Second Grave on the Left (Charley Davidson Series)

Second Grave on the Left (Charley Davidson Series)

Darynda Jones

Language: English

Pages: 336

ISBN: 1250005914

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub



Second Grave on the Left

Darynda Jones

If you hang around with dead people, life can deliver a whole world of trouble.

Take it from Charley Davidson, part-time P.I. and full-time Grim Reaper. The deceased find her very sparkly. Demons find her irresistible. And one entity in particular wants to seduce her in every way possible…

When Charley and Cookie, her best friend slash receptionist, have to track down a missing woman, the case is not quite as open and shut as they anticipate. Meanwhile, Reyes Alexander Farrow (otherwise known as the Son of Satan. Yes. Literally.) has left his corporeal body because he's being tortured by demons who want to lure Charley closer. But Reyes can't let that happen. Because if the demons get to Charley, they'll have a portal to heaven. And if they have a portal to heaven…well, let's just say it wouldn't be pretty.

Can Charley handle hot nights with Reyes and even hotter days tracking down a missing woman? Can she keep those she loves out of harm's way? And is there enough coffee and chocolate in the world to fuel her as she does?

Unpopular: An Unloved Ones Prequel (The Unloved Ones Prequels, Book 3)

Cursed (Alex Verus, Book 2)

The Reburialists

The Reburialists

Third Grave Dead Ahead (Charley Davidson, Book 3)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

note and cringed. It really wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had. I turned toward him. “So, what? You gonna sever Cookie’s spine, too?” Cookie gasped aloud, and I pinched the bridge of my nose with my fingertips. She didn’t need to hear that, especially with the dead stowaway in her trunk. Between heartbeats, Reyes dematerialized and rematerialized in front of me, anger clear on his face. “What’s it going to take, Dutch?” “For me to stop looking for you?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “You don’t

“let me look into the missing-girl case. Don’t do anything rash.” “Me?” I was only a little offended. “You stir up more hornets’ nests than a twelve-year-old boy with a baseball bat. You’re like Lois Lane on crack.” “Well, I never. So, do you have anything else for me?” “No.” “Darn.” “Are you going to stay out of trouble?” “What? K-shhhhhhh. You’re breaking up.” I hung up before he could say anything else. If I was Lois Lane, then Reyes Farrow was definitely my Superman. I just had to find

surprised me more than I wanted to admit. “We have to find him, Charley. We can’t let the U.S. marshals get to him first.” Alarm spiked within me. “What makes you say that?” “Because it’s Reyes Farrow,” he said, his tone sardonic. “I’ve seen what he’s capable of. I’ve seen what he can do with pure skill. God only knows what he could do with an actual weapon in his hands.” He scrubbed his face with his fingers, then added, “You know better than I do what he’s capable of.” He was right. I knew a

treatments for Christmas. “So, like, what are you doing?” I forced my eyes open to the grinning face of a thirteen-year-old gangbanger named Angel. Thank goodness. Surely, he could get me out of this. He was leaning in through the backseat. At that moment, I would have killed a woolly mammoth to be incorporeal as well. “I’m dying,” I croaked, my parched throat making me hoarse. “Go get help.” “You’re not dying. Besides, do I look like Lassie?” His smart-ass smirk faltered for a split second,

amazing thing I’ve ever seen.” “But, Dad,” Gemma said in admonishment, “you should have told her. You should have prepared her.” Gemma was crying now, too. I couldn’t believe it. I had entered the Twilight Zone. No more science fiction marathons for me. Gemma stepped to my side and hugged me. Like, really hugged. And damned if I didn’t hug back. The bitterness and frustration from years of being the fuckup, the odd girl out, the ugly duckling surfaced and I could not, with my most concentrated

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