Charley Davidson is a part-time private investigator and full-time grim reaper. Meaning, she sees dead people. Really. And it’s her job to convince them to “go into the light.” But when these very dead people have died under less than ideal circumstances (like murder), sometimes they want Charley to bring the bad guys to justice.
Complicating matters are the intensely hot dreams she’s been having about an entity who has been following her all her life…and it turns out he might not be dead after all. In fact, he might be something else entirely.
But what does he want with Charley? And why can’t she seem to resist him? And what does she have to lose by giving in?
“That took balls.”
“Please,” I said with a snort, “that took ovaries. Of which I have two.”
“She’s like a hurricane on crystal meth.”
“Reyes Farrow. Because perfection is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.”
“Every night in my dreams, a man appeared from the darkest recesses of my mind, as if he’d been waiting for me to fall asleep. His mouth, full, masculine, would sear my flesh. His tongue, like flames across my skin, would send tiny sparks quaking through my body. Then he would dip south, and the heavens would open and a chorus singing hallelujah would ring out in perfect harmony.”
“You’re just using me for my body.”
“You don’t have a body,” I’d remind him.
“Throw that in my face.”
“Technically, you don’t have a face either.”
“We all have a certain knowledge about how the universe works. And when someone comes along and challenges that knowledge, we don’t know how to deal with it. We aren’t hardwired that way. It’s difficult to question everything you’ve ever thought to be true.”