Tall, Dark and Haunted

I always thought I was unlucky. Now, I’m dead. 

Not dead-dead. Ghost-dead. And NAKED. Very, very naked. Quick word of advice: Don't shift and die. Unless you want the whole world to see your hoo-ha.

My afterlife takes me to a haunted castle and my three fated mates. They’re handsome ghosts... beneath their top hats, sideburns, and nineteenth century mustaches, that is.

When an errant spell drops us in a paranormal town, we get our bodies back. But if we don’t find a way to keep them by sunrise, we’ll be doomed to an eternity as ghosts: floating around, unable to touch, kiss, or worse, do the dirty.