6thgravecoverCharley Davidson Series #6
by Darynda Jones
E-Book, Audio and Hardcover: 336 pages
Paperback available in August 2014
St. Martin’s Press; 1st edition (May 20, 2014)

Finished copy provided by publisher for review.  No remuneration was exchanged and all opinions presented herein are my own except as noted.

Few things in life can come between a grim reaper and her coffee, but the sexy, sultry son of Satan is one of them. Now that Reyes Farrow has asked for her hand, Charley Davidson feels it’s time to learn more about his past, but Reyes is reluctant to open up. When the official FBI file of his childhood abduction lands in her lap, Charley decides to go behind her mysterious beau’s back and conduct her own investigation. Because what could go wrong?

Unfortunately, another case has fallen into her lap—one with dangerous implications. Some very insistent men want Charley to hunt down a witness who is scheduled to testify against their boss, a major player in the local crime syndicate. If Charley doesn’t come up with an address in 48 hours, the people closest to her will start to disappear.

Add to that a desperate man in search of the soul he lost in a card game, a dogged mother determined to find the ghost of her son, and a beautiful, young Deaf boy haunted by his new ability to see the departed as clearly as he sees the living, and Charley has her hands full. The fact that Reyes has caught on to her latest venture only adds fuel to the inferno that he is. Good thing for Charley she’s used to multi-tasking and always up for a challenge…especially when that challenge comes in the form of Reyes Farrow.

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The  SIXTH GRAVE FROM THE EDGE virtual book tour is stopping here today with my review, an except and a link to the tourwide giveaway! ENJOY!

My Take!
Fans of the Charley Davidson series know this entry in the funny, thrill a minute series where the grim reaper is a sexy brunette in love with the Super-Hot Son of Satan is a must read and, because of a cliff hanger in the last book, have probably already loaded it into their e-readers, or opened their print copy to dive right in and find out the fate of the characters.

I was a little fuzzy in regards to some of what happens in this book; either I didn’t understand a few things or they were beyond my intellectual capabilities, but I also enjoyed it a lot, in no small part because we learn the disposition of that cliff hanger.

Darynda is very slowly revealing Charley’s supernatiural abilities to her, and us. A lot of Charley’s friends seem to know more about it than she does, and I strongly suspect several of her nearest and dearest are part of a protect Charley team.

Reyes is as hot as ever and of course delights women with his super hotness. He’s a lot like Janet Evanovich’s Ranger from the Stephanie Plum series. It’s possible I drew that relationship because I listened to a Janet Evanovich novel immediately after finishing SIXTH GRAVE and my subconscious was probably trying to draw links between the two. I guess what I found myself thinking was that if you like Janet Evanovich, and like paranormal romance or urban fantasy, you would be really likely to love this series.  Of course, Reyes is a little more committed to Charley than I can ever imagine Ranger being to Stephanie. And the similarity is probably also there because like Stephanie, Charley grew up in tne same town she lives in as an adult, and as the daughter and niece of a police officer Charley was part of a smaller community like Stephanie was part of the Burg

Other than the dilemma of this story’s client and their need to find the person mentioned in the book description, none of  the series’ story lines really get tied up.  Most series characters from previous stories make an appearance, sometimes in the way I expect from a “farewell tour,” or the last book in a series.  But a few new things happen that promise to propel the series farther and, ugh, we get a big surprise at the end.  It is a logical progression with cliff hanger-ish tendencies.

The series is a MUST READ. But if you have not read the earlier books in the series this would not be a good place to start and I don’t know why you would want to:  there are so many spine-tingly thrills and hot fun in the earlier books that explain the happenings in SIXTH GRAVE FROM THE EDGE. Once you have gotten into the series and caught up this will be a must read for you!







Chapter One

A blank is the only thing I draw well.



“A girl, a mocha latte, and a naked dead man walk into a bar,” I said, turning to the naked dead man sitting in my passenger’s seat. The elderly naked dead man who’d been riding shotgun in my cherry red Jeep Wrangler, aka Misery, for two days now. We were on a stakeout. Sort of. I was staking out a Mr. and Mrs. Foster, so I was definitely on a stakeout. No idea what Naked Dead Man was on. Considering the fact that he looked about 112, probably blood thinners. Cholesterol medication. And, judging from the state of his manhood, which I couldn’t stop seeing every single time I turned toward him, Viagra. If I were to hash-tag that moment, my status would read something like #impressed.

I gave him two thumbs up, then looked back at the house again, happy to be sitting in Misery. The Jeep, not the emotion. I’d just picked her up from the car hospital two days earlier. She’d had several surgeries to fix her broken girlie bits because a raving lunatic rammed into her. He’d knocked her into a state of mangled disrepair and me, as I was in the driver’s seat at the time, into a state of oblivion. I stayed in that state long enough for Mr. Raving Lunatic to cart me off to a deserted bridge to kill me. He failed and died in the process, but Misery had paid a high price for his nefarious machinations. Why did bad guys always try to hurt the ones I loved?

And this one had succeeded. Misery was hurt. Bad. No one wanted to work on her. Said she couldn’t be saved. Said to give her over to the scrap yard. Thankfully, a family friend with a body shop and a few incriminating photos, which just happened to have found their way into my possession, agreed with great reluctance to try.

Noni kept her for two long weeks before calling to tell me that he’d almost lost her a couple of times, but she’d pulled through with flying colors. When I got the green light to go pick her up, I tore out of my apartment so fast, I left a dust trail behind me, along with a flummoxed best friend, who’d been telling me about the couple in 3C. They were apparently newlyweds, if their energy to do it—her words—all night every night was any indication. I hurried back to her, however, because I didn’t have a car and I needed a ride.

When we picked up Misery, Noni tried to tell me everything he’d had to do to her to get her up and running, but I held up a hand to stop him, unable to bear it. This was Misery he was talking about. Not some random Wrangler off the streets. This was my Wrangler. My best friend. My baby.

Holy cow, I needed a life.

I had to hand it to Noni, though. Misery was good as new. Better than I was, anyway. Ever since that night, I’d been having problems sleeping. I suffered from debilitating nightmares that left me screaming into my pillow, and I jumped every time someone dropped a feather.

But at least Misery was okay. Like, really okay. It was weird. Her cough was gone. Her sluggish response time was no longer an issue. Her reluctance to wake up in the mornings as she sputtered in protest every time I tried to fire all engines was nonexistent. Now she started on the first try, no groaning or whining, and she purred like a newborn kitten. How Noni had managed to fix her insides as well as her outsides I’d never know, but the guy was good. And Noni was my new best friend. Well, after Misery. And Cookie, my real best friend. And Garrett, my kind of, sort of best friend. And Reyes, my. . . my . . .

What was Reyes? Besides the dark and sultry son of evil? My boy toy? My love slave? My 24/7 booty call?

Well, yes.

He was all those things, but he was also my almost-fiancé. All I had to do was say yes to the proposal he’d written on a sticky note, and he would be my fiancé for reals. Until then, however, he was my almost fiancé.

No, my soon-to-be fiancé.

No! My nigh fiancé.

Yeah, that’d work.

I turned back to the naked dead man, stuffed a couple of Cheez-Its into my mouth, and confessed my latest sin.

“I’m just kidding,” I said through the crackers, regretting the fact that I’d tempted him and now had no follow-up. No punch line. “I don’t know any ‘girl, mocha latte, dead man’ jokes. Sorry to get your hopes up like that.” He didn’t seem to mind, however. He sat staring straight ahead as always, his gray eyes clouded and watery with age, oblivious of my charm, my clever repartee, and my intellectual wit. He was ignoring me!

It happened.

“Cheez-It?” I offered him.


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


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