Series: Charley Davidson #1
Narrator: Lorelei King
Published by Macmillan Audio on 02-09-11
Genres: Urban Fantasy
Length: 9 hrs and 4 mins
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A smashing, award-winning debut novel that introduces Charley Davidson: part-time private investigator and full-time Grim Reaper Charley sees dead people. That’s right, she sees dead people. And it’s her job to convince them to “go into the light.” But when these very dead people have died under less than ideal circumstances (i.e. murder), sometimes they want Charley to bring the bad guys to justice. Complicating matters are the intensely hot dreams she’s been having about an Entity who has been following her all her life...and it turns out he might not be dead after all. In fact, he might be something else entirely.
This is a thrilling debut novel from an exciting newcomer to the world of paranormal romantic suspense.
Maybe I just wasn’t in the right mood the first go around because I did finish it and enjoyed this time around. I really liked the idea of a series about a woman Grim Reaper and that’s what drew me to it in the first place.
Ms. Jones has written a great smart ass heroine in Charley Davidson. The snarky one liners and hint of romance between Charley and Reyes was a nice balance to make me what to know “Will they or won’t they”. (I’m not telling.You’ll have to read or listen to find out.)
While First Grave on the Right didn’t knock me off my seat; I did enjoy it enough to want to give the second book, Second Grave on the Left a listen. In fact, I already have it on loan from the library so you can expect a review on it in the next week or so. I have my fingers crossed that the 2nd book will be even better than the first. At the very least it should have more of the sexy Reyes in it. 😉
“My fore-parts, as you so ineloquently put it, have names.” I pointed to my right breast. “This is Danger.” Then my left. “And this is Will Robinson. I would appreciate it if you addressed them accordingly.”
“After a long pause in which he took the time to blink several times, he asked, “You named your breasts?”I turned my back to him with a shrug. “I named my ovaries, too, but they don’t get out as much.”