Our guest today is the one and only Charley Davidson, courtesy of author Darynda Jones. The third book in Darynda’s highly addictive Charley Davidson series, Third Grave Dead Ahead, is already available. Please join us in welcoming Darynda and Charley here today to Dark Faerie Tales. You can read an excerpt from the latest book here. Want to know our thoughts on the last book? You can read Sheila’s review here. We are also featuring this series in our UF/PNR Reading Challenge 2012.
Winner of the 2009 Golden Heart® for Best Paranormal Romance for her manuscript FIRST GRAVE ON THE RIGHT, Darynda was born spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike. After the Golden Heart final, she pimped herself as best she could, landed an amazing agent and sold to St. Martin’s Press in a three-book deal. Darynda lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband of more than 25 years and two beautiful sons, aka the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys.
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That’s okay if you don’t know me. Darynda Jones, the lady who writes the books loosely based on my life, is supposed to be guest blogging today, but I’m stealing the spotlight from her. I have a bone to pick, and although I’m not sure with whom, exactly, I’ll definitely be picking it.
Before I start, let me just say how much I love Miss Darynda. She’s a fairly wonderful person when she’s coherent, and I love her to bits and pieces. She’s done a great job on the first three books and everything. She’s gotten some good rap about her writing and all, and I’m happy for her. I really am, but then she wrote a short story called The Trouble With Charley.
What? Moi? Trouble? Surely she jests.
First of all, the name alone implies the impossible. Second, the derned story was written from Reyes’ point of view. Whaaat? HIS point of view? Where did that choice come from, writer lady? For those of you who are unfamiliar with Reyes Farrow, he is the son of Satan. Yep, for realzies. He’s also ridiculously hot. Can I use the word beautiful to describe a man? And yes. He’s a man, now. He’s officially a walking, talking, breathing, studly . . . no. Scratch that last word. Not studly. Menacing. Yes, a menacing man of flesh and blood.
He claims to have seen me before I was born and became so enamored with me *snerk* he chose to leave his father’s realm and be born into a physical body here on Earth. It was a dangerous choice for him to make. I realize that. He gave up a lot when he left the underworld, and he endured a lot of crap once he arrived here on our earthly plane. I know all about that. And it took a while for us to find one another, but now that we have, he’s become a nuisance. Here’s why.
He’s a lunk head. I know, it’s hard to believe, but in Third Grave Dead Ahead, Mr. Lunk Head pulled a truly stupid move. Due to his choices, I went through certain challenges that, let’s say, were very . . . challenging. It was sooo not cool. In fact, it was pretty awful. As a result, I’m angry with him. Furious in fact. And he deserves my wrath, too. Trust me.
I guess for the timing being I want to hold on to the pissed-offed-ness and not let it go. I want to keep the anger close to me. Feel it twist and burn inside. I want the emotion to dwell within me a good, long while. Revel in it, even. I thought Darynda understood that. Then I read her short story.
Apparently, I did not make my feelings clear.
Did I tell you it was written from HIS point of view? Yeah, and it makes him look all sympathetic and crap. Makes you want to feel sorry for him.
Well, I don’t. Nope. Not even a little. Not even when I see the wounds he’s endured for me. To keep me safe. Not even when I see myself through his exquisite eyes. Not even when I imagine his hands, long and firm, sliding up my hips, over my stomach, then down. Ever so deep. His mouth at my ear, whispering my name, begging me to give in.
Wait, where was I?
Oh, right. Don’t get me wrong. Reyes was forged in the fires of sin and could melt Antarctica with a glance, but I’m still angry with him. Possibly even a little bitter. And I’m not sure I want to forgive him. Not just yet.
Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet will release on October 30. Before you know it, the continuation of my “relationship” with Mr. Reyes Farrow will be out there for everyone to read. I have a sneaky suspicion Darynda is going to want me to forgive him and play nice. I just know it. *big sigh* She’s a nice person, though, and much more compassionate than I am. So, I understand why she would soften up on the guy before I’m ready to. Me? I think he needs a to be tortured just a tad more. I mean, isn’t that Darynda’s job? To torture her characters? *lethal smile*
We’ll just have to wait and see how she plays it all out in Fourth Grave. Thanks for letting me vent, though. I appreciate you having me here. Darynda and I both think all of you readers are wonderful.
Hugs and kisses,
Oh, and Darynda, too!
Available on January 31, 2012 from St. Martin’s Press
About the Book:
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 parthuman, 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?
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