Seventh Grave and No Body (Charley Davidson, #7) by Darynda Jones


Title: Seventh Grave and No Body
Series: Charley Davidson
Author: Darynda Jones

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 fiance 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.

 I don’t think I get enough credit for the fact that I do all of this unmedicated.

“I often question my sanity. Occasionally, it replies.”

“I’m like crack. People don’t want to like me, but once they get a taste, they always come back for more.”

“I knew it!” she said, glaring at me. “You’re in league with the devil.”
“Duh. I’m affianced to him. Or, well, his son. I guess that makes me ‘in league’ with him, but you can’t judge people by their in-laws. In-laws are all crazy. Everyone knows that.”

“Damn it, I needed The Idiot’s Guide to Grim Reaperism.”

“My life is just like a soap opera filmed in a psychiatric ward.”

“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.”

“According to this, it’s not the Twelve that is going to be the undoing of the Daughter of Light, but the Thirteenth Warrior.”
“Antonio Banderas is going to be my undoing? I’m rife with anticipation.”

“Are you ready?” she asked, whispering.
“Ready as a drunk virgin on prom night.”

After an initial rush of pleasure that left me trembling with need, I broke off the heated kiss and whispered, “Okay, you win.”
He leaned over me and said into my ear, “Dutch, I won the moment you crawled into bed.”
He really did need to work on his self-esteem.

“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.”

“I was like a small but devastating plague upon humanity.”

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Reyes ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Charley ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥


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