Laurel King books

The Matchmaker's Medium

Jamal said, in his best pimp voice. “Shut up, Jamal. At least I finally told you about my first time.” I drained the last few drops from my coffee cup and glanced at the digital clock on my desk: 8:59 p.m. Quitting time. For a spirit guide, Jamal was pretty annoying. Sure, he was funny and smart,...