Fifth Grave Past the Light (Charley Davidson #5) by Darynda Jones

Charley Davidson isn't your everyday, run-of-the-mill grim reaper. She's more of a paranormal private eye/grim reaper extraordinaire. However, she gets sidetracked when the sexy, sultry son of Satan, Reyes Farrow, moves in next door. To further complicate matters, Reyes is her main suspect in an arson case. Charley has vowed to stay away from him until she can find out the truth... but then dead women start appearing in her apartment, one after another, each lost, confused, and terrified beyond reason. When it becomes apparent that her own sister, Gemma is the serial killer's next target, Charley has no choice but to ask for Reyes's help. Arsonist or not, he's the one man alive who could protect Gemma no matter who or what came at her. But he wants something in return. Charley. All of her, body and soul. And to keep her sister safe, it is a price she is willing to pay.

"If god is watching us, the least we can do is be entertaining. - BUMPER STICKER"

"Have they even seen the Winchester boys? Sammy and Dean's existence proves there is a god and she is a woman."

"My goal in life is to have a psychiatric disorder named after me."

"Whoever is in charge of making sure I don’t do stupid shit is fired."

"Captain," I said, letting the surprise I felt filter into my voice. It was weird how every time I said the word captain, I wanted to tack on a Jack Sparrow at the end."

"I intend to live forever. So far, so good."

"I have depth. I've read Proust. No, wait, that was Pooh. Winnie the Pooh. My bad..."

"Paperwork wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for all the paper. And the work." 

"I could hardly be responsible for my actions when everyone around me gave me every opportunity to sink to their low expectations." 

"It would be a miracle to solve this case. Luckily, I believed in miracles. No, wait, that was testicles. I believed in testicles." 

"What's your specialty?"
"Oh, you know. Madness. Mayhem. Debauchery. And even with all that going for me, I can still make a mean mojito." 

"It’s all fun and games until someone loses a testicle."


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