Charley Davidson is a part-time private investigator and full-time grim reaper. Meaning, she sees dead people. Really. And it's her job to convince them to "go into the light." But when these very dead people have died under less than ideal circumstances (like murder), sometimes they want Charley to bring the bad guys to justice. Complicating matters are the intensely hot dreams she's been having about an entity who has been following her all her life...and it turns out he might not be dead after all. In fact, he might be something else entirely. But what does he want with Charley? And why can't she seem to resist him? And what does she have to lose by giving in?
"Never knock on death's door. Ring the doorbell then run. He totally hates that." - T-shirt
Maybe I needed sensitivity training. I once signed up for an anger management class, but the instructor pissed me off.
"That took balls."
"Please", I said with a snort, "that took ovaries. Of which I have two."
"Genius has its limitations. Insanity...not so much" - Bumper Sticker
After a long pause in which he took the time to blink several times, he asked, "You named your breasts?" I turned my back to him with a shrug. "I named my ovaries, too, but they don't get out as much."
"I may not look like much, but I'm an expert at pretending to be a ninja."
"You’re just using me for my body." "You don’t have a body," I’d remind him.
"Throw that in my face."
"Technically, you don’t have a face either."
"I like to see the glass as half full, hopefully of jack daniels."
"She's like a hurricane on crystal meth."
"Life is not about finding yourself. It's mostly about chocolate."