Thursday, April 20, 2017


By: Darynda Jones
Published By: Piatkus
Released : Available Now
Details: Paperback from library, 320 Pages


Blurb: Goodreads

A typical day in the life of Charley Davidson involves cheating husbands, missing people, errant wives, philandering business owners, and oh yeah...demons, hell hounds, evil gods, and dead people. Lots and lots of dead people.

As a part time Private Investigator and full-time Grim Reaper, Charley has to balance the good, the bad, the undead, and those who want her dead. In this eleventh installment, Charley is learning to make peace with the fact that she is a goddess with all kinds of power and that her own daughter has been born to save the world from total destruction. 

But the forces of hell are determined to see Charley banished forever to the darkest corners of another dimension. With the son of Satan himself as her husband and world-rocking lover, maybe Charley can find a way to have her happily ever after after all.


I think this was one of the best Charley’s for me in a while. I simply adored this installment.

There was a lot going on.

Lots of side stories.


*draw drops*

The sexual encounters he had with Charley were so creative and different and visually…whahhh.

He locked his intense gaze with mine. “Wet your fingers.”

I lifted a hand to my mouth.

“Not there.”

Surprised, I reached between my…


I pushed them deeper, the sensation swirling in the pit of my stomach.

His breaths grew labored as well. “Rub your…”

I did. The hunger I saw on his face more erotic than my own touch.

“Made a mess?” I asked.

He nodded.

I reached across and caressed his crotch. Felt the warmth. Moistened my panties even more.

“Yeah, I should probably change, too.”

The emotion I felt for Charley and Reyes because they can’t have their bubba in their arms—there was a scene—I felt it.


I love Osh. He is kinda hilarious in this installment— for a slave demon.

Ubie and Cookie…always wonderful their interaction.

Hints for bigger things in storyline appear.

Seeds are sprinkled like hundreds and thousands.

Love the Angels hanging about on every corner…and of course Angel, himself.

There was so much for me to love about this installment. We moved forward. We learned things.

Charley still is helping dead people crossover…even that cute little…

I like how Darynda shows us real emotion when it comes to a mother not being able to be in contact with her baby. I want more of that as it is real and true and very much a part of Charley’s current journey and Reyes’.

I want to see Reyes with Beep, even if Charley can’t be near her. Reyes the son of Satan and his baby…yeah. I want to see more of that.

I don’t think there was hardly a page without Charley being switched on with all that wit that simply seems to pour out of her mouth when she opens it. She can make anything Charleyized.

I simply love watching Reyes. I'm a Reyes-stalker.

Yep. We’d turned the corner of the building, heading toward the parking lot, when I spotted Mr. Reyes Farrow standing next to his stunning ’70 Plymouth ‘Cuda. Classic. Dark. And all muscle. The car was hot, too.

Reyes, playing teacher was brilliant. I loved how that all played out. I loved watching Charley get it at the same time we, the reader starts to get who Charley really is and what she is really capable of, in small doses. There was no manual for her to read up on and finally she is getting some guidance.

Watching her shift in her human vs who she really is mind set.

There is lovable Charley, witty Charley, I-must-name-everything-Charley…and then…there is the storm inside that can do things that human-Charley is just beginning to understand.

Even though grain of sand and all.

Bring on The Trouble With Twelfth Grave.

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