Tori's trying to find Mr. Right. So far all she's found are Mr. Arrogant, Mr. Self-obsessed and Mr. Downright Scary. When her latest date ends in her dumping her drink in her date's crotch, a frustrated Tori takes matters into her own hands. One quick spell later and her very own Mr. Right is standing in her bedroom. So what if he's a Wraith, a magical construct. She doesn't care. He'll do the job far better than any of her buzzing friends. However, the ghostly hunk standing by her bed is hiding more than one secret: like the fact he's not a Wraith at all, but a sorcerer looking for a way back to the land of the living. Jacob needs an in, a chink in some mortal woman's armour. He needs to hear the words I love you. Trouble is he doesn't plan to lose his own heart along the way.