Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Spotlight & Giveaway - Fifth Grave Past the Light


Love this series to pieces!!!








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Blurb:
Never underestimate the power of a woman
on a double espresso with a mocha latte chaser high.
—T-shirt
Charley Davidson isn’t your everyday, run-of-the-mill grim reaper.  She’s more of a paranormal private eye/grim reaper extraordinaire.  However, she gets sidetracked when the sexy, sultry son of Satan, Reyes Farrow, moves in next door. To further complicate matters, Reyes is her main suspect in an arson case.  Charley has vowed to stay away from him until she can find out the truth…but then dead women start appearing in her apartment, one after another, each lost, confused, and terrified beyond reason.  When it becomes apparent that her own sister, Gemma, is the serial killer’s next target Charley has no choice but to ask for Reyes’ help.  Arsonist or not, he’s the one man alive who could protect Gemma no matter who or what came at her. But he wants something in return. Charley. All of her, body and soul. And to keep her sister safe, it is a price she is willing to pay.
Charley Davidson is at it again in Fifth Grave Past the Light, the sexy, suspenseful, and laugh-out-loud funny fifth installment of the New York Times bestselling series by Darynda Jones.
Excerpt: Ask me about life after death.

—T-shirt often seen on Charley Davidson,
   a grim reaper with questionable morals

The dead guy at the end of the bar kept trying to buy me a drink.
Which figured. No one else was even taking a second look and I’d
dressed to the nines. Or, at the very least, the eight- and- a-halves.
But the truly disturbing part of my evening was the fact that my
mark, one Mr. Marvin Tidwell, blond real estate broker and suspected
adulterer, actually turned down the drink I’d tried to buy
him.

Turned it down!

I felt violated.

I sat at the bar, sipping a margarita, lamenting the sad turn my life
had taken. Especially to night. This case was not going as planned.
Maybe I wasn’t Marv’s type. It happened. But I was oozing interest.
And I wore makeup. And I had cleavage. Even with all that going for
me, this investigation was firmly wedged between the cracks of no and
where. At least I could tell my client, aka Mrs. Marvin Tidwell, that it
would seem her husband was not cheating on her. Not randomly,
anyway. The fact that he could’ve been meeting someone in par tic ular
kept me glued to my barstool.

“C-come here often?”

I looked over at the dead guy. He’d finally worked up the courage
to approach and I got a better view of him. I figured him for the runt
of the litter. He wore round- rimmed glasses and a tattered baseball
cap that sat backwards on top of muddy brown hair. Add to that a
faded blue T-shirt and loosely ripped jeans and he could’ve been a
skater, a computer geek, or a backwoods moonshiner.

His cause of death was not immediately apparent. No stab wounds
or gaping holes. No missing limbs or tire tracks across his face. He
didn’t even look like a drug addict, so I couldn’t tell why he’d died at
such a young age. Taking into account the fact that his baby- faced
features would make him look younger than he probably was, I estimated
him to be somewhere around my age when he’d passed.

He stood waiting for an answer. I thought “Come here often?”
was rhetorical, but okay. Not wanting to be perceived as talking to
myself in a room full of people, I responded by lifting one shoulder
in a halfhearted shrug.

Sadly, I did. Come here often. This was my dad’s bar, and while I
never set up stings here for fear of someone I knew blowing my
cover, this just happened to be the very same bar Mr. Tidwell frequented.
At least if it came to a knockdown drag- out, I might have
some backup. I knew most of the regulars and all of the employees.

Dead Guy glanced toward the kitchen, seeming nervous before he
refocused on me. I glanced that way as well. Saw a door.

“Y-you’re very shiny,” he said, drawing my attention back to him.

He had a stutter. Few things were more adorable than a grown
man with boyish features and a stutter. I stirred my margarita and
pasted on a fake smile. I couldn’t talk to him in a room full of living,
breathing patrons. Especially when one was named Jessica Guinn, to
my utter mortification. I hadn’t seen her fiery red hair since high
school but there she sat, a few seats down from me, surrounded by a
group of chattering socialites who looked almost as fake as her boobs.
But that could be my bitterness rearing its ugly head.

Unfortunately, my forced smile only encouraged Dead Guy.

“Y-you are. You’re like the s-sun reflecting off the chrome bumper of
a f-fifty- seven Chevy.”

He splayed his fingers in the air to demonstrate, and my heart was
gone. Damn it. He was like all those lost puppies I tried to save as a
child to no avail because I had an evil stepmother who believed all
stray dogs were rabid and would try to rip out her jugular. A fact that
had nothing to do with my desire to bring them into the house.

“Yeah,” I said under my breath, doing my best ventriloquist impersonation,
“thanks.”

“I’m D-Duff ,” he said.

“I’m Charley.” I kept my hands wrapped around my drink lest he
decide we needed to shake. Not many things looked stranger to the
living world than a grown woman shaking air. You know those kids
with invisible friends? Well, I was one of those. Only I wasn’t a kid,
and my friends weren’t invisible. Not to me, anyway. And I could see
them because I’d been born the grim reaper, which was not as bad as
it sounded. I was basically a portal to heaven, and whenever someone
was stuck on Earth, having chosen not to cross over immediately after
death, they could cross to the other side through me. I was like a giant
bug light, only what I lured was already dead.

I pulled at my extra- tight sweater. “Is it just me, or is it really
warm in here?”

His baby blues shot toward the kitchen again. “Hot is m-more
like it. S-so, I— I couldn’t help but notice you t-tried to buy that guy
over there a drink.”

I let my fake smile go. Freed it like a captured bird. If it came back
to me, it would be mine. If not, it never was. “And?”

“You’re b-barking up the wrong tree with that one.”

Surprised, I put my drink down— the one I bought myself— and
leaned in a little closer. “He’s gay?”

Duff snorted. “N-no. But he’s been in here a lot lately. He l-likes
his women a little . . . l-looser.”

“Dude, how much sluttier can I get?” I indicated my attire with a
sweep of my hand.

“N-no, I mean, well, you’re a l-little—” He let his gaze travel the
length of me. “—t-tight.”

I gasped. “I look anal?”

He drew in a deep breath and tried again. “H-he only hits on
women who are more s-substantial than you.”

Oh, that wasn’t offensive at all. “I have depth. I’ve read Proust.
No, wait, that was Pooh. Winnie- the- Pooh. My bad.”

He shifted his non ex is tent weight, cleared his throat, and tried
again. “More v-voluptuous.”

“I have curves,” I said through a clenched jaw. “Have you seen
my ass?”

“Heavier!” he blurted out.

“I weigh— Oh, you mean he likes bigger women.”

“E-exactly, while I on the other hand—”

Duff ’s words faded into the background like elevator music. So
Marv liked big women. A new plan formed in the darkest, most corrupt
corners of Barbara. My brain.

Cookie, otherwise known as my receptionist during regular business
hours and my best friend 24/7, was perfect. She was large and in
charge. Or well, large and kind of bossy. I picked up my cell phone
and called her.

“This better be good,” she said.

“It is. I need your assistance.”

“I’m watching the first season of Prison Break.

“Cookie, you’re my assistant. I need assistance. With a case. You
know those things we take on to make money?”

Prison. Break. It’s about these brothers who—”

“I know what Prison Break is.”

“Then have you ever actually seen these boys? If you had, you
would not expect me to abandon them in their time of need. I think
there’s a shower scene coming up.”

“Do these brothers sign your paycheck?”

“No, but technically neither do you.”

Damn. She was right. It was much easier to just have her forge my
name.

“I need you to come flirt with my mark.”

“Oh, okay. I can do that.”

Nice. The F-word always worked with her. I filled her in and told
her the deal with Tidwell, then ordered her to hurry over.

“And dress sexy,” I said right before hanging up. But I regretted
the sexy part instantly. The last time I told Cookie to dress sexy for a
much- needed girls’ night out on the town, she wore a lace- up corset,
fishnet stockings, and a feather boa. She looked like a dominatrix. I’d
never been the same.


Author Bio:
NYTimes and USA Today Bestselling Author Darynda Jones has won numerous awards for her work, including a prestigious Golden Heart®, a Rebecca, two Hold Medallions, a RITA ®, and a Daphne du Maurier, and she has received stellar reviews from dozens of publications including starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly, Booklist, and the Library Journal. As a born storyteller, Darynda grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike, and she is ever so grateful for the opportunity to carry on that tradition. She currently has two series with St. Martin’s Press: The Charley Davidson Series and the Darklight Trilogy. She lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband of almost 30 years and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys. She can be found at www.daryndajones.com.


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31 comments:

  1. No I have never. I meam while I am awake, but when I am asleep it happens. Sometimes.

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  2. I have never seen a ghost but I wouldn't mind if I did.
    can't wait to read this book!

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  3. I have seen ghosts, mostly when I was younger. They look like everyone else for the most part, but as I get older they are not as easy to see.

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  4. I saw a ghost when I was little. It scared the crap out of me, so I locked myself in the bathroom for the rest of the night, because it couldn't get me in there. Looking back you have to love me logic.

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  5. Love this series! Darynda is the best and sweetest person!

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  6. the lady that previously lived where I live now died in my bedroom. I believe she is still here. commades flush, cabinet doors open, front door opens every now and then. items that has been sitting still for months will fall. my dogs will sit with their heads cocked and staring at something very interested. when you look to see what it is that has their attention nothing is there. you can be in one room and watch shadows in another room. my husband thought it was me and called out. when I didn't answer he went to ask why I hadn't left for the store yet and no one was there. my daughter-in-law has told me she has seen a woman standing at the door. that was before we told her the history of our home. nothing has ever been done in malice so it doesn't bother me. we can share. she just does things every now and then to let me know she is still here. sometimes the happenings are more often.

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  7. I have personally never seen a ghost, but I am a believer.

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  8. I have had a ghost follow me around since I was a little girl, he would rock my bed at night he still does if I am sleeping alone.... When I was small if someone slept in my bed when I was gone he would force them out by shaking it crazy and scaring them... As I got older my brother would always swear that I had a man entering my room at night, and when he would check no one was there and I was asleep. Call it what you will from now on im calling him Reyes... True Story!!!!

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  9. I haven't been lucky enough to see a spirit yet, but I believe they are there.

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  10. I haven't personally but my mom claims she lived in a haunted house when I was a baby.

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  11. This series rocks! Love it! This excerpt cracks me up! My copy should be showing up today in the mail. Woohoo!

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  12. No ghosts for this girlie, but an angel is another thing altogether. I had a dog when I was five or six and she had to be put down because she was highly allergic to flea bites and back then the vets didn't have much to stop them. When my dad told me, I didn't believe him. That night I had to face the truth..my dog was gone. I cried myself to sleep that night. I awoke several hours later to a bright and warm light. She was beautiful and even though I couldn't see her face, I knew it was Shannon. She told me not to cry anymore that she was always with me in my heart and that someday we would be back together again. She told me to go back to sleep and I did. When I woke up the next day I was content and no longer heart broken. To this day I still remember that moment EVER so clearly.

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  13. Thankfully, I have never experienced a ghost, but I believe in their possibility.

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  14. I have seen several....just people attached to certain places...especially houses I have lived in.....Current house has on older heavy set woman...after describing her to some older neighbors...a former owner of the house!!!

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  15. never seen a ghost....dont think I ever want to see a ghost!
    Love this excerpt, series and especially Darynda!

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  16. I've felt the presence of ghosts before but I've never actually seen one.

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  17. HUGE fan of Charley! Love the slogans, my fav part!

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  18. I have been waiting what seems like for ever for the next book, waiting for UPS to drop my copy off. No housework for me today.

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  19. Have a seen ghost, yes, I went to a old mill on a s trip to southern Indiana, I was walking up the stars in the mill, I glanced behind me and there was a older woman in 1600 type clothes, I thought she was part of the tour or worked there. I moved up two more steps and turn back around and she was gone. There was absolutely no place for her to go other then past me and she hadn't. I looked up on the computer later that night and there has been such sightings before, but I had known none of this until after the fact.

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  20. Lord, have mercy! This book is hot!

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  21. Not seen but.....Shortly after my dad passed I went into a room and could smell is cologne. There was nothing in the room that belonged to him that could have held the smell.

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  22. Never saw a ghost thank God!! LOL

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  23. Even though I haven't seen any ghosts, I'm a believer. Started 5th Grave at lunch today and didn't want to go back to work LOL.

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  24. Sweet post!!!! I love the setup. Thanks, guys! And good luck to everyone who enters the contest!
    Many hugs and kisses!

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  25. I have never seen a ghost but my nephew saw something multiple times when he was very little (way to young to make up stories) that we could never explain.

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  26. I want to see what my dogs are looking when there is nothing there. Then again...maybe not.

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  27. No I have never. I'd be scared shitless if I did though :D

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