Dead Girl Dancing

I can't believe I'm in the wrong body-again! Apparently, this freaky phenomenon of stepping into someone's life-and their body-has a name: Temp Lifer. And when my dead grandmother heaped on the praise for a job well done last time, I sort of let it happen again. (Grrr... thanks, Grammy.) So now I'm hungover and gazing in the mirror at . . . my boyfriend's older sister, who is getting ready to go wild on spring break-while being pursued by a psycho stalker and a Dark Lifer. Help!