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Exclusive, Early Excerpt from Darynda Jones’ Eleventh Grave in Moonlight

Eleventh Grave in Moonlight

It’s Day 10 of #WelcomeToMyWorld and we are no where even near to running out of treats! Because today we have an exclusive early excerpt from Darynda JonesEleventh Grave in Moonlight!

 

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Lord, help me be the sort of person

 my psychiatrist medicates me to be.

—T-shirt

 

I lay on a psychiatrist’s couch, a couch I’d named Alexander Skarsgård the moment my gaze landed on its buttery curves and wide back, and wondered if I should tell Dr. Mayfield about the dead kid scurrying across her ceiling. Probably not.

She crossed her legs—the psychiatrist, not the kid who was male—and gave me her most practiced smile. “And that’s why you’re here?”

I bolted upright, appalled. “Heavens, no. I’m totally over the whole evil stepmother thing. I just thought, you know, full disclosure and all. FYI, I had an evil stepmother.”

“Had?”

“She died.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No worries. She had an ugly demon inside of her at the time.”

“I see.”

“Wait, no, that was her outfit. The demon wasn’t that ugly.”

“Ah.”

“No, seriously, her outfit was hideous.”

“Perhaps we should get back to the fact that you’re the grim reaper?” She pushed plastic-framed glasses up a slender nose. Thankfully, it was hers.

“Oh, right.” I relaxed again, falling back into Alexander’s arms. “I pretty much have the reaper thing down. It’s the godly part of me I’m struggling with.”

“The godly part.” She bent her head to write something in her notebook. She was quite lovely. Dark hair. Huge brown eyes. Wide mouth. And young. Too young to be analyzing me. How much life experience could she possibly have?

“Yes. Ever since I found out I was a god, I’ve felt a little off balance. I think I’m having one of those identity crisises.”

“So, you’re a god?”

“Wait. What’s the plural of crisis?” When she didn’t answer, I glanced back at her.

She’d stopped writing and was looking at me again, her expression mildly expectant. And ever so slightly taxed. She was trying to decide if I was playing her. I wasn’t, but I could hardly blame her for thinking that. Dealing with delusions of grandeur was probably an everyday aspect of her life. Trying to sort out the legit from the cons.

When she continued to stare, I said, “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

“You’re a god?”

“Oh, that. Yes, but to quote a very popular movie, I’m a god, not the God.” I snorted. Bill Murray was so awesome. “Did I forget to mention that?”

“Then you’re not the grim reaper?”

“Oh no, I’m that, too. I volunteered. Kind of. Long story. Anyway, I thought you could hypnotize me. You know, give me a full-access pass to my pre-birth memories so I won’t be blindsided again.”

“Blindsided?”

“Yes. That’s why I’m here. Because my sister refuses to do regressive therapy with me, and—”

“Your sister?”

“Dr. Gemma Davidson?” The shrink-wrap community couldn’t have been very big. Surely she knew my sister.

“Dr. Davidson is your sister?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Not for me.”

“Fantabulous.” I rubbed my hands together. “Okay, so, you know how you’re going through life, remembering everything that ever happened to you since the moment you were born—”

“You remember the moment you were born?”

“—and suddenly someone says, ‘Hey, remember that time we singed our eyebrows lighting that bowling alley on fire?’ only at first you don’t remember singeing your eyebrows while lighting a bowling alley on fire, but then you think about it and it suddenly comes to you? You totally remember singeing your eyebrows while lighting a bowling alley on fire?”

She blinked several times, then wrenched out a “Sure.”

“It’s like that. I remember being a god, but not totally. Like parts of my celestial life have been erased from my memory.”

“Your celestial life.”

“Right. Before I became human? I think I have a glitch.”

“It’s . . . possible, I suppose.”

“I mean, who knows? I might already have a way to defeat a malevolent god that’s loose on this plane and not even realize it.”

“A malevolent god?”

“The malevolentest.”

“And he’s loose on this plane?”

“Yes. And trust me when I say you do not want him here. He takes his death and destruction very seriously. And he has zero respect for human life.”

“Mmm.” She nodded and went back to taking notes.

“Zero,” I added for emphasis, making an O with my fingers. Then I waited. She had a lot to write down. When she kept at it long enough to outline a novel, I filled the silence with, “It’s funny. My husband thought it would be pointless to come here.”

She laid her pen across her notepad and gave me her full attention. “Tell me about him.”

“My husband?”

“Yes.” Her voice was very soothing. Like elevator music. Or summer rain. Or Darvocet. “How’s your relationship?”

“How much time do we have?” I snorted, cracking myself up.

My husband, a.k.a. Reyes Alexander Farrow, didn’t find my joke as funny as I did. It happened. I felt him before I saw him. His heat brushed across my skin. Sank into me. Saturated my clothes and hair and even warmed the cool gold band on my ring finger.

As he passed over me, all darkness and billowing smoke, he paused to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I barely heard him over the rushing of my own blood. Whatever he said made my nether regions clench in anticipation. Then he continued on his journey, materializing on the other side of the room where he stood in a corner to watch from afar. Ish.

“Just kidding,” I said as his eyes glistened in the low light. “He’s kind of awesome. He’s from down under.”

“Australia?”

“Hell.”

His eyes narrowed, but any threats he may have been trying to hurl my way were nulled and voided by the smirk playing about his sensual mouth. He crossed his arms at his wide chest and leaned back into a corner to observe my goings-on.

He’d been doing that a lot lately. Popping in to check up on me. It could have had something to do with the fact that I had waged war with not one god but two. The malevolent one and the Good One. The Big Guy upstairs.

I decided to ignore my husband to the best of my abilities. I was here on a job. If I couldn’t stay focused despite being bombarded with the most delicious distraction this side of the Flame Nebula, I was no better than a gumshoe-for-hire PI.

Oh, wait. I was a gumshoe-for-hire PI. Which would explain the job I was currently on. It paid the bills. Sometimes.

Eleventh Grave in Moonlight will be out January 24th, and you can pre-order you copy now:

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If you’re new to Darynda’s Charley Davidson series, you can get the first book in the series, First Grave on the Right, for just £1.99 in the UK at the moment.

Valentine’s Day – A Little Less Ordinary

DBCPValentine’s Day is really a Marmite holiday, you either love it or you hate it. But, really? It’s a holiday!!! We say celebrate it any way you please. And to help you out MaryJanice Davidson, Maria Lewis, Penelope Douglas and Darynda Jones have agreed to offer a little advice on Valentine’s Day – A Little Less Ordinary.

Darynda has made it very clear what’s important:

Valentine’s Day — a little less ordinary — for full-time private investigator and part-time grim reaper, Charley Davidson, would be with her love interest, supernatural bad boy Reyes Farrow, in a tux. They wouldn’t have to go anywhere or do anything special, but she’s seen him in everything from a prison outfit to a biker outfit to, well, no outfit at all. A tux would be the icing on the cake. A black one, or course, to match the dark depths of his aura, with a crisp bowtie to offset the unmanageable cut of his hair, and a soft white shirt to contrast the hard expanse of the chest beneath it.

While dinner may have been on the menu, they will of course go straight to the bedroom where she will slowly — very, very slowly — relieve him of the confines of polite society. Champagne will be waiting on the nightstand. Chilled champagne. And strawberries dipped in chocolate.

The Dirt on Ninth Grave by Darynda Jones

Penelope has solved the problem of dinners that don’t work out:

A little Valentine’s note from Jax to Juliet . . .

Jax
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Juliet

Every year I try to do this right. I have a plan, and there are things I want to say to you. Things you need to know. But if there’s one thing we both know about me, it’s that everything goes out the window when we’re alone. Everything I’m feeling and want to tell you leaves my head, and I end up failing at giving you that special romantic night out and all the other things you deserve.

You think I just get carried away and cut our dinners short. You think it’s amusing that I have no control over myself, drag you out of restaurants, and let the brand new dress you bought go to waste when I take you home to bed early.

The truth is I’m not that selfish. I love your body, baby, and I love how good we are together, but there’s a reason we haven’t been separated a single night since that summer all those years ago when we first got together. There’s a reason I can’t wait to get home every day.

You’re irreplaceable.

I could tell you that I love how you make our house a home, how you make sure that Hawke always has everything he needs, and that you’re the mother to him that I never had. How you take care of everyone and how you still shiver when I touch you.

But most of all, the thing I want to make sure you know (that I can never seem to tell you in person) is how I’m happy every day.

Every single day.

These are things I wanted to tell you, but by the time the moment comes, my nerves are shot and I just say “fuck it” and act out. That’s usually why we end up in the car before the second course has started.

So tonight, I’m going to do things differently. Romantic dinners out don’t work for me. We’re going to an inn overnight where I’m going to feed you and put you in a bath and wash every inch of you myself, so pack a bag.

But first, we’re going to laugh and have some fun. Meet me on Woodmere Hill at the golf course and dress warm. I’ll bring the sled.

Falling Away by Penelope Douglas

Maria has taken care of those of us dealing with that special werewolf in our life:

What not to get the werewolf who has everything this Valentine’s Day by Maria Lewis

  • Stuffed bunny rabbit holding an ‘I wub you’ heart: Yeah look, nothing is going to incite the beast like giving it a very chewable and dispensable version of a creature it likes to chase three days of the month. Points for trying though.
  • Silver love heart pendant: Sure, why not? Oh that’s right, SILVER BURNS THE FLESH OFF A WEREWOLF WHAT IS YOUR DAMAGE?! You’re trying impress the girl, not watch her collarbone go up in the flames.
  • Romantic walk under the moonlight: This could be a fine and sweet way to spend the Valentine’s evening, but best to check the moon phases before you head out as that stroll after dinner could literally see you become dinner.
  • Chocolates: You can’t go wrong with chocolates unless . . . it’s that time of the month. No, not that time of the month, that other time of the month when the special female werewolf in your life is more likely to eat townspeople than a Twix. If it’s within a few days of the full moon, better to pick up a treat from the butcher instead. We recommend beef forequarter, tenderloin or brisket navel (all raw, of course).
  • Flowers: It’s a bit basic, but it does express both thoughtfulness and romance. Unless you bought her sunflowers. The only thing sunflowers say is that you hate both her and you hate yourself. Sunflowers are Satan’s flower.

Who’s Afraid? by Maria Lewis

And, MaryJanice brings us full circle by emphasising what is important:

     My perfect Valentine’s Day? Oh, that’s easy. Dinner with my husband, Tony, at Forepaugh’s, in St. Paul, Minnesota, where I can enjoy the love of my life. I can explain the wondrous experience in three words. (Not those three words. Ugh, boring.) Deconstructed Banana Cream Pie! Wait, that’s four words.

     Forepaugh’s isn’t just a restaurant, it’s a Victorian mansion they turned into a restaurant. And it’s not just a Victorian mansion, it’s a haunted Victorian mansion. And it’s not just a haunted Victorian mansion, it’s a haunted Victorian mansion that serves wonderful food. Plus, again: . You can check them out here: http://www.forepaughs.com. They’re not paying me to endorse them, but you can bet I’ll bring this to their attention and try to wrangle a free meal, or at least a free dessert. The dessert. The thing without which life is meaningless. (Sorry, Tony: I do love you. I do. But this is something else entirely. You are not a part of this. But hey, Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetie!)

     They bring it to you on a long narrow platter while your husband is talking about his job or the children or the life you’ve made together or whatever. The dessert rests on a pile of something that looks like Cocoa Krispies, which they call chocolate-hazelnut praline, and resting on top of the Cocoa Krispies/praline is whipped vanilla crème brûlée, and on top of the brûlée is a caramelised banana with agave nectar, and on top of the banana is a lovely little mound of vanilla bean whipped cream.

     In a word: drooooooool.

And the thing is, I could be the greatest scribe in the history of the written word (and I’m not — I’m close, but I’m not quite there yet) and my description still wouldn’t do the thing justice. It is the most delicious, sweet/creamy/crunchy dessert ever, and no Valentine’s Day would be complete without it. And, I dunno, also having the love of your life at your side or something, I guess?

So the word of the day isn’t love or even lust. It’s much more basic than that. The word of the day is droooooool.

Sleeping with the Fishes by MaryJanice Davidson

Digital Romance Festival!

It’s only two days until the world’s first all-singing, all-dancing, all-digital Romance Festival!! We’re delighted to be taking part and if you love to read or write romance, this is an event not to be missed.

How will it work? Saturday 7th of June will be the Professional development day, with tips from industry professionals, Google hangouts with global bestselling indie authors, and a chance to get your manuscripts read by expert editors. Sunday 8th June is all about the readers! That’s the day when your favourite authors will be available for one-off Q&A sessions, and you’ll hear behind-the-scenes info from some of the biggest names in romance.

We have a great selection of Piatkus authors involved!

Plus many more from Piatkus, such as Darynda Jones, Chelsea Fine, Laura Wright, Tim O’Rourke and Samantha Young!

Just to make this even more awesome, all of this is available absolutely FREE! Just sign up HERE to see the full schedule and go HERE to see the full author line up.

Join us, along with load of other publishers and authors, in this history-making event! Well, in our history books, at least . . . 🙂

Our Entice Hero Hunk (in cinemas now!!)

With the exciting news that Fifty Shades of Grey had been cast, the Entice team sat down and dreamed of the day that some of the Entice titles would be adapted for the screen. And if when it does, our editors will be ready for their pick of star. Charlie Hunnam, move over! Here are our hunk castings for three popular Entice titles:

 

1) Sweet Proposal by Celia J. Anderson, Leo

Books, chocolate and a Jacuzzi: could there be a better combination? Gorgeous Geordie Leo arrives in Clayton-on-the-Bream with a mission to make his mark. When he reveals his ideas for a bespoke bookshop and chocolate-themed cafe, struggling writer Mab can’t resist both him and his plea for help.

If you haven’t read Piatkus Entice winner Celia J. Anderson’s Sweet Proposal yet, then what are you waiting for? It’s a deliciously heart-warming and romantic read as we follow our heroine, Mab, on her search for her happy-ever-after. And when hunky Leo arrives on the scene, he is surely the man to make that happen. Not only is he manly, gorgeous and super sexy, he’s from Newcastle – who can resist the Geordie accent? and he’s funny. A perfect combination! Now if Gerard Butler can perfect that Newcastle twang then he is a Leo in the making! Why aye man! – Caroline Kirkpatrick

 

 

 

2) Dark Predator by Christine Feehan, Zacarias

We may not always come right out and admit it, but every woman has her preferred type of hunk – ‘witty and charming’, ‘silent and brooding’, ‘heavily muscled, not-too-bright but primal’ – film, TV and books offer a positive cornucopia of drool-worthy options. I lean towards the ‘tortured, morally-on-the-edge but totally badass’ (Omar from The Wire, Khal Drogo from Game of Thrones – even Robin Hood!). That’s why, when we started discussing our favourite book heroes, my thoughts immediately turned towards Christine Feehan’s Dark Carpathian series, as she excels at exactly this type of hero, the kind you desperately hope can save himself in time. Without finding their life mate, her heroes are slowly drained of all colour and emotion, until their temptation to kill and become an abomination is too strong to resist – it gives this whole series an immense tension and power. My favourite Carpathian hero is Zacarias in Dark Predator, a “merciless, ruthless and implacable dark predator”, who finally, against all the odds, finds his soul mate. I find that the closer the hero is to the edge of darkness, the more dramatic and moving his journey is back into the light. To anyone who hasn’t read Feehan before, as well as any fans of seriously dangerous and dark heroes, I heartily recommend you give Feehan’s work a go!

Just for fun and as the Dark Carpathians aren’t yet a film (and WHY NOT?! Come on, Hollywood!), I’ve pasted a picture of Khal Drogo – can’t you just see him in the battlefield, brutally protecting the woman he loves… *sigh. – Anna Boatman

 

3) The Charley Davidson series by Darynda Jones, Reyes Farrow

Never has the Devil been so sweet . . .

Er, I mean, the Devil’s son. And he is. SO SWEET. Any by sweet I mean sexy, dark, smug, fierce, brooding and the altogether ‘bad boy’ that so many girls climb out of their window for these days. And best of all? He meets Charley head-on! He’s a match for our girl! Seriously, Charley is basically the friend I would never think anyone was good enough for. But Reyes? He had his faults (inferno, fire, damned for all eternity, blah blah blah blah blah) but he’s just enough damaged (and just enough redeemed) for our favourite Grim Reaper.

For Reyes I have always imagined someone with with charm, someone smooth, but perfectly capable of winning in a bar fight. I need him to be dark, but with soft eyes. *Cue* Adrian Grenier. He’s a dream. Perfect casting. – Grace Menary-Winefield

 

Entice Readers Review: Fifth Grave Past the Light

A few weeks ago we ran a competition to find Darynda Jones’ biggest fans. There are a lot of you out there and we were inundated with requests to review book 5 in her Charley Davidson series, Fifth Grave Past the Light.

Below, Entice readers Carly and Tracy give us the lowdown on what makes this book so brilliant.

If you’ve not yet discovered Darynda Jones, pick up a copy of First Grave on the Right now – you’ve got a real treat in store.

Well wow! I really don’t know what to say except – this book is awesome! Darynda Jones has well and truly out done herself on this one and I can very easily say: best book so far this year!
 
The tone to this book is a little different from the others but I really liked that! Charley and Reyes seem more human, arguing about everyday couple things and showing a lot more vulnerability. Plus there are some serious fireworks when the pair get down and dirty in the flesh *wink*!
 
Parts of the storyline broke my heart and I was emotionally involved from he off! Darynda has done a fantastic job bringing the right amount light and shade to the table. I still laughed out loud like a maniac at Charley’s fantastic one liners, which you really do need to read for yourself to get the full on funny punch that they pack!
 
Oh my, girls if your into Mr Farrow, then be prepared to be completely blown away by him in this one. He seems to show a softer side and his love for Charley brings each and every page to life. Man, that boy is dreamy in dark and very twisted way and I just can’t get enough!
 
I really liked that we got to get to know Charley’s sister, Gemma, a little bit more. We see a tighter sisterly bond in here and it was really nice!

Charley is as mad as a chocolate teapot, which is really no big surprise. I really don’t think I could love that gal any more! She manages to plaster a smile upon my face every time she opens her snarky mouth!

I’m not going to try and explain the storyline, for fear of giving anything away. But there is a chilling cold case, an arson that Charley suspects Reyes for, lots of hotness, emotion and the most explosively shocking ending, all wrapped up in Darynda’s fabulously unique writing style! This is most definitely a big winner! More please….

A BIG 5 Stars!

Carly

Charley is back and crazier than ever! I received Fifth Grave Past The Light for review and as an avid follower of the series I was really looking forward to it and it didn’t disappoint at all!

First of all it has to be said that Charley Davidson is one of the greatest characters ever written.  She is strong, slightly crazy and hysterically funny!  Her sarcasm and one liners are hilarious and have you laughing out loud.  Her t-shirt slogans at the start of each chapter are brilliant! The other characters from the previous books are all there and all bring the series on as well.  Reyes is drop dead gorgeous as well and the relationship he has with Charley really developed in this book.

The mystery/police case in this book was also very good and Charley does get herself into some hairy situations at times especially towards the end of the book.  I was completely gripped and couldn’t put it down as I had to know what happened next!

It has to be said that Fifth Grave Past the Light is a sterling addition to a fantastic series and I for one can’t wait to read about Charley’s next adventure!

Tracy

Fifth Grave Past The Light: A Starred Review

Fifth Grave Past The Light is the fantastic fifth instalment of Darynda Jones’ unmissable Charley Davidson series. Booklist have just given it an incredible starred review (below).

Fifth Grave Past The Light isn’t available until 9th July, so if you haven’t read the first fabulous four titles in the series, we suggest you get reading now!

Gutsy, wise-cracking PI has a highly unusual clientele that includes the dead as well as the living. Right now, in addition to her usual spectral guests, Charley’s apartment is filled with the ghosts of 20 blonde women, all of whom were brutally murdered by a serial killer. In fact, their deaths were so horrific they can’t speak to her—they just relive their murders over and over. Charley has other problems.

There’s the undead nurse who appears as a ghost, the naked spirit who has claimed the passenger seat in her Jeep, and the growing suspicion that Charley’s perfect crime-solving record involves more than good investigative skills. As for her love life, with incredibly handsome Reyes, the son of Satan, for a soulmate, you know that things are going to get hot.

From its unique premise to its wonderfully imaginative characters, Jones’ award-winning Charley Davidson mystery series, from First Grave on the Right (2011) onward to this fifth delectable installment, will continue to attract and delight a broad spectrum of readers.

— Shelley Mosley