Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet (Charley Davidson #4) by Darynda Jones

Welcome to the world of grim reaper extraordinaire, Charley Davidson. Try as she might, there's no avoiding her destiny.

Sometimes being the grim reaper really is, well, "grim." And since Charley's last case went so awry, she has taken a couple of months off to wallow in the wonders of self-pity. But when a woman shows up on her doorstep convinced someone is trying to kill her, Charley has to force herself to rise above... or at least get dressed. It becomes clear something is amiss when everyone the woman knows swears she's insane. But the more they refute the woman's story, the more Charley believes it.

In the meantime, the sexy, sultry son of Satan, Reyes Farrow, is out of prison and out of Charley's life, as per her wishes and several perfectly timed death threats. But his absence has put a serious crimp in her sex life. While there are other things to consider, like the fact that the city of Albuquerque has been taken hostage by an arsonist, Charley is having a difficult time staying away. Especially when it looks like Reyes may be involved.


"Doing nothing is hard. You never know when you're done. - T-SHIRT"

"If you must eat a banana in public, never make eye contact." 

"Insanity does NOT run in my family. It strolls through, takes its time, and gets to know everyone personally. — T-SHIRT"

"Dear Santa, WTF..." 

"Don't judge me because I'm quiet. No one plans a murder out loud."

"Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there."

"Dad!" I said, trying to get his attention. "It is so official you are a bad father. Good fathers do not shoot their daughters!" I crossed my arms and brought out the big guns. "I am so telling Mom when I die."

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