Best. Dust Bunny. Ever. Had to say that first.
(Note: previous book in the series is Silver Master, though this is not a direct sequel.)
In the plot of this one, tabloid reporter Sierra McIntyre is investigating Guild business. She's made friends with a bunch of ex-ghost-hunters (who can use/defuse psychic energy bombs lying around, basically), including some who have become addicts to a substance called "juice." Now some of the guys are disappearing, and she's scheduled an interview with the new Guild boss, John Fontana, to find out why.
He proposes marriage.
Huh? But I just met you!
True, but he's got his reasons when it comes to protection- both himself from Guild challenge, and her from the bad guys she seems to be stirring up. And it'd only be a Marriage of Convenience anyway (i.e. easily dissolved/not permanent). So why not? By the end of the day the two are married and on the trail.
The good of this novel: Sierra's dust bunny Elvis. FUNNIEST BUNNY EVER. Elvis has sunglasses and a cape (and Hawaiian shirt and lei) that he runs around in. He eats peanut butter and banana sandwiches. He has a miniature guitar and dressing room. He's called The King. He floats around in a balloon boat. He leaves the building. He saves the day. Elvis is AWESOME and the best part.
The okay of the novel: The mystery is pretty involving (albeit it skips around a bit at the end).
The decidedly "meh": The romance is virtually nil. It's a very literal "oh, we psychically hit it off, let's get hitched, it's wuv" relationship. Some books can pull off a romance between the "we don't know each other and now we're married" folks, but this is slapdash at best. It is presented as a fait accompli, without build or interest. I cared the least about the bride and groom's relationship, period.
Three and a half stars (the half is for Elvis).