Publication Date: 10/31/2017
Series: Charley Davidson #1
Rating: 4.5 Stars
Official Blurb:
Grim Reaper Charley Davidson is back in the twelfth
installment of Darynda Jones’ New York Times bestselling paranormal series.
Ever since Reyes escaped from a hell dimension
in which Charley accidently trapped him, the son of Satan has been
brimstone-bent on destroying the world his heavenly Brother created. His
volatile tendencies have put Charley in a bit of a pickle. But that’s not the
only briny vegetable on her plate. While trying to domesticate the feral being
that used to be her husband, she also has to deal with her everyday life of
annoying all manner of beings—some corporeal, some not so much—as she struggles
to right the wrongs of society. Only this time she’s not uncovering a murder.
This time she’s covering one up.
Add to that her new occupation of keeping a
startup PI venture—the indomitable mystery-solving team of Amber Kowalski and
Quentin Rutherford—out of trouble and dealing with the Vatican’s inquiries into
her beloved daughter, and Charley is on the brink of throwing in the towel and
becoming a professional shopper. Or possibly a live mannequin. But when someone
starts attacking humans who are sensitive to the supernatural world, Charley
knows it’s time to let loose her razor sharp claws. Then again, her number one
suspect is the dark entity she’s loved for centuries. So the question becomes,
can she tame the unruly beast before it destroys everything she’s worked so
hard to protect?
I have to
admit that I held off on reading this book for several reasons. The first of many is that this book is the
second to last book in the series. How
is that even possible? Just one book
left, and that’s it for Charley, Reyes, and Beep. It just doesn’t see fair that I’ll have to
kiss them all goodbye with Thirteenth Grave.
This series has by far been one of my favorites of all time, and soon
enough, it will be completed. Done. No more. That makes me sad just thinking
about it. Another reason for holding off
on Twelfth Grave was that fact the Eleventh Grave just was not what I was
hoping it to be. Charley’s humorous banner was on point, but I felt like that
book was missing something from the previous ones. Even to this day, I haven’t pinpointed it
exactly.
Twelfth Grave is completely different in that aspect. The one-two punches of most of the Charley
Davidson books were back in The Trouble With The Twelfth Grave. After agreeing to allow Reyes to go into the
God Glass hell dimension in the last book, Charley is faced with something
completely unnerving. A feral Farrow. That’s right. Reyes and his demon side
are running amuck in Charley-land and it’s up to her to calm his tits. This book was by far one of my favorites of
the series. While Charley has evolved so
much over the last twelve books, she still keeps her humor about her, and the
playful banter between her and demon Reyes is still there. But the emotional
toll of what she may have do to in order to save him is still plan as day under
all of that. This book has perfectly
built the final plot line for the last book, and I, for one, will not be
waiting a minute longer once it’s beautiful grim reaper clad words are in my
heads to read it.
With that
being said, bring on the last Charley book.
I’ll ready to ride with her one more time.
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