Author: Marilee Brothers
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Source: Author/Publisher via netgalley
Source: Author/Publisher via netgalley
Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy
Audience: 12 and up
Synopsis: Her
mom is still dating losers. Her boyfriend’s gone back to Mexico. Dad still
hasn’t told his wife and kids that she exists. At school, the drama queens and
bullies still rule. But worst of all for Allie Emerson (aka the Star Seeker of
an old Gypsy prophecy) is that her powers have taken a hike. She can’t read
minds anymore. She can’t move stuff just by looking at it. The other Star
Seekers are counting on her psychic gifts more than ever, and the evil Trimarks
are closing in, eager to snatch her magic moonstone necklace while she’s
helpless. The hot new guy at school is ready and willing to fight her battles,
but he comes with some wicked baggage.
Dear diary: I’m a little worried. My
new BF is a demon.
Welcome
again to Allie Emerson’s funny, scary, amazing, and always unpredictable life,
as the girl voted least likely to save the world from evil.
My mother and I were engaged in a squinty-eyed, visual smack down, neither of us willing to blink. I gripped the edge of the table and glared at her.
“Just because you’re bitter and spiteful doesn’t mean I have to be.”
My voice was shrill with anger. ”Besides, half of me came from my dad, whether you like it or not.”
Faye was sitting at the dinette in the twenty-four-foot travel trailer we called home. “”Brain Dead Roy,” an underwater welder and Faye’s current boyfriend sat between her and the wall, probably so she would wait on him.
“Yeah,” Faye said with a bitter smile. “And I’m seeing his half right now. The half that always has to be right, the half that won’t listen to reason, the half …”
I released my pent-up breath. It whistled through my teeth making a noise that sounded like, Phhhhtttuuuiii.
Faye popped u, danger signs flashing in her eyes. “What did you say?”
Apparently, she’d heard some kind of “f” word in that gibberish and, combined with the uh sound, it wasn’t looking good for me.
I raised my hands and backed away. “Nothing. No way. I wouldn’t say that to you. You heard wrong.”
“Hey, ladies. Take a chill pill.”
Roy said lame stuff like that all the time. He stood, stretched and gazed at us through heavy-lidded eyes, Roy’s version of a look so compelling, so sexy, we would stop fighting and focus on him. If I hadn’t been in the middle of a fight with my mother, I’d have busted out laughing.
Faye and I spoke in unison. “Shut up, Roy.”
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