The Dirt on Ninth Grave (Charley Davidson, #9) by Darynda Jones


Title: The Dirt on Ninth Grave
Series: Charley Davidson
Author: Darynda Jones

In a small village in New York lives Jane Doe, a girl with no memory of who she is or where she came from. So when she is working at a diner and slowly begins to realize she can see dead people, she’s more than a little taken aback. Stranger still are the people entering her life. They seem to know things about her. Things they hide with lies and half-truths. Soon, she senses something far darker. A force that wants to cause her harm, she is sure of it. Her saving grace comes in the form of a new friend she feels she can confide in and the fry cook, a devastatingly handsome man whose smile is breathtaking and touch is scalding. He stays close, and she almost feels safe with him around.

But no one can outrun their past, and the more lies that swirl around her—even from her new and trusted friends—the more disoriented she becomes, until she is confronted by a man who claims to have been sent to kill her. Sent by the darkest force in the universe. A force that absolutely will not stop until she is dead. Thankfully, she has a Rottweiler. But that doesn’t help in her quest to find her identity and recover what she’s lost. That will take all her courage and a touch of the power she feels flowing like electricity through her veins. She almost feels sorry for him. The devil in blue jeans. The disarming fry cook who lies with every breath he takes. She will get to the bottom of what he knows if it kills her. Or him. Either way.

“I don’t understand your specific kind of crazy, but I do admire your commitment to it.”

“A lot of people are alive because I shed too much hair to get away with murder.”

“I have seen things. Awful things. Empty coffee cup things.”

“Men were weird. Especially men made of tempered steel and fire and perpetual darkness. Or men with penises. Either way”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”
“That’s good, because no babysitter alive should have the thoughts I have about you.”

And then he spoke the very first words he’d ever spoken to me. His deep, rich voice dissolved my bones. I almost responded with “Of course I’ll have sex with you before you sacrifice me to your gods.” Then I realized he’d asked me where the restroom was.

“His presence made the air crackle with electricity, mostly because of all the spontaneous ovulating going on when he walked in.”

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Reyes ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Charley ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥


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