Few things irk me more than a romance cock-blocked by the would-be lovers’ uncommunicative ignorance. Too often, I’m screaming, “Stop with the inward monologues and talk to each other already!” None of that here. What a fresh breath of sultry air. These lovers are thwarted by on-the-road band life, ghouls, ancient curses, and murderous professors. Backed by a love of many lifetimes, they work together, wearing their hearts on their sleeves, to fight the odds. I wanted nothing more to see the two of them make it, and gripped my Kindle through one of the most compelling and terrifying climaxes I’ve read in awhile. Sweet mother, Glover knows how to envelope all five senses with ghostly horrors. Sleep well, Chamberlains.