Books with author MK Leighton

Every hell has its devil. And Carson is about to become intimately acquainted with hers. Seventeen-year-old wallflower Carson Porter has always dreamed of being something special, but what she gets isn’t exactly what she signed up for. Yeah, a girl’s supposed to change as she gets older, but this is ridiculous! Shiny skin, greener eyes and a run-in with the flesh-eating dead are just a few of the changes Carson has to adjust to, not to mention the arrival of the very hot and very dangerous Derek Hrolf. If all that wasn’t enough to turn her once hum-drum life into something unrecognizable, a twin sister that haunts her from the shadows and a wheeling, dealing collector of souls will definitely do the trick. The question is: what will her life become? And what will she become?

The entirely true story of how one small person with an overactive imagination can create a lifetime’s worth of drama – all in one morning. In order for Eric to find his cherished possession, he's going to have to think outside the box. Or will he? From The Smile -- ..... “Honey, why don’t you go blow your nose, you sound all stuffed up.” “Huh? My nose is fine.” “I can hear you sniffling,” Mom insisted. Lisa heard it too, between barks. She looked over and her little brother, Eric, was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and family room. Not quite six years old, Eric was small and slender, all big brown eyes and impossibly long eyelashes. With one hand he was tugging on his right ear. His other hand was holding up his pants. He wasn’t wearing a belt and without it he didn’t have a prayer of keeping his pants up. He was so skinny. Mom said it was because he had next to no tushie. The belt was probably still in the dryer after yesterday’s incident. Every so often Eric would forget that the toilet seat was a whole lot wider than he was. That meant that he had to brace himself with a hand on either side of the seat and basically suspend himself. Everything worked o.k. as long he didn’t forget this principle. Remembering to get a fistful of toilet paper ahead of time was also helpful. But being five years old and mostly concerned with keeping his Lego guys away from the dog (who seemed to think they were a delicacy) and trying to remember where he hid his sister’s favorite barrettes, well, that was just a lot to have to keep track of. On this particular visit he was working feverishly at the one handed swat-at-the-roll approach and wasn’t getting anywhere. It was time to use both hands. And then it happened. “MOM-M-M-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E!” the bloodcurdling screech exploded out of the bathroom. Mom and Tooley came at a flat run. She wrenched open the bathroom door as the dog cannoned into the back of her legs. For a moment all she could do was stand there and gape at the tiny boy. He looked back at her, mute and impossibly wide-eyed. On his face was an expression of mingled shock, disbelief and the beginnings of full blown terror. The only thing he had going for him was that his sister wasn’t there with a camcorder to preserve the spectacular moment forever- because Eric was ..... --