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Sixth Grave on the Edge 

Few things in life can come between a grim reaper and her coffee, but the sexy, sultry son of Satan is one of them. Now that Reyes Farrow has asked for her hand, Charley Davidson feels it’s time to learn more about his past, but Reyes is reluctant to open up. When the official FBI file of his childhood abduction lands in her lap, Charley decides to go behind her mysterious beau’s back and conduct her own investigation. Because what could go wrong?

Unfortunately, another case has fallen into her lap—one with dangerous implications. Some very insistent men want Charley to hunt down a witness who is scheduled to testify against their boss, a major player in the local crime syndicate. If Charley doesn’t come up with an address in 48 hours, the people closest to her will start to disappear.

Add to that a desperate man in search of the soul he lost in a card game, a dogged mother determined to find the ghost of her son, and a beautiful, young Deaf boy haunted by his new ability to see the departed as clearly as he sees the living, and Charley has her hands full. The fact that Reyes has caught on to her latest venture only adds fuel to the inferno that he is. Good thing for Charley she’s used to multi-tasking and always up for a challenge…especially when that challenge comes in the form of Reyes Farrow.

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About Darynda Jones

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. She can be found at www.daryndajones.com.

 

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Exclusive Interview with Darynda Jones

GF:  Hi Darynda, thanks so much for the interview.  Let’s dive right in.  Charley Davidson is an all-time favorite heroine of mine.  How did Charley come about, what was your inspiration for her character?

Darynda: I love that you ask how I came up with her character, because she is what I thought up first. The rest of the series kind of fell into place from there. I had just finished a YA manuscript, which is what I normally write, and I wanted to try my hand at another adult story. The first manuscript I ever complete was a historical romance, but my heart lied in the bizarre and the unexplained, but it had to have just the right heroine to pull it off. So I’m lying in bed one morning, thinking about this character. I wanted someone funny and a little klutzy, very modern and sassy, a girl who didn’t take life too seriously, but I wanted her in a paranormal setting.  And Charley Davidson was born. I loved her from the moment she popped into my head.

GF) The Charley Davidson series is up to 6 books now.  How many will be in the series?  Do you have an end planned?

Darynda: The series itself is ongoing, so I’m just not sure. I have them planned out through book 10, but I do have an ending in mind and, from there, a spinoff I’m very excited about.

GF) Charley’s sayings, her T-shirts and bumper sticker quotes, are hilarious and I LOVE them!  If you could only pick 3, what is your all-time, top 3 favorite t-shirt/bumper sticker quotes? (Can be yours or any other fun sayings)

Darynda: Oh, gosh, there are so many! Okay, I will just randomly pick three that I adore. 

Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. —BUMPER STICKER

I came into this world covered in someone else’s blood and screaming. I’m not afraid to leave it the same way. —T-SHIRT

667: The neighbor of the beast. —BUMPER STICKER

GF) You’re currently are working on the Charley Davidson series and The Darklight Trilogy, but do you have plans for future books or series?  Any ideas you might like to share with us?

Darynda: How much time do you have? 🙂

In a word, yes. I have dozens of projects started and I’m actively working on 27 at any given time. LOL. I am actually hoping to have another series (it’s only two books) finished and ready for my agent to sell this year. The one I’m obsessed with at the moment is a futuristic novel about a girl who was convicted of a crime she didn’t commit and it sent to an island prison. She has to fight to survive all while hiding the fact that she had been genetically modified lest she be recruited by the higher ups to join in the Olympian style games that pit prison against prison, only it is a fight to the death, tier by tier, until only one team is left alive.

GF) Reyes is one tattooed dude.  Do you have any tattoos yourself?  If so, what’s your favorite?

 Darynda) I love tattoos with a fiery passion. I do have a small one from back when ankles were in. It’s a cross with a rose. *group sigh* I have another one in mind and my little brother is training to be a tattooist. I’m going to let him give it to me if he’s any good. hehehe

GF) Tell us 3 little-known/unexpected facts about you:

Darynda: I’m a certified sign language interpreter.

As much as I rave about coffee, I have to steer clear of caffeine. (Serious ADD)

I auctioned my little brother off on FB. He went for $20.

GF:  Just for fun, let’s play a little Would-You-Rather, please explain your answers!

GF: Would You Rather be able to run 100 miles and hour OR fly 10 miles and hour?

Darynda: Easy peasy. I’d rather be able to run 100 miles per hour. I like to get places fast. Flying would be awesome, but at 10 mph, I’d never get anywhere. And people would record me up there and put it on YouTube, which would be humiliating. I’m not in the best shape. I’d look like a blimp.

GF: Would You Rather have a dragon OR be a dragon?

Darynda: Okay, this is a little harder. If I must choose, and clearly I must, I will go with having a dragon. Dragons are hot. Literally, yes, but metaphorically as well. I’d love to have something that sexy and powerful by my side. Sigh…

Thanks so much for being here at Got Fiction Darynda!  And now readers, here’s an excerpt fro Sixth Grave!

Excerpt

 

Chapter One

A blank is the only thing I draw well.

—T-shirt

 

“A girl, a mocha latte, and a naked dead man walk into a bar,” I said, turning to the naked dead man sitting in my passenger’s seat. The elderly naked dead man who’d been riding shotgun in my cherry red Jeep Wrangler, aka Misery, for two days now. We were on a stakeout. Sort of. I was staking out a Mr. and Mrs. Foster, so I was definitely on a stakeout. No idea what Naked Dead Man was on. Considering the fact that he looked about 112, probably blood thinners. Cholesterol medication. And, judging from the state of his manhood, which I couldn’t stop seeing every single time I turned toward him, Viagra. If I were to hash-tag that moment, my status would read something like #impressed.

I gave him two thumbs up, then looked back at the house again, happy to be sitting in Misery. The Jeep, not the emotion. I’d just picked her up from the car hospital two days earlier. She’d had several surgeries to fix her broken girlie bits because a raving lunatic rammed into her. He’d knocked her into a state of mangled disrepair and me, as I was in the driver’s seat at the time, into a state of oblivion. I stayed in that state long enough for Mr. Raving Lunatic to cart me off to a deserted bridge to kill me. He failed and died in the process, but Misery had paid a high price for his nefarious machinations. Why did bad guys always try to hurt the ones I loved?

And this one had succeeded. Misery was hurt. Bad. No one wanted to work on her. Said she couldn’t be saved. Said to give her over to the scrap yard. Thankfully, a family friend with a body shop and a few incriminating photos, which just happened to have found their way into my possession, agreed with great reluctance to try.

Noni kept her for two long weeks before calling to tell me that he’d almost lost her a couple of times, but she’d pulled through with flying colors. When I got the green light to go pick her up, I tore out of my apartment so fast, I left a dust trail behind me, along with a flummoxed best friend, who’d been telling me about the couple in 3C. They were apparently newlyweds, if their energy to do it—her words—all night every night was any indication. I hurried back to her, however, because I didn’t have a car and I needed a ride.

When we picked up Misery, Noni tried to tell me everything he’d had to do to her to get her up and running, but I held up a hand to stop him, unable to bear it. This was Misery he was talking about. Not some random Wrangler off the streets. This was my Wrangler. My best friend. My baby.

Holy cow, I needed a life.

I had to hand it to Noni, though. Misery was good as new. Better than I was, anyway. Ever since that night, I’d been having problems sleeping. I suffered from debilitating nightmares that left me screaming into my pillow, and I jumped every time someone dropped a feather.

But at least Misery was okay. Like, really okay. It was weird. Her cough was gone. Her sluggish response time was no longer an issue. Her reluctance to wake up in the mornings as she sputtered in protest every time I tried to fire all engines was nonexistent. Now she started on the first try, no groaning or whining, and she purred like a newborn kitten. How Noni had managed to fix her insides as well as her outsides I’d never know, but the guy was good. And Noni was my new best friend. Well, after Misery. And Cookie, my real best friend. And Garrett, my kind of, sort of best friend. And Reyes, my. . . my . . .

What was Reyes? Besides the dark and sultry son of evil? My boy toy? My love slave? My 24/7 booty call?

Well, yes.

He was all those things, but he was also my almost-fiancé. All I had to do was say yes to the proposal he’d written on a sticky note, and he would be my fiancé for reals. Until then, however, he was my almost fiancé.

No, my soon-to-be fiancé.

No! My nigh fiancé.

Yeah, that’d work.

I turned back to the naked dead man, stuffed a couple of Cheez-Its into my mouth, and confessed my latest sin.

“I’m just kidding,” I said through the crackers, regretting the fact that I’d tempted him and now had no follow-up. No punch line. “I don’t know any ‘girl, mocha latte, dead man’ jokes. Sorry to get your hopes up like that.” He didn’t seem to mind, however. He sat staring straight ahead as always, his gray eyes clouded and watery with age, oblivious of my charm, my clever repartee, and my intellectual wit. He was ignoring me!

It happened.

“Cheez-It?” I offered him.

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Seventh Grave and No Body

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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!

Coming October 2014