Archive for October, 2013

A ghost who doesn’t want to be a ghost.

A girl who wants to forget her ex-boyfriend with the lying lips.
 
A one-hundred-year-old neighbor who talks in riddles.
 
A handsome sax player who changes everything.
Listen to the Ghost

Listen to the Ghost

My name’s Jade Dalton. When my brother, David, and I agreed to housesit for our grandparents while they toured Europe, I had no idea how spooky the summer would be. Yep. Their house is haunted. I never believed in ghosts until I met Phoebe. She … Well, you can read the book to see all the trouble Phoebe gets herself and me into. You won’t believe it. To my surprise and delight, LISTEN TO THE GHOST also won a sweet award. Here it is. Cool, huh?

2003dreamrealmawardsfinalist

Will add purchase links later.

What people are saying:

“This was a roller coaster of a story and I enjoyed every minute.  I liked the relationship between Jade and her big brother.  During the course of the story they end the relationship they had as children and start a mature adult sibling relationship.  There isn’t any blood or guts but the haunting can be quite scary when we don’t know about Phoebe.  Kurt is very scary, as well, realistically so.  There is also a good romantic twist which is fun.  So this Halloween or at anytime, do yourself a favor and read LISTEN TO THE GHOST!” Reviewed by:  Marta Morrison for TeensReadToo

“I was in the mood for a good ghost story, and I found one. Listen to the Ghost is a ghost story with some interesting “human” twists. There’s a stalking ex-boyfriend that you want to smack for being obnoxious. There’s an interesting and handsome musician who joins the house sitting group during the ghostly excitement. Then there’s  a brother and sister who learn how to deal with each other in different ways than they did as children. This is a nice theme and one that added to the texture of the book.” C. Lee McKenzie, author of The Princess of Las Pulgas and other stories for teens.

Hi. I’m Jennifer Barret. I live in Texas with my father and my precious dog Chopin. Yeah, there’s a story there. Anyway, I’ll be telling you more about myself and family later. For now here’s a scene from the story:

“When Jen was directly opposite the campsite, she heard a strange sound. Pausing, she glanced across the water and could just make out the figure of a young man, sitting by the fire, playing a guitar and singing. He had a nice voice, and she listened for a minute. So far, he hadn’t noticed her. She looked longingly at the fire, but she had to go. She caught Chopin by the collar to guide him past the firelight, and the were almost in the clear, when the dog gave them away. He lifted his nose and sniffed. He barked, pulled free from Jen’s grasp, and scampered across the creek, heading straight for the camp.

“Chopin!” she cried. “Come back here.”

The dog scrambled up the bank.

And the young man with the guitar looked up.

Secrets I Have Kept

Secrets I Have Kept