Sometimes I wonder if the purpose of my life
is to serve as a cautionary tale to others.
Charley Davidson has enough going on without having to worry about twelve hellhounds hot on her trail. She is, after all, incredibly pregnant and feeling like she could pop at any moment. But, just her luck, twelve deadly beasts from hell have chosen this time to escape onto our plane, and they've made Charley their target. And so she takes refuge at the only place she thinks they can't get to her: the grounds of an abandoned convent. Of course, if hellhounds aren't enough, Charley also has a new case to hold her attention: the decades-old murder of a newly-vowed nun she keeps seeing in the shadows of the convent.
Add to that the still unsolved murder of her father, the strange behavior of her husband, and Charley's tendency to attract the, shall we say, undead, and she has her hands full...but also tied.
Charley Davidson is:
"Sexy, sassy...with cheeky charm and sarcastic wit."-The Associated Press
"A true paranormal princess."-Night Owl Reviews
"Wisecracking, wickedly funny."-RT Book Reviews
About the Author
Winner of the 2009 Golden Heart® for Best Paranormal Romance for her manuscript FIRST GRAVE ON THE RIGHT, Darynda can't remember a time when she wasn't putting pen to paper. DARYNDA JONES lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband of more than 25 years and two beautiful sons, aka the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys.
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Eighth Grave After Dark
By Darynda Jones
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2015 Darynda Jones
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Sometimes I crave pickles.
Other times I crave the blood of my enemy.
There was a dead tax attorney in my closet, sobbing uncontrollably into the hem of her blouse. She'd been there a few days now. It made getting dressed in the morning awkward.
I would've avoided her altogether if I could, but it was my only closet. And it was microscopic. Tough to ignore chance encounters.
But I had to get ready for a wedding, and sobbing tax attorney or not, I had to get into that closet. I couldn't let my bestie down. Or my uncle, the man with whom my bestie was gracing her presence for as long as they both shall live.
Today was the big day. Their big day. The day they'd been waiting for since they first laid eyes on each other. It took some finagling, but I finally got them to admit their feelings for each other and commit, and I wasn't about to let a tax attorney ruin it. Unless, of course, she was there to audit me. I didn't think so, though. Usually the person crying at an audit was the client, not the tax attorney.
No more stalling. I braced myself and opened the door. She sat curled in a ball in the corner, crying like there was no tomorrow. Which, for her, there wasn't. A name tag she was wearing when she'd died read SHEILA with TAX ATTORNEY stamped underneath that. She must have been at some kind of convention when she died, but her cause of death was not immediately apparent. She looked disheveled, her chocolate-colored hair mussed, her tight bun askew on her head, but that could have happened when she was attacked. If she was attacked. Or it could have been the result of a few too many mojitos during the after party.
There was just no way of knowing her cause of death without talking to her, and God knew I'd tried to do that on several occasions. She wouldn't stop sobbing long enough for me to get a word in edgewise. I could've told her I could see her because I'd been born the grim reaper. I could've told her I'd help her find whoever did this. I could've told her she could cross through me whenever she was ready to see her family, those who had passed before her.
Most people who died went either north or south immediately following their deaths. But some stayed behind. Many had unfinished business of some kind, just like the ghosts and spirits in folktales, but some stayed behind because they'd died traumatically. Their energy grabbed hold of the earthly realm and didn't let go. They were anchored here, and until they healed, they would never cross to the other side.
That was where I came in. I helped the departed any way I could. I found their killers, righted their wrongs, sent messages to their loved ones, all so they could heal and cross to the other side, which they then did through me. Through my light. A light that was supposedly so brilliant, it could be seen by the departed from anywhere on earth.
But Sheila wasn't talking, so there was little I could do at the moment.
As carefully as I could, I pulled a cinnamon bridesmaid's dress through her quivering shoulders. "Sorry," I said as I patted her dark hair. She released another loud wail of sorrow before I closed the door. Thankfully, it was a thick door.
"What?" I asked as I turned back to Artemis, a departed Rottweiler who'd been dubbed my guardian by the powers that be. And ever since a dozen testy hellhounds had tried to rip out my jugular, Artemis refused to leave my side.
She sat there, ears perked, head tilted in curiosity as she pawed at the closet door.
"I've tried talking to her." I walked to a full-length mirror and held up the dress. "She only cries louder."
I rubbed to soften the worry line between my brows. As far as bridesmaid's dresses went, this one wasn't the worst. It would've looked even better if I weren't the size of the Chrysler Building. I was currently incubating the girl who would save the world, according to prophecies, but that wasn't what had been worrying me that morning.
Being a matron of honor was just that, an honor, and part of my job was to make sure the bride showed up for her wedding. Cookie had yet to arrive. It was probably that third margarita she'd had last night. Or the ninth. That girl could knock 'em back. In her defense, she was drinking for two. Since I was pregtastic, I'd been restricted to sparkling grape juice. Didn't have quite the same effect, but it was fun watching my sister and BFF belt out show tunes while channeling Christopher Walken.
I dialed Cookie's number to make sure she was headed my way when a voice, deep and sultry, wafted toward me from the door of my bedroom. If that was Cook, she'd had way more to drink than I thought.
"Closing the door on a traumatized dead chick isn't your style," the man said.
Artemis yelped and leapt toward the door, her stubby tail wagging with unmitigated joy.
I swirled to face my husband, the devastatingly handsome supernatural being who'd been forged in the fires of sin, created in hell by the very creature we were in hiding from. As far as we knew, Lucifer, Reyes's father, had sent the Twelve, the hounds of hell, the most vicious and bloodthirsty creatures ever to exist. And he sent them here to destroy us. Our only salvation was literally the land we stood on. The sacred ground that the Twelve couldn't traverse, as we were now living in a convent. An abandoned convent, but a convent—with the requisite sacred ground—nonetheless.
And we'd been here for months in an attempt to avoid being ripped to shreds by the hellhounds that patrolled the border. With help, our job had been to scour ancient texts and prophecies as we searched for a way to kill them. Only Reyes and I were at risk. We seemed to be the only ones the hellhounds wanted for breakfast. Everyone else could come and go as they pleased, which would go a long way toward explaining the lateness of the bride to prepare for her own wedding. We had hours yet, but I figured Cookie would've been at the convent at the butt crack of dawn, waking me up to do her hair. God only knew what would come of that.
Still, my immediate company was nothing to scoff at. His disheveled appearance every time he entered a room of late caused the blood in my veins to surge, the pulse at my throat to quicken.
He bent to pet Artemis. I watched as he gave her a final pat then indicate the Barbie closet with a nod and a gently arched brow. I followed his gaze. The closet had been made for a person with few worldly possessions, aka a nun. And though I was now living in the aforementioned convent, I was not a nun. Not by a long shot. Proof resided in the ever-expanding girth of my midsection.
His signature heat drifted toward me, blisteringly hot, a by-product of his being forged in the fires of hell, and I turned back to him. His hair, thick and unruly and in dire need of a trim, curled over his collar and around his ears. He still wore the button-down from last night. It hung open, revealing the wide expanse of chest he'd crossed his arms over. The cuffs of the shirt had been rolled up to his elbows, showing his sinuous forearms. Beneath them, a rock-hard waist tapered down to lean hips that rested comfortably against the doorjamb. He let me absorb every inch of him, knowing it gave me a thrill. Knowing he'd reap the benefits later.
After taking in his form, my attentions unhurried, languid, I slowly returned to his face. He'd let a small grin soften his mouth. His deep brown eyes sparkled beneath dark lashes that were spiked with the remnants of sleep. As though he'd just woken up. As though he had no idea how sexy that was.
Normally, I would've chalked up his appearance to the bachelor party they'd had for my uncle, but he'd looked like that for weeks now. Exhausted. Disheveled. Sexy as fuck. I could hardly complain, but I was beginning to worry about him. I noticed that he grew hotter when he was trying to heal from an injury, and his heat had been growing hotter by leaps and bounds lately, but he hadn't been injured in months. We'd both been stuck in the convent, on sacred ground, since I was about a month pregnant. That was almost eight months ago, and we hadn't been stabbed, shot, or run down with a runaway vehicle since. I'd have to keep a close eye on him. I did that anyway, so I'd have to keep a closer eye on him.
"Hey! Wait!" I threw the cinnamon dress at him. "You're not supposed to see me before the wedding."
He flashed a set of startlingly white teeth. "I think that only applies to the bride."
"Oh, right." When he indicated the closet again with a questioning gaze, I decided to question him back. "Do you know how many times I've tried talking to her? She won't stop crying long enough to catch her breath, let alone tell me what's wrong. Why did I get this closet?"
His grin spread. "Because it's the only one in the room."
He had a good point. He'd been forced to use a closet in the next room, but still.
"Want me to take care of her?" he asked.
"No, I do not want you to take care of her. Wait, you can do that?"
"Just say the word."
Sadly, I considered it. Her sobbing was taxing, probably because she was a tax attorney, and yet I heard her only when the door was open.
"Check this out," I said, walking to the door. I opened it, and we were met with loud wailing. After a moment, I closed the door again. Crickets. Metaphorically. "This door is incredible," I said, opening it again and closing it several times in a row to demonstrate.
"You need to get out more," he said.
"Right? I'd kill for the delightful décor of Macho Taco."
His face held his expression steady, not wavering in the slightest, but I felt an involuntary pang of regret ripple through him.
I let go of the door and straightened. "No," I said, walking to him.
He pushed off the doorjamb and waited to wrap me in his arms. His heat whispered across my skin and bathed me in warmth as one arm slid around my back while he let his free hand caress Beep, the fugitive I'd been harboring for almost nine months. I felt it was about time to evict her, but the midwife Reyes had hired told me she'd come in her own time. Apparently, Beep lived in a different time zone than I did.
"No," I repeated, blasting him with my best stern face. "We've done okay. We now have a semi-solid plan in place to blow this Popsicle stand once Beep is born that could actually work, if the planets align just so. I've had lots of time to practice my mad skills in grim reaperism slash supernatural being. And I've learned a lot about why I never became a nun: no closet space. This is not your fault."
"At least your father isn't trying to kill us." He stilled, shocked at his own statement, then said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"
"Don't be ridiculous." I dismissed his statement with a wave of my hand. My father had died a few days before we sought refuge at the convent, and I was still searching for his killer. Well, my uncle, a detective for Albuquerque PD was, but I was helping every chance I got. "Reyes, it's not your fault your father is evil. Or that he's the most hated being this side of Mars."
"That's not entirely true," he said. When I silently questioned him, he added, "Not everyone believes in the devil."
"Good point." I was not about to argue with him about his father. He felt guilty that his father would do anything in his power to kill us. To kill Beep, actually. She was the one prophesied to destroy him. I'd tried repeatedly to convince Reyes that this wasn't his fault—to no avail, so I changed the subject instead. "What's with all the dead people on the lawn?"
Departed had been showing up for about a week, standing in what would be considered our front lawn. If we had a lawn. If this were a house and not a converted convent.
A worried expression flashed across Reyes's face so fast, I almost missed it. Almost. "I wish I knew."
He'd been worried a lot lately. I could tell the situation was draining him, and I couldn't help but wonder if he didn't feel like he was in prison again. He'd spent ten years there for a crime he didn't commit. And now once again, for all intents and purposes, he was incarcerated. We both were. We were prisoners of a sort, stuck in this place, and while I was certainly going a bit stir-crazy, my restlessness couldn't compare to his. Still, one foot across that invisible line, the one that marked the sacred, blessed ground from the rest of the area, and that foot would be gone. Along with part of a leg.
We'd fought the Twelve before, and while we didn't exactly lose, we sure didn't win. They came back angrier than ever. Their snarls every time I stepped too close to the border were proof of that. They wanted a piece of me, but it was hard to blame them. I did have a killer ass. Or, well, I used to.
I walked back to the mirror and held up the dress, the one that had to be let out due to the fact that my ass had grown in sync with my belly. Reyes stayed close behind, his hand warm at the small of my back, his heat seeping in and easing the ache there. He was very therapeutic, especially now that the nights were getting cooler.
"They won't talk to me," I said, trying to decide if cinnamon had been my color all along and I just didn't know it. It did match my eyes quite nicely, which were the color of the amber in which the mosquito was preserved in Jurassic Park, but it also made me look a little deader than I liked. "The departed on the lawn. I keep thinking they need help to cross, but they just stare straight ahead, their expressions completely blank. Maybe they're zombies." I turned this way and that. "Either way, it's unsettling."
Reyes pressed into my backside and rubbed my shoulders with what I'd come to realize were magic hands. He was clearly the Magic Man Heart had sung about. I'd had no idea anything could feel that good. On bad days—the days there was just no settling Beep—it rivaled an orgasm.
Wait, no, it didn't. Nothing rivaled an orgasm. But it came damned close.
"You're bright," he said, bending until his breath fanned across my cheek.
"I know, but—"
"You're really bright."
I laughed and turned into him. "I know, but—"
"No," he said, his eyes sparkling with humor, "you're even brighter than normal. Your light is so bright, it fills every corner of the house."
Of course, only he would know that. I couldn't see my light, which was probably a good thing because how would I put on makeup if all I saw was a bright light? No, wait, he wasn't the only one who would know that. There were others who could see it. The departed, obviously, but also Osh, our resident Daeva, a slave demon who'd escaped from hell centuries ago. And Quentin, a Deaf kid we'd adopted as part of our gang, who mostly hung out with Cookie's daughter, Amber. And Pari, one of my best friends. And Angel, my departed thirteen-year-old sidekick and lead investigator.
I blinked, realizing all the people who would have known that my brightness levels needed adjusting. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
He lifted a shoulder. "There's not anything you can do about it, right?"
"Then why bring it up?"
"It's important, that's why. Maybe there's a reason. Maybe I'm sick." I felt my forehead. My cheeks. My chest. Then I lifted Reyes's hand and pressed it to my chest, glancing up from beneath my lashes as impishly as I possibly could. "Do I feel feverish?"
He darkened instantly. His gaze dropped to Danger and Will Robinson, aka my breasts. His gaze did that often, unruly thing that it was. Danger and Will loved the attention.
"You shouldn't tempt me," he said, his voice growing ragged.
A tingle of desire sparked to life, causing a warmth to pool in my abdomen. "You're the only one I should tempt, seeing as how we're hitched."
He wrapped a hand around my throat ever so softly and led me back against the mirror. It wasn't his actions that jump-started my heart, but the raw lust that consumed him. The dark need in his eyes. The severity of his drawn brows. The sensuality of his parted mouth. My girl parts tightened when he dipped his hand into my shirt. His thumb grazed over a hardened nipple, and a jolt of pleasure shot straight to my core.
"I'm here!" Cookie called from down the hall, her voice breathy, winded from the stairs.
I almost groaned aloud at the interruption. Reyes's grip on my throat tightened. He tilted my face up to his and whispered, "We'll continue this later."
"Promise?" I asked, unwilling to relinquish the impish bit.
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Darynda Jones is a good writer and her stories keep me interested and coming back for more. Entertaining and fun.
I absolutely LOVE this series! I was so anxious to read 8th Grave after finishing the 7th and was definitely not disappointed. There were so many emotional highs and lows and even more shocking moments I felt like I was one of the characters instead of just a lucky reader. Anyone who wants to read great story lines that have characters you wish you actually knew and could be a part of, you must read this series!
Life is never dull when you are a pregnant Grim Reaper. Especially when you are married to the son of Satan. Literally. After the devastating revelation about Charlie's father at the end of Seventh Grave and No Body my emotions were all over the place. I'm happy to say that this book starts on more of a happier note as this has jumped 6+ months in the future. Charlie is awaiting the arrival of Beep. Reyes is as sexy as ever but he's being a little sneaky and things are still very scary. Of course, this doesn't stop Charlie from doing what Charlie does and that's basically risking life and limb to help those around her, albeit with a ton of snark. There is a lot going on during Eighth Grave After Dark and while some details are overwhelming (we are talking about a prophecy, people!) it manages to stay emotionally captivating and fresh. Reyes shows yet again that he is one of the most underrated alpha males in UF/PNR. Whenever he is in the room with Charlie, I swear, my heart goes pitter patter. The relationship between him and Charlie is such a catalyst for what is happening and what is to come that I am equal parts anxious, excited, and scared out of my mind to see what happens next. To say that the end of this book left me in DEVASTATION is an understatement. Series as long as Charley Davidson always make me nervous. After 7 books it becomes scary anticipating the 8th one to be just as good, if not better, than the one before it. That fear comes from a place of deep admiration of the story and love of the characters. Charlie, Reyes, Cookie, Uncle Bob, etc. are characters that I have fallen in love with over the course of 7 books and I'm happy to say that Eighth Grave After Dark just reaffirmed those feelings. I had NO clue where this story started going once it started but I'm dying to find out where it will go.
Beep has arrived! And in typical Charley fashion, all plans made for her arrival have been twisted, torn, tossed in the air and challenged – and you couldn’t want it any other way! Picking up eight months after Seventh Grave and No Body, Charley, Reyes and Osh have moved to an historic abandoned convent, on hallowed ground, to keep Charley and Beep safe from the hellhounds. While the early part of the book is relatively slow moving and without a ton of the frenetic action we’ve come to expect, the opportunity to breathe as the story unfolds will be a welcome, if not necessary one, in the grand scheme of things. With Charley having gone against Reyes’ wishes and hired her own PI to find his birth parents, Cookie and Ubie’s wedding – a perfect setting despite her step-monster Denise being omnipresent and desperate to ‘apologize’ for her mistreatment of Charley for her entire childhood, her father appearing to leave a warning, a departed nun appearing regularly and Charley’s FBI friend Kit asking for help with a missing teen, everything is pretty much normal, if quieter than the usual. This won’t last long, however, as Charley notices Mr. Wong has relocated and is now in what they are using for a living room, the departed in her bedroom closet won’t speak – only wail, and there are increasing numbers of departed just standing about in the yard. And while the friction between Osh and Reyes is still there, they aren’t banging one another’s heads together, Reyes isn’t sleeping, and there are moments, frequent moments, when Reyes disappears and Charley can’t get him to explain who (or what) he is planning. With the countdown on Kit’s missing girl coming to a head, Cookie and Bob aren’t on their pre-honeymoon honeymoon but working instead, the people interested in, or a threat to Beep and Charley seem to be increasing exponentially. And then, when following Reyes, and the departed nun, things go left in spectacular, Charley-trademark fashion as a well, two bodies and Beep’s arrival all converge. Not expecting that Denise would step up and help Charley through labor, save Beep from strangulation and bring us to the point of meeting the child destined to be the downfall of Lucifer – just eighteen hours of stasis later and Charley is back to her old tricks, now with Beep in tow. Introducing her to her father, the door that won’t open revealing its secrets, a quick jump through hell to bring forth answers about a missing girl, a threat to Cookie and Amber, the return of the MC club and a showdown between Reyes and Charley that was overshadowed by a big bad – one determined to end Beep and give Charley nightmares about Denise for as long as she lives. Strangely enough, it is Mr. Wong and the hellhounds, along with Osh and his knowledge of her name, her true name, that provides all the difference in this final battle (for this book) and sending Reyes into a tailspin as everyone has no idea just what, or where, Charley will turn next with the new information. Unfortunately, the battles for supremacy aren’t yet over with, and Beep is still threatened and must be protected, but the choices are truly heart wrenching, only the secret that Charley has held for weeks against the wishes of Reyes, could be the only answer. And when a previously departed returns and seems to be involved at the core of the battle, the story takes a twist that is utterly unexpected, and the addition of Reyes’ perspective as a sort of “epilogue’ is wonderful
I really love this series. I can't wait for the next book!
Eighth Grave After Dark is another stellar example of what an amazing author Darynda Jones is. While Charley, Reyes and the ever expanding group dig through the prophecies and wait out the birth of Beep, Charley still finds the time and energy to help others. While her humor and sarcasm always make me laugh out loud, her compassion and love bring tears to my eyes. We learn a lot in Eighth Grave, but there is so much left to come. Waiting for The Dirt on Ninth Grave will be agonizing.
Great.......worth every penny!
Absolutely the best book yet. Thank you for a great read. Charley and Reyes compliment each other so well. Love both of their strengths . How long for the next book to come out? Can't wait!!!
Loved it...and now I will die having to wait for the next installment. The last 50 or so pages had me on the edge of my seat. Wow what a book! Really enjoyed the cases Charley worked on in this book. Loved the story line with the supporting characters.
I loved every moment of this book, and now I'm sad that I have finished it.
Another fantastic read by the wonderful Darynda Jones. Can't wait to see what happens next.
excellent! When is the next one coming out... ? It's hard to wait 6 months... I love this series...
Kind of enjoyable. The snark, as always is there, but this story is a little convoluted. I feel sorry for Charley, this chick just can’t get a break, bad and worse are always happening to her. This so far is my least favorite of the series. Charley has to live in a old convent (sacred ground), has Beep, takes a trip down below, loses Beep, mentally breaks and ends up in Sleepy Hollow, NY, where a really bad and previously dead guy resides. And then we have the “God’s”, turns out Charley is a God, there are ghost gods, seven gods, etc. my head is spinning.
Review: Since I read all of the Charley Davidson in one long run, yes, I had not read any of the series yet, I decided to write one review for the previously released books and one for the last book in the series. First let me say, these are wickedly awesome books! Loved the story line, the writing and the characters. For me it was great to read them all at once and a little sad, since there will not be anymore. One of the things I loved about the books was Charley and her balls to the wall, help whoever, whenever she can attitude. Now that sure got her in lots of trouble, but it was so much fun to read. I loved the snarky witty dialogue and the quotes at the beginning of each chapter cracked me up. Now, it is not all fun and games in this story, there were points when I was crying and points I was on the edge of my seat with the action going on. I have to say on the whole this is one of the best and most well-rounded series I have read where I was not once bored or wanting to put down a book. I am not sure what this Author has coming next, but she has me on the hook for whatever it is. 5 Big Stars for all of the books in the series *I voluntarily read reader copies of each book provided by the publisher for review.*
I have devoured these books! They are fun, suspenseful, scary, sexy and a fast read. I finished the first eight in two weeks!thank goodness I have the app on my phone so every spare minute I can pick it up! Ready to crack the cover on number nine!!
Holy heck!!! I just thought this series had been a wild ride but it is nothing compared to what this book is setting us up for. Wow! So many questions are answered and in the same turn there are more questions. This one has some explosive revelations and in one sweep we are neck deep in more mystery. This author is crazy wicked and the way her brain works kind of scares me. Lol! I’m not going to say more because I refuse to spoiler this for anyone. If you’ve read this far then you’re totally engaged as I am and I suggest you go into this one just as blind as I did. It makes the journey so much better, at least in my opinion. I will say it’s best to start this one when you can invest the most reading time to it because once you get past the first little bit, you are not going to want to stop. P.S. Be prepared to want to jump immediately into book 9!
BOOK BLURB With twelve hellhounds after her, pregnant Charley Davidson takes refuge at the only place she thinks they can’t get to her: the grounds of an abandoned convent. But after months of being cooped up there, Charley is ready to pop. Both metaphorically and literally since she is now roughly the size of a beached whale. Fortunately, a new case has captured her attention, one that involves a murder on the very grounds the team has taken shelter upon. A decades-old murder of the newly-vowed nun she keeps seeing in the shadows is almost enough to pull her out of her doldrums. Charley’s been forbidden to step foot off the sacred grounds. While the angry hellhounds can’t traverse the consecrated soil, they can lurk just beyond its borders. They have the entire team on edge, especially Reyes. And if Charley didn’t know better, she would swear Reyes is getting sick. He grows hotter with every moment that passes, his heat scorching across her skin every time he’s near, but naturally he swears he’s fine. While the team searches for clues on the Twelve, Charley just wants answers and is powerless to get them. But the mass of friends they’ve accrued helps. They convince her even more that everyone in her recent life has somehow been drawn to her, as though they were a part of a bigger picture all along. But the good feelings don’t last for long because Charley is about to get the surprise of her crazy, mixed-up, supernatural life…. My Thoughts 8th book in and WOW what a rush! As cases go the one involving the murdered nun was not supposed to be high risk for Charley, that plan went out the window fairly quickly. The off-grounds case however was the one that tugged the hardest as it hit our PI close to home for many reasons. There were surprises in store for Charley and her readers that absolutely rocked her world as she found herself in certain situations she never expected once again. 1 particular situation was as hilarious as it was serious and luckily it turned out well for all concerned. Along with which it also solved one of the cases the Charley was working on as a by-product. The reveals come fast and furious just like the action in this 8th book. Taking place 8 months after we last last left Charley she is anxious to deliver her daughter and start over with Reyes in a different location that they have found which should keep all three of them safe from harm. In the meantime however living in the abandoned convent on consecrated ground has become a prison sentence rather than the sanctuary the expecting couple were actually striving for. Like previous books Ms. Davidson finds multiple opportunities to imperil herself. The least of which times were particular doozies even for Charley. I again laughed, cried, shook my head, rolled my eyes and finally went along with the flow of information as it came fast and furious across the pages. I will further add that long-time series fans and new readers alike should not miss this book, it was well worth the time spent with the gang of characters that are growing easier to keep up with as each new story dives deeper into their lives. [EArc from Netgalley]
Heart pounding, action packed and emotional adventure filled with danger, dark secrets, unexpected twists in the fight to save our world. Charley and the amazing circle of family/friends she has are in danger once again as they await the arrival of Beep! Loved every exciting moment and looking forward to what is next.
I received a free copy of EIGHTH GRAVE AFTER DARK (Charley Davidson Book 8) by Darynda Jones through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. In this installment, Charley, private investigator and grim reaper, is in seclusion at a convent. Not really in seclusion; she’s just hiding out until she gives birth. Then, she and her husband plan to jet off to a consecrated island that used to be a leper colony. They should be safe there, right? In the meantime, why is there a tax attorney crying in the closet? Why is there a nun trying to lead Charley into the wilderness? Where is FBI agent Kit Carson’s ex-husband’s niece? Will Cookie and Ubie ever get to their honeymoon? What is Charley’s step-monster up to? Oh well, just another day in the life of the shining beacon of death. I highly recommend this series to mature readers who don’t mind occasional bad language and who either enjoy reading or don’t mind skipping sexy-times.
A PAGE TURNER!!! I enjoyed this story a lot. If you've read the previous books in the series you know that when it comes to danger Charley is all up in it and even though she is pregnant Beep does not hinder her detective work. This books has its sweet, funny, dreadful, happy, heartfelt and heart breaking moments. My heart broke for Charley at the end when she had to make one of the hardest decisions she has ever made. It truly broke her. There's danger inside and outside of the house, spies within the circle, enemies become protectors and friends and/or family become enemies. This story seems to bring everything back to the person that caused the most damage to Reyes and his father is not going down with a fight. I can't wait to read the next book in this series to see how things turn out with Charley.
oh NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOO! I didn't expect everything to happen this quickly already! The ending! I get scared when authors do what Darynda did for Charley at the end, especially for a main character. I'm not going to say what, you'll have to read to find out.
Another great book in the Series. I am really quiet obsessed with it at the moment and so I am really glad that I discovered it a bit late this way I don't have to wait ages for the next book to come out. I would recommend you read them in order, even though the Author does a good job of giving a backstory as the book develops but you will miss many of the little subtleties if you do. I love the characters and the storyline and it was filled with action, mystery, some sadness and some steamy romance. I can't wait to see what will happen next.
Like all her books
Alot of action and suspense, full of emotion. Charlie has enough pregnancy hormones for everyone.