The plot of the story wasn't actually that bad. In fact, it could have been quite eerily compelling. However, Jaime's lack of real power was a major hindrance. Having read "The Summoning" by John Grisham before "No Humans Involved" by Kelley Armstrong, I had the advantage of being introduced to an incredibly powerful, albeit very young, necromancer. Jaime's power seems like a mere parlor trick in comparison.
Furthermore, there were far too many unnecessary details about Jaime's photo shoot that served no real purpose except to remind readers that the star of this book was Jaime Vegas, not Eve or Hope who helped her throughout much of the story. More often than not, Jaime was only there to talk about her figure, her slutty clothes, and her flirting skills with her co-stars. Oh, and to put on a one-man show to try to entice Jeremy into something. Since when does Jaime have this kind of bravado? She could hardly talk to Jeremy without blushing, and now suddenly she's doing this for his viewing pleasure? Come on.
I wish I could say that despite Jaime's lack of appeal, Jeremy more than made up for it, as I was hoping he would. But he didn't. In fact, I couldn't find the Jeremy I know and love anywhere in this book. He too behaved completely out of character, and I just couldn't understand why he came to see Jaime in the first place, or why she even invited him. The book never mentions the motivations behind either of their actions.
I'm incredibly disappointed in Armstrong for this one. It read like a clichéd story of a damsel in distress who turns into a saucy witch, which is exactly the kind of thing I go out of my way to avoid. I think I will stick to the Pack and Chloe Sanders from now on.