’t let you go in there alone.”

Jo sighed. She’d heard that before—though usually it was from big, strong men who wanted to protect her from the Big Bad rather than some stuck-up businessman who thought she was going to vandalize his property if left unsupervised. “Don’t worry, buddy. I’m a pro.”

He snuck a glance over his shoulder at the house. “That house is possessed.”

Jo peered past him and let her eyes fall on the big Victorian mansion. Even before she drew on her second sight, she could see there was some serious shit going down in that old house. It gave off a dim greenish glow and seemed to be slowly expanding and contracting. Breathing. It definitely appeared to be breathing. Well, that’s new.

She unfocused her eyes, looking without looking, and was nearly blinded by the luminescent energy pouring off the house. Damn, girl. She blinked away the vision, still seeing stars, and focused on the frowning businessman.

“Nope,” she said cheerfully. “Not possessed. Just really, really haunted.”


Other Karmic Consultants Books

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