I’m not overly impressed by her boyfriend-fiancé-thing Reyes-whose name is one of those that, no matter how I look at it, I can’t figure out how to pronounce it (which just eats at me every time I see it). I was pleasantly surprised to find that I was entertained by this book, and this Charley girl’s antics. Sure, it’s not the next great American novel, but it’s actually decent writing. However, once I finished the first chapter, I found myself continuing to read, because I wanted to know what happened next. However, all of that can be chalked up to personal preference my mom’s an Evanovich fan, and like most people, I don’t like having the same taste in things as my mom like clothes, celebrities, or reading material.įinal Impression and Review: With my not-so-positive first impressions, I wasn’t too keen on this book before I opened it. The comparison to Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum books on the front doesn’t help. Why wouldn’t she be? And of course she’s not like most girls-why would she be the main character if she was common? Everything about my first glance at this book made me recoil-this isn’t the kind of book I usually read, or even want to read. What does a sixth grave on the edge even mean? (Of course, a quick flip through the first couple title pages shows a list of other books by this author and presumably in this series, the first of which is First Grave on the Right, and all sequential books mimicking this title pattern.) The summary provided doesn’t help at all-of course she’s a reaper, and of course she’s dating the son of the devil. Unless, of course, the Twelve Beasts of Hell are unleashed….”įirst Impression: The aviator sunglasses with skull decorations on the cover are not a comforting sight for me, especially partnered with that title. Throw in a Deaf boy who sees dead people, a woman running from mobsters, and a very suspicious Reyes, and things can’t get any worse for Charley. Then a man loses his soul in a card game. First, Charley finds a naked corpse riding shotgun in her car. But when the FBI file on Reyes’s childhood happens to land in her lap, she can’t help herself: She opens it… and then the real fun begins. Her beloved Reyes may be the only begotten son of evil, but he’s dark and sultry and deeply sexy and everything Charley could hope for. She’s a paranormal private eye and grim-reaper-in-training who’s known to be a bit of a hell-raiser, especially after a few shots of caffeine.

Most girls might think twice before getting engaged to someone like Reyes Farrow-but Charley Davidson is not most girls.

Front Flap Summary: “ Sometimes I wrestle my demons.

Sixth grave on the edge