I'm going to have to be the voice of dissention. I wanted to like this book. I liked the other books by this author that were in the series (some more than others, but all of them were decent), but this book just didn't engage. The narrative didn't flow at all. The first hundred pages were a mishmash of scenes and characters who didn't act like real people act. For example, there is one bed in the house and instead of acting rationally about it, the author had the one character carry the other character around to all the rooms in the house to prove there was no better place to sleep. At something like 3 in the morning. I just couldn't get into it.
After the first hundred pages, things were starting to get better, but then the author unloads narrative like the following on us. "He rubbed her back, kissed her cheek, her brow, her lips. Tender, his kisses. A rise to passion. She'd forgotten their power, the power of his desire. Now he held nothing back. Suddenly, he acted free." The stilted sentences completely interrupted the flow of the narrative.
The main characters are fairly annoying as well--probably due to their strange nonsensical conversations. Yes, I realize it is the shtick of the triplets to wear naughty sayings on their clothing, but whew, that gets juvenile fast--especially when the main character is painting the sayings on her shirt in an attempt to entice the other character into bed. Which is the main flaw of the book. The two characters snipe and dance around each other because they are attracted and want sex. But instead of behaving rationally and discussing it, they get stupid, call each other names, and/or get abusive (the female character is always shoving the male character into bodies of water or walls. Not sexy.). The constant dancing around would work if there were any sense of sexual tension between the two, but there isn't. You know that they will get together, but you don't care if they do. At least I didn't. Throw in a mystery about a ghost (or two), an angel, and a "mysterious" cassock, and the story is one confusing mess that fails to engage in a timely manner. Things do become clearer as the book trudges on, but by that time, I didn't really care and wasn't emotionally invested. The sex scenes are, frankly, laughable. People mocked J-Lo for her "Turkey time, gobble, gobble" line and I'm sorry to say that this book contains lines of a similar quality. "The eagle has landed" and the girl laying down on the bed saying, "Climb on." Of course, the virgin gave his partner a hundred and thirty-one orgasms, so at least that part was realistic. Not. All right, it's a book about a psychic witch so realism isn't exactly on the menu, I just wish the author had tried a little harder and had been able to at least match the quality of her other books. The characters in those books were more sympathetic and the plots more interesting.
This book felt both rushed and dragging at the same time. The overall story drags and drags until suddenly stuff starts happening but then it drags again at the end. I don't know, I guess I just didn't like Destiny or Morgan. Their interactions with each other were the low points of the book--their interactions with other characters were much better. Reggie's son's genius was a bit overdone as was Morgan's mother's piety. She felt like a caricature rather than any kind of real person. I always felt the "ceremonial" scenes drag on, and the scene in this book wasn't an exception.
Two other nitpicks: the two main characters go at it like rabbits with nary a mention of protection. Because sex never has consequences. Second, the one character repeatedly mentions how he was going to get his sister a schnoodle (a Schnauzer + Poodle mix) for a present 18 years earlier. Sorry, but the "breed" didn't exist back then. Or if it did, it was called by the correct name: mutt. Small details maybe, but indicative of the whole. It didn't work for me. I can usually read a good book in about four hours--this one took three days. The series ended with a whimper rather than a bang.