My next book is called The Friendship Pact. I've been working on it for the last few months, although the idea behind it has been playing...

“Frankie’s like those little cars at the circus. You keep thinking there can’t be anything more, but clowns just keep pouring out ..."

The ghosts were throwing a party. They hadn’t invited me to their shindig, but I was there.

The sun was hot on the top of her blonde head, and she wanted to hear the rush of Crabtree Falls so much it nearly made her skin itch.