You're So Dead to Me (Grimdale Graveyard Mysteries, #1)

by Steffanie Holmes

Yep, I was a teenage goth. You try growing up in a creepy manor next to a graveyard with the ability to see dead people and not get attracted to heavy metal and emo boys with eyeliner. It’s impossible.

“It is a great idea.” I beat my fist against my chest. Of course it’s a great idea. I thought of it. “This is what humans do when they love each other. I see it all the time on The Bachelor.”

as I watch Alice lead a whole Indy of archaeologists (that’s the correct collective noun for a group of archaeologists – fight me) down the woodland path to the gravesite.