Sixth Grave on the Edge Blog Tour…

blog tourWicked Scribes is one stop on the Darynda Jones Sixth Grave on the Edge Blog Tour. Since it was chosen as May’s Book of the Month, it has already been done as a giveaway, so Doug Meeks kindly offered to do up a spoiler-free review. And, as an added bonus, there is an excerpt, too.

sixth graveWhat Doug said…

“What can you say about these books, they are high on entertainment in all aspects. The mix of humor and action is amazing coupled with a host of characters you love to see, what’s not to love.

Once again Charley is messing in places she probably should not be messing, she is playing matchmaker, researching Reyes background, trying to get a prophesy interpreted (not to mention a well endowed ghost of a dead guy who does not talk in her car). All in a day’s work for Charley the reaper.

While this installment in the series has a LOT of very serious things happening, it may be the one I laughed the most while reading (including those little tidbits at the start of each chapter).

We find out a lot more about Reyes background and we add yet another recurring character to the series it looks like. Can’t be sure about his motives but he does come in handy and lest I forget, the last 2-3 pages will throw you for a loop. Enjoy reading, this is gonna be a bumpy ride.

The romance with Reyes is stepping up a notch, people breaking into her apartment (she really needs a security system by now), people threatening her life, this book has a bit of everything. I loved it so I have to give it 5 Stars for chaotic entertainment at its best.”

I already have my shelf-space cleared out for this one, and have my eye on Seventh Grave and No Body, which is due out on October 21st. And now, for an extra treat, an excerpt from the first chapter was included in the media kit I was sent. And since I like to share…

Chapter One

A blank is the only thing I draw well.

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          “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?

No.

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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11 thoughts on “Sixth Grave on the Edge Blog Tour…

  1. Janhavi says:

    After seeing how many people who hang out at Wicked Scribes were looking forward to this one, I picked up the first. Just done with second… It’s so great! I am thoroughly enjoying the series 😀

  2. Marie Brown says:

    BEST SERIES EVER!! I LOOOOVE everything about this series. Its a fantastic fun ride filled with laughter and Reyes Farrow. YUM!

  3. Maryellen Calderon says:

    I cannot live without Darynda Jones First Grave series…. Love every aspect of her books. Awesome time here in Wicked Scribes

  4. Suzan Lacey says:

    About halfway through and loving it so far but feeling sad cause I’m working an election day tomorrow which means no reading whatsoever 😦

  5. Rika Ashton says:

    Haven’t read anything by Darynda Jones before, but this reminded the blurb for this reminded me a little of a Jeaniene Frost and Jayne Ann Krentz combo…cool! I’ll be picking this up.

    P.S: No matter how many times I see this cover, my first instinct it always that I’m looking at a lily pad, even though I know it’s sunglasses. (It must be the colours.)

  6. Charry says:

    It’s crazy how good this series is. I binged that book starting 3am and couldn’t put it down! Definitely looking forward to the next.

  7. Jean says:

    I’d buy aviators with a tasteful skull on the hinge, for sure. May have to do a search to see if there are any out there. And of course I’ll be buying the book!

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