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Fifth Grave Past the Light (Charley Davidson Series #5)
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Fifth Grave Past the Light (Charley Davidson Series #5)

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by Darynda Jones

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Darynda Jones is back with Fifth Grave Past the Light, the fifth installment of the series that grows exponentially with each release—and now on The New York Times bestseller list!

Charley Davidson may not look like your everyday, run-of-the-mill grim reaper, but she has vowed to reap grimness wherever she goes despite this unfortunate


Darynda Jones is back with Fifth Grave Past the Light, the fifth installment of the series that grows exponentially with each release—and now on The New York Times bestseller list!

Charley Davidson may not look like your everyday, run-of-the-mill grim reaper, but she has vowed to reap grimness wherever she goes despite this unfortunate fact. Sadly, she gets sidetracked when the sexy, sultry son of Satan, Reyes Farrow, moves in next door. Since he is her main suspect in an arson case, she has vowed to stay away from him until she can find out the truth. But when dead women start appearing in her apartment, one after another, each lost, confused, and terrified beyond reason, Charley has no choice but to ask for his help, especially when it becomes apparent that her own sister Gemma is the serial killer’s next target. With Reyes’s ability to observe incorporeally, surely he can find out who’s responsible. Even if he can’t, arsonist or not, he is the one man alive who could protect Gemma no matter who or what came at her. But he wants something in return. Charley. All of her, body and soul. And to keep her sister safe, it is a price she is willing to pay.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Jones (Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet) continues dragging out the now-stale romance between PI grim reaper Charley Davidson and sexy Reyes Farrow, Son of Satan . Charley is avoiding an angry adulterer, who caught her investigating him, and the 27 dead blonde women filling her apartment. Naturally she ends up in Reyes's apartment next door, where he's living while working as a short order cook in her father's bar. Despite prophecy, the long-awaited culmination of their sexual passion does not particularly change the universe. Only Charley's best friend, Garrett Swopes, still seems interested in uncovering why Hell wants Charley, despite that supposedly being a central plot point. Though Jones's ghost-mediated murder mysteries are clever and her sex scenes are hot, the characters and jokes have worn out their welcome. If she keeps withholding the grand showdown, there's no reason for her readers to remain interested. (July 2013)
From the Publisher
"Smart, wickedly hilarious." —Publishers Weekly (starred) on Third Grave Dead Ahead

“Jones skillfully establishes the novel’s setting and keeps up the pace with plenty of action. And let’s be honest—the sex is pretty hot, too. Fans of Sherrilyn Kenyon and other authors of paranormal romance will love this series debut.”—Library Journal (starred) on First Grave on the Right

“Jones’s wickedly witty debut will delight.” —Booklist (starred) on First Grave on the Right

Kirkus Reviews
Charley Davidson, a grim reaper, navigates lost souls, serial killers, murderous husbands and the son of Satan as she solves crimes and ushers spirits into the light. It's not easy being someone who can see ghosts, especially as a grim reaper, who has the complicated task of helping spirits move into the next spiritual plane. Charley, the daughter and niece of cops, has taken on the additional earthly role of solving crimes as a private investigator and consultant to the Albuquerque police force, often with the secret help of spirit allies. So when more than a few mysteries crop up, both in the real world and the ghostly realm, she's one busy lady. Surrounded by a close circle of trusted friends on both sides of life, she is suddenly confronted with the possibility of a serial killer who's been under the radar for decades and may be after her sister. Meanwhile, she must scrutinize an open arson case that points to Reyes Farrow as the culprit, much as she doesn't want to face the possibility of his guilt. The guy is hotter than Hades, which makes sense, she guesses, since apparently that's where he comes from. And if all that isn't enough, she has to figure out who's trying to kill her, too. Fun times. Good thing she's perfected the art of gliding through life with a cheeky, wisecracking attitude while doing her best not to show any emotion, no matter how deeply she cares. The fifth installment of Jones' popular Charley Davidson series is jam-packed with unique supernatural elements, an assortment of fascinating characters and enough going on to keep readers guessing until the very end and beyond, since the last few chapters introduce new series elements that deepen the mystery of Charley and Reyes' bond. While the book stands on its own and is accessible without previous books, readers may want to start at the beginning of the series for the best experience. A clever, fast-paced, rollicking paranormal romantic suspense which will leave fans breathless and keep them coming back for more.
Library Journal
After winning a RITA Award for Best First Book for First Grave on the Right, Jones has led this series to New York Times bestsellerdom. Now, in the fifth book, grim reaper Charley Davidson must call on dazzling but big-trouble Reyes Farrow, the son of Satan himself, when victims of a serial killer swamp her apartment and her sister looks like the next victim. Of course there's payback.

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St. Martin's Press
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Charley Davidson Series , #5
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Ask me about life after death.
The dead guy at the end of the bar kept trying to buy me a drink. Which figured. No one else was even taking a second look and I’d dressed to the nines. Or, at the very least, the eight-and-a-halves. But the truly disturbing part of my evening was the fact that my mark, one Mr. Marvin Tidwell, blond real estate broker and suspected adulterer, actually turned down the drink I’d tried to buy him.
Turned it down!
I felt violated.
I sat at the bar, sipping a margarita, lamenting the sad turn my life had taken. Especially tonight. This case was not going as planned. Maybe I wasn’t Marv’s type. It happened. But I was oozing interest. And I wore makeup. And I had cleavage. Even with all that going for me, this investigation was firmly wedged between the cracks of no and where. At least I could tell my client, aka Mrs. Marvin Tidwell, that it would seem her husband was not cheating on her. Not randomly, anyway. The fact that he could’ve been meeting someone in particular kept me glued to my barstool.
“C-come here often?”
I looked over at the dead guy. He’d finally worked up the courage to approach and I got a better view. I figured him for the runt of the litter. He wore round-rimmed glasses and a tattered baseball cap that sat backwards on top of muddy brown hair. Add to that a faded blue T-shirt and loosely ripped jeans and he could’ve been a skater, a computer geek, or a backwoods moonshiner.
His cause of death was not immediately apparent. No stab wounds or gaping holes. No missing limbs or tire tracks across his face. He didn’t even look like a drug addict, so I couldn’t tell why he’d died at such a young age. Taking into account the fact that his baby-faced features would make him look younger than he probably was, I estimated him to be somewhere around my age when he’d passed.
He stood waiting for an answer. I thought “Come here often?” was rhetorical, but okay. Not wanting to be perceived as talking to myself in a room full of people, I responded by lifting one shoulder in a halfhearted shrug.
Sadly, I did. Come here often. This was my dad’s bar, and while I never set up stings here for fear of someone I knew blowing my cover, this just happened to be the very same bar Mr. Tidwell frequented. At least if it came to a knockdown drag-out, I might have some backup. I knew most of the regulars and all of the employees.
Dead Guy glanced toward the kitchen, seeming nervous before he refocused on me. I glanced that way as well. Saw a door.
“Y-you’re very shiny,” he said, drawing my attention back to him.
He had a stutter. Few things were more adorable than a grown man with boyish features and a stutter. I stirred my margarita and pasted on a fake smile. I couldn’t talk to him in a room full of living, breathing patrons. Especially when one was named Jessica Guinn, to my utter mortification. I hadn’t seen her fiery red hair since high school but there she sat, a few seats down from me, surrounded by a group of chattering socialites who looked almost as fake as her boobs. But that could be my bitterness rearing its ugly head.
Unfortunately, my forced smile only encouraged Dead Guy. “Y-you are. You’re like the s-sun reflecting off the chrome bumper of a f-fifty-seven Chevy.”
He splayed his fingers in the air to demonstrate, and my heart was gone. Damn it. He was like all those lost puppies I tried to save as a child to no avail because I had an evil stepmother who believed all stray dogs were rabid and would try to rip out her jugular. A fact that had nothing to do with my desire to bring them into the house.
“Yeah,” I said under my breath, doing my best ventriloquist impersonation, “thanks.”
“I’m D-Duff,” he said.
“I’m Charley.” I kept my hands wrapped around my drink lest he decide we needed to shake. Not many things looked stranger to the living world than a grown woman shaking air. You know those kids with invisible friends? Well, I was one of those. Only I wasn’t a kid, and my friends weren’t invisible. Not to me, anyway. And I could see them because I’d been born the grim reaper, which was not as bad as it sounded. I was basically a portal to heaven, and whenever someone was stuck on Earth, having chosen not to cross over immediately after death, they could cross to the other side through me. I was like a giant bug light, only what I lured was already dead.
I pulled at my extra-tight sweater. “Is it just me, or is it really warm in here?”
His baby blues shot toward the kitchen again. “Hot is m-more like it. S-so, I—I couldn’t help but notice you t-tried to buy that guy over there a drink.”
I let my fake smile go. Freed it like a captured bird. If it came back to me, it would be mine. If not, it never was. “And?”
“You’re b-barking up the wrong tree with that one.”
Surprised, I put my drink down—the one I bought myself—and leaned in a little closer. “He’s gay?”
Duff snorted. “N-no. But he’s been in here a lot lately. He l-likes his women a little … l-looser.”
“Dude, how much sluttier can I get?” I indicated my attire with a sweep of my hand.
“N-no, I mean, well, you’re a l-little—” He let his gaze travel the length of me. “—t-tight.”
I gasped. “I look anal?”
He drew in a deep breath and tried again. “H-he only hits on women who are more s-substantial than you.”
Oh, that wasn’t offensive at all. “I have depth. I’ve read Proust. No, wait, that was Pooh. Winnie-the-Pooh. My bad.”
He shifted his nonexistent weight, cleared his throat, and tried again. “More v-voluptuous.”
“I have curves,” I said through a clenched jaw. “Have you seen my ass?”
“Heavier!” he blurted out.
“I weigh— Oh, you mean he likes bigger women.”
“E-exactly, while I on the other hand—”
Duff’s words faded into the background like elevator music. So Marv liked big women. A new plan formed in the darkest, most corrupt corners of Barbara. My brain.
Cookie, otherwise known as my receptionist during regular business hours and my best friend 24/7, was perfect. She was large and in charge. Or, well, large and kind of bossy. I picked up my cell phone and called her.
“This better be good,” she said.
“It is. I need your assistance.”
“I’m watching the first season of Prison Break.
“Cookie, you’re my assistant. I need assistance. With a case. You know those things we take on to make money?”
Prison. Break. It’s about these brothers who—”
“I know what Prison Break is.”
“Then have you ever actually seen these boys? If you had, you would not expect me to abandon them in their time of need. I think there’s a shower scene coming up.”
“Do these brothers sign your paycheck?”
“No, but technically neither do you.”
Damn. She was right. It was much easier to just have her forge my name.
“I need you to come flirt with my mark.”
“Oh, okay. I can do that.”
Nice. The F-word always worked with her. I filled her in and told her the deal with Tidwell, then ordered her to hurry over.
“And dress sexy,” I said right before hanging up. But I regretted the sexy part instantly. The last time I told Cookie to dress sexy for a much-needed girls’ night out on the town, she wore a lace-up corset, fishnet stockings, and a feather boa. She looked like a dominatrix. I’d never been the same.
“S-so, she’s coming?” Duff asked.
“Possibly. She’s watching hot guys on TV. It all depends if her daughter is there or not. Either way, she should be here soon.”
He nodded.
As I sat waiting for my BFF, I took note of all the women in the bar that night. Calamity’s was kind of a cop hangout. Women certainly came in, just not by the droves. But this place was packed and noisy, and at least 75 percent of the patrons were women. Which was odd.
I’d been coming to the bar for years, mostly because my dad owned it, but partly because my investigations office was on the second floor, and in all that time, I’d never seen the place so disproportioned in favor of the feminine mystique except that one time I talked Dad into bringing in a male revue. He’d agreed for two reasons. One: I’d batted my lashes. Two: He thought a male revue was a guy who came in, tried the food, then did a review in the paper. I may or may not have encouraged that line of thinking. Dad would probably have taken it better if I’d been over eighteen when I suggested it. He wanted to know how many male revues I’d been to.
“Counting this one?” was apparently not an appropriate reply.
Someone put a plate of food in front of me.
“Compliments of the chef.”
I glanced up at Teri, my dad’s best bartender. She knew I was working an infidelity case and probably guessed that I’d struck out, thus the comfort food. The heavenly aroma hit me so fast, I had to force myself not to drool.
“Thanks.” I took a slice off the plate and sank my teeth into the best chicken quesadilla I’d ever had. “Wow,” I said, sucking in cool air as I chewed, “Sammy really outdid himself.”
“What?” she said over the crowd.
I waved her on and continued to eat, letting my eyes roll back in ecstasy. I’d been enjoying Sammy’s concoctions for years, and while they were always mouthwateringly good, this was incredible. I scooped equal parts guacamole, salsa, and sour cream onto the next bite, then went in for another trip to heaven.
Duff watched me eat while standing wedged between the back of my barstool and the guy standing next to it. His left half was inside Duff’s right. The guy looked up, searched the ceiling for air vents, turned to his left, his right, then … three … two … one …
He shivered and stepped away.
Happened every time. The departed were cold and when people stood inside one, the hairs on the backs of their necks rose, goose bumps shot across their skin, and a shiver ran down their spines.
But Duff wasn’t paying attention to the guy. While he pretended to center his attention on me, he kept a weather eye on the door to the kitchen, glancing over every few seconds, chewing on a nail.
Maybe the door to the kitchen was really a portal to heaven and if he stepped through it, he would cross to the other side. No, wait.
As I sat there stuffing my face, I began to wonder about something. I’d checked out Mrs. Tidwell’s Friendbook page while researching Mr. Tidwell for more pictures. I liked to take every precaution when approaching a mark to make certain I could recognize him or her when necessary. I got the wrong guy one time. It ended badly.
I dug my phone out of my jeans again, found Mrs. Tidwell’s profile, and clicked through her photo history. Sure enough, when they got married a little over a year earlier, Mrs. Tidwell had been much heavier. She’d clearly lost a lot of weight, and she’d kept a log on her page with her progress, losing over one hundred pounds over the past year. While I cheered her dedication, I began to wonder if Mr. Tidwell would share my enthusiasm or if he’d liked his wife better before.
The concept kind of floored me. Most guys strayed when their wives gained weight. Tidwell seemed to be straying for the opposite reason. Maybe he felt threatened by her new look. She was a knockout.
I panicked when Tidwell stood to leave. He threw down a few bills, then started for the door, and I realized this night would be a complete bust. I was really hoping for a money shot to put this case to bed. With my optimism dwindling, I began contemplating my schedule to set up a second attempt when Tidwell stopped. His gaze locked on the front door. I looked past him and almost gasped at the raven-haired vixen walking through it. The moment our eyes met, Barry White started playing through the speakers overhead. The lights dimmed and a smoky, sultry kind of aura centered on the newcomer.
Coincidence? I think not.
Enter Cookie Kowalski. Loyal, stalwart, and just the right size. Cookie walked toward me, her expression a mixture of curiosity and hesitance. Surely she wasn’t worried I’d get her into trouble.
And she was dressed to kill. She wore a dark pantsuit with a long sparkling frock and a silver scarf opened at the neck to reveal her voluptuous attributes.
“You saucy minx,” I said when she sat beside me at the bar.
She grinned and scooted closer to me. “This is okay?”
I looked her over again. “It’s fantastic. And it definitely did the job.”
Tidwell sat back down at his table, interest evident in every move he made. I gestured toward him with the barest hint of a nod. She did a quick scan of the room and let her gaze pause a fraction of a second on Tidwell before refocusing on me.
But she still wasn’t convinced. “So, if you were a guy, would you be into me?”
“Hon, if I were a guy, I’d be gay.”
“Yeah, me, too. So, what do I do?”
“Just give it a sec. He’ll probably—”
“The man at the table behind you would like to buy you a drink, darlin’,” Teri said. Her brows rose as she waited for a response. Sobriety clearly came late in life for her, but she was what my father would call a handsome woman, with long dark hair and striking hazel eyes. Still, she’d seen too many illicit rendezvous, complicated hookups, and bad one-night stands to be overly impressed. Experience had hardened her.
I could be hard. If I practiced. Gave it my all.
“Oh,” Cookie said, caught off guard, “I’ll take a whiskey sour.”
Teri winked and began practicing her magic.
“A whiskey sour?” I asked Cook.
“Your f-friend seems nervous,” Duff said, and I agreed with a nod.
Cookie stared ahead as though standing before a firing squad. “Liquid courage,” she said. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“That’s what they said about nuclear energy on Three Mile Island.”
She cast me a horrified look.
I fought a grin and tucked a small mic into the folds of her scarf, pretending to adjust it. “Look, all you gotta do is open the lines of communication. I’ll be able to hear everything he says.” I tapped my ear to indicate the receiver I was wearing. “Just see how far he wants to take things. Unfortunately, him buying you a drink does not prove infidelity.”
Her pallor turned a light shade of green. “I have to have sex with him?”
“What? No. Just, you know, see if he wants to have sex with you.”
“Do I have to make out with him?”
Oh, wow. I never realized how uneducated Cookie was in the ways of extramarital investigations. She was more of a behind-the-scenes kind of gal. I just figured she’d know what to do.
Teri set the drink down. Cookie grabbed it and took a long draw.
“Don’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” I said as she took another hearty swig. “Just try to get him to proposition you. Now, turn and offer him a salute. Let him know you’re interested.”
Before I could coach her further, she did exactly that. She turned to him, her back rigid, and saluted.
Jessica’s table of airheads burst out laughing. I closed my eyes in mortification and said through gritted teeth, “I meant lift the glass.”
“What?” she asked through equally gritted teeth. “You said to salute him.” She was starting to panic. I could feel it radiating off her in waves. “I thought maybe he was in the military.”
“It’s okay, just calm down.”
“Calm down?” She turned back around. “You calm down. I’m completely calm. I’m like deep water that’s deep and still.”
I wrapped a hand around her arm and squeezed to coax her back to me. She drew in a long breath and let it out slowly, forcing herself to calm.
“Better,” I said, giving her another minute to recuperate. “Okay, if he hasn’t penciled you in as a loony, go over there and strike up a conversation.”
“What? Me? What?”
“Cook, you can do this. It’s just like high school only without the socially crippling aftereffects of failure.”
“Right. High school.” She gathered up her courage, eased off her chair, and stepped to his table.
And she transformed. She became confident. A true mistress of her own destiny. I almost giggled in triumph while I took another bite and listened in.
“S-so, you’re s-setting him up?” Duff asked.
I wiped my mouth, then checked the recorder in my pocket to make sure it was set to record. It would suck if we went to all this trouble and ended up with no proof. “Not so much setting up as taking down. He’s the one trolling the clubs with the intention of cheating on his wife. We’re just giving him the opportunity and giving her the proof she needs to move on.”
It wasn’t until I heard Jessica snickering that I realized I was talking to Duff too openly.
“There she goes again,” Jessica said loud enough for me to hear. “What did I tell you? Absolute freak.”
The gossip girls burst out laughing again, but I could hear Jessica’s high-pitched crow above the others. It was the one thing that drove me crazy when we were friends. She had a nasally, piercing laugh that reminded me of the stabbing scene from Psycho. But that could’ve been wishful thinking on my part.
I’d made the mistake of being honest with her when we were freshmen. She seemed to accept the fact that I could see ghosts. But once I told her exactly what I was, that I was the grim reaper and that the departed could cross through me, our friendship shattered like a house of glass, cut as the remnants showered down on me. It left some fairly deep scars. Had I known our friendship was so fragile, had I known it could be severed with a single truth, I wouldn’t have thrown so much of myself into it.
Afterwards, all bets were off. She told the entire school what I’d said. What I was. Thankfully, no one, including herself, believed it. But the betrayal cut deep. Hurt and vindictive, I went after—and landed—the boy of her dreams, a senior basketball star named Freddy James. Naturally, that did nothing to reconcile our friendship. Her venomous spite multiplied tenfold after I started dating Freddy, but suddenly, I didn’t care. I’d discovered boys on a whole new level.
My sister, Gemma, knew the moment it happened. She accused Freddy of stealing my virginity. But saying Freddy James stole my virginity would be like saying Hiroshima stole a nuclear bomb from us. Theft didn’t fit into the equation.
As Jessica and her friends snickered across the way, I ignored them, knowing indifference would bite more than anything I could say. Jessica hated to be ignored and it worked. My disinterest seemed to be eating her alive. The abrasive texture of anger and hatred raked over my skin like sharp nails. That girl had issues.
“Sorry about the salute,” Cookie said to Tidwell.
He gestured for her to sit. “Not at all. I found it enchanting.”
Despite everything, Tidwell was a good-looking man, and clearly articulate. Now I had to worry about another possible outcome altogether: Would Cookie fall for his charm?
“I’m Anastasia,” she said, and I tried not to groan aloud. Normally noms de guerre were fine on a job, but we were in my dad’s bar. We knew half the people here, which came to glaring light when someone called out to her.
“Hey, Cookie!” an off-duty officer said as he strolled in and took a seat at the bar. “Looking good, sweet cheeks.”
Cookie blinked, taken aback, then smiled and said to Tidwell, “But everyone calls me Cookie.”
A most excellent save.
“I’m Doug.”
Oops, incriminating evidence number one. It would seem Marv liked noms de guerre, too. I’d turned so I could see them through my periphery and watched as they shook hands. Cook mumbled something about how nice it was to meet him. He said likewise. And I took another bite of quesadilla, fighting the urge to moan in ecstasy. Sammy had definitely outdone himself.
Still, I had to get over it. I had a job to do, damn it.
I turned toward them, my expression one of complete boredom, and snapped a few shots with my phone. Phones made close-up surveillance so easy. I pretended to text while zeroing in on my target. When Tidwell leaned forward and put a hand over Cookie’s, I almost became giddy. Not really a money shot, but pretty darned close.
But then I noticed something. A darkness in his gaze I hadn’t seen before. The more I watched Tidwell, the less I liked him. Almost everything out of his mouth was a lie, but there was more to my discomfort than his deception. He reminded me of one of those guys who sweeps a girl off her feet, marries her after a whirlwind romance, then kills her for the insurance money. He was a bit too smooth. A bit too personal with the questions. I’d have to do a little more digging where Mr. Marv Tidwell was concerned.
“What is that?” Tidwell asked. His voice had hardened and the emotion that dumped out of him startled me.
“This?” Cookie asked, suddenly less certain.
He saw the mic I’d hidden in the folds of her scarf. Crap on a quesadilla. Before I could scramble out of my seat, he reached over and ripped it off her, dragging her forward in the process.
“What is this?” he demanded, shaking it in her face before curling it into his fist.
I rushed toward them. The investigator in me continued to take a couple of shots for good measure. They’d be blurry, but I had to take what I could get. Cookie sat stunned. Not because she was caught, I was certain, but because of his reaction. I would have been stunned, too. He went from charming admirer to raging bull in a matter of seconds.
His face reddened and his lips peeled back from his teeth in a vicious snarl. “Is this a game? Did Valerie put you up to this?”
Valerie Tidwell was Marvin’s wife and my client, and clearly he suspected that she suspected his extracurricular activities. The entire bar fell silent as I hurried forward, weaving around tables and chairs, snapping shots as I went, wondering why on earth Cookie was digging into her purse. I didn’t have to wonder long. Just as I got to her, she pulled a gun, and all I could think was holy freaking crap.
“Cookie!” I said as I skidded into her.
But before I could do anything, Tidwell lunged across the table and grabbed Cookie’s wrist. He knocked her back into me and we all three started to tumble to the ground the exact moment a sharp crack splintered the air.

Copyright © 2013 by Darynda Jones

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Charley Davidson may not look like your everyday, run-of-the-mill grim reaper, but she has vowed to reap grimness wherever she goes despite this unfortunate fact. Sadly, she gets sidetracked when the sexy, sultry son of Satan, Reyes Farrow, moves in next door. Since he is her main suspect in an arson case, she has vowed to stay away from him until she can find out the truth. But when dead women start appearing in her apartment, one after another, each lost, confused, and terrified beyond reason, Charley has no choice but to ask for his help, especially when it becomes apparent that her own sister Gemma is the serial killer’s next target. With Reyes’s ability to observe incorporeally, surely he can find out who’s responsible. Even if he can’t, arsonist or not, he is the one man alive who could protect Gemma no matter who or what came at her. But he wants something in return. Charley. All of her, body and soul. And to keep her sister safe, it is a price she is willing to pay.

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Fifth Grave Past the Light 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 188 reviews.
Jetches More than 1 year ago
Run...run now and get this entire series if you have yet to read it. Because... The. Best. Ending. Ever! I don't understand how you do it Darynda Jones. I really really don't. Every time I finish reading one of the Charley Davidson books I think "No way she can top that." My foot always ends up firmly in my mouth, because you can and you friggin' do. If Charley was a real person I would stalk her. Because A) it would be the most entertaining days of my life and, B) she's friggin awesome. Oh, and C) I would probably come across Rayes Farrow....MMMmmmmmmmm. And I wish Cookie was a real person. I would try and be her best friend because we already have the Winchester brothers in common. These novels never cease to make me laugh out loud continuously and are always ALWAYS good for bringing a smile to my face. Although there are some things I can predict, there always things I think I'm right about and then I'm just not. AND THEN there are the things that just come out of now where. Its like the whole "Pay attention to this hand" then- whack! That is seriously how I feel after reading everyone of her novels. The book was amazing. I don't even know if I have any words for it. I will point out that the scene with the therapist and Charley's "art" made me laugh, because really only Charley would plan ahead enough for that. There was a lot of Reyes...which made me giggle, and just enough Swoopes to satisfy me. Yes, I love Swoopes, and what is unraveling in his life...makes me smile, cry, and just want more. I, like Charley in this novel, do miss the biker boys and I hope they return soon. Usually when I come across a series that has this many books I always find that they start to go downhill after a few books and pick up later on, or there is a book that I find to be a "filler" book, but that's not the case with Charley. We are on book five and I'm just as happy with this book as I was the first. I want more, and I don't know if I can wait a couple of months to a year to get it. Perhaps now would be a time to learn how to hack into people's computers? But, I really respect Darynda Jones and other authors too much to do that...but seriously it's tempting. Good: EVERYTHING!!! Reyes---Because he is Reyes Alexander Farrow. If you've the books you clearly understand. If you haven't...you and I need to have a firm talk. Charley---The most entertaining person ever. Really...she should be given an Oscar. Swoopes- I love Swoopes. I have always been stuck between Reyes and Swoopes. In my opinion they are both equally awesome. I will forever remember his "5 things never to say to a grim reaper" list. Cookie-We are kindred spirits as Anne of Green Gables would say. She understand my love for Sam and Dean. And she is probably just as clumsy and absolutely as fantastic as I am. Uncle Umbie- I can't wait for the day when he finally asks Cookie out. And he's been working out. Bless him. Bad: There will never be anything in this category when it comes to a Charley Davidson book. Never. Overall (Writing style, story line, and general): Overall this book was absolutely amazing. I think it should be turned into a movie...but they would have to make sure there is an inner dialogue for the Charley character because, really, that is where the gold is. This book was easy to follow and I never had to re-read to understand what was happening. The plot was awesome and although the mystery wasn't really a fore-front as some of the other novels it really didn't matter because it was entertaining and dramatic in many other ways. There are always punches that you don't see coming in these novels and they always take my breath away. God I love this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book in the series!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story keeps getting better and better!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is by far the BEST book in this series, and I didnt think that would have been possible considering how great the other books were at staying fresh and original.  I am loving how this is playing out. Charley is an incredible grim reaper.  Reyes is, well, he is Reyes, dont need to say more about him.   One of the thing Darynda does best is not only develop likable characters, write original story lines, and keep her reading guessing on the edge of their seat from start is finish, but she also develops the supporting characters.  She does such a great job that we fall in love with them also.   Definitely a MUST READ series!
Under_The_Covers_BookBlog More than 1 year ago
~Reviewed by ANGELA & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog I don’t think Ms Jones know how to disappoint even if she tried. She yet again delivered a well written and most definitely engaging novel. Fifth Grave Past the Light is written with suspense, snark, good humor and sexy romance. Just like the rest if this series, it was nothing else but awesome! Charley is again attemping to solve a mystery she is hired to do. But of course, she stumbles on a super natural clue that leads to a mystery of multiple deaths. I have to warn you that this installment is the scariest, let me rephrase, creepiest soul/ghost encounter Charley has had. While most of the ghost encounters are always with humor and never scary, this book freaked me out a little and broke my heart. You will see what I mean when you read this book, just know that there are some scenes that will be engrained in your brain. Besides that, Charley comes back in this book a bit more refined with her new powers and strength. Her humor never wavers and she is back with the “T-shirt quotes”. Wait until you see what other things/body part Charley blessed with a nick name. Where do Darynda get these? I mean this lady is just brilliant! In seriousness, I think Charley is one funny but a very strong heroine and I would not want to miss any of her adventures. When I mentioned having Reyes in the flesh in my review of Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet ….I lied. We really see him in the flesh in THIS installment. We not only see him in the flesh (for reals) but up close and personal. You see him live his daily life without prison, constant stress and issues with his “true being” as the son of Satan. We’re getting Reyes in the flesh!!! No holds bard!!! His playfulness his persona in and out of the bedroom and OMG, he knows what to do with kitchen utensils. Due to “correspondence course”…naturally. I swear I just can’t get enough of this guy! Cookie will “Learn the cock…Know the cock. Be the cock.” And she will learn to like it. She will also make some progress with Ubie. I think those two deserves to be happy and no doubt a novella waiting to happen. Angel finds out how much he is worth to Charley and boy she will get it from him. And Garreth, well, he hasn’t made it pass what happened to him with the last book. Poor guy. If you think he was up tight then…you’ll think him worse here. There a few new characters that I’m curious about. Not sure what they mean to Charley yet but if I know Ms Jones, she has something up her sleeve. I do trust that it will be another awesome book…without a doubt. *ARC provided by publisher in exchange for an honest review
Erin30EB More than 1 year ago
I love this series and all the characters.  About a year ago I stumbled upon the audio version of the fist book as I was going on a long car trip. It was perfect, I could listen to half the book on the way there, half on the way back. Well, when I got to my destination, I didn't want to wait to listen to the ending.  I have been hooked ever since.  The characters are well developed and the story line is different and keeps me guessing at what will happen next.  The banter between the different characters is great. I cannot say enough great things about this book.  I also loved the GPS bit in this book, it had me laughing out loud. 
dsaraceni More than 1 year ago
Darynda Jones did it again!!!! I have enjoyed this entire series but I think this has been my favorite book so far. All of her books have had some wicked humor.....lots of mystery and plenty of sexy characters. I love her sense of humor and how that translates to her characters and story. Charlie and Reyes are fantastic and bring so much to the books. I can only hope there are a few more books she has planned for this series. If you haven't read the series I suggest you do. They have a fantastic twist on the new paranormal characters and a ton of emotions in the storyline. Highly recommend!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I stayed up until 4 in the morning to finish this and I am ready to read it again. Looking forward to number six.
KahlanMercy More than 1 year ago
Charley Davidson Book 5 Arsonists, serial killers and sexy next-door neighbors all appear in the latest caffeinated tale of the grim reaper. When Charley discovers that Reyes is her new neighbor, she knows she's in for trouble. We get to see a bit more of Gemma in this book, as well. Looking for a quirky paranormal series with wit and charm? This is the series for you!
luvtoread5 More than 1 year ago
I want to be Charlie Davidson! She is compassionate, funny, sexy and the son of Satan loves her; what a woman. Every new book in this series is good.  The storyline and characters seem so real and not so one dimensional.  I love paranormal romance books and this is one of the best series that I have ever read. Keep up the good work Ms. Jones, but write faster please!  I just ordered book #6 today and I hope book #7 is ready for print.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awesome. Best book yet. Read the whole thing in under 12 hours. Could not put it down. WOW
mlm0524 More than 1 year ago
A friend suggested this series and I put off months reading the first book...and now I am hooked!!! I have read all six books twice now and I can hardly wait for the next book to come out. I have never considered joining a book club to discuss and analyze but these books make me want to do it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wish i could give it more than five stars, i loved this book. As i do all of them!
LilyElementBookReviews 19 days ago
Fifth Grave Past the Light is book five in the Charley Davidson series. I'm so glad I am finally getting back into these, though I'm not sure why I stopped since they're so good. There is a ton of humor mixed into the story and it's also full of ghosts and mystery. As always, our leading lady Charley Davidson is working as a PI on a case to help the police but at the same time, she's balancing her grim reaper duties. I already know I'll be binge listening/reading this series so expect reviews for the following books up in the next week or two. We start off with Charley Davidson, a PI that is also a grim reaper. She talks to ghosts and lets them cross through her on top of helping solve cases for the local police department. It doesn't take long to dive into the mystery elements when she wakes up one morning and finds a lot of female ghosts in her apartment that all have similar appearances in how they died. She's also quickly involved in figuring out who is behind several arson incidents that have the police stumped. That isn't all the plot threads weaved into this novel, though, we also have Charley's hunky love interest, Reyes Farrow moving into the apartment next to hers. After the romance aspect building up in the past few novels, I was so happy to see it finally happen. Reyes is a lust worthy character that has always protected Charley and you can tell her cares for her so much. The tension between the two has been electric and continues to be so. Fifth Grave Past the Light is a perfect addition to this addicting series. I can't believe I forgot how hilarious DJones' books are. Between Charley and her assistant Cookie, I was laughing in every chapter. I seriously love when humor is mixed into the story and done correctly and this is a perfect example of how it's done. The characters and plot are done well and the story arcs are weaved seamlessly. All in all, this series is perfect for fans of Urban Fantasy with ghosts and romance mixed in. I have to give major props to the narrator, Lorelei King. She really knocks these audiobooks out of the park with how she voices all the characters. You can easily distinguish between the different character voices and she brings them all to life. I've read one of these in paperback and enjoyed it but I have to highly suggest readers try the audiobook versions if you're open to that format since it adds another level to the story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just cannot put these books down! I buy the next one as soon as I finish reading the previous book. I am curious though, as to why this book cost's a dollar more than the last ones in the series and has less pages.
dibbylodd More than 1 year ago
I suddenly realized that I am several books behind in this series. Was it a lack of interest? Reading this one confirmed that is NOT a lack of interest. Blamethe distraction of many other great books These are fun, hot, entertaining stories. Balancing being a grim reaper and being totally enamored of the son of satan is a lot to handle. I'm glad I got back to Charley, Reyes, and all.
Judy-Ree More than 1 year ago
My sister introduced me to this series when it came out and proceeded to rave about it until I finally gave in and gave it a try. I read the first four books back to back and agreed with her assessment of a great series. And in the wait for book five to come out, I got side tracked and it dropped off my radar. Alright, not so much off the radar, as by the time she finished with the book I was into something else and the book just kept sliding further and further back on the shelf. Eventually it because a matter of "Ugh, how many books to get caught up?" I'm sure you've been there. Then I found the series on audio format, and my thought was to give myself another way to get caught up. I can't believe I waited so long to get back into this series! First off, Lorelei King abso-freaking-lutely rocks as the narrator for this series. The male voices aren't fantastic, but she nails the snark and sarcasm, the attitude and bad-assery that makes Charley so much fun. Charley pokes fun at everything, and lives life to the absolute fullest. Lorelei gives us that tongue-in-cheek playfulness that is so Charley. I can't imagine going back to just reading this series now. Lorelei has ruined me for Darynda's mere written word. This was my first experience with Lorelei King and I'm hooked. It has been long enough since I read the other books, that I really needed some previous book summary to help me recall and get back up to speed. Thankfully enough was provided that I felt pretty good moving forward in the book. Would this be enough for someone starting the series at this book? Eh, maybe. But why would you? My previous ratings were all 4 stars, so why not just start at the beginning and enjoy the awesomeness that is to come? I was so happy with this book and format, I gave it 5 stars and dived right into book six.
lrhubble More than 1 year ago
A Must Read Contemporary, Paranormal Romance Albuquerque, New Mexico Charley Davidson isn’t a run-of-the-mill grim reaper. She leans more towards paranormal private eye/grim reaper extraordinaire. Unfortunately she gets sidetracked when Reyes Farrow moves in next door especially with him being the sexy, sultry son of Satan. If that wasn’t enough things get even more complicated when he is her main suspect in an arson case. Charley is determined to stay away from him until she finds out the truth. At least that was her plan until dead women start showing up in her apartment one after the other. Each one confused, lost and terrified beyond reason. Soon Charley has no choice but to ask Reyes for help when it becomes apparent that the serial killer’s next target is her sister, Gemma. Reyes may be an arsonist but he is also the only man that can protect Gemma no matter what is headed her way. There is a price to pay for that protection. Reyes wants one thing, Charley. Body and soul. That is price Charley is willing to pay to keep her sister safe. This is a series that gets better and better with each book. Neither the laughs nor the action stop and it keeps the book moving along at a very fast pace. This is one book that readers will find very hard to put down and just might finish in one sitting. Charley is a very fun and interesting character that will have readers wishing they could know her in real life. Everyone could use a Charley in their life. The story will also have readers wanting to read the next book just to see what happens next to Charley as wherever Charley is trouble is sure to follow.
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T-MacTM More than 1 year ago
Awesome series! Like Janet Evanovich does paranormal ! Funny! Keeps you laughing and loving the characters!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you are a fan if this series, you will not be disappointed.
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Too short.
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