Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Blog Tour - Fifth Grave Past the Light by Darynda Jones + GIVEAWAY




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.





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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Now an Excerpt from Fifth Grave Past the Light.........
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.

43 comments:

  1. Great looking part of a great series!

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  2. I cant wait to get my hands on this book later today!

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  3. I'v never seen a ghost before ,not sure I ever want to ,Lol

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  4. I've never seen a ghost, nor I want to. :p

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  5. I can't wait to read it:) Darn work....:(

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  6. I have a ghost... she's not so bad.

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  7. Love Charley and Reyes! I never seen a ghost but an angel when I was roughly five or six. She was my best friend when I was young, her name was Shannon and she was my beagle. When she was put down I was really upset and cried myself to sleep that night. I was awoken hours later to a bright, warm light. I knew instinctively she was my dog. She told me not to cry anymore and that she was with me in my heart and that someday we would be together again. When she told me to go back to sleep I did and woke up the next morning, happy, no longer heart broken. That memory still lives on..STRONG!

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  8. Love the excerpt! This is such an awesome series! LOVE it!

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  9. Love all of Darynda Jones's books and would highly recommend them to anyone who enjoys paranormal. Fortunately, I have never seen or experienced a ghost, but I believe in the possibility.

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  10. Great post. This was my favorite of the series so far.

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  11. The only ghosts I've seen were of the fictional variety.

    Starting 5th Grave today! Woot!

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  12. I really love this series and can't wait to read fifth grave. Charley is so amazing.

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  13. I cannot wait to get my hands on this book!! I've never seen a ghost but I have heard noises in the middle of the night that I can't explain. Ghost...or very over active imagination? I don't know. *grin*

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  14. I love this series...good for laughter and heat.

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  15. Thanks for having me on today, love!!!

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  16. I can not wait to read this book. Charley has got to be my favorite female character of all time.

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  17. I haven't seen a ghost. I can't wait to read Fifth Grave!!!

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  18. My boyfriend use to rent a house that was haunted. He would see a ghost every night between 2 and 3:00am.
    I was there one night and saw a black shadow run by the coffee table. I think it was a ghost cat.

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  19. I've never SEEn a ghost...but I have been places that just felt wrong. Wondered if there was a presence...or maybe I just had one taco too many ....

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  20. I saw a white shirt hovering, and a figure walk into a bathroom and disappear. I've seen my dead dog in the backyard. I see things all the time. I used to hear my dog scratching in the corner of the covered porch she slept on.... Rarely scared by what I see but it is freaky when it happens.

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  21. I have not seen a ghost. I can't wait for more Charley and Reyes! Thanks for the giveaway!

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  22. Great excerpt! Never seen a ghost but love doing ghost tours!

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  23. Love Love Love this series! So glad the new book is out today and i can't wait to read it. I have read the whole series and I just can't get enough of it. Hi my name Dina and I'm a CharleyandReyes addict. And damn proud of it? lol

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  24. No, I have never seen a ghost, at least that I think. I love this series big time!

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  25. I have never seen a ghost (that I know of at least). I would probably go into shock if I ever did :)

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  26. The apartment I am renting has a ghost in it. Sometimes we will see a blur of a child or a animal running in the hall

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  27. Great series! Can't wait to read this book!


    when my friend Rob's stepdad passed away 4yrs ago, it was hard on everyone. The day after the funeral, I came by to spend time with the family and to offer my condolences. We decided to hit up an Italian resturante near their home. As Rob and I are pulling out of the driveway, I slam on brakes, and point to the second story window overlooking the front yard. I told Rob I saw a man standing in the window and he told me I was nuts. But, when he looked up, there was no one there, but the curtains had been moved. He seemed a little freaked--- I asked why, and he said that the room we are looking at belongs to his 92yr old grandpa (who happened to be the the other car) and that grandpa never messed with the curtains. The family seems to think that I saw Russ, the sweet man that had just died.

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  28. OMG!!!! I have never seen a gosht.... maybe because i don't believe in them ... :)

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  29. Read the book yesterday...totally amazing. Going to read it again so I can savor it some more

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  30. I have not.. sometimes I wonder though.. when you feel that cold air that came out of nowhere if I have someone special watching over me.

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  31. Love it! Can't wait for Sixth Grave!

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  32. Congratulations on the new release. I've never seen a ghost.

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  33. No I've never seen a ghost. I don't think I'd want to either!

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