Lead me not into temptation.
Follow me instead! I know a shortcut!
Twelve. Twelve of the deadliest beasts ever forged in the fires of hell have escaped onto our plane, and they want nothing more than to rip out Charley Davidson's jugular and serve her body to Satan for dinner. So there's that. But Charley has more on her plate than a mob of testy hellhounds. For one thing, her father has disappeared, and as she retraces his last steps she learns he was conducting an investigation of his own, one that has Charley questioning everything she's ever known about him. Add to that an ex-BFF who is haunting her night and day, a rash of suicides that has authorities baffled, and a drop-dead sexy fiancé who has attracted the attentions of a local celebrity, and Charley is not having the best week of her life. But all of that barely scratches the surface of her problems. Recent developments have forced her to become a responsible adult. To conquer such a monumental task, she's decided to start small. Really small. She gets a pet. But how can she save the world against the forces of evil when she can't even keep a goldfish alive?
A tad north of hell, a hop, skip, and a jump past the realm of eternity, is a little place called Earth, and Charley Davidson, grim reaper extraordinaire, is determined to do everything in her power to protect it.
The print edition includes a bonus chapter not available in the e-book edition.
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Darynda Jones won a Golden Heart and a RITA for her manuscript First Grave on the Right. A born storyteller, she grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike. Darynda lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys.
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I often question my sanity.
Occasionally, it replies.
If the woman howling from the backseat of Agent Carson’s black SUV weren’t already dead, I would’ve strangled her. Gladly. And with much exuberance. But, alas, my ex-BFF Jessica was indeed dead, and ranting on and on about how her death was entirely my fault. Which was so not true. It was only partly my fault. I wasn’t the one who’d kicked her off a seven-story grain elevator. Though I was beginning to wish I had. At least then I would’ve had a reason to listen to her harp ad nauseam. Life was too short for this crap.
After rolling my eyes so far back into my head I almost dislodged them from their sockets, I glanced over at my driver and the owner of said SUV, Agent Carson. Actually, it was FBI Special Agent Carson, but that was way too many syllables, in my book. I’d tried to get her to change her name to SAC—or even FBISAC, since we could’ve called her Phoebe for short—but she’d have none of it. Her loss. No telling how much time she could save if she didn’t have all those syllables to deal with.
Fortunately for SAC, she couldn’t hear Jessica, but the other supernatural entity in the car—one Mr. Reyes Alexander Farrow, the hot hunk of corporeal manliness sitting in the middle seat of the long SUV—most definitely could. It was his own fault, however. He was the one who’d insisted on playing bodyguard ever since we found out a group of hellhounds had escaped from molten gates down under and were on their way to this plane to dismember me.
As a diversionary tactic—since I had the innate ability to visualize my own dismemberment to an alarming degree—I was working on some of the cold cases SAC had asked me to look into, to see if anything caught my eye. And the folder containing an unsolved ten-year-old multiple murder definitely caught my eye.
Well, okay, they all caught my eye, but this one seemed to pull at me. To lure me. It begged to be solved. Five people—two adults and three teens—had been killed one night while preparing to open a summer camp for special-needs kids. They were each stabbed multiple times and found in a sea of blood by another camp supervisor the next morning. Another young girl, the only daughter of the two adults, was never found.
The only real suspect they’d had was a homeless man who scavenged the campsites in the area, stealing food from campers when they went on hikes or slept. But the forensics unit found no evidence linking him to the crime scene. Not a fingerprint. Not a drop of blood. Not a single strand of the suspect’s hair.
And so the case went unsolved. Until now. The FBI had finally wised up and put Charley Davidson on the task of bringing a killer to justice. Because that’s what Charley did. Brought killers to justice. She also found lost dogs, exposed cheating spouses, and tracked down the occasional skip. And she rarely referred to herself in the third person.
I had a few other specialties as well. Mostly because I’d been born the grim reaper. I could see dead people, for one, a fact that helped me solve many a case. Odd how easy it was to solve cases when one could ask the victim whodunit. Not that I could always rely on that natural advantage. Some people didn’t know who’d killed them. That was rare, but it happened. A traumatized brain was a complicated brain. Still, I got good intel most of the time.
In this case, however, the chances of finding the departed just hanging out at the crime scene where they’d died ten years earlier were slim. It was worth a shot either way, which was why I’d agreed to let SAC pick me up at the ungodly hour of 6 A.M. to show me the crime scene firsthand. Along with me, however, came a bit of baggage, and it was sitting in the two backseats. Jessica, my ex-BFF, blamed me for her death. Ad nauseam. Reyes, my affianced, blamed me for his sour mood. I chose to ignore them both.
“The view is gorgeous,” I said as we wound up the Jemez Mountains. The sun was barely clearing the treetops, casting an orange glow over us. The pine and juniper glistened with the early morning dew, their shadows sliding across the window as we drove deeper into the pass. We didn’t see a lot of green in Albuquerque, so the fact that all this lay just an hour away boggled my mind. I loved the Jemez.
“Isn’t it?” SAC agreed.
“My dad used to bring us up here on his motorcycle. But isn’t all this reservation land?” I asked. “How did the FBI get jurisdiction?”
“Tribal law is complicated,” she said, her brown bob swaying as she glanced in her rearview for the hundredth time that morning. But she wasn’t checking for traffic. She was checking on the surly man behind her. “In a case like this, we actually would’ve had jurisdiction, because the campsite isn’t on Pueblo land. Either way, it only makes sense to bring in outside authorities. One of the teens was Native American, which is a whole other issue, but the tribal council was more than happy to have us do the investigation.”
She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her gaze darting again to the rearview. I couldn’t blame her. Reyes was certainly something to look at. Since I could feel emotions radiate off people like others could feel the weather, I felt every infusion of warmth that rushed through her with his nearness. He affected her like hot tea on a winter’s day, but she hid it well. I had to give her kudos for that. She was curious about him but guarded. Since Reyes, dark and dangerous, was an enigma even to me, SAC was smart to be guarded. But there was no denying the raw magnetism, the sensuous allure he unconsciously sent out in sweet, pulsating waves.
Either that or I was ovulating.
No, wait. No chance of that. It was him. A side effect of being created by the most beautiful angel ever to fall from the heavens, forged in the fires of sin and degradation. All the stuff one’s mother warns one about.
I struggled to keep from taking a peek every few seconds myself. But just for good measure, I decided to risk a quick look-see. I took out my phone, flipped the camera for a selfie, and focused it on the man riding in the middle seat. He leaned into one corner, sitting spread-eagle across the seat, one arm thrown over the back of it, watching me from underneath his lashes. Studying me.
I raised my chin a notch, refusing to be affected by his shadowy, brooding gaze. I was just as mad at him as he was at me. For two weeks now, he’d insisted on escorting me everywhere, forgoing his responsibilities at that bar and grill he owned to be my babysitter.
Of course, I was now carrying his baby, and she was kind of a big deal. Destined to save the world and all. So I couldn’t be too angry. And he was damned nice to look at, even when he scowled. In fact, if I were totally honest, that scowl only added to the allure that was Reyes Farrow. Damn it. When I scowled, I looked constipated. Leave it to the son of Satan to turn a scowl into the stuff of fantasies.
It wasn’t like he had a reason to be mad at me, though. Not that mad, anyway. I’d tried to sneak out of the apartment without him, to go on this case with Agent Carson alone and get some one-on-one girl time. I soon found out that was the wrong thing to do. He told me so repeatedly before she’d arrived outside my apartment building entrance, reminding me that the Twelve, aka the aforementioned hellhounds, were hot on my heels. But even if they made it through the void of oblivion that resided between hell and this plane, and even if they did manage to escape into this dimension, they would still have to find me. And demons, even hellhounds, had their limitations on this plane.
So, after a ten-minute lecture that involved Reyes reiterating—repeatedly—and me tapping my foot in impatience, Agent Carson pulled up in her SUV. We’d thrown her when we both climbed into her official vehicle, but I quickly explained that Reyes, my affianced, had separation anxiety.
She took it well. She was supercool like that. Most of the time. There was one exception, when she’d threatened to have me arrested and promised I’d spend the rest of my life in prison if I didn’t cooperate fully. Like I wouldn’t have cooperated without her threats. Besides that one tiny incident—and maybe two more where I’d thought she was going to either shoot me in the face or drop-kick me to China—she was full of marshmallowy goodness. And Reyes seemed to be the campfire that melted her creamy center. She was warm. Really warm. And her warmth was making me warm. Like a lot. I couldn’t be 100 percent, but I was pretty sure we were in the midst of a ménage.
“As if”—Jessica the departed banshee said from the backseat—“that weren’t bad enough, I will never get married. Never! Do you know what that feels like?” Her long red hair shook almost as bad as my hands. Caffeine withdrawal sucked, as evidenced by the quivering of my limbs. But she was vibrating with anger. A vindictive, spiteful kind of rage that turned her hazel irises to a bright shade of green.
Jessica and I had been besties in high school until I made the mistake of telling her not only what I could do—see dead people—but also what I was—the grim reaper. I’d learned that last bit myself only when a robed figure, an incorporeal being I used to call the Big Bad, approached me in the girls’ restroom and told me. That robed figure turned out to be Reyes, I found out a decade later. I had yet to confront him on that. What was he doing in the girls’ restroom in the first place? The perv.
Jessica didn’t handle my admission well. I’d thought her made of kindness and strength before the day she turned on me. Fear transformed her into something I didn’t recognize. Her vehemence, her wrath and betrayal, stole my breath. I cried for days—not in front of her, of course; never in front of her—and sank into a deep depression that took me months to recover from.
When she started showing up at Reyes’s bar and grill, I hadn’t seen her since high school. Lots of women started showing up at the bar and grill when Reyes bought it from my dad. Sadly, Jessica hadn’t changed. She still hated me and took every opportunity to be spiteful and manipulative in front of her friends. When a notorious crime lord mistook her for a close friend of mine and abducted her, holding her hostage to force me to do a job for him, events had not ended well. And I thought she’d hated me before!
So, in a vehicle with four people, three of us were angry. I felt like breaking into a chorus of “One of These Things (Is Not Like the Other),” but I doubted anyone but me would get it, especially since Agent Carson didn’t know the truth about me. And she had no idea there was a departed crazy woman hitching a ride with us before her inevitable trip to hell. Surely she was going to hell. Jessica had not been a nice person. There must be a special, less volcanic portion of hell that was partitioned off and set aside for people who weren’t all bad, just a little vindictive. They could call it the drama queen ward. It would be a huge hit.
Listening to Jessica’s rant about how she was going to be a spinster forever—did people still use that word?—I decided to text my sulking affianced:
Can you do something about this?
He dug his phone out of his pocket, an act that was so bizarrely sexy, it mesmerized me for a solid three seconds, then read my missive. His face remained impassive as he typed.
A second later, my phone chimed.
Why would I do that? It’s getting you hot.
What? I turned and stabbed him with an appalled expression, then typed back, my fingers flying over the keyboard:
Wrong kind of hot, mister. This kind of hot leaves bodies in its wake. It takes no prisoners. It’s very … testy.
“The minute you try to get married,” Jessica continued, her rant a never-ending drone of threats and complaints, kind of like I imagined the life of an IRS agent might be, “I will rip your dress to shreds the night before your wedding day and, and—”
Reyes was apparently getting hot as well. He offered me a quick wink, his ridiculously long lashes making his mocha eyes sparkle in the early morning sun, then tossed a deadly glare over his shoulder. Jessica’s eyes widened at his unprecedented attention, and the yapping stopped immediately. Deciding to pout in silence, she let her fiery red hair fall over her shoulders as she crossed her arms at her chest and stared out the window.
With a satisfied smile, I typed,
I owe you.
Do you take payments?
I have several installment plans. We can hammer out the details when we get home.
My insides jumped in delight. Gawd, it was hard to stay mad at him.
“So, where are you from?” Agent Carson asked Reyes. “Originally?”
I whirled around to face him again, this time pinning him with a warning glare. Carson was an FBI agent, but I was all about stealth. Surely she wouldn’t pick up on my silent threat.
He studied my mouth, not the least bit worried about my warning glare, then said at last, “Here and there.”
I relaxed against the seatback. He didn’t say hell. Thank God he didn’t say hell. It was always hard to explain to friends how, exactly, one’s fiancé was born and raised in the eternal flames of damnation. How his father was, in fact, public enemy number one. And how he’d escaped from hell and was born on earth as a human to be with his true love. As romantic as it all sounded, it was difficult to articulate without garnering a visit from men with butterfly nets.
“You been in Albuquerque long?” she asked him.
Now she was fishing. She knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was. He’d been something of a local celebrity when the state released him from prison for killing the man who’d raised him—raised being an insanely generous term. They’d really had no choice when said man showed up alive and well-ish. Reyes did have to sever his spine, but he was still living and breathing. Through a tube! That was the best part. Still, all the news reports about Reyes’s wrongful conviction were making him pretty popular. Not quite so popular as Heisenberg and Pinkman, but one could hope.
“As long as I can remember,” he said in answer to her question.
“He bought Dad’s bar and grill,” I told her, changing the subject.
“I heard that,” she said. She’d done her homework. She probably knew his shoe size and how he took his coffee.
I started drooling at the thought. It had been several hours since I last had a cup. I’d read a couple of days ago that caffeine was bad for little budding babies and had to psych myself up to quit. I was not going to make it. No way. Nohow. It just would not happen.
“So, you’re adjusting?” she asked Reyes, referring to his life on the outside.
“How about AC?” I asked her, changing the subject again. I’d felt Reyes tense with her prying questions, but she was honestly just curious. Surely he felt that as clearly as I did. Then again, we hadn’t had the greatest morning. Probably best not to push.
“What?” she asked.
“Your name. Special Agent Carson is rather impersonal, considering all that we’ve been through, don’t you think? And you’ve repeatedly thwarted my attempts to change your name to SAC.”
“You’re lucky I caught you. It’s a crime to change someone else’s name without their consent.”
“Details.” I waved a dismissive hand. “What I’m getting at—”
“Kit,” she said, interrupting me.
“Kit?” I asked, rather stunned.
“That’s my first name.”
“Your name is Kit Carson?”
She bit down, her jaw working hard, and said through gritted teeth, “Yes. Is there something wrong with that?”
“No. Not at all.” I rolled it over on my tongue. “I like it. Kit Carson. Why does that sound so familiar?”
“I can’t imagine.”
“So, I can call you Kit?”
“Only if you want to be arrested.”
Her mouth softened. “Just kidding. Of course you can call me Kit. You can call me George if you want to. Anything as long as you stop calling me SAC.”
“I like George, too,” I said, “but I’ve already named Reyes’s shower George. I’m afraid it would get confusing if I ever asked Reyes something like, ‘Did you clean George’s knobs?’” I raised my brows at her. “You see where I’m going with that.”
A light blush crept over her face. “How about we stick with Kit.”
“Works for me.”
“Are you okay?” she asked, and I followed her line-of-sight to my hands.
I knew it. I looked like I was coming off crack. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I just quit caffeine.”
She blinked in surprise several times before recovering. “Ah, well, that would explain the lack of coffee. It’s weird seeing you without a cup in your hand.”
“It feels weird.”
I questioned her with a quirk of my brow.
“Are you going to explain? Why did you, of all people, quit caffeine?”
After a quick glance over my shoulder, I said, “We’re pregnant.”
Kit had a knee-jerk reaction to that bit of news. Like literally. Her knee jerked and hit the steering wheel, sending us careening into oncoming traffic. Or it would have if there’d been any traffic at that moment.
She corrected the wheel, took a deep breath, then said, “No way. For real? You? A mom?”
I gaped at her. “What the hell? I can be a mom. I’m going to make a great mom.”
“Oh,” she said, trying not to look so shocked. “No, you’re right. You’ll make a great mom. You’re going to take classes, though, yes? Learn what it takes?”
“Puh-lease. I so have this. I’m going to buy a goldfish. Try that on for a while. You know, start off small and work my way up to a kid.”
“You’re comparing raising a goldfish to raising a kid?”
“No.” I was getting defensive, even though her gut reaction had been spot on. I could think of no one less qualified to be a mother than moi. “I’m just saying, if I can keep a goldfish alive, surely I can keep a kid alive.”
She stifled a giggle behind a fake cough. That was original. “You do realize there’s more to raising a kid than just keeping it alive?”
“I do indeed,” I said, sounding way more confident than I felt. “Believe you me, I got this.”
“And once you work your way up to a kid, where’re you gonna get the kid? You know, to practice on?”
“I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I was focusing on the goldfish.”
“Ah. Good idea.” She said it, but she didn’t mean it. I could tell.
I turned to look at the trees as Jessica chimed in from the backseat. “That poor child. Having you as a mother? Talk about cruel and unusual.”
Reyes must have shot her another glare, because she shut up. Not sure why he bothered. Jessica was right. And though Agent Carson had been teasing, she still nailed it: I knew nothing about being a mother. The only example I’d ever had was that of a witch in wolf’s clothing, a stepmother who thought more of her begonias than she did of me.
Who was I kidding? This kid was in so much trouble.
A heaviness pressed into me. The same heaviness that had been pressing into me since I first learned of our little bun in the oven. The pregnancy was an accident, of course. We hadn’t been practicing safe sex by a long shot, but who’d have thought Reyes could get me pregnant? He was the son of Satan, for goodness’ sake. I’d just figured it an impossibility.
So, Satan was our daughter’s grandfather. Her father was literally created in hell. And her mother worked part-time as the grim reaper. We were the very definition of dysfunctional, and that was on a good day. I usually saw the gun clip half full, but this was just not a pristine situation. Nothing about her environment would be safe. I caused more trouble than gonorrhea.
My phone chimed. I glanced down at Reyes’s text.
Look at me.
I didn’t want to. He had to feel what I was feeling, and he probably felt sorry for me. Possibly even defensive. But both Kit and Jessica were right.
He sat waiting patiently for me to turn around. I swallowed back my self-doubt and turned to look over my shoulder.
To my surprise, his expression had hardened. He studied me with a crackling storm glittering in the depths of his irises. “Stop,” he said, his voice soft, dangerously soft—so soft, I had to strain to hear him. He reached out and ran a thumb across my lower lip. “Je bent de meest krachtige magere hein ooit en je zou je door meningen van anderen aan het wankelen laten brengen?”
Translation: “You are the most powerful grim reaper ever to exist, and you would let the opinions of others give you pause?”
I raised my chin and tucked a brown lock behind my ear. He’d told me that a dozen times—the most powerful reaper bit—but none of them, not a single reaper who came before me, had ever gotten knocked up. We were breaking new ground here, and he would just have to deal with my insecurities. Normally, no, I would not let the opinions of others give me pause, but I was, after all, still human. At least in part. And being a mother was serious business.
The fact that he was speaking Dutch was not lost on me. It was what he called me: Dutch. What he’d called me from the day I was born. But I’d never heard him speak it, and the beautiful foreign language expressed in his deep, smooth voice felt like warm butterscotch in my mouth.
He lowered his lids and gazed at me, my reaction stirring him. He reached out with his heat, like tendrils of liquid fire, and it washed over me. Pooled in my abdomen. Settled between my legs. They parted involuntarily, as though to give him permission to enter. But now was certainly not the time.
“Stop,” I whispered back, echoing his command.
A dimple appeared at one corner of his mouth. “Maak mij.”
“Make me,” he’d said, the challenge glittering from between his lashes almost my undoing.
“This is it,” Kit said, either oblivious to our flirtations or choosing to ignore them.
Just as she pulled the car onto a dirt entrance to the campgrounds, my phone rang. It was Cookie.
I drew in a deep ration of cooling air as I answered, pretending my affianced was not trying to seduce me. I couldn’t take him anywhere. “Hey, Cook.”
Cookie Kowalski was not only my very best friend on planet Earth, but she was also my receptionist slash research assistant who was darned near becoming a fantastic skiptracer. And she was my neighbor to boot, who cooked a mean enchilada. Like, really mean. Like so hot under its corn tortilla collar that my taste buds tingled for days after eating them—aka, perfect.
“Hey, boss. How’s it going?” she asked.
Normally we had coffee every morning and discussed the day’s business, but I’d left so early, I didn’t get to explain that I couldn’t have coffee with her anymore. And I’d never get to have coffee with her again. The thought sent me into a deep, dark depression, the one where I curled into a ball and sang show tunes to myself. Then I remembered it was only for another eight months or so. Maybe I’d get lucky and the little bun in the oven would pop out a couple weeks early. I’d have to do jumping jacks and run a couple of triathlons when I reached the beached-whale stage. Hurry her along.
“I’m investigating a cold case with Agent Carson. What’s up?”
“Oh, sorry to bother, but your uncle called. He has a case for you.”
Kit pulled up to the main gate, turned off the SUV, and started riffling through her briefcase.
“No bother, but Uncle Bob can bite me. I’m not talking to him.” I was a tad irked at the moment with my uncle, a detective on the Albuquerque police force.
“Okay, but he has a case for you,” she said again, her voice singsong.
“It’s right up your alley. There’s been a rash of suicide notes.”
“That’s not right up my alley. That’s, like, two blocks over from my alley.”
“It is when the people who supposedly wrote those notes are missing.”
I straightened. “Missing? Where’d they go?”
“Exactly,” she said, a satisfied smirk in her voice. “Right up your alley.”
Damn. She had me. I felt rather than saw Reyes smile from the backseat. “We’ll be back in a couple. Fill me in then.”
“You got it.”
We hung up as I took in the area. The sign that used to announce a visitor’s arrival to the Four Winds Summer Camp was now covered with boards that simply said CLOSED with a few NO TRESPASSING signs posted here and there for good measure.
I glanced at Kit. “I’m surprised they’ve kept the camp closed all this time.”
She shrugged. “Would you send your kid to a camp where a mass murder took place?”
“And I guess it’s partly out of respect as well,” Kit continued. She gestured toward the metal gate. “We’ll have to hike it from here. The gate is padlocked and I don’t have a key.”
From our vantage, I still couldn’t see the outbuildings or lake, but I felt a gentle tug from just over the hill. There was certainly something there.
This was going to be tricky. Kit didn’t know anything about my abilities, for lack of a better term. And after my high school fiasco with Jessica, only several of my closests knew. Even with them, I’d kept it to myself as long as I possibly could. So, investigating a crime scene with her so near and nothing else to really distract her could prove sticky, as I tended to talk to dead people.
Hopefully, however, my plan would work. If Reyes was going to tag along, the least he could do was be a distraction. We got out of the SUV and I nodded toward him. He nodded back, albeit reluctantly, and we were officially on a Mission: Impossible episode. I so wanted to dart around humming the theme song, but I didn’t want to add to Kit’s already low opinion of me.
I closed my door and started the hike up the trail to the grounds. Reyes seemed to magically appear beside me, but he didn’t press the issue of my—gasp!—walking away without him. He was just going to have to deal. I needed him to direct Kit’s attention elsewhere if we came upon any departed. I could always use my cell phone, pretend to talk into it when I was actually speaking to a departed, but that got me only so far. Sometimes the situation demanded a more assertive approach. For example, I’d once had to put this guy who died in a convenience store robbery in a headlock. It was really awkward, since there had been several cops standing nearby. I barely escaped a padded cell with that one, but the guy told me what I needed to know, so it was totally worth it.
But for some reason, I didn’t want Kit to see anything like that. She was good people. I didn’t want her to think of me as a raving lunatic. It tended to put a damper on relationships.
We hiked through thick foliage and across overgrown brush to get to a clearing sprinkled with outbuildings and a small lake. The grounds before us, once a thriving summer camp for kids, were now a series of crumbling cabins and neglected vegetation.
“This didn’t happen on Friday the thirteenth, did it?” I asked, noticing a small wooden rowboat in the middle of the lake, completely empty. It rocked gently to and fro. This was way creepier than I’d thought it would be.
“No,” Kit said, walking up behind me.
I strolled to the sunlit clearing, stepping carefully around a patch of prickly pear, and watched as children, all girls, skipped rope, played hopscotch in the dirt, created Jacob’s ladders out of threadbare pieces of string, and fell back in the grass, giggling until their bellies hurt.
The scene reminded me of my childhood. Long before Jessica came around, I’d had a best friend like that. Her name was Ramona. She had skin the color of dark coffee and wore her frizzy hair in two braids that started behind her ears and ended before they touched her shoulders. They stuck straight out to the sides more often than not, and that is one of my most cherished memories. I thought the sun shone just for her. Her laughter warmed me to the deepest depths of my soul.
She was hit by a car while riding her bike to my house when we were seven, but we played together for years afterwards, until she figured I’d be okay if she left. When she crossed through me, I saw the true meaning of love, and I’ve never forgotten it. It wasn’t until I met my current BFF, Cookie Kowalski, that I realized that that kind of love could exist more than once in a lifetime. Philia. A deep, selfless friendship. A loyalty of epic proportions, in which one is willing to sacrifice anything for the other.
And looking at these girls, who’d surely died under tragic circumstances, I saw that kind of love, that kind of closeness, no matter the horrid circumstances that brought them together. They played and skipped and laughed as though their lives were filled with cupcakes and cotton candy.
“It’s sad,” Agent Carson said, taking in the view before us. “Seeing it abandoned like this. Run-down. So utterly lifeless.”
“Explain to me again how many people were killed that night,” I said.
Reyes leaned against a tree and was watching the serene tableau with a gentle smile on his face. I’d forgotten how much he liked kids. Thought they were cool. He would make a fantastic dad. Maybe his longcomings could make up for my short ones once we entered into the sacred realm of parenthood.
“Five,” Kit said. “And one girl disappeared that night. We’ve never found her.”
I nodded. “Any suspects named Jason?”
She scoffed softly. “No, but there was a Mrs. Voorhees on our persons-of-interest list. She had seemed troubled.” Kit gazed at me a long moment as I watched a little girl, quite a bit younger than the rest, take a cautious step closer to us. She had startlingly white hair with a pixie cut that matched her doll-like face, and she wore a dress that fairly exploded in a cascade of powder blue ruffles. Not exactly the attire one wore to summer camp. But one of her most adorable qualities was her ears: They stuck out and curved up a little, and if I believed in elves, I’d swear she was one. Or perhaps she was a tree sprite.
“What?” Agent Carson asked at last, doubt and curiosity in her tone. “Why did you want to know how many were killed when you’ve been over that file with a fine-toothed comb?”
I knelt down, pretending to take a closer look at the ground, as though I were some kind of tracker. I coaxed the elfling closer with a smile. “Just double-checking,” I said, opening a hand out of Kit’s line of sight. Many more had died here than just those five victims. I scanned the grounds again as the elfling made up her mind. At least eight girls played in the field around us. Possibly nine.
The elfling gazed at me, her attention rapt as she took in the bright light that forever surrounded me. Only the departed and a few other supernatural beings could see it. I could not, however, but it was apparently nothing short of amazing.
Reyes knelt beside me, and the elfling took a wary step back. When I looked over at him, he nodded toward the tree line, where another little girl stood in the shadows, hidden almost completely behind a pine. If not for her pale striped shirt and turquoise shorts, I would not have spotted her.
I gestured toward Kit, and he agreed with another nod.
“Can I see the file again?” I asked her.
She handed it to me as Reyes stood. With space between them, the elfling relaxed visibly. She raised a hand in the air and laughed softly at something I couldn’t make out. Her grin was infectious. Reyes and I each wore one quite similar.
“Would you like to see the crime scene?” Kit asked me, beginning to wonder what I was doing.
It was the perfect segue. “Sure. Can you show it to Reyes first? I’ll be there in a sec.”
Kit looked from me to Reyes and then back, not sure what to think. Then, with a shrug, she led him off to the cabins.
The main one, probably the meeting lodge, was the only one with slight remnants of police tape on it. The tattered strips swayed loosely in the soft breeze, stirring the dirt and debris below them. Most of the windows had been broken, and the roof sat slightly askew. Neglect had a way of aging a place.
Free to talk privately, I sobered and winked at the little girl in front of me, who was so utterly fascinated with my light. Before I could get down to business, Jessica materialized beside me. She looked out over the girls. They had stopped what they were doing and were now watching us. Most were merely curious. A couple seemed to withdraw. Those would probably disappear before I could ask them anything.
“What happened?” Jessica asked, astonished.
“We aren’t sure,” I said. “But we’re working on it.”
Another girl, perhaps nine or ten and wearing a seersucker jumpsuit, joined the elfling as she danced and played. Looking as though they were running through sprinklers on a summer afternoon, they laughed and tried to catch particles of my light in their hands, clasping them together midair, then bringing them close to their eyes and peeking inside. Then they would burst into a fit of giggles. While I couldn’t help but laugh with them, Jessica stood confused. Mortified.
“I don’t understand,” she said, her brows drawn in concern. “What happened to them?”
“I don’t know, Jessica.” I thumbed through the file until I came to a news article that included a picture of the homeless man who had frequented the area. The police were taking him in for questioning and someone had snapped a shot. “We’re trying to find that out.” I held the file open to the girls. “Can you answer a few questions for me?” I asked them.
The older one crept forward first. The elfling followed suit.
After pointing out the suspect, I asked, “Is this the man who brought you here? Did he kill you?” It was a horrible thing to say, to have to say, but there was simply no delicate way of putting it. One thing I’d found to be a truth 99 percent of the time was that the departed handled their deaths better than the living did.
The older one leaned in, squinted, then shook her head. But the elfling nodded vigorously.
“That’s not him,” the older one said.
“Is so. Look.” The elfling pointed, but when she did, her finger traced over the news column until it came to a figure in the background. It was a cop or a deputy of some sort, and he was standing off to the side and talking to a woman, possibly a reporter. The photographer had snapped the shot just as the man looked over his shoulder toward the camera.
“Oh,” the older one said. “That is him. He came to my house after school before my mom got home. He said she was in an accident and I had to go with him to the hospital, but we didn’t go to the hospital.”
The elfling bowed her head. “I was at a party and tried to walk home by myself because Cindy Crane threw up. Then I didn’t feel good, so I left. But I got lost. He said he would help me find my mom.” When she glanced up at me with those huge green eyes, my heart constricted. “He was so nice at first.”
I slammed my lids shut. I just didn’t get it. Why was there so much evil in the world? What had any of these precious girls done to deserve such a horrifying fate? I couldn’t help but think of my own daughter, of what she would have to deal with. To face. It was not a pleasant thought.
Forcing myself to keep calm, I took in a deep breath, then continued. “Do you know about the people who were killed here? They were setting up for a summer camp when they were attacked.”
The elfling pointed toward the cabin. “There. They were killed there.”
“Do you know by whom?” I asked.
She pointed to the picture again. To the deputy.
“He brought Vanessa out here,” the older one said. “They saw him.”
Ah, they’d caught him burying one of his victims, so he killed them all. “Do you know where you are buried?”
“Of course,” the elfling said. She pointed to the tree line surrounding the retreat. “We’re over there by that big rock.”
At least I could tell Kit where to look. She would, of course, question everything I told her, but she knew enough about me to follow through anyway. Each one of these girls deserved a proper burial, and their families deserved closure.
“Except for Lydia,” the older one said.
I thumbed through the file again. “Lydia Weeks?” I asked, scanning the notes. “The girl from the camp? They never found her.” I looked up at them.
“Yeah, he took her off somewhere else. She’s not with us. She sticks to the trees mostly.”
That time, they pointed in the opposite direction, at the girl in the turquoise shorts.
“That’s her?” I asked, standing.
I bent to the girls. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
They nodded before trying to catch particles of light again, like dust motes in the sun.
Though Jessica seemed totally distraught, I asked her for a favor. “Would you mind watching them until I get back?”
“What? Me?” She acted as though I’d asked her to shave her head. “I— I can’t— I mean, I don’t know anything about children.”
I winked at her. “Join the club.”
Before heading toward Lydia, I glanced at the cabins. Kit was explaining something to Reyes in front of the main lodge, her back to me. Accepting that as my cue, I took off in a dead sprint, barely catching the glare on Reyes’s face as I put even more distance between us.
Lydia sank farther into the shadows as I neared. At eleven, she was actually a bit older than the other girls in the area. Her brows formed a hard line. She looked part Asian with dark, almond-shaped eyes and straight black hair that hung past her shoulders.
I slowed and eased up to her, afraid she would disappear before I could ask her anything. “Hi, Lydia,” I said. Fighting my already burning lungs and racing heart, I pasted on my best smile and tiptoed closer. “I’m Charley.”
Without uttering a word, she took off in the opposite direction.
“Wonderful,” I said, ducking past a branch and hurrying after her. “I suck at tag. I was always It.” My breaths came in quick, shallow bursts as I tripped on a leaf or something. “I contemplated changing my name to It when I was a kid to make playing tag more ironic.”
She zigzagged past a log for my benefit, then cleared a fallen tree in one graceful leap. I, however, did not. After scraping my shins on the thick bark, I scaled the obstacle instead, huffing and puffing as I jumped over the other side. Before I could rant much more, I caught up to Lydia. She’d stopped running and was staring at the ground. I struggled to get oxygen to my red blood cells as I stumbled forward. When I got closer, I realized there was a distinct impression in the dirt. Leaves and debris had accrued, but on the edge of what looked like a shallow grave were the remains of a small, skeletal hand.
“I’m so sorry, Lydia,” I said between gasps.
“I wanted you to see.”
I knelt down and wrapped my fingers around the bones of hers before looking back at her. “I’ll make sure they find you.”
She nodded, tears threatening to spill over her lashes.
I wanted to tell her she could cross through me, she could be with her parents who’d died that night—but a growl, low and guttural, caught my attention. Alarm raced up my spine and over my skin as my gaze darted from one shadow to the next. “Is that a bear?” I asked. “I hope that’s not a bear.”
Lydia’s expression had changed. She looked at me worriedly. “I shouldn’t have brought you here. I’m sorry. I just wanted you to see.”
I stood. “I know, honey. It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. It was selfish of me.” She lowered her head.
“Not at all,” I said, my voice stern.
Her mouth forming a lovely pout, she whispered, “You should know, they were summoned.”
I put a hand on her arm and leaned closer. “Who, sweetheart? Who was summoned?”
She cast a worried glance over her shoulder. “The monsters.” The growl grew louder as she spoke. “They were summoned. All twelve of them.”
I stilled, my thoughts snagging on the word twelve. I straightened and whirled around, looking for the hellhounds, the beasts who’d escaped eternal damnation to frolic on earth. And to rip me limb from limb.
Before I could ask any more questions, she whispered to me once again. Her words curled around me like dark, ethereal smoke as she said, “You should run.”
Copyright © 2014 by Darynda Jones
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I am going to claim a spoiler alert, but only for those of you who haven't been keeping up on this awesome series. If you are up to date with Charley and her shenanigan's, then it should be no problem for you! Charley's story picks up right where she left off in Sixth Grave on the Edge.............she's pregnant. And in Charley fashion, we are calling the baby B.E.P., (short for Black Eyed Pea), but pronounced Beep, lol.....gotta love her! This adventure is about Charley trying to find a way to kill the 12 without getting killed herself, or that gorgeous fiance Reyes either. Knowing how deadly they are, Charley is more determined than ever to find out who summoned them and why. Well, it's without saying we know the answer, but Charley wants a confession 'cause that's how she rolls. All of the characters we know and love are present and accounted for; Rocket, Blue, Strawberry Shortcake, The Dealer, Garrett, Cookie, Amber, Artemis, Angel, Quentin, Gemma, Uncle Bob, and even her annoying ex-bestie Jessica! For Pete's sake the girl doesn't know when to just go away, and Jessica really knows how to make Charley's Barbara hurt! This crazy (and that term is literal for Rocket!) bunch Charley calls "family" joins forces to A) Keep Charley and Beep safe, and B) find out how to kill the 12. Now, you know Charley can't just oh, focus on saving the world, no! She also takes a case from Father Glenn about a haunted house, helps Ubie try to solve a string of suicides that they think are not really suicides, help a dead girl find out who and why someone stole her body from her grave, investigate her father to see what he is investigating, find out how to kill the 12, and kill them, help Garrett recover a "sample" for DNA testing on his exes baby 'cause he looks an awful like Garrett, all while dealing with major grief from Fred and Barbara for quitting caffeine cold turkey! Let me just say that this book doesn't lack in comedy, action, or emotion. It is so endearing to be witness to the love that Charley and Reyes feel for each other and Beep. There are tear jerking moments between them in the book but in a good way that makes me love them even more. I want Lego sized versions of them to keep with me at all times! Then there are Cookie and Uncle Bob. They are so cute with each other, but Charley has conflicting tenderness and gag-me reactions to their displays. As we go through this new journey with Charley and her gang of misfits, more of the puzzle is unraveled, and truths are revealed. Reyes has always told Charley she could do anything she wanted, she just didn't know how true that statement was. The revelations at times are jaw dropping, heart pounding and filled with adrenaline moments that kept me on my toes in anticipation of what would happen next! You will be taken closer to finding out who and what Charley really is, more than you ever have in the past!
I so love Charley and Reyes and the whole gang really. I just started this series this year and I already want to re-read it. Last book left me wanting a little, but I was happy to see all the magic was back for book seven. This was a fun read and the world just keeps getting richer and more complex as we go. A lot went down in this book for Charley personally and we spent less time on her cases, they even felt almost like an afterthought in the story. It feels as if we are on the edge of a major moment in this series and I am so thankful the next book comes out in May. Any longer of a wait then that and I might have a fit, not really….well maybe a small one. Great movement on the relationship front with Charley and Reyes. I like how the author is moving them forward. We are not stuck in an endless dating cycle, but things still are not perfect H.E.A either. They still have issues and are working out the boundaries of their life together. Both of them have issues and need the time to grow. I wish that could have been done without throwing a baby into the mix, but oh well it often happens in stories. The baby is changing the story though and I hope it doesn’t take things too far. I fell for Charley and Reyes I don’t want everything to revolve around a kid, even thought that looks like the way it is going. Lots of development in the supporting cast of characters too. Love Cookie and Ubie together, they are such a great match. Situation with her father is sad, but not resolved yet and I look forward to seeing what happen there. I am also digging the character Osh, or the Dealer as he was referred to before. I hope there is more to come for him, and I would love to learn more about his history. Also some interesting development with Cookie’s daughter, Rocket and Jessica. All of these players are coming together to form an incredible team to stand at Charley’s back in this fight against evil. The battles yet to come are going to be amazing, especially if Charley grows to understand and unleash her powers. I don’t want to spoil it for anyone, but Ms. Jones did an excellent job again. Her trademark humor, wit and ability to take us from tears to stitches in a single page was there in all its glory. This series started off as a bit of fun fluff, but has developed into so much more. There is real complexity here and a great story of good vs evil and doing the right thing no matter the cost.
Book seven jn this fabulous series includes several little mysteries for Charley to investigate while trying to evade the hounds of Hell. Loved how all the characters were together throughout the majority the book. Cliffhanger left me dying for the next installment!
Seventh Grave picks up right where the previous book leaves off. Charley is preggo with baby girl aka: Beep who is destined to defeat Reyes father in the big final showdown. Needless to say gramps is not pleased and has sent the Twelve to kill Charley and Beep. Even though she's being hunted, Charley is still running around trying to solve cases and look for her missing dad while also being harassed by her deceased ex bff, Jessica. Annnd... to make all this craptastic hellhound danger worse, she decides to give up drinking coffee because the caffeine is bad for Beep. Yes, you heard me, CHARLEY DAVIDSON IS GIVING UP COFFEE. The horror! Needless to say it does not go well, lol, and I cringed alongside of her as she went through the horrendous withdrawal symptoms. Reyes is his usual smexilicious, panty melting self and I just adore how fiercely he loves Charley. They are both keeping secrets from each other which makes for some conflict as they adjust to the idea of being parents and deal with the threat from the twelve. Charley learns more about her powers that she wields (mostly) from the Dealer that we met in the previous book and we also learn a little more about Mr. Wong. The Dealer is one of my new favorite characters and he plays a big part of the book, I am very much looking forward to seeing more of him. Cookie freaking rocks!! She is the best best friend ever and I just adore her and Ubie together. The storyline was flawless and I was on a roller coaster ride with my emotions while reading, hilarious moments that had me cracking up one minute, then some super sweet moments as well as a heartbreaking death that I was totally not expecting. So far we've just dealt with Hell and demons but we get a sneak peak of the inhabitants of Heaven and they are not too happy with what Charley has been up to lately. I'm so excited to see what comes next that I'm going to be on pins and needles waiting for Eighth Grave After Dark to come out!! So go, grab your copy as soon as possible! For a fast paced read with a kick ass heroine and a scrumptiously sexy hero, I totally recommend reading Seventh Grave! *I received a copy from the publisher through the first reads program in exchange for an honest review
NUMBER OF HEARTS: 4 1/2 REVIEW: As always Charley is on the case and you know when Charley has a case she runs first and thinks later. But this time there is a lot more on the line then just Charley. Humor,Tension,Trust ,Tears These are all the emotions that I felt while reading Seventh Grave and No Body. Seventh Grave was another great adventure for Charley, Reyes and crew. There were so many high’s and low’s in this book it was a real rollercoaster. Oh my goodness there is so much that I could tell you. But I don’t want to give you any spoilers. So let me leave you with this. Charley is Charley and kicks some serious ass in this story. Reyes is as always smoking hot and AWESOME!! (oh and the sexy time is yum-o) Cookie is one tough Cookie. So don’t mess with what is hers. Osh... well you will just have to read to find out more. (I have some guesses about this person and really need to send Darynda a few questions) Ubie is funny on drugs. Beep............... If you are a Charley Davidson fan you will LOVE this book. If you are not a fan yet. You really have to read this series in order. There is way too much history for you to just pick up book 7 so please take the time to read the whole series. I can’t wait to see what Darynda has in store for us next. Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy of the book from NetGalley & St. Martins in exchange for an honest review. This review is my own opinion and not a paid review.
So – quick catch-up: Cookie and Ubie are FINALLY a ‘thing’ and Amber is far more amazing than anyone ever thought. Garrett is still working on the translation, the hell-hounds are stalking, Charley’s father has gone incommunicado, someone is stealing bodies from the graveyard, Charley has ‘quit’ caffeine because of Beep, Reyes and Osh (the daeva) are working out their differences while trying to protect Charley from the hell hounds and herself, ok – mostly herself. Oh – and in preparation for Beep’s arrival – her baby with Reyes, she’s sprung out for a goldfish, named Belvedere, and finds herself unduly (and unusually) beset by jealousy when a television reporter, a few ants short of a picnic, start repeatedly appearing to gaze at and hang on Reyes. When you add in the spectre of Jessica, her former and last best friend from childhood, constantly talking and berating her, things are more than crowded around for her attention. Far more involved with the over-arcing storyline of Charley and Reyes – and their fight for the world, this one has only a minor appearance of the PI gig, mostly because Charley is desperate to find her father and Ubie is working on a case of missing people – suicide notes with no bodies, and at this point, her visit with Rocket left her with the understanding that one of the missing is still alive, and then… the hellhounds. Fortunate to get out of the asylum with minor injuries, and most of the damage done to Reyes and Osh, and some to Garrett, they are all hoping to get some real answers from the German scholar who is working on the pages Garrett found: while Reyes and Osh have some idea of the ‘what’ the hellhounds are, and how they were created, they don’t know who summoned them (or if they do, they haven’t shared that info) or just how to stop them – because, of course they don’t just die - they keep coming back because they are built with a single purpose. As with most of Charley’s world, she’s essentially fearless until nearly too late – much of what she learns about her powers and how to wield them is a spur of the moment thing, fortunately she’s usually driven by good intentions, so it often works out to pull her from the brink at he last possible moment. The questions come later, and with an often close-mouthed Reyes, and Osh who seems to appreciate needling him, her questions in this book seem to have few answers, as everyone seems to be a little lost. Overriding all of her instincts to help, to sort things out however is he worry about parenting Beep (now the size of a black eyed pea -hence the name) and the trial run with Belvedere. She’s starting to get a feel for it all with Amber, and seeing just why (and how) Cookie and Amber, Osh and even Garrett have come into her life – and with Reyes out of the frame for yet another series of murders, Ubie on the mend and new questions abut her father – there’s more to be revealed as we continue on this laugh out loud journey. You need to start at book one and take each of these books in order – fortunately there are twelve with the thirteenth to be released in January… it’s well worth the time. Just bring plenty of cold drinks for Reyes and Charley will create some serious steam along the way. I received an eBook copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
The best series I've read in a few years! !! CAN'T WAIT TO READ MORE! Love all her books, one of my favorite writers for sure !!!!!
Love it, however, the book is too short, only like 300 pages.
Charley Davidson Book Seven. Completely dependent on previous books to understand the story. Charley is expecting and in caffeine withdrawal. Ubie has asked her to look into the supposed suicides of three missing persons. A girl comes to her about her own missing body and Jessica is now haunting her from beyond. Charley must solve all of these problems while keeping her fiance from locking her down in seclusion until their daughter is born. Looking for the next story in the fabulously funny and ridiculous Charley Davidson series? Well it's here, and so are they...
Things are really heating up! *Book source ~ Library Things are getting hairy. Not No-shav-ember hairy, but dangerous hairy. Charley Davidson, Private Investigator, consultant to the APD, fiancée to the son of Satan and grim reaper extraordinaire is having a bad week. But that’s nothing new for Charley. She’s used to things going to Hell in a hand basket around her, but that’s never stopped her from solving cases for clients, the police and the FBI. However, she’s never had the Twelve after her before. Talk about putting a crimp in her style. There’s a lot at stake, but nothing and no one stops Charley from helping people. Ohmygawd! I love this series so much! Each and every book is a delight with everything I love in a book: paranormal, steaminess, humor, mystery, intrigue, steaminess, excellent characters, terrific world and steaminess. I will say that Charley does frustrate me at times when it seems as if she’s being too stupid to live. However, it has finally dawned on me (it only took 7 books) that Charley is smarter than people give her credit, myself included. She doesn’t secretly have a death wish even it seems so at times and while she doesn’t always think things all the way through, she can think quickly and on the fly. Plus, she’s coming more and more into her powers and getting closer to figuring out what everything means. It helps that there’s more info about what the prophecy means. Man, Darynda Jones is so stingy with this information. I must have this information! Crimes are solved, people get hurt, people die, dead people show up, power gets thrown around, The Dealer is around a lot, the Twelve are badass, the mystery of Mr. Wong still hasn’t been answered, but Garrett’s paternity issue gets settled. So much goodness, so many feels! Wow! Now, the wait for book 8 begins. *taps foot impatiently*
Let me start off with saying I love the series...however...in this book Charlie has fallen into the time old folly of most female heroines..why is it when they are told...dont go out alone...a hellhound is after you and Reyes is the only one who can help...what does she do? Go off alone in a temper tantrum like a child. It was so annoying i almost put it down. I have never understood the whole premise of doing the exact opposite of what you are told will keep you alive because you are in a snit...i dunno...she just seemed a little childish in this one, but that having been said i am still very much enjoying the book.
I have read all of this series up to date and can't wait for the next. It is an emotional roller coaster ride between ghosts, demons and of course Raezal her lover. This is a must read but please start with the first one.
Will make you laugh and cry!! One of the best books of the series!
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.*
Seventh in this series and so far my favorite. These book have a tendency to spin out, this one actually, kind of, made sense. There is the snarky humor we always expect from Charley and the back wash of side stories, that are always included in these books. There is laugh out loud humor in this one. I always wonder how one person/reaper/god can have so much heart ache and turmoil but still be positive and good. Fun, good read.
Holy crap! With each book things amp up but by the end of this one, it feels like the world is in danger of exploding. I’m left wide eyed and a little worried about Charley and her abilities. There is just so much revealed here in little increments but with huge repercussions. I keep swearing I’m going to take a break from this series but I absolutely cannot. I am totally invested in this story and how it’s all going to play out. Be prepared dear readers. This one is going to blow you away! I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book provided by NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
Loved this thrilling, fun and heart pounding adventure filled with danger, excitement and passion... this crazy adventure begins where the last one left off... Loved it! Charley and her people are in for the fight of their lives as they get closer to the coming war. So excited to read the next book and find out what happens next.
Book Info Hardcover, 322 pages Published October 21st 2014 by St. Martin's Press ISBN 1250045649 (ISBN13: 9781250045645) Edition Language English Series Charley Davidson #7 Characters Charley Davidson, Reyes Farrow, Cookie Kowalski setting New Mexico (United States) Other Editions (13) Source:Netgalley EARC Buy book from Amazon B&N BOOK BLURB Twelve. Twelve of the deadliest beasts ever forged in the fires of hell have escaped onto our plane, and they want nothing more than to rip out the jugular of Charley Davidson and serve her lifeless, mangled body to Satan for dinner. So there’s that. But Charley has more on her plate than a mob of testy hellhounds. For one thing, her father has disappeared, and the more she retraces his last steps, the more she learns he was conducting an investigation of his own, one that has Charley questioning everything she’s ever known about him. Add to that an ex-BFF who is haunting her night and day, a rash of suicides that has authorities baffled, and a drop-dead sexy fiancé who has attracted the attentions of a local celebrity, and Charley is not having the best week of her life. A tad north of hell, a hop, skip, and a jump past the realm of eternity, is a little place called Earth, and Charley Davidson, grim reaper extraordinaire, is determined to do everything in her power to protect it. We’re doomed. My Thoughts Have Mercy on the world, Charley Davidson without a caffeine fix is a deadly combination! After numerous brushes with courting death you would think our reckless PI had perhaps learned to "look before she leaped", or perhaps not. From the get-go Charley Davidson has been hell-on-wheels and recent life changes on her part have not slowed this Reaper down in the least. If anything it seems to have made her even more determined to "tempt fate" instead. With old allies and new Charley manages to unearth the truth and solve cases that have lain in the archives for years. The frustrations that lead FBI Special Agent Carson and Police Detective Robert Davidson to seek her help pays off in spades for both as not only are the cases closed but justice is finally served for the multiple victims. However, all is not wine and roses for Ms. Davidson as finally the prophesy regarding the imminent appearance of the mysterious Twelve has come to pass. The deadly beasts which are unleashed on Charley, Reyes and the others prove to be elusive as well as nigh unstoppable each time they are engaged in battle. Charley once again experiences a giant leap in her Reaper powers, a leap that proves helpful if not totally what will save she and her friends at the end of the day. In this 7th installment there are multiple plot twists once again that keep readers guessing and totally enthralled with the action. Like others have stated before me there is never a dull moment in Charley's world as the bodies pile up, the mysteries thicken, the antagonists take she and her fellow fighters on again and again as the end of the book draws near the readers emotions are heightened to the breaking point. A new development that is unearthed early on is the cause of a death that no one saw coming and nearly breaks Charley when she learns the truth that she is the reason it happened. Just like the others before it this book ends on a cliffhanger which will shock readers to their core and leave them wanting book 8 immediately! [EArc from Netgalley]
I received a free copy of SEVENTH GRAVE AND NO BODY (Charley Davidson Book 7) by Darynda Jones through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. In this installment, Charley, private investigator and grim reaper, is being haunted by a childhood enemy who, prior to dying, was sort of stalking Charley’s fiancé. Said fiancé has been stalking Charley because twelve hellhounds have been sent to destroy her. Oddly enough, said fiancé also appears to now be open to advances by a local reporter. Charley’s uncle asks her to help him with investigating a series of missing people who left behind suicide notes. Charley’s dad goes missing, and a distraught teenager begs Charley to find her body. 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.
Wow! I didn't expect the things to happen in the last chapter!!! Every last chapter of each books so far have me "mind blown." I'm also loving the movement storylines on the side characters. Darynda know how to balance out each characters spotlight.
3.5 STARS!!! I'm actually surprised that I didn't enjoy this book as much as I did the previous books in this series. It wasn't a bad read but I definitely expected more after reading previous books. This story was filled with mystery, suspense and loads of laughs but I found this story slower than the others. Reyes is even more protective than before and I absolutely love the back and forth banter between him, Charley and even Cookie. One thing this story does not disappoint in is the laughs that comes with these books but I'm ready for more. I also would like for Charley to listen more and stop putting herself in danger but I guess if her character did that, it wouldn't be her. She is danger prone and get in some of the worst situations. This wasn't one a five star read for me but I definitely look forward to reading the next book in the series.
This installment was just ok for me. Wasn't holding my interest as much.
I just really like this series and I have been speed-reading it since I discovered it about a month ago. I like the characters and the storyline and there is always plenty of mystery, humor, action and of course some steamy romance. Even thought the Author does a great job in providing a backstory for those readers who might jump into the series in the middle, which is what happened to me, but I would recommend that you read them in order, because usually there is so much going on that one would miss a lot of the little subtitles that are happening in each book. I can't wait to see what will happen next and I am so happy that I have the next book already lined up. A great twist to the paranormal genre.
Love this series
Seventh Grave and No Body is book seven in the Charley Davidson series. In case you don't remember or aren't familiar with the series, Charley Davidson is a PI that is also a grim reaper. She helps the departed cross over while also helping the local police department solve cases. Mix in that she's engaged to the hunky son of Satan and you have a must read on your hands. We stay pretty busy with Seventh Grave and No Body, so I'll just dive right in. Charley is helping the police on a case where multiple people are turning up missing and suicide notes that are eerily similar are showing up in their place. The police suspect foul play, but with one after another going missing they turn to Charley to help solve the case. On the paranormal aspect, we have some nasty creatures dubbed "the twelve" that Satan or someone in his stead has sent after Charley and her friends. They're trying to figure out who was behind summoning the twelve and how to best them without someone dying. They're big, bad and want nothing more than to kill Charley. That's not all though, Charley's Dad is missing and it looks like he was running an investigation on something relating to Charley. This novel is jam packed full of things for our leading lady to figure out and my emotions were going everywhere while reading. Seventh Grave and No Body is a fast paced addicting addition to a series I adore. With the sass and snark of the leading lady and her BFF and all the paranormal action and adventure this series is seriously a must read. Plot-wise this is one of the major books in the series. We have multiple story arcs going on in this installment including one that will change the course of the series overall. DJones manages to weave all of these together so perfectly that it just leads to a delightful read. I'll be interested in seeing where it goes though. All in all, if you're a fan of Urban Fantasy and Romance, you have to pick this series up.