Losing Logan by Sherry D. Ficklin Releases May 6, 2014 from Clean Teen Publishing What if the one thing you never meant to hold on to, was the one thing you couldn’t let go of? Normally finding a hot guy in her bedroom wouldn’t irritate Zoe so badly, but finding her childhood friend Logan there is a big problem. Mostly because he’s dead. As the only person he can make contact with, he talks Zoe into helping him put together the pieces surrounding his mysterious death so he can move on. Thrust into his world of ultra popular rich kids, Zoe is out of her element and caught in the cross-hairs of Logan’s suspicious ex-girlfriend and the friends he left behind, each of whom had a reason to want him dead. The deeper they dig to find the truth, the closer Zoe gets to a killer who would do anything to protect his secrets. And that’s just the start of her problems because Zoe is falling for a dead guy.
“Who would want me dead?” he whispers. I raise my hand. He glances up and laughs…. “Why am I not surprised by that?” Lowering my arm I pick at my fingernails. “Well, you do irritate me.” “Yeah, but did I annoy you when I was alive?” I think about that for a second. “No, I suppose not. It’s hard to annoy someone who doesn’t even orbit the same planet as you. Or maybe you’re just annoying dead?” He smirks, “Well I never had any complaints while I was alive so, maybe. Then again, maybe you just bring out the best in me.” I pucker. That’s entirely possible. Lord knows Carlos has called me abrasive more than once. Changing the subject I stab a piece of chicken and hold it out to Logan. “Ok, experiment time.” He looks around the fork at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Lick it.” I say. “You lick it.” I sigh, “Seriously. If we are going to work with the whole ghost thing, I’d like to know the rules. I want to see if you can taste it.” “Why? Are you planning on having me lick things often?” I thrust the fork forward, “Just do it.” Reluctantly he leans forward and sticks out his tongue, making a licking sound like a dog. “Anything?” I ask hopefully. “Maybe just a little? But I might just be smelling it through my mouth.” “Huh.” I stare at the fork for a second, debating whether to eat it or put it back in the box. I mean, he didn’t get his germs on it or anything, did he? Do ghosts even have germs? Ghost cooties? He’s watching me with an amused expression. I shrug and take the bite, stuffing the empty fork back in the carton.
**To get the latest info on new releases and to enter our monthly giveaways join the Minion Army over athttp://sherryficklin.com/be-a-minion/ ** Sherry D. Ficklin is a full time writer from Colorado where she lives with her husband, four kids, two dogs, and a fluctuating number of chickens and house guests. A former military brat, she loves to travel and meet new people. She can often be found browsing her local bookstore with a large white hot chocolate in one hand and a towering stack of books in the other. That is, unless she’s on deadline at which time she, like the Loch Ness monster, is only seen in blurry photographs. Website: http://sherryficklin.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sherry.ficklin Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorSherry Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4153170.Sherry_D_Ficklin