Third Grave Dead Ahead (Charley Davidson Series #3)

Third Grave Dead Ahead (Charley Davidson Series #3)

by Darynda Jones

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ISBN-13: 9781250001542
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 01/31/2012
Series: Charley Davidson Series , #3
Pages: 320
Product dimensions: 6.30(w) x 9.30(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Winner of the 2009 Golden Heart(R) for Best Paranormal Romance, DARYNDA JONES lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband and two sons.

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Third Grave Dead Ahead


By Darynda Jones

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2012 Darynda Jones
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-00870-1


CHAPTER 1

Death comes to those who wait. And to those who don't. So either way ...

— CHARLOTTE JEAN DAVIDSON, GRIM REAPER


There was a dead clown sitting in my living room. Since I wasn't particularly fond of clowns, and it was way too early for anything coherent to come out of my mouth, I pretended not to notice him. Instead, I let a loud yawn overtake me as I headed toward my kitchen. That was when a jolt of panic rushed through me. I glanced down to make sure my girl parts hadn't been compromised and sighed in relief. I had on a white tank and pair of plaid bottoms. My girls, also known as Danger and Will Robinson, were safe.

Mentally making the sign of the cross, I padded through my humble abode. Trying not to draw attention. Wondering if the dead clown, with his gaze following my every move, had noticed me. My apartment was a comfy cross between a storage room full of pillows and a broom closet, so it wasn't a long journey. Nor an especially enlightening one. Though I did come to a rather morbid conclusion in those few fleeting seconds: Better a dead clown in my apartment than a live one.

My name is Charlotte Davidson. Charley to some, Charlotte the Harlot to others, but that was mostly in middle school. I came with a decent set of curves, a healthy respect for the male anatomy, and a slightly disturbing addiction to brown edibles. Other than that — and the fact that I'd also been born the grim reaper — I was about as normal as a surly girl with a private investigator's license could be.

I strode toward Mr. Coffee with lust in my eyes. We'd had a thing for quite some time now, Mr. Coffee and I, and there was just enough of him left for one more cup. No need to make a fresh pot, to get him all hot and bothered. I popped the cup into the microwave, set it to nuke anything unfortunate enough to be caught within its grasp for thirty seconds, then raided my fridge for sustenance. Eating would keep me awake for at least another five minutes, and my one goal in life for the past couple of weeks was to stay awake at all costs. The alternative was exhausting.

After an epic search, I finally found something neither green nor fuzzy. It was a hot sausage link. I named it Peter, mostly because I liked naming things and partly because it seemed like the right thing to do. As soon as my java was piping hot I popped him into the microwave. Hopefully the radioactive environment would sterilize Peter. No need to have little Peters running around, wreaking havoc.

As I stood contemplating world peace, the exorbitant price of designer underwear, and what life would be like without guacamole, Peter beeped. I wrapped him in stale bread and ate him whilst loading my coffee up with enough imitation product to make it a health hazard. After a long draw, I plodded to my overstuffed sofa, sank into it, and looked at the dead clown. He was sitting in the club chair that catty-cornered my sofa, waiting patiently for me to acknowledge him.

"You know, I'm not really fond of clowns," I said after taking another sip.

Seeing a dead person in my living room was hardly a surprise. Apparently, I was super-duper bright, like the glowing lens of a lighthouse in a storm. The departed who didn't cross when they died could see me from anywhere on Earth and, if they so chose, could cross through me to get to the other side. That was pretty much the grim reaper gig in a nutshell. No scythes. No collecting souls. No ferrying the departed across a lake day in and day out, which would probably get old.

"I get that a lot," the clown said. He seemed younger than I'd originally suspected, perhaps twenty-five, but his voice was rough from too many cigarettes and late nights. The image conflicted with the bright mural on his face and curly red hair on his head. His saving grace was the lack of a big red nose. I seriously hated those, especially the squeaky kind. The rest I could handle.

"So, you got a story?"

"Not really." He shrugged. "Just wanted to cross."

I blinked in surprise, absorbed his statement, then asked, "You just want to cross?"

"If that's okay."

"That's more than okay," I said with a snort. No messages to loved ones left behind. No solving his murder. No hunting down some memento he'd left for his children in a place where no one in his right mind would ever think to look. These situations had all the creamy goodness of piece of cake without the added calories.

He started toward me then. I didn't get up, didn't think I could manage it — the coffee had yet to kick in — but he didn't seem to mind. I noticed as he stepped forward that he wore a ragged pair of jeans and his sneakers had been painted with Magic Marker.

"Wait," he said, pausing midstride.

No.

He scratched his head, a completely unconscious act from his previous life. "Can you get messages to people?"

Damn. The bane of my existence. "Um, no. Sorry. Have you tried Western Union?"

"Seriously?" he asked, not buying it for a minute. And it was on sale, even.

I sighed and tossed an arm over my forehead to show how much I didn't want to be his messenger, then peeked out from under my lashes. He stood there, waiting, unimpressed.

"Fine," I said, giving in. "I'll type a note or something."

"You don't have to do that. Just go to Super Dog right down the street and talk to a girl named Jenny. Tell her Ronald said to bite me."

I scanned his clown getup, the reds and yellows of his hoodie. "Your name is Ronald?"

With a grin, he said, "The irony is not lost on me, I promise." He stepped through before I could question him on the bite me part of his comment.

When people crossed, I could see their lives. I could tell if they'd been happy, what their favorite color was, the names of their pets growing up. It was a ritual I'd learned to savor. I let my lids drift shut and waited. He smelled like grease paint and iodine and coconut shampoo. He'd been in the hospital, waiting for a heart transplant. While there, he decided to make himself useful, so he dressed up like a different clown every day and visited the kids in pediatrics. Each day he'd have a new name, something funny like Rodeo Ron or Captain Boxer Shorts, and each day they had to guess what it was from his voiceless clues. He couldn't talk well near the end, and while gesturing was difficult and left him exhausted, he felt it was better than freaking out the kids with his gravelly voice. He died just hours before a heart had been found. Despite my original assumption, he'd never smoked a day in his life.

And he loved a girl named Jenny who smelled like baby oil and sold hot dogs to put herself through college. Jenny would be the part of this whole grim reaper gig I hated most. The people-left-behind part. I could feel their hearts contract with grief. I could feel their lungs fight for air. I could feel the sting of tears behind their eyes at losing someone they loved, someone they were sure they couldn't live without.

I sucked in a sharp breath and pulled myself back to the present. Ronald was a cool guy. I'd have to look him up when my time was up, see how his eternity was going. I sank farther into the sofa cushions and took a long draw of coffee, absorbing the caffeine, letting it spark and reawaken my brain cells.

Glancing at my Looney Tunes wall clock, I bit back the despair I felt at finding it was only 3:35. I had hours to go before dawn. It was easier to stay awake during the day. Night was so calm and relaxing. But I couldn't let myself fall under. I'd managed to dodge sleep like it was an ex-boyfriend with herpes for almost two weeks straight. And when I didn't, I paid the price.

The mere thought of that price gave me unwanted butterflies in my nether regions. I pushed it from my mind as heat from the sultry night wafted around me like a heavy vapor, seeping into my skin, suffocating any thoughts of comfort. Utterly annoyed, I sat up, pushed a dampened strand of hair out of my face, and headed to the bathroom, hoping a splash of cool water would help and wondering how the heck the night got so sultry. It was freaking November. Maybe global warming had amped up its game. Or a solar flare had pushed through the magnetosphere and was cooking us all alive. That would suck.

Just as I reached for the light switch, wondering if I should buy sunscreen, a sharp stab of arousal sparked in my lower abdomen. I gasped in surprise and grabbed the doorjamb for balance.

This was so not happening. Not again.

I glanced at the faucet longingly. Water would set things right. Couple of splashes and I'd be back to my normal curmudgeonly self in no time. I flipped the switch, but the overhead just flickered as though gasping for air, then died out. I flipped again. And again, before giving up. Mostly because the definition of insanity came to mind.

The wiring in my apartment demoted the term code violation to an understatement. Thankfully, I had a night-light. It cast a soft glow in the bathroom, allowing just enough illumination for me to maneuver my way to the sink without stubbing anything vital. I stepped to the mirror and squinted, trying to siphon every last atom of light the universe had to offer out of the atmosphere. It didn't help. My image was nothing more than a shadow, a ghostlike apparition, barely existing.

I stood there contemplating that fact when a ripple of desire gripped me again, seizing me with fierce, delicious claws, trembling through me so hard, I had to clamp my jaw shut. I clutched the vanity as the fervor bathed me in a sensuous heat I couldn't fend off. It seeped inside me, lured me to the edge, led me to the dark side. Hungrily, I parted my lips and parted my legs and gave it room to grow. And grow it did. It built up strength and power, its tendrils pushing into me, swirling and pulsing in my abdomen.

My knees buckled, and I shifted my weight to my palms as the pressure grew more intense, forcing me to fight for every breath I took. Then the sound of another's breath mingled with my own, and I glanced up into the mirror.

Reyes Alexander Farrow — the part-human, part-supermodel son of Satan — materialized behind me, his powerful shoulders glistening as steam rose around him, giving the impression he'd just come from hell. He hadn't, of course. He'd escaped from hell centuries ago and was currently furious with me for binding his incorporeal body to his physical one. But that knowledge did little to lessen the effect.

I squinted to see him more clearly. "What are you doing here?"

He lowered his head, his dark eyes piercing me with an angry glare. The butthead. It was my bathroom.

But I'd bound him. I'd bound his incorporeal body to his physical one. How was he even there? How could he be?

"You summoned me," he said, his deep voice tight with animosity.

I shook my head. "That's impossible."

He reached an arm over my shoulder and braced his hand against the wall in front of me. To tower. To dominate. To make sure I knew I was trapped. His lean body pressed against my backside as he braced the other hand against the wall to my right, completely imprisoning me.

His hard gaze locked on to mine. "Is it impossible because you bound me like a dog to a chain?"

Oh, yeah. He was pissed. "You left me no choice," I said, my voice quivering, not nearly as confident as I'd hoped.

He lowered his head until his mouth was at my ear. "And you leave me none." His features darkened. His eyes narrowed as he stared at me in the mirror from underneath his thick lashes, hooded with passion.

I couldn't look away. He was so beautiful, so masculine. When he wrapped an arm around me, slid his hand down the front of my panties, I grabbed his wrist. "Wait," I said between ragged breaths. "I still don't understand how you're here."

"I told you, you summoned me." His fingers tunneled between my legs despite my best efforts, and I gasped aloud when they dipped inside. "You always summon me. You've always had the power to call me whenever you want or need me, Dutch. Or haven't you figured that out yet?"

I fought the delicious sensations spiking in my abdomen with each stroke of his fingers. Fought to grasp the meaning of his breathy words. "No, you've always come to me when I needed you. When I was in danger." And he had. Growing up, he'd always been there anytime my life was threatened.

His breath fanned across my cheek, the heat emanating off him scorching as his mouth sought the pulse point at my throat. "It's always been you."

He was wrong. He had to be. The idea that I could summon him, that I'd always summoned him, was unfathomable. I didn't even know what he was until very recently. I was afraid of him, in fact. He was a dark being made of smoke and shadows, and the last thing I wanted was to be in his presence. How could I have summoned him? What he proposed was impossible.

"But as long as I'm here ..." He let that statement linger as he locked me against him and pushed down my bottoms and underwear in one smooth movement. Then he let the slightest grin lift one corner of his beautiful mouth, nudged my legs apart, and entered me in one long thrust. I gasped aloud, and the swirling that had begun only moments before grew to hurricane strength in an instant. I clamped one hand around his wrist at my throat, the other on to his steely buttocks, pulling him deeper, clawing for release.

I kept my eyes open, watching him in the mirror, studying his reaction. The slight parting of his lips. The furrowing of his brow. The fall of his lashes.

"Dutch," he said in his smooth, deep voice, as though helpless against what he was about to do. His jaw locked together as his climax neared. He lifted one of my legs onto the vanity and pushed into me, burying himself over and over, the act almost violent, coaxing me with each thrust, with each powerful stroke.

And with each stroke, the current inside me surged with more potency, his erection filling a need so deep, so visceral, it devoured every inch of my being. The raw yearning that lingered in the distance rushed forward to pool between my legs. It swelled like a tide, milking me, coaxing me ever closer.

My fingernails dug into his wrist, suddenly remembering he didn't want to be there. Not with me. Not after what I'd done. "Reyes, wait."

I felt it the moment it seized him, felt it quake and convulse through his body, and in an instant an explosion burst and shot through me, sending a sharp sting of pleasure ricocheting against my bones, coursing through my veins, searing my flesh with a scalding ecstasy.

And then the world came crashing in as the violence of an orgasm splitting me in two jolted me from a fitful sleep. The dying remnants of a scream echoed in the room, and I knew instantly it was my own reaction to the climax. I forced myself to pause, to catch my breath, to unclench my fists from around the coffee cup that had emptied its contents in my lap. Luckily, there wasn't much left. I put the cup on a side table, then I fell back onto the sofa and threw an arm over my forehead to wait out the familiar storm trembling through my body.

Three times in one week. Within seconds of closing my eyes, he'd be there, waiting, watching, angry and seductive.

I glanced at the clock again. The last time I'd looked, it really did say 3:35. Now it said 3:38. Three minutes. I'd closed my eyes three minutes ago.

With an exhausted sigh, I realized it was my own fault. I'd let myself drift.

Maybe this was Reyes's way of making me pay for what I'd done. He'd always been able to leave his body, to become incorporeal and wreak all kinds of havoc on humanity. Not that he actually wreaked havoc, but he could've had he wanted to. Now he was stuck in his body. A minor indiscretion if you asked me, and when I bound him, a necessary one.

But now he was back to haunting my dreams. At least when he'd entered my dreams before, I actually got some sleep between rounds of hide-and-seek and tug-of-war. Now, I close my eyes for a second and he's there in the most intense way possible. As long as I'm asleep, we're going at it like rabbits on a bunny farm.

And the worst part of the whole thing lay in the fact that he really was pissed as hell at me. As a result, he had no desire to be there. He was angry, consumed with rage, and yet oh so passionate, like he couldn't help himself. Like he couldn't control the heat coursing through him, the hunger in his veins. I couldn't exactly control myself either, so I knew how he felt.


(Continues...)

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Carol-Hazel More than 1 year ago
STOP! BEWARE! CAUTION! Only read this book if you enjoy suspense, romance, mystery, wit, humor, laughing, sarcasm, and great characters woven through a wonderful novel and brought to life with amazing writing from an outstanding author! Thank goodness Charley Davidson is a woman! No man could multitask like Charley! She is a crime solving private investigator that is busy solving a missing persons case, while at the same time trying to keep a motorcycle gang in check and trying (hopelessly) to forget Reyes Farrow (why anyone would want to do that, I will never know). Just a little side note here.Reyes Farrow is the son of Satan. Yes, THE Satan. But serious, who cares.he is out of this world gorgeous! And, if she is not busy enough, she is THE Grim Reaper-helping those who have died pass on to the other side and helping with those little last requests. Of course, Charley could do not any of this without the help of her secretary and BFF Cookie! Gotta love Cookie! Oh.and COFFEE! What an amazing read! After reading "First Grave on the Right" I thought..NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR! After reading "Second Grave on the Left" I thought. AGAIN! NOT FAIR! After reading "Third Grave Dead Ahead" I am thinking.is there going to be a 4th book Darynda? Because if this tale you have begun to weave comes to an end.I am going to have to say.NOT FAIR!!! Thanks for entertaining me with a wonderful read! Waiting patiently for " Fourth Grave Right Behind" Ha-ha-ha!! Who am I kidding.I can't wait!
t-irla More than 1 year ago
Everyone who enjoys humour with their UF review I was so looking forward to this book...and I wasn't disappointed! Darynda Jones's zany, at times corny but always funny humour is back. I found myself at times groaning, laughing out loud and overall just smiling. It isn't too often a book can wring all this emotion but Charley, Cookie, Reyes and all sure take you on a roller coaster. I was almost in tears at one point with Charley's relationship with her Dad hurting her so much. I could feel her pain. I enjoyed how Reyes's story unfolded and gave him a more fleshed out back ground. Most of what we learned was alluded to in previous books but it was nice to have it confirmed. We go from highs to lows back to highs and then drop us down to the lowest low and then she twists us up again with a surprise ending. Her secondary characters also jump off the pages at you. Cookie, Ubie, Garrett, and the Davidson family all bring a unique humour and help move the story ahead. I love this author she is innovative, and in a field that at times you feel you keep reading the same story over and over Charley Davidson is definitely unique. I can't wait for the Fourth book in this series! I know Charley is going to get up to no good...and what the heck is happening with her and Reyes...I need to know!!! A solid 5 stars for this fantastic tale with side splitting laughs...oh...and where does Charley get her t shirts and bumper stickers..I need to get me some of them! (less)
SmittenWithReading More than 1 year ago
My Review: Whoa! What a rollercoaster ride. This book was nothing short of amazing. I think that I held my breath through at least half the book. I loved everything about this book. First thing to know before you read this review. This is a series that you need to read every book. These are not stand-alone novels. Knowing that, this review will have some spoilers for the first two books...DO NOT READ THIS REVIEW IF YOU HAVEN'T READ BOOKS #1 & #2. When this book starts, Reyes is seriously ticked off at Charley because she bound his spirit to his body at the end of book #2. Now he is trapped there until she falls asleep. Somehow, Charley is calling him to her immediately when she falls asleep and they have really angry corporeal/dream sex. As a result, Charley hasn't let herself fall asleep in about 2 weeks and is more than a little loopy at the beginning of this book (and she's not what anyone could consider normal on a typical day...LOL!) The moment between the two of them at the prison...remember this is the first time that she's actually seen him face to face when they were both conscious...EVER!-- that moment and his confession just broke my heart. This is what Darynda does so well. Reyes is the son of Satan and he does some not-so-nice things. He should not be a character that you fall in love with, but OMG! How can you not fall in love with this guy?!?! He has these moments where your heart just crumbles for him...and he had several of those moments throughout this book. Of course, then there are the other moments where you just want to scream and yell at him and tell him to stay away from Charley and stop hurting her. *sob* Did I mention that I cried in this book? Twice! But that was in between huge bouts of laughter and fun and anger. OMG, this book had it ALL!!! And to complicate things...hmmm, there are a couple of other love prospects on the horizon for Charley. Oh my!! I honestly don't know who I even want her to end up with...that's how good this book is. It's over. The hints are there for book #4 and I don't know who I want her to be with. I ALWAYS know who I want the heroine to choose! This time...not so much. Darynda is just a brilliant writer. This book has everything. There are the normal mysteries happening. TONS of Charley Davidson wit and snark which constantly keeps me giggling through these books. There were several swoon-worthy moment between Charley and Reyes. Some completely fantastic new characters that I love how they are adding to the story. And a fantastic friend who's been there all along with hints of more. OMG!! Did I mention that I loved this book? I apologize for the bad grammar and awful writing. It's hard to gush and stay focused...or maybe Charley is just rubbing off on me. LOVE!
WildPonies5 More than 1 year ago
I love this series. They are funny and keep you guessing while Charley is solving her cases. All the characters in her books are great. I like the action and the mystery and I LOVE the sarcarsm!! Finally a series that gets me! ;o)
sl75 More than 1 year ago
A fresh series that is really truly original! This series has gotten better with every book. A true testament to a great author...that she can make each book outshine the last. I was either laughing out loud by all the great humor...or on the edge of my seat by the suspense. I loved it. Charley is the BEST and I do love Reyes. I am just mad at myself for devouring the book so quickly...I truly will be looking forward to the 4th book (please hurry!) This book just set up endless possibilities for future books...and I can't wait.
gaele 8 days ago
The third book picks up right after the second, in “Charley” time, we’ve managed to move forward about a month, and here we learn a bit more about her, her friends and even the struggles she’s had with Reyes: now coming to her every time she closes her eyes for sleep. Adding to this strangeness, he’s furious with her for binding him, and she’s finding the intensity from his anger and their combustible chemistry to be too much. But a new case has come to her: a guilty husband wanting her to look into his missing wife, a not so hidden tail on her placed by Ubie, and the question that Earl, the man Reyes is in jail for murdering just might not be dead after all, and this has all the hallmarks of a never-ending set of adventures, all with Charley seeming to run off in multiple directions with apparent cluelessness, even with the little nudges and assistance she gets from her otherworldly helpers. Add in a strange message from Mistress Marigold, a nun waiting in her office and a warning that she’s got a guardian coming for her protection in roughly 48 hours, and things were never quite so strange around her. When you mix in a little girl with a death-grip on a knife appearing out of nowhere and not looking Charley in the eye, she’s battling her need to stay awake with more threats on her life, her father’s determination that she quit the PI business, and multiple leads on a husband who has a history of wives and their family members turning up dead, there has never been so much going on to both tickle and tempt her ADD. And what a fun ride this was – a guilty husband with tempting paper trails that all seem to go nowhere -but for the missing woman’s brother and sister, a need to get to Rocket in the abandoned asylum, now populated by a biker gang and patrolled by Rottweilers is almost her undoing, as Rocket won’t let her in, she makes friends with a Rottie, the last of the three left after they were poisoned, and some questions and answer time with the bikers – and she’s off to meet her sister at an out of the way convenience store, where she’s responsible for aiding Reyes in the second step of his plan to escape and hunt down his former guardian, Earl, the man who tortured and abused him for most of his young life. From one crazy moment to the next, peppered with Charley’s need for caffeine and Cookie’s help in the search trying to find the missing woman, the missing not-murdered, not-dead Earl, and the continual pushes from her father to stop being a PI, and more than one Charley’s life is in danger, and while she still hasn’t learned everything she can do, she’s getting closer. More important than finding the answers and people here though is Charley’s own revelations – having been used as bait by her father in the last book, and now by Reyes in this one, with her believing that Garrett is dead as a result of Earl’s bullets, she’s now convinced that those who aren’t using her for their own ends are going to betray her – a sharp comeuppance for the girl who blunders into situations usually with the best of intentions, trying to do some good in the world. It will take some doing (I hope) to discourage her from wanting to make a difference, even as she knows hat often things go pear shaped, but her heart is bruised (as is her body) and something will have to give. 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
RomWriter-Reader More than 1 year ago
I thought this series would start to wear thin after a couple books, but it just keeps getting better and more intriguing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not so sexy that it's disgusting to older readers like myself but just the right blend of fun, sexy and bad ass action.
LoverOfBooks0 More than 1 year ago
I generally find Darynda Jones's writing to be hilarious and entertaining reads. However, I've noticed a rather annoying trend of hers. She has a tendency to repeat information well... repeatedly. After reading Second Grave on the Left, I jumped right into the third book in the series only to find myself rolling my eyes in annoyance. She repeats what happened in the last book in so much detail that I could have skipped over reading that book altogether. Not to mention the fact that she spews the same facts about each character all over again in EVERY SINGLE BOOK. How many times must I read that Charley is a PI who got into the business because she spent time helping her father and uncle--who happens to be a cop--solve murders with her ability to speak with the departed? How many times must I read about Cookie, her neighbor and secretary who she pays too little? How many times must I read about Reyes Farrow's past with his father and the abuse he suffered in order to protect his sister? These details are filtered in repeatedly and it's quite unnecessary. I feel like readers will remember these details from book to book. Why waste from 30 upward to 60 pages rehashing old details. As amusing as it is to hear about Mr. Wong who perpetually stands in the corner staring at the wall, why must  I reread that he never speaks and she knows nothing about him? Simply put, I like the series enough but I find myself skipping over the parts that drone on and on about NOTHING or details we've been introduced to before.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
An amazing book! I've read every single one in the series so far and i cannot put them down, i've read them over and over so many times! I wish they would make them into movies but i am perfectly happy with the books. Can't wait for "Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet" to be released, hurry up October!!!!!
Cats57 on LibraryThing 23 days ago
Third Grave Ahead ¿ Darynda JonesIf you think you may like to try this book, and are wondering if you could read this as a standalone I would strongly suggest you don¿t try it. I have read all three and still need to look back over the first 2 to refresh my memory sometimes. There is a lot going on at all times in Charley¿s world. Charley has bound Reye¿s spirit to his human body and he really seems to hate her for it. Every time Charley goes to sleep he appears in her dreams and ravishes her and while that sounds like a yummy thing , the dream sex is just as draining on her than not sleeping is. Now Charley finds herself hunting down a supposed wife killer, making sure the Son of Satan finds his human father whom he supposedly killed ten years ago. In addition, she has to learn how to use her power as a Grim Reaper¿ALL of her power. At least that is what Reyes keeps telling her. There is a war coming and she needs to fight the good fight.I don¿t know how Darynda is doing it, but this book is even better than the first 2. Having Charley not sleep (you may have to really push hard to suspend your disbelief that anyone can go two weeks without sleep, but then Charley isn¿t really human is she?) and the less sleep she gets the funnier she is. Her sarcastic and irreverent humor is spot on yet again. Cookie is there lending her support and excellent sidekick skills to Charley as well as numerous cups of coffee. Who knew the Grim Reaper had such a coffee habit?In this book, Charley is eventually getting a Guardian and it sure didn¿t end up being who I thought it should be- it is even better than I thought. There is at least one very graphic bloody scene towards the end of the book and if you don¿t have a strong stomach you may be tempted to skim over it¿try not to as I believe it is a very important sceneDarynda can make you laugh and get you hot and bothered. You will become furious with some people and weep over others.The writing is just perfect, the characters are multi-layered and even for this type of book they are very realistic. The characters are wonderfully written and come off as people I would really love to be friends with, if they were only real. The narrative is quirky and engaging, with no brooding inner-dialogue to depress you.
Annesanse on LibraryThing 23 days ago
I've said it before, but I'll say it again: I LOVE this series!! I just can't get enough of Charley & company. In the beginning of this book, Charley is almost delirious from not sleeping for almost two weeks straight, and I have to say that it was maybe my favorite piece of fiction ever. It was brilliant!! I laughed and laughed. I just love Darynda Jones' style of writing. I love the way Charley thinks. I'm a huge fan of the Stephanie Plum series, but I have to say that I love this one even more. The cast of characters is just amazing! I love every one of them. I can't wait to see where this series goes from here. I'm so sad for Garrett. I feel so bad for Charley, and I'm frustrated with Reyes. (he better step it up) I definitely hope things start looking up for Charley and I can't wait to learn more about "what she's capable of."The mystery was slightly predictable, but that's never the main draw for me in these kinds of books.
TheLibraryhag on LibraryThing 23 days ago
Charley Davidson is just your everyday shoe-loving grim reaper, but people keep trying to kill her. What's up with that. And lately, she has not even been able to sleep because everything she falls asleep she encounters the sexy Reyes Farrow in her dreams. (I should be so lucky). But girl has to make a living so she takes on a missing person case and she is sure the husband knows more than he is telling, she gets involved with a biker gang and Reyes manages to escape from prison. Huh, good thing there is an endless supply of coffee.I love this series. Charley is so much fun as is the rest of her crew. The story moves fast, but despite that you really get to know the characters. And the world is so accessible. It does not seem odd that Charley is sometimes surrounded by dead folks. And now more than before the fact that all this is leading up to a confrontation of biblical proportions is abundantly clear. I can't wait for the next book.
TheBooknerd on LibraryThing 23 days ago
I adore the series, and this book continued to keep my interest strong as ever. After I bought this installment, I sat down and read all 3.5 books in one go, and I was still left anxious for more. What's not to love about absurd humor, edgy heroes, steamy romance, and a wily protagonist that refuses to be kept down?
lovejoy_rat on LibraryThing 23 days ago
I love love love this series!! The books are tightly written, with realistic dialogue that is both action packed and giggle out loud funny. The friendship between Charley and Cookie is extremely realistic, and their conversations are hilarious. The paranormal elements are written seamlessly into the storyline in a way that gets you excited about them instead of raising a skeptical eyebrow. I really feel attached to these characters, and sit in suspense when they are in danger and cheer for them when good things go down. I cannot wait for the next book!!
DiiFL 28 days ago
Poor Charley, forced to stay awake or be caught up in sizzling passion with one ticked off son of Satan! Darynda Jones is back and she has whipped up more giggles, more belly laughs and more predicaments for Charley to try to dig herself out of! Not only has Charley turned up the snark, but she is showing just how dedicated she is to her P.I. profession, not to mention her “real” job as the Grim Reaper. Hey, even the Grim Reaper has parent troubles and it seems Charley is going to need a lot of caffeine to make it through this book and her latest mystery to solve… Fun reading, great mystery and some devilish steam, not to mention the catchy title, make THIRD GRAVE DEAD AHEAD another great escape from reality. I received a complimentary copy from St. Martin's Press!
carvanz 28 days ago
This was another wild adventure for Grim Reaper Charley Davidson. With the addition of new characters that I’m itching to find out how they play into Charley’s future escapades, there was also a lot of angst between her and Reyes. Things are rocky in romance land for this dysfunctional couple and just when you think they’re going to work things out…well, this is Charley we’re talking about so things usually go sideways. The humor here continues to be just as sharp as each book before it and the dynamic between Charley and her best friend Cookie highlights the quirkiness that is an essential part of Charley’s personality. The case she’s working on this time has a bit of a twist I didn’t see coming. Another twist at the end almost made me tear up. You won’t end this book with the thought it’s safe to stop the series at this point. Instead, like myself, you’ll be anxious to go right into the next one. Which I’ll be doing ASAP. 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.
Cali-Jewel 3 months ago
The adventures continues and just keeps getting better with every new chapter..... emotionally jarring thrills, scorching hot sexy moments and heart pounding danger are just some of the highlights in this witty and entertaining journey. War is coming, can Charley find the strength to save the ones she loves let alone the entire world as we know it??? Loved this story and looking forward to reading the next one.
Bobbie Kirkland 3 months ago
I received a free copy of THIRD GRAVE DEAD AHEAD (Charley Davidson Book 3) by Darynda Jones in exchange for an honest review. In this book, Charley, grim reaper and private investigator, has been awake for two weeks straight. Every time she nods off, Reyes is there, and he’s angry. Despite the lack of winks, Charley must track down a missing woman, help a biker gang figure out who killed their dogs, and prove Reyes is in the clink for a crime he did not commit. So many people to annoy, so little time. Another amazing installment in this seriously silly urban fantasy series. Love it! #ThirdGraveDeadAhead #NetGalley
ledLD 3 months ago
The darkest as of yet. These books are so enjoyable, the snark and humor abound. This one was a dark version of the past versions. Not only is it dark, but the dark is sad and twisted.
JackieBCentralTexasJB 3 months ago
Book Info Paperback, 343 pages Published October 30th 2012 by St. Martin's Press (first published January 31st 2012) ISBN 0312360827 (ISBN13: 9780312360825) Edition Language English Series Charley Davidson #3 Characters Charley Davidson, Reyes Farrow setting New Mexico (United States) Other Editions (29) Source:Netgalley EARC Buy book from Amazon B&N BOOK BLURB Paranormal private eye. Grim reaper extraordinaire. Whatever. Charley Davidson is back! And she's drinking copious amounts of caffeine to stay awake because, every time she closes her eyes, she sees him: Reyes Farrow, the part-human, part-supermodel son of Satan. Yes, she did imprison him for all eternity, but come on. How is she supposed to solve a missing persons case, deal with an ego-driven doctor, calm her curmudgeonly dad, and take on a motorcycle gang hellbent on murder when the devil's son just won't give up? My Thoughts As a leading character Charley Davidson seems to many to be TSTL (to stupid to live) as her choices are not always in her best interests and lead to confrontations she somehow manages to survive despite herself. For me this trouble magnet embodies a fantasy figure whose lack of what constitutes personal safety measures is what makes Charley easy to not only like but root for as well. After all the woman is not real and since she is also portrayed as a Paranormal Being I do not expect her to have Human Sensibilities where her own safety is concerned. Although it would be nice for the sake of family and friends if Charley thought things through a bit more before she acted as they tend to be brought to task on her behalf when things go wrong. That quirk notwithstanding the fact remains that in this third book not only does our intrepid PI up her game but happily she, and the readers, finally find out the reason why she keeps being targeted by Officer Owen Vaughn. A silly to Charley, but embarrassing moment to Owen back in high school has caused the both of them to be at odds for years. That is just one of the questions that finally got answered during this particular book and a few more were wrapped up as well to my satisfaction. I appreciate and am happy with the direction taken to wrap up the mystery of the missing person's case that Charley solved. However the actions at the end taken by her own Father left me just as unhappy as they did Charley. There are several other points to this story that will keep readers happily turning pages and just as happily continue with the series to see where its author takes one next. I have to say that for my taste and enjoyment book three was Aces from start to finish! [EArc from Netgalley]
CarissaR 4 months ago
Whew! Darynda had me scared there towards the end. I can only imagine the main storyline is going to get more complex and intricate. I really am loving the humor/mystery/romance/dark blend Darynda is intertwining with this series. Reyes and Charley gah, LOVE THEM.
CRISSYM 4 months ago
LOVED IT!!! Third Grave Dead Ahead was such a fantastic paranormal read. These books must be read in order because if not readers will miss out on important character history and developments. Once again Charley must solve a missing woman's case which also gets her caught up in finding out who killed Artemis. Reyes is still beyond furious with Charley for binding him but he refuses to be locked up in a jail cell. I absolutely loved the characters in this story and found myself enjoying Amador, Bianca and their daughter Ashlee who loves her Uncle Reyes. I have to say however, that Charley's dad has me seeing him in a different light with his actions. This story is filled with as much mystery, suspense, steamy scenes, and laugh out loud moments as the previous books in the series. I loved getting a glimpse of the powers that Charley has and I'm excited to read more of these stories to see exactly how much power she holds within her. I can't wait to read the next book in this series. These stories are absolute page turners with a lot of unpredictable moments.
Sandy-thereadingcafe 4 months ago
Darynda Jones continues the adventures of Charlotte “Charley” Davidson and her battle with all things good, evil, beyond evil and really smexy. I must give praise to Darynda Jones’s writing style. Above all else, Charley’s witty repartee, sarcastic responses, one liners, sassy come-backs with friends, enemies and frenemies would make this series a stand-out. I find myself laughing and thinking…”that is exactly what I would have said (had I been rockin’ the PI badge).” I need a {sarcasm} button whenever I visit chat rooms to discuss books and authors….or perhaps an {insert Charley sarcasm} button. Do you think Bill Gates is willing to {sarcasm} help me out?? Then again, it is Charley’s sarcasm that may cost her…..her life!! Third Grave Dead Ahead continues a few weeks after Second Grave. As the Grim Reaper, among other things, Charley has some special powers that she is just discovering. Once again, Charley considers a missing person(s) case, but the evidence doesn’t add up. A wealthy doctor comes to Charley in the hopes she (Charley) will find his missing wife, but a mixture of guilt and sorrow pour off the man, and that in itself is confusing. But as Charley and her ‘intrepid’ side-kick Cookie scour for information, more details about the man’s past will surface and more than just one missing and presumed dead wife will tarnish the ‘good doctor’s’ reputation. Third Grave Dead Ahead is another amazing and wonderful storyline from author Darynda Jones. Her sense of humor and quick repartee between the characters will have you giggling and shaking your head. And we all know someone like Charley Davidson-a no nonsense woman willing to go the distance for someone she loves. Let’s hope Charley is loved as much in return.
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