by Darynda Jones
Series: Charley Davidson #7
Published by Macmillan, St. Martins Genres: Humour, Paranormal, Paranormal Romance
Source: Author, Publisher



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7th Grave & No Body cover

Series: Charley Davidson (Book 7)
Hardcover: 336 pages
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press (October 21, 2014)
In the US available as a Hardcover, in ebook and audio formats formats

Book provided by publisher for review. No remuneration was received and all opinion presented herein is my own unless otherwise noted.

Lead me not into temptation.
Follow me instead! I know a shortcut!
Twelve. Twelve of the deadliest beasts ever forged in the fires of hell have escaped onto our plane, and they want nothing more than to rip out the jugular of Charley Davidson and serve her lifeless, mangled body to Satan for dinner. So there’s that. But Charley has more on her plate than a mob of testy hellhounds. For one thing, her father has disappeared, and the more she retraces his last steps, the more she learns he was conducting an investigation of his own, one that has Charley questioning everything she’s ever known about him. Add to that an ex-BFF who is haunting her night and day, a rash of suicides that has authorities baffled, and a drop-dead sexy fiancé who has attracted the attentions of a local celebrity, and Charley is not having the best week of her life.

A tad north of hell, a hop, skip, and a jump past the realm of eternity, is a little place called Earth, and Charley Davidson, grim reaper extraordinaire, is determined to do everything in her power to protect it.

We’re doomed.


square "my take"I have always enjoyed this stellar series from Darynda Jones and seven books in she is keeping it fresh with new information about Charley, new plot devices, startling and sad happenings, and of course the ever hot Reyes Farrow.   But even the super hot Reyes doesn’t appeal to me as much as Charley herself.  She’s so funny that I find myself cracking up constantly as I read her from page one to page done.

I was progressing from accepting to  frustrated about the mystery of Charley’s origins, and Darynda brings the whole thing forward some, but not without raising more questions.  There are several story lines going on at this point in the series: Reyes and Charley’s relationship and the impending threat to Charley from Reyes’ father, AKA Lucifer, are the backbone of the series.  They are progressing through the different entries.   Then each book has its own story involving Charley’s family, friends and neighbors, living and dead, her PI business and work as a police consultant, and her main purpose as a grim reaper.

This novel got a little busy with the number of sub-plots, and felt to me as if some of the busy was covering for what felt thin in the “supernatural threats against Charley department.”  It does get tidied up a little, but I don’t feel like enough is being revealed as more mystery is created. The first scene has little to do with the rest of the story, but it feels as if it is more major than what becomes the major sub-plot.   Also, blending of religions and mythologies began to feel to confusing and I think it is pushing the limits of what works. Wow, given Pope Francis’ revelations yesterday about accepting scientific theories,  maybe he reads Darynda as well! We do learn that duct tape is a vital part of the demonic first aid kit.  The story has its share of super sad, as well as scary moments.

But not all the action happens while Charley’s [Fallen] Angels fight the forces of evil — Charley’s physical relationship with Reyes takes on new, super sexy levels, and her abilities in this arena surprise even Reyes.  If this were an online game it would be the top level, all the candy crushed, angry birds pacified (or whatever happens to the angry birds), all the blocks destroyed.  It is as hotter than the hell Reyes came from. Speaking of Reyes, we get something new from him in this book!

I liked Darynda’s treatment of double standards in applying words like “slut” to men.

Although there were a few troubling spots I still read the book like a woman starving for the red chili burritos that Charley is so enamored with. And, I can’t wait to see what happens next.


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I stepped inside the lobby and continued down a darkened corridor.

“Rocket?” I said, my voice soft as I trampled through dirt and debris left by partiers. Much of the surface had been tagged, but Rocket’s etchings made them look rather beautiful, like crumbling pieces of ancient abstract art.

The last time I saw the Rocket Man, he’d been scratching my name into one of the walls. He wrote only the names of those who had died or were about to die, so seeing my name up in scratches was sobering. But that was before I knew about the bun. This was a whole new game, and I was not about to die anytime soon. My daughter had to be born. Her birth was prophesied according to some guy way back when, before the invention of sliced bread. Rocket was wrong, however— and this wouldn’t be the first time. Well, okay, technically he hadn’t been wrong yet. He’d prophesied Reyes’s death, and Reyes did die for a few seconds before I brought him back to life with a kiss— according to my affianced, anyway.

So I had to believe that Rocket’s record was yet untainted, but was about to be. If there’s one thing I’d learned as a supernatural being thus far, it’s that there’s always a loophole. No way was I going to die now. I would lie, cheat and steal to make sure nothing happened to the bun. And I needed info to assure my survival.

Sadly, Rocket wasn’t the easiest being to get information out of, but he was going to give me a few more details if I had to strangle them out of him. First, however, I needed to know about the suicide victims. I could keep his attention for only so long. If I had to choose between me and the suicide victims, I’d have to choose the latter. They could’ve been abducted. They could still be alive and suffering. Their safety had to come first in this situation. Then maybe I could convince Rocket to tell me something about my own demise. Demises in general sucked. My own would probably suck even worse from my point of view. It was hard to tell at this juncture.




daryndaNYTimes 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.

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