First Grave on the Right

First grave on the right

Written by: Darynda Jones

Published:February 1, 2011

Synopsis:

This whole grim reaper thing should have come with a manual.
Or a diagram of some kind.
A flow chart would have been nice.

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?

My thoughts:

First grave on the right is the first book in the Charley Davidson series by Darynda Jones.  From the very first page I was hooked. This was a great story and a very different take on a grim reaper. I love Charley she is a hot mess but she is hilarious. Reyes was mysterious and scary and hot! I love how this book took a less dark and scary take on the from reaper. The souls are endearing and loveable. I am looking forward to the rest of the series.

The Bunny and the Billionaire Tour

"FUN AND SWEET M/M ROMANCE."

Title: The Bunny and The Billionaire

Author: Louisa Masters

Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

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Hardworking Australian nurse Ben Adams inherits a substantial sum and decides to tour Europe. In Monaco, the home of glamour and the idle rich, he meets French billionaire playboy Léo Artois. After getting off on the wrong foot—as happens when one accuses a stranger of being part of the Albanian mafia—their attraction blazes. Léo, born to the top tier of society, has never known limits, and Ben, used to budgeting every cent, finds it difficult to adjust to not only Léo's world, but also the changes wealth brings to his own life.

As they make allowances for each other's foibles, Ben gradually appreciates the finer things, and Léo widens his perspective. They both know one thing: this is not a typical holiday romance, and they're not ready to say goodbye.

From Ben and Léo’s first “official” date, the day after they meet:

“Let’s eat here,” he said quickly. “I haven’t tried the restaurant yet, but I saw the menu and it looks good.”

Léo smiled in a way that made Ben’s stomach feel funny, and in short order they were at the mostly open-air restaurant on the roof level, greeted effusively by a man who seated them at what Ben was sure was the best table in the place, shaded yet with an uninterrupted view of the Mediterranean.

If he hadn’t been so stupidly nervous, Ben would have soaked it up.

The maître d’hôtel left them, replaced by an eager waiter who asked what they wanted to drink. Léo shot Ben a wicked glance, his lips curving, and Ben’s face went hot.

“Sparkling water,” Léo told the waiter. “Then perhaps wine later.” The man left, and Ben smiled gratefully at Léo.

“Thank you,” he said. “And thank you for being so good about last night. I know I made a bit of a fool of myself.”

“Not at all,” Léo said gallantly. “You were charming.”

Ben laughed outright. “I wouldn’t have called it that, but hey, your description sounds better than mine. Anyway, I drank too much of that incredible champagne, and you were really nice. So thanks.”

Léo’s expression was warm and approving. “I’m glad you enjoyed the champagne, and it was my pleasure to spend the evening with you. We would not be here now otherwise.”

Ben’s face went hot again, and he buried it in his menu. He felt awkward, even more than usual, and desperately wanted the loosening effects of alcohol. Maybe he should have ordered a drink, after all, but he didn’t want Léo to think he was a lush.

Come on, Ben. You don’t need alcohol to talk to the billionaire playboy son of a princess.