Dead Girl Dancing — Linda Joy Singleton

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!