Sometimes I wrestle my demons. Sometimes we just snuggle.
Most girls might think twice before getting engaged to someone like Reyes Farrow—but Charley Davidson is not most girls. She’s a paranormal private eye and grim reaper-in-training who’s known to be a bit of a hell-raiser, especially after a few shots of caffeine. Her beloved Reyes may be the only begotten son of evil, but he’s dark and sultry and deeply sexy and everything Charley could hope for. Really. But when the FBI file on Reyes’ childhood happens to land into her lap, she can’t help herself: She opens it...and then the real fun begins. First, Charley finds a naked corpse riding shotgun in her car. Then, a man loses his soul in a card game. Throw in a Deaf boy who sees dead people, a woman running from mobsters, and a very suspicious Reyes, and things can’t get any worse for Charley. Unless, of course, the Twelve Beasts of Hell are unleashed…
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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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Sixth Grave on the Edge
By Darynda Jones
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2014 Darynda Jones
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A blank is the only thing I draw well.
"A girl, a mocha latte, and a naked dead man walk into a bar," I said, turning to the naked dead man sitting in my passenger seat. The elderly naked dead man who'd been riding shotgun in my cherry red Jeep Wrangler, aka Misery, for two days now. We were on a stakeout. Sort of. I was staking out a Mr. and Mrs. Foster, so I was definitely on a stakeout. No idea what Naked Dead Man was on. Considering the fact that he looked about 112, probably blood thinners. Cholesterol medication. And, judging from the state of his manhood, which I couldn't stop seeing every single time I turned toward him, Viagra. If I were to hashtag that moment, my status would read something like #impressed.
I gave him two thumbs up, then looked back at the house again, happy to be sitting in Misery. The Jeep, not the emotion. I'd just picked her up from the car hospital two days earlier. She'd had several surgeries to fix her broken girlie bits because a raving lunatic rammed into her. He'd knocked her into a state of mangled disrepair and me, as I was in the driver's seat at the time, into a state of oblivion. I stayed in that state long enough for Mr. Raving Lunatic to cart me off to a deserted bridge to kill me. He failed and died in the process, but Misery had paid a high price for his nefarious machinations. Why did bad guys always try to hurt the ones I loved?
And this one had succeeded. Misery was hurt. Bad. No one wanted to work on her. Said she couldn't be saved. Said to give her over to the scrap yard. Thankfully, a family friend with a body shop and a few incriminating photos, which just happened to have found their way into my possession, agreed with great reluctance to try.
Noni kept her for two long weeks before calling to tell me that he'd almost lost her a couple of times, but she'd pulled through with flying colors. When I got the green light to go pick her up, I tore out of my apartment so fast, I left a dust trail behind me, along with a flummoxed best friend, who'd been telling me about the couple in 3C. They were apparently newlyweds, if their energy to do it — her words — all night every night was any indication. I hurried back to her, however, because I didn't have a car and I needed a ride.
When we picked up Misery, Noni tried to tell me everything he'd had to do to her to get her up and running, but I held up a hand to stop him, unable to bear it. This was Misery he was talking about. Not some random Wrangler off the streets. This was my Wrangler. My best friend. My baby.
Holy cow, I needed a life.
I had to hand it to Noni, though. Misery was good as new. Better than I was, anyway. Ever since that night, I'd been having problems sleeping. I suffered from debilitating nightmares that left me screaming into my pillow, and I jumped every time someone dropped a feather.
But at least Misery was okay. Like, really okay. It was weird. Her cough was gone. Her sluggish response time was no longer an issue. Her reluctance to wake up in the mornings as she sputtered in protest every time I tried to fire all engines was nonexistent. Now she started on the first try, no groaning or whining, and she purred like a newborn kitten. How Noni had managed to fix her insides as well as her outsides I'd never know, but the guy was good. And Noni was my new best friend. Well, after Misery. And Cookie, my real best friend. And Garrett, my kind of, sort of best friend. And Reyes, my ... my ...
What was Reyes? Besides the dark and sultry son of evil? My boy toy? My love slave? My 24/7 booty call?
He was all those things, but he was also my almost fiancé. All I had to do was say yes to the proposal he'd written on a sticky note, and he would be my fiancé for reals. Until then, however, he was my almost fiancé.
No, my soon-to-be fiancé.
No! My nigh fiancé.
Yeah, that'd work.
I turned back to the naked dead man, stuffed a couple of Cheez-Its into my mouth, and confessed my latest sin.
"I'm just kidding," I said through the crackers, regretting the fact that I'd tempted him and now had no follow-up. No punch line. "I don't know any 'girl, mocha latte, dead man' jokes. Sorry to get your hopes up like that." He didn't seem to mind, however. He sat staring straight ahead as always, his gray eyes clouded and watery with age, oblivious of my charm, my clever repartee, and my intellectual wit. He was ignoring me!
"Cheez-It?" I offered him.
"Okay, but you have no idea what you're missing here."
I could only hope that one day he'd actually talk to me; otherwise, this was going to be a very one-sided relationship. I dusted Cheez-It gunk off my hands and went back to a drawing I'd been working on. Since he didn't talk, I had no way of finding out his identity. And in my attempt to avoid eye contact with Naked Dead Man's penis over the last couple of days, I'd also avoided several key clues as to said identity. First, he had a long scar that ran from under his left arm, over his rib cage, and down until it ended at his belly button. Whatever had caused it couldn't be pleasant, but it could be vital in identifying him. Second, he had a tattoo on his left biceps that looked very old-school military. It was faded and the ink had spread, but I could still make out an eagle with its talons gripping a United States flag. And third, right underneath his tattoo was a surname, presumably his: ANDRULIS. I'd taken out my memo pad and pen and was drawing the tat, since I had yet to find a camera that could photograph the departed.
I did my darnedest to draw the tat while simultaneously balancing the Cheez-It box against the gearshift, within arm's reach, and keeping an eye on the Fosters' house. Sadly, I sucked at two out of three of those tasks. Mostly at drawing. I'd never gotten the hang of it. I failed finger painting in kindergarten, too. That should have been a clue, but I'd always wanted to be the next Vermeer or Picasso or, at the very least, the next Clyde Brewster, a boy I'd went to school with who drew exploding walls and houses and buildings. No idea why. Alas, my destiny did not lie within the lines of graphite or the strokes of a paintbrush, but at the whim of dead people with PTDD: post-traumatic death disorder.
Oh, well. It could have been worse. Clyde Brewster, for example, ended up in prison for trying to blow up a Sack-N-Save. Thankfully, he was better at art than at demolitions. He'd asked me out several times, too. #Dodgedabullet.
"I know you're not really into baring your soul," I said, eyeing Mr. Andrulis's bare, naked soul, "figuratively speaking, but if there's anything you want or need, I'm your girl. Mostly because not many people on Earth can see you."
I added a shadow on the eagle's face with my blue ink pen, trying to make it look noble. It didn't help. It still looked cross-eyed.
"And those who can see the departed usually see only a gray mist where you might be. Or they'll feel a rush of cold air when you walk past. But I can see you, touch you, hear you, pretty much anything you."
Maybe if I added highlights on its beak, it would look more like an eagle and less like a duck.
"My name is Charley."
But I was using a pen. I couldn't erase. Damn it. I had to think ahead. Real artists thought ahead. I'd never get into the Louvre at this rate.
I tried to scratch off some of the ink, bracing the memo pad against my steering wheel. I tore a tiny hole in the paper instead and cursed under my breath.
"I'm the grim reaper," I said from between gritted teeth, "but don't let that bother you. It's not as bad as it sounds. I'm also a private investigator. That's not as bad as it sounds either. And I shouldn't have given your eagle eyelashes. He looks like Daffy Duck in drag."
Giving up, I wrote the name underneath the eagle-ish-type drawing, consoling myself with the fact that abstract art was all the rage before pulling out my phone and snapping a shot of my masterpiece. After angling it this way and that, trying to get the focus just right, I realized the eagle looked better when turned on its side. More masculine. Less ... water fowl.
I saved the best one and deleted the rest as a car pulled up to the Foster house. A nervous thrill rushed up my spine. I put down my pen and memo pad and took a sip of my whipped mocha latte, forcing myself to calm as I waited to see who was driving the gold Prius. I was spying on the Fosters, who lived in a modest neighborhood in the Northeast Heights, because I'd been asked to by a friend of mine. She was a special agent with the FBI, like her father before her, and this had been his case, one of the few that went unsolved under his watch. I was trying to help her solve it, though solving might be a strong word. If my hunch was correct, and I liked to think it was, I had insider information that my friend's father was never privy to. Mr. Foster owned an insurance company, and Mrs. Foster ran the office of a local pediatrician. And approximately thirty years ago, their son was taken from them, never to be seen again. I was about 100 percent certain I knew what happened to him.
I eased forward and pressed against the steering wheel, angling for a better look at the driver when my aunt Lil's voice wafted toward me from the backseat.
"Who's the hottie?" she asked, her blue hair and floral muumuu solidifying around her as she materialized in my rearview.
I tossed a wink over my right shoulder. "Hey, Aunt Lil. How was your trip to Bangladesh?" "Oh, the food!" She waved a hand extravagantly. "The people! I was in heaven, I tell ya. Not literally, though." She cackled in delight at her joke.
Aunt Lil had died in the '60s, a fact she'd only recently discovered. So, she couldn't have actually eaten or interacted with the native population. At least, not the living native population. I'd never thought about her visiting the departed when she traveled. Now, that would be fascinating.
She hitched a thumb toward my newest friend and wriggled her penciled brows. "You gonna introduce us?"
The garage door rose and the driver pulled inside but didn't close the door. It gave me hope. I just wanted a glimpse. A tiny peek.
"He's not very talkative," I said, squinting for a better view when the driver's-side door opened, "but I think his last name is Andrulis. It's on his tattoo."
"He's got some ink?" She leaned forward and spotted Mr. A's package. It was hard to miss.
"Good heavens," she said, her eyes rounding in appreciation.
Before I could get a look at the driver, the garage door started closing. "Darn," I whispered, tilting my head in unison with the descending door until it completely blocked my view.
I'd seen a woman's foot as she stepped out of the car before the door closed completely. That was about it.
"He's certainly been blessed," she said.
I laid my head against the steering wheel and expelled a loud breath as disappointment washed over me. I'd been handed a file that could hold many answers to the puzzle that was Reyes Alexander Farrow, my nigh fiancé, and the Fosters were a big piece of the puzzle. Their first son had been kidnapped while napping in his room. Because there was never a ransom demand and no witnesses, the trail went cold almost immediately despite a massive search and public pleas from the parents. But the FBI agent assigned to the case never gave up. He'd always believed there was more to the case than just a kidnapping. And so did his daughter. We'd worked a couple of cases together in the past. She knew about my rep for solving difficult crimes, and she'd asked me to look at this cold case that had been the bane of her father's existence.
And that was the day that Reyes Farrow's kidnapping fell into my lap. He was the child who had been abducted almost thirty years prior. I glanced down at the file stuffed between my seat and the console. So much potential there. So much heartache.
"Don't you think?"
I blinked back to Aunt Lil. "Think what?"
"That he's been blessed."
"Oh, yeah, I do." I couldn't help another glance. "But it's just so ... there. So unavoidable." I tore my gaze away and pointed to his tat. "So, the name Andrulis. Does that ring any bells?"
"No, but I can do some investigating. See what turns up. Speaking of which, I have an idea I want to run past you."
I shifted around so I could see her better. "Shoot."
"I think we should work together." She jammed a bony elbow into my side encouragingly, her arm passing through the seat to poke me.
"Ooooh-kay," I said with a light chuckle.
"Ha! I knew it was a good idea." Her face brightened, the grayish tones of life after death lightening just a little.
It could work. We could be the Dynamic Duo. Only without capes, sadly enough. I'd always wanted to do good deeds in a red cape. Or, at the very least, a mauve towel.
After taking another sip of my now lukewarm mocha latte — which was better than no mocha latte any day of the week — I asked, "Are you planning to draw a salary?" "The way I see it, we should split the take fifty–fifty."
I stifled a grin. "That's the way you see it, huh?"
"Oh, and we probably need code names."
Her suggestion made me choke on my next sip. "Code names?" I asked through the coughs.
"And code phrases like, 'The sun never sets in the east.' That could mean, 'Switch to plan B.' Or it could mean, 'Let's grab a bite to eat before the men come over.'" "The men?" She'd really thought this through.
"Or it could mean, 'How do you get blood out of silk?' Because as PIs, we'll need to know stuff like that."
"I'm sure you're right." The file caught my attention again, and I turned back to the Foster house. "Blood can be stubborn." Maybe I should just walk up and knock on the door. I could say I was helping a friend with an old case. I could ask if there were any new developments we hadn't been informed of. I could ask if they knew that the man recently released from prison after doing ten years for a crime he didn't commit was their son. I could ask if they knew what he'd been through, what he'd suffered at the hands of the man who raised him. But what good would adding guilt on top of guilt do anybody?
"Are you okay, pumpkin cheeks?"
I shook out of my thoughts. "Yeah, it's just ... well, two hours down the drain, and for what?" I gestured toward the Fosters' house. "A foot in a sensible shoe driving a sensible car."
She looked across the street toward the house. "What were you hoping to see?"
Her question took me by surprise. Even I wondered what I was really doing there. Did I simply want to see the woman who might have given birth to the man of my dreams? Did I want a glimpse of the man who may have been his human father?
Reyes was the son of Satan, forged in the fires of hell, but he'd been born on earth to be with me. To grow up with me. He'd done his homework and chose a steady, professional couple to be his human parents. He'd planned for us to go to the same schools, shop at the same stores, and eat at the same restaurants. Sadly, even the best-laid plans go awry.
"I'm not really sure, Aunt Lil." What had I been hoping to see? A glimpse of Reyes's past? Of his future? What he would look like in the years to come? Since it had been only a few days since a crazy man tried to kill me, I was trying not to rush terribly headlong into any situation, no matter how innocuous it might seem on the surface. I'd decided to take the week off. Reckless behavior would just have to wait until I'd healed a tad more.
"Goodness, that won't do. You can't just call me Aunt Lil willy-nilly. We'll definitely need code names. What do you think of Cleopatra?"
I chuckled softly. "I think it's perfect."
"Oh! Trench coats! We'll need trench coats!"
Before I could question her further, she was gone. Vanished. Vamoosed. I loved that woman. She took eccentric to a whole new level. Still, I had work to do, and sitting at a stakeout just to catch a glimpse of the Fosters was ridiculous. I started Misery, then picked up the Cheez-Its and stuffed a handful into my mouth the very second the phone rang. Naturally. Because when else would it ring?
I hurried and chewed before answering my bestie's ring. Cookie worked cheap, which made her the best receptionist in all of Albuquerque, in my humble opinion. But she was also very good at her job. I'd set her on the task of finding everything she could about the Fosters. She was as fascinated as I was.
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Another fabulous book by Darynda Jones. I fall a little more in love with this laugh out loud, edge of your seat action packed series with each book I read. Thank you Darynda Jones for another winner. i can't wait for the next book!
One more outstanding installment of this wonderful paranormal series. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading the entire series. Charley, Reyes and the line up of fun characters are great reading. If you enjoy witty dialogue, action packed scenes, and lovable characters you will not be disappointed in anything Darynda Jones publishes. I encourage you to try the first book in this series, you will be completely enthralled and will not be able to wait to continue on and read the entire series. Now, just to try and wait patiently for the next installment! Thanks Darynda for all the hours I've enjoyed reading about Charley & friends.
A naked elderly man riding shotgun, a demon purchasing souls, threats from a cartel, a murder that wasn’t, a plan to get Ubie to ask Cookie out, angry relatives, a horribly mistreated young girl and Reyes flashing the world in response to a cry from Charley – just an ordinary day in the life of Albuquerque’s own grim reaper. The hits just keep on coming for Charley – with someone threatening her (and her friends) in the middle of the night unless she finds a woman set to testify. Add to that Amber (Cookie’s 12, soon to be 13 year old daughter) skipping school and sneaking off with the very handsome, deaf, 16 year old Quentin and then lying to her mother about it, as Charley, with not enough on her plate, is needed to rescue her (them) from a persistent spirit that has Quentin near catatonic. When you mix in the captain of the police (and Ubie’s supervisor) digging around Charley’s abilities in search of some answers for himself, and Reyes constant frustrations with Charley and her determination to meet The Dealer – a daeva (demon slave) that is existing on the souls it bargains for – things are just starting to reach a crisis point… Bugged, tailed, suspected, cornered, questioned, mocked and currently serving as the chauffeur to a man that doesn’t speak with his wife of fifty years currently super-unimpressed with his traveling companion. When you add in the half-answers that Charley is getting to her many questions, her testing new-found powers, discovering that yes, in fact, Ubie is far more clever than she or Cookie ever gave him credit for, and her own willingness to challenge dangers head-on, with plans that are about as solid as a souffle, and you get yet another action packed, snark filled story with more questions answered, more arriving and a very interesting twist at the end. Of course, along the way she makes a deal with the soul-eating demon, discovers that Pari has an interesting view of both Mr. Wong (in the corner) and Reyes, as well as having questions about (and a case to) discover the real story behind Reyes’ ‘parents’, and the opportunity to have things go horribly pear shaped pop up every few minutes. Of course, the dismay and slight censure from Rocket after her temper flare a few weeks back and things are just getting us one more step closer to the climax where answers should come and the fate of heaven and earth may just hang in the balance. 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.
Sixth grave is an amazing follow up to an already spectacular series. Darynda Jones is an exceptional author and Charley Davidson is a one of a kind character that will have you laughing, crying, and on the edge of your seat. I literally laughed so much I had my neighbors questioning my sanity. I cried like a baby. And I grinned like a Cheshire cat at certain moments. I don't want to share any spoilers or ruin it for anyone but I will promise if you like paranormal romance and a witty, sarcastic female lead you will love this series. Don't start with sixth grave though, the first book in the series is First Grave on the Right. This book answers alot of questions left from the other books, gives you alot of insight into some already beloved characters, and wraps up some situations that had been left hanging. Another absolutely stunning novel from the fabulous Darynda Jones!
~Reviewed by ANGELA & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog If you read the last book, Fifth Grave Past the Light, you know that the book had left a big question unanswered. Well, you’ll have that answered in this installment with a few twists and surprises. Hold on to your seats Darynda fans. She will sweep you off your feet yet again! I laughed, I cried and I love this series even more than before! There are a few things that stood out for me in this book. First, Angel and his relationship with his mother. There was a brief focus on his story and I loved hearing more about him. Second is Cookie’s relationship with Ubie. It’s long overdue that someone makes a move. Of course, Charlie can’t take it anymore and will make a move on their behalf. It’s funny how she intervened to get the end result. Third is cookie’s daughter, Amber. She is so sweet and honestly, you think being around Charley would affect her in a bad way, but on the contrary, I think having Charley in her life is a good thing. I love that she is coming of age and that a little love story is blossoming in her life. And finally, Charley and Reyes’ relationship. It’s no doubt that Charley is getting strong in her abilities as a reaper. But now that there are no barriers between her and Reyes, it’s up to her to accept what she has in her life. I love that there was more of him in this book. As powerful as he is, and not that he can control Charley, but he just lets her be who she is. Accepts her for everything she is, flaws included. Not to mention how romantic and sexy this man is. As far as the overarching plot, well, it’s not quite over yet but there is a slight twist of where the focus as far as the prophecy goes. I won’t say anymore that that because that will be a huge spoiler, but it is definitely a big twist. This book does not have a cliff hanger but it will leave you surprised. Well, I certainly didn’t expect this turn of events in Charley’s life. But it leaves several questions left unanswered and now I’m dying to know where the story will go. *Review copy provided by publisher
How much do I love this series? Let me count the ways… Each book just gets better and better and that’s really saying something considering I’ve LOVED, LOVED, LOVED all the books! I can’t get enough of Darynda’s writing. She makes laugh (so much!) and even shed some tears and she always leaves me impatiently waiting for the next book because the endings are so good! This ending even more so!! And Reyes…oh Reyes. Is it hot in here or is it just him? *swoon* Can’t wait for Seventh Grave and No Body.
From the first chapter in the first book of the Charley Davidson series, I was caught, hook, line and sinker. Darynda Jones has created a character in Charley that never fails to make me laugh out loud. But the truly amazing thing about Charley is the love and compassion that she envelopes around her friends and family. Book six is no different. In each installment we learn, along with Charley, a little more of her abilities, a little more of the prophecies surrounding her life. Darynda gives us just enough new information to intrigue us and keep us coming back for more. And then there is the love story between Charley and Reyes, the son of Satan. And I for one, can not get enough. Their scenes are so combustible they nearly set the pages of the book on fire. When I turned the last page of Sixth Grave on the Edge I was so satisfied with the events of the book, and left longing for book seven. I can't wait to see what Darynda has in store for Charley, Reyes and her amazing group of friends.
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.*
How much trouble can one person get herself into? Really? And the cliff hanger was great and terrible at the same time. Can’t miss this one with all the snark and tribulations that center around Charley. Can’t wait for the next.
Things are really heating up. This time around we still have the humor but much more romance as well as some supernatural activities that we haven’t seen before along with the promise of more. I’ve also become a huge fan of the “crossing over” scenes. This author has such a talent to portray in a few sentences the totality of a life and all the love and joy it experienced as well as the life that never felt a moment of joy or love. Both devastated me. I’m more in love with Reyes and we got a quick look into his point of view at the end which just added to my feelings for him. Charley and her original gang have some serious shaking up in this story and again, some of it was fun and some of it was enough to bring tears to my eyes. It’s official. I’m completely addicted to this series and the fact that each book feels original only adds to that addiction. 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.
Another fun, sexy, thrilling and emotional adventure with Charley and the gang... Loved it! Matchmaking seams, Crazy bad guys, Not exactly sane Good Guys, Scary predictions and the future of the entire world hanging in the balance! Love how these visits to this amazing world keep my guessing from beginning to end.
I received a free copy of SIXTH GRAVE ON THE EDGE (Charley Davidson Book 6) by Darynda Jones through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. In this installment, Charley, private investigator and grim reaper, finally says yes to the sticky note question posed some time back by boyfriend, and son of Lucifer, Reyes Farrow. The mob kidnaps a friend of Charley’s to coerce her into locating a witness to a murder. Meanwhile, there’s a naked senior citizen following Charley wherever she goes. Will Ubie ever ask Cookie out on a date? Also, teen drama pops up when Cookie’s daughter and a deaf boy who is currently the ward of nuns but was previously possessed by a demon form an attachment. 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.
Book Info Hardcover, 326 pages Published May 20th 2014 by St. Martin's Press ISBN 1250045630 (ISBN13: 9781250045638) Edition Language English Series Charley Davidson #6 Characters Charley Davidson, Reyes Farrow, Garrett Swopes, Cookie Kowalski setting New Mexico (United States) Other Editions (13) Source:Netgalley EARC Buy book from Amazon B&N BOOK BLURB Few things in life can come between a grim reaper and her coffee, but the sexy, sultry son of Satan is one of them. Now that Reyes Farrow has asked for her hand, Charley Davidson feels it's time to learn more about his past, but Reyes is reluctant to open up. When the official FBI file of his childhood abduction lands in her lap, Charley decides to go behind her mysterious beau’s back and conduct her own investigation. Because what could go wrong? Unfortunately, another case has fallen into her lap—one with dangerous implications. Some very insistent men want Charley to hunt down a witness who is scheduled to testify against their boss, a major player in the local crime syndicate. If Charley doesn't come up with an address in 48 hours, the people closest to her will start to disappear. Add to that a desperate man in search of the soul he lost in a card game, a dogged mother determined to find the ghost of her son, and a beautiful, young Deaf boy haunted by his new ability to see the departed as clearly as he sees the living, and Charley has her hands full. The fact that Reyes has caught on to her latest venture only adds fuel to the inferno that he is. Good thing for Charley she's used to multi-tasking and always up for a challenge…especially when that challenge comes in the form of Reyes Farrow. My Thoughts Multiple cases mean multiple chances for our intrepid PI to find herself in hot water, which of course Charley manages to do as usual. These scenes are par for the course in the series but what is not per usual are the methods devised to extricate our favorite Reaper from her hairy predicaments. Not only is Charley finding new ways to overcome danger on her own but the scenes in which Reyes once again comes to her rescue deserve special attention as well. Many answers are given but at the end of the book there are many more questions that need answers ASAP. Hopefully they will be given in book 7. My favorite parts of this particular book in the series thus far are the numerous scenes with our multiple teen characters. They add an element of freshness to this story as well as some relief for Charley when she is able to share her knowledge with one of them. There are a lot of threads that are pulled together as this story weaves it's way to a couple of startling revelations for Charley. Revelations that should change the direction of not only Charley's life but that of the series to a great extent as well. From beginning to end the snarky sayings/slogans that each chapter starts with are right on target for me as they sum up nicely the truth of Charley's life and livelihood. [EArc from Netgalley]
Of course 1/2 way in the series, something big is beginning to happen not to mention what happened to relationship status of Reyes/Charley and Cookie and Uncle Bob/Cookie. This series is sooo good!
OMG!!!! The ending is worth EVERYTHING!!!! I'm loving this series more and more if that is even possible. This is one of the most fantastic paranormal series I have ever read. I swear it does not disappoint. It full of suspense, mystery, laughs and when it comes to Charley and Reyes, undeniable chemistry and steamy scenes. It's about time Ubie and Cookie figure things out and go after what they want. I'm excited to see how things turn out for them. After this review I'm starting the next book in this series and I'm so excited to read what happens.
SIXTH GRAVE ON THE EDGE is the sixth instalment in Darynda Jones’s paranormal/UF Charley Davidson series focusing on grim reaper Charlotte (Charley) Davidson. As with all of the Charley Davidson storylines we find our heroine the target of more than one being-some demonic, some corrupt, many dead but all wanting something in the end. Told from first person POV (Charley) SIXTH GRAVE advances the series but a few days. There are several focuses in the storyline including a man who lost his soul in a game of cards and Charley’s dogged determination to uncover the truth about Reye’s past. She knows some of the ugly details of his childhood but she will set her sights on the people she believes gave birth to the Son of Satan. When Reyes demands that she stop her investigation, Charley’s inquiring mind doesn’t necessarily want to hear the story behind the story. We will be introduced to the Dealer-a demon from Hell who knows more about Charley’s predestination than Reyes has revealed. The Dealer offers up ‘a deal’ to those in need but his price is steep and beyond what most people can pay. Charley is drawn to the Dealer if for no other reason than to learn the truth about who and what she has been ‘born’ to do. Angel, Charley's forever thirteen year old ghostly assistant, will have a more active role in this particular storyline. We will learn the truth about his death and the woman who wants to know if her son is still on this plane of existence. Cookie is her usual manic self-from the brains behind Charley’s PI investigations to the woman who has fallen for Charley’s Uncle Bob, Cookie is a one woman power house who plays off of Charley’s natural sarcastic banter-a perfect combination in any storyline or series. The relationship between Reyes and Charley is imaginative, erotic and arousing-psychic sensuality is something we should all strive to achieve. Reyes is the epitome of sex; his allure is far reaching but he is intensely captivated by only one woman-a woman who was made especially for him. Darynda Jones writes from the heart with humor, sarcasm, an astonishing concept of friendship and a brilliant mind. The Charley Davidson series is a phenomenal UF/paranormal series that focuses on a kick-a$$ heroine who knows there are limitations to her powers but has yet to reach her ordained levels prescribed in the hierarchy of all things supernatural and decreed.
This one was one of my least favorites. I liked it but most of it was just ok for me. Darynda Jones sure does know how to end a book making you need the next one!
I Love this Series. I have been a fan of Darynda Jones since I discovered this series when I won the 4th book through Goodreads. I liked it so much that I immediately ordered all the other books to see how it all got started. I would recommend you read them in order, even though the Author does a great job of giving some backstory as you read, but so much usually happens in the books that you would miss the little subtleties. The characters are fun and colorful and I love the storyline. As with all the other books this one is full of action, mystery, steamy romance and lots of humor. Can't wait to see what will happen next, and lucky for me I already have the next book in the series all lined up.
Sixth Grave on the Edge is book six in the Charley Davidson series. This series revolves around Charley Davidson, a PI that is also a grim reaper. She helps out the local police department solve cases as well as help ghosts cross over to the other side. With tons of humor mixed in, this series is a must read. We start off with Charley Davidson helping out an FBI friend that has a cold case she wants her to look into. The cold case is none other than Reyes Farrow being abducted in his childhood, though the FBI doesn't know that. With Reyes not willing to spill the details Charley investigates to glean more information on her man. There's no rest for Charley in this novel, though, she wakes up one night to find two men that broke into her apartment only to tell her she has 48 hours to find someone in hiding or they'll hurt Charley's friend. Not knowing which friend they're threatening, Charley goes into action and tries her best to figure out who is behind the threat as well as find out why they want her to find this person. Lastly, we also have Charley trying to help someone get their soul back that they lost in a card game. This installment gives us a little more background on key characters as well as introducing a few new ones that will more than likely come into play in the next few books. Sixth Grave on the Edge is full of whodunit and I couldn't put it down. I had to know more about Reyes's past as well as the card dealer that took a man's soul. This opened a few doors for the next few novels that I'll be interested in seeing where it goes. Charley as always throws herself into all the situations without really worrying about the danger or repercussions. I was a bit worried about our leading lady in a few scenes and the story really kept my attention. All in all, if you're a fan of Urban Fantasy and haven't read this series yet you have to try it! I highly recommend the audiobooks since the narrator does a fantastic job.
Love this series!
A character I can relate to, sans the reaper part. Of course.
The prophecy is turning out a lot different than they had thought and I wonder if I am going to be right about a fear of something I see coming like I was right about the last huge revelation in the book. I can't say more....spoilers.
So disappointed i can't be friends in real life with Charley Davidson
One not to miss Albuquerque, New Mexico Charley Davidson is not most girls and most would think twice before getting engages to someone like Reyes Farrow. Charley is a paranormal private eye not to mention a grim reaper-in-training and with just few shots of caffeine she is also knows as a bit of a hell-raiser. Reyes is everything Charley could hope for being dark, deeply sexy and sultry even if her beloved is also the only begotten son of evil. Then an FBI file ends up in her lap that is about Reyes’ childhood. Then the real fun begins when she opens it. If that wasn’t enough first a naked corpse ends up riding shotgun in her car. Next a man loses his soul in a card game. As if that wasn’t enough a deaf boy that sees dead people, a very suspicious Reyes and a woman running from mobsters gets thrown in too. Charley is sure things can’t get any worse for her. Unless, the Twelve Beasts of Hell are unleashed then they can get worse. This is a series that is full of laughs that will keep readers up late into the night just so they can finish each book. Each book gets better and better and makes for a series that is truly unforgettable. With the way Charley livens things up around her readers will wish they could actual know Charley and her brand of crazy. This book is laugh out loud funny and it will have readers turning the pages just to see how Charley will get out of her latest bout of trouble. It will also have readers reaching for the next book just to see what else will happen to Charley and company.