Still running down some fave paranormal/Urban Fantasy reads for the October SPOOKTACULAR.
Charley Davidson is a Reaper. She doesn’t actually harvest souls–she’s merely a portal–a conduit to the otherside. A Pearly Gate, if you will.
And, she’s been this way her whole life. Even brought her own mother’s soul to eternal rest when she died at Charley’s birth.
So, it’s no surprise when dead lawyers show up unwilling to ride the express to Eternity. What is shocking? The three of them are partners–and they had a really nasty client.
Can anyone say m-o-b h-i-t?
Being the gate to the afterlife doesn’t pay bills. Charley works as a PI, and also helps her uncle, a police detective, solve crimes for the Albuquerque PD. Why not? I mean, lots of murder victims could tell her exactly where to find the body and who the perp was.
Anywho…Charley’s seen it all. Except perhaps for the dream lover who continues to sex-her-up when her eyes close. He’s the absolute sex bomb. And, for good reason: Reyes Farrow is the son of Satan. Yeah.
Oh! I see you staring down your nose at me! Who’s to say he’s pure evil? And, and, even if he is, lots of girls go for the Bad Guy, amiright?
Besides, he’s just a dream lover…which means they do the dirty dance in her head. No need for confession, folks.
Charley endeavors to solve the mystery of the Three Dead Lawyers whilst dodging a pint-sized poltergeist and commiserating with her BFF/secretary Cookie and lamenting her shitty coffee maker. It’s a rollicking time–and Charley manages to get herself beat up (twice?) and nearly shot by a client’s abusive husband. In this she would have died but a cloaked visage appears and slices her attacker down with mystical efficiency.
Here’s the thing: this book is Laugh. Out. Loud. Charley is irreverent. She’s so dead pan (pun intended) about her interactions with the departed that it stuns the reader into hilarity. In the end she does help the lawyers to crossover and finds out a bit more about the connection between Dreamy Reyes and the cloaked assassin. Oh, and it’s hawt.
FIRST GRAVE is the first in a series–and I’ve read on. They are soooo fun.
Again, it’s a trad pub title and my library stocked a couple copies.
Let me know if you’ve read and of Darynda’s Jones works–and if you liked them.
And, as always: keep reading, my friends.