Paranormal private eye. Grim reaper extraordinaire. Whatever. Charley Davidson is back! And she’s drinking copious amounts of caffeine to stay awake because, every time she closes her eyes, she sees him: Reyes Farrow, the part-human, part-supermodel son of Satan. Yes, she did imprison him for all eternity, but come on. How is she supposed to solve a missing persons case, deal with an ego-driven doctor, calm her curmudgeonly dad, and take on a motorcycle gang hellbent on murder when the devil’s son just won’t give up?
** spoiler alert ** I’m so glad I discovered this series after it was over, because I don’t think I could wait year after year to read each book — I’m seriously in love with Jones’s humor and these characters.
Like the first two books, book three has some steam, a bit of swearing, and lots of humor. Honestly, though, sometimes I want to smack Charley and Reyes on the head — they’re never completely honest with each other, thereby creating their own drama and issues. I’m invested, though, so I have to see how this thing ends.
One big surprise in this book — tears. Like I said before, I’m invested, and not everyone makes it in this book. I wasn’t expecting to cry, but I consider the tears a good thing. I cared enough about the characters that I didn’t want to see anyone get hurt (much less die).
I can’t wait to find out what happens next.
R-rated for language and sex. (Get your copy here.)