Third Grave Dead Ahead is the third installment of Darynda Jones’ award-winning paranormal series that’s “hilarious and heartfelt, sexy and surprising.” (J.R. Ward)Paranormal private eye. Grim reaper extraordinaire. Whatever. Charley Davidson is back! And she’s drinking copious amounts of caffeine to stay awake because, every time she closes her eyes, she sees him: Reyes Farrow, the part-human, part-supermodel son of Satan. Yes, she did imprison him for all eternity, but come on. How is she supposed to solve a missing persons case, deal with an ego-driven doctor, calm her curmudgeonly dad, and take on a motorcycle gang hell-bent on murder when the devil’s son just won’t give up?
Review: If you haven’t read the Charley Davidson series by Darynda Jones, STOP what you’re doing and go get these books! I absolutely love this series about funny, kick-ass, snarky, smart-mouth, sexy Charley Davidson. Third Grave Dead Ahead is, hello, the third in the series. You can read this as a stand-alone, but why would you want to when you can delve into Charley’s freaky world with her kooky, fun friends? Actually it does help to read the series in order, but the main character usually explains enough you can get the gist of it pretty quick. Darynda Jones never lets me down when I want an excellent book to read.
Charley Davidson is the grim reaper. Yes, THE grim reaper. She’s a conduit through which the departed can pass through to get to the other side. This has been her job her entire life. Even as a small child, she could see and talk to the dead, so what else does a cop for a father do? He uses her to help him solve murders. And when he retired, she began helping her Uncle Bob with his cases.
Charley is also a private investigator, with a pretty good track record, even if she does get pretty beat up along the way. With the help of Cookie, her best friend and office administrator, and a smokin’ hot bounty hunter friend, Charley takes on cases for the living and the dead. In this third book, she is approached to find the missing wife of a well-to-do doctor. But all is not what it seems, and Charley is highly suspicious of the good doctor, so she begins investigating him as well. She has a run-in with a biker gang (whose handsome leader is a real softy when it comes to his guard dogs), a teenage gangbanger who helps her on assignments, a father who wants her to give up her day job…let’s see, who am I forgetting?
Oh, yeah. The son of Satan, Reyes Farrow. The gorgeous, irresistible, melt-into-a-puddle-when-he-looks-at-you man/devil who has been protecting her since she was born. Charley is desperately trying to stay awake, because every time she falls asleep, he appears at her side and does sensual things to-and-with her that she can’t resist. She’s in love with him, but scared to death of him. In prison for killing his abusive father, Charley begins looking into his case and discovers some awful, shocking secrets. Can she help him, then hope he leaves her alone? Does she want him to leave her alone? (Shoot, if she does, send him my way!)
Told from Charley’s first person point of view, these books are not only laugh-out-loud funny, but the author evokes a different set of emotions, the depth and breadth of which leave me stunned. I am always pulled right into the story from the very first line. Even after putting the book down, the characters and story linger behind, and make me want to be a part of Charley’s circle of friends. If I could give this book 10 Roses, I would!
Favorite Quote: (While searching for breakfast): “After an epic search, I finally found something neither green nor fuzzy. It was a hot sausage link. I named it Peter, mostly because I liked naming things and partly because it seemed like the right thing to do.”