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Teenage Psychic on Campus by Pamela Woods-Jackson

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  • Caryn Alderson may be a psychic medium, but she can't predict her own life. She’s totally blindsided when she discovers her boyfriend has cheated on her. Her best friend Annabeth attempts to jump-start Caryn’s stalled love life by introducing her to Gary Riddell, a fellow college freshman who can talk to ghosts.

    To paranormal groupie Annabeth, their abilities make them the perfect match. Unfortunately, Gary’s acting career and Caryn’s love of journalism clash when Caryn writes a hatchet piece about Gary's acting abilities, and then publishes it in the campus newspaper. Dating is definitely out!

    Then the two of them are asked to help the campus Ghost Stalkers club investigate a haunting at a local farmhouse. Caryn and Gary must combine their offsetting paranormal skills to locate more than just ghosts.

    Rating: Sweet
    Page Count: 306
    Word Count: 78920
    978-1-5092-1435-8 Paperback
    978-1-5092-1436-5 Digital

    Excerpt

    “Come on, Caryn,” Sean said. “I’ll introduce you.”

    “Uh…” I started a silent prayer to the Universe to somehow be excused from a very obvious fix-up, but before I could finish the thought, Sean had his hand on my back, steering me toward the gazebo. Annabeth was right behind me, so there was no hope of escape.

    “The guy’s harmless,” my uncle whispered in my ear.

    “Now you show up,” I muttered.

    “What did you say?” Annabeth asked.

    I just shook my head and allowed Sean to lead me through the adoring fans over to Gary. He was smiling and chatting with an attractive thirty-something woman and some of his cast mates, and being that close, I noticed he was dripping with sweat. I guess it was to be expected since it was over eighty degrees out here and he’d been in full body makeup under spotlights. Still, not a good look.

    “Hey, dude.” Sean reached out and shook Gary’s sweaty and probably slippery hand. “Excellent!”

    “Thanks,” Gary said. He even blushed, or at least it looked like he did. Maybe it was just the heat.

    “Yeah, Gary,” Annabeth said. “You were awesome.”

    I noticed she didn’t try to shake his hand or hug him, or even get too close. Couldn’t blame her.

    “Dude,” Sean said, planting me in front of him, “this is Annabeth’s friend Caryn Alderson. She’ll be starting at Hamilton Liberal Arts next fall with the rest of us.” Sean patted my shoulder. “Caryn, this is my soon-to-be roomie Gary Riddell.”

    “Nice to meet you.” Gary stuck out his sweaty palm.

    I cringed as I gave him a wimpy and very quick handshake. “Pleased to meet you,” I mumbled. I surreptitiously wiped my hand on my skirt and reminded myself to do laundry the minute I got home.

    The attractive older woman Gary had been talking to reached over and hugged Gary’s shoulders. Just as I was thinking how creepy it was for a woman her age to be so friendly with a guy in his teens, one of those mini-flicks went through my mind. I relaxed a little. “Is this your mom, Gary?”

    “Brenda Riddell,” she said as she turned to me with a smile that lit up her face.

    Despite Annabeth and Sean’s efforts, I wasn’t the least interested in Gary, but I liked his mother immediately.

    Gary ran his fingers through his dripping bangs. “Come on, Mom, I gotta hit the shower.”

    Brenda nodded but stopped to speak to some other adults as Gary playfully punched Sean in the arm. “Thanks for the ride, Sean. And for bringing”—he glanced at me with either disdain or indifference, I couldn’t tell which—“friends.” With that, he gave Sean the universal fist to ear signal for “call me” and turned to leave.

    But then he stopped mid-stride. I watched in amazement as Gary stared at a tree, then put his hands on his hips and spoke to…the tree? Huh?

    I grabbed Annabeth’s arm and pulled her back. “What’s that guy doing?”

    Annabeth followed my gaze and saw the same thing I did, but seemed a lot less concerned. She shrugged. “Rehearsing?”

    Rehearsing? After the play? That made no sense.

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