A Little Bit Haunted
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My best friend moved away at the end of the school year. Now my family has moved into a house that looks a thousand years old and could pass for the Addams Family's summer home. I'm pretty sure it's haunted, and I'm about to be the star of my own paranormal reality show whether I like it or not. But the worst part is that Walker Dean is my new next door neighbor.
Walker Dean tears through girls' hearts like a tornado through a trailer park. Sure, he's one of the hottest guys in school, but he's also a player who lives for hookups and doesn't know the meaning of the word relationship. A girl would have to be crazy to even think about getting mixed up with him.
Wouldn't she?
high school, teen, ya, young adult, clean, sweet, romance, series, coming of age, summer, beach, first love, good boy, bad girl, first kiss
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I’m a native Texan, and I live in south Texas where I spend as much time as I can at the beach. I’m a recent college grad (journalism with creative writing), and I live with my two rescue kitties in a little apartment just across the street from the beach. When I’m not working or at the beach, I’m usually staying up way too late drinking way too much coffee while scribbling away on my current masterpiece-in-progress.
Did I mention that I like the beach? :-)
I’m a firm believer in True Love. I grew up reading romance and fell in love with falling in love. That’s probably why I decided I wanted to write my own stories. I had filled up a big stack of those giant spiral notebooks before I graduated from high school, and worked my way through several more while I was in college. After I got my degree, I decided that if I was going to do all of this writing I really ought to try publishing some of it. Since I’ve got all of the patience of a fruit fly with ADHD, I decided to self publish instead of spending who knows how long trying to find an agent and mailing manuscripts back and forth. We’ll see how it works out.
You can stalk me on my blog at https://melodysummers.
