Say it Haint So
BOOK 3 of The Ghost Handler Series Heather’s got a hunky new guy and a grumpy old ghost. First it was Jack, the hot teenage ghost. Now it’s Zac, an all-too-alive bad boy. Not to mention trouble with Drew, Audrey and the usual BFF dramas. The last thing Heather needs is a new haint on the scene, especially not the ghost of her cantankerous grandfather. Four weeks were all that was left of summer vacation, if you counted Thursday registration the first week of August, and I did. I had made some progress on the summer goal front 1) My older sister Audrey tolerated my existence more than at the beginning of summer, as long as her friends weren’t around and my geeky friend Xavier kept his distance. 2) Drew and I chatted. So at least I was on his radar. But he had a clingy girlfriend I wanted to unwrap from his frame. Then trouble arrived in a muscle car—our neighbors’ bad boy grandson Zac. Audrey called dibs on him, which was fine with me. Drew made no bones about disliking him, also fine with me. But for some reason I may never understand, Zac liked freaky me. So you know what that meant—my progress with my sister and the lifeguard of my dreams reached yet another stumbling block. My problems multiplied exponentially at the arrival of another visitor and his sweet pipe tobacco scent—my ghostly grandfather. Just what I needed—a crabby octogenarian haint to complicate everything. Although Georgia author Maureen Hardegree concedes to having all the usual baggage of a middle child, she is NOT a ghost handler. She does, however, believe in connecting with her inner teenager and in feeding her active imagination–it likes Italian food and chocolate. When she’s not writing, she’s working on costumes for the Northeast Atlanta Ballet . . . or doing the bidding of her husband, daughter, and cats Pixie and Turnip Ann. Visit her at maureenhardegree.com
