Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Dear Younger Me - Guest Post with Darynda Jones (Excerpt & Giveaway Included)!






Charley Davidson Book 6 | May 20, 2014 | St. Martin's Press

Few things in life can come between a grim reaper and her coffee, but the sexy, sultry son of Satan is one of them. Now that Reyes Farrow has asked for her hand, Charley Davidson feels it's time to learn more about his past, but Reyes is reluctant to open up. When the official FBI file of his childhood abduction lands in her lap, Charley decides to go behind her mysterious beau’s back and conduct her own investigation. Because what could go wrong?

Unfortunately, another case has fallen into her lap—one with dangerous implications. Some very insistent men want Charley to hunt down a witness who is scheduled to testify against their boss, a major player in the local crime syndicate. If Charley doesn't come up with an address in 48 hours, the people closest to her will start to disappear. 


Add to that a desperate man in search of the soul he lost in a card game, a dogged mother determined to find the ghost of her son, and a beautiful, young Deaf boy haunted by his new ability to see the departed as clearly as he sees the living, and Charley has her hands full. The fact that Reyes has caught on to her latest venture only adds fuel to the inferno that he is. Good thing for Charley she's used to multi-tasking and always up for a challenge…especially when that challenge comes in the form of Reyes Farrow.
          
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Have you ever wished you could go back in time and talk to your younger self? What if you could write a letter and have it carried back in time? What would you tell yourself? Today, we asked the sparkling and brilliant Darynda Jones what she would tell her younger self if she could have a letter sent back in time.  



Dear Younger Me, 

As I look back at what I could have accomplished if I’d had the courage, I wish I could tell you to go for it. Whatever it is, just go for it. You ARE smart enough to write. You ARE personable enough to step forward and make friends. And you AREN’T too skinny. You’ll miss that someday. Trust me on this one. 

No, you will not marry Captain Kirk, but you know that man that you saw when you were 10 with the long blond hair and wicked black muscle car? Yep, you’re going to marry him just like you said you would, and you’ll stay married for at least, as of the writing of this letter, 30 years. 

Cherish every moment with your children. No, it is not possible to tell them you love them too much. And when they flood a small town south of Albuquerque? Don’t be too hard on them. How many kids can say they’ve flooded a small town? It’ll look adventurous on a resume. 

Don’t take anything for granted. Especially your mind. Eat for good health and a clear mind. Love your family, even the weird part. 

And remember always: When you fail, get back up, dust yourself off, and try again. You’ll never get anywhere by pouting. Also, there will soon be a Powerball jackpot worth over $600 million. Here are the numbers. 

XOX! 
Older Me 

PS, Your little sister rocks and you become best friends. Stop treating her like a leper. 



What would you say in your letter?




NYTimes and USA Today Bestselling Author Darynda Jones has won numerous awards for her work, including a prestigious Golden Heart®, a Rebecca, two Hold Medallions, a RITA ®, and a Daphne du Maurier, and she has received stellar reviews from dozens of publications including starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly, Booklist, and the Library Journal. As a born storyteller, Darynda grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike, and she is ever so grateful for the opportunity to carry on that tradition. She currently has two series with St. Martin’s Press: The Charley Davidson Series and the Darklight Trilogy. She lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband of almost 30 years and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys. She can be found at www.daryndajones.com.

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Chapter One
A blank is the only thing I draw well.
—T-shirt

“A girl, a mocha latte, and a naked dead man walk into a bar,” I said, turning to the naked dead man sitting in my passenger’s seat. The elderly naked dead man who’d been riding shotgun in my cherry red Jeep Wrangler, aka Misery, for two days now. We were on a stakeout. Sort of. I was staking out a Mr. and Mrs. Foster, so I was definitely on a stakeout. No idea what Naked Dead Man was on. Considering the fact that he looked about 112, probably blood thinners. Cholesterol medication. And, judging from the state of his manhood, which I couldn’t stop seeing every single time I turned toward him, Viagra. If I were to hash-tag that moment, my status would read something like #impressed.
I gave him two thumbs up, then looked back at the house again, happy to be sitting in Misery. The Jeep, not the emotion. I’d just picked her up from the car hospital two days earlier. She’d had several surgeries to fix her broken girlie bits because a raving lunatic rammed into her. He’d knocked her into a state of mangled disrepair and me, as I was in the driver’s seat at the time, into a state of oblivion. I stayed in that state long enough for Mr. Raving Lunatic to cart me off to a deserted bridge to kill me. He failed and died in the process, but Misery had paid a high price for his nefarious machinations. Why did bad guys always try to hurt the ones I loved?
And this one had succeeded. Misery was hurt. Bad. No one wanted to work on her. Said she couldn’t be saved. Said to give her over to the scrap yard. Thankfully, a family friend with a body shop and a few incriminating photos, which just happened to have found their way into my possession, agreed with great reluctance to try.
Noni kept her for two long weeks before calling to tell me that he’d almost lost her a couple of times, but she’d pulled through with flying colors. When I got the green light to go pick her up, I tore out of my apartment so fast, I left a dust trail behind me, along with a flummoxed best friend, who’d been telling me about the couple in 3C. They were apparently newlyweds, if their energy to do it—her words—all night every night was any indication. I hurried back to her, however, because I didn’t have a car and I needed a ride.
When we picked up Misery, Noni tried to tell me everything he’d had to do to her to get her up and running, but I held up a hand to stop him, unable to bear it. This was Misery he was talking about. Not some random Wrangler off the streets. This was my Wrangler. My best friend. My baby.
Holy cow, I needed a life.
I had to hand it to Noni, though. Misery was good as new. Better than I was, anyway. Ever since that night, I’d been having problems sleeping. I suffered from debilitating nightmares that left me screaming into my pillow, and I jumped every time someone dropped a feather.
But at least Misery was okay. Like, really okay. It was weird. Her cough was gone. Her sluggish response time was no longer an issue. Her reluctance to wake up in the mornings as she sputtered in protest every time I tried to fire all engines was nonexistent. Now she started on the first try, no groaning or whining, and she purred like a newborn kitten. How Noni had managed to fix her insides as well as her outsides I’d never know, but the guy was good. And Noni was my new best friend. Well, after Misery. And Cookie, my real best friend. And Garrett, my kind of, sort of best friend. And Reyes, my. . . my . . .
What was Reyes? Besides the dark and sultry son of evil? My boy toy? My love slave? My 24/7 booty call?
No.
Well, yes.
He was all those things, but he was also my almost-fiancé. All I had to do was say yes to the proposal he’d written on a sticky note, and he would be my fiancé for reals. Until then, however, he was my almost fiancé.
No, my soon-to-be fiancé.
No! My nigh fiancé.
Yeah, that’d work.
I turned back to the naked dead man, stuffed a couple of Cheez-Its into my mouth, and confessed my latest sin.
“I’m just kidding,” I said through the crackers, regretting the fact that I’d tempted him and now had no follow-up. No punch line. “I don’t know any ‘girl, mocha latte, dead man’ jokes. Sorry to get your hopes up like that.” He didn’t seem to mind, however. He sat staring straight ahead as always, his gray eyes clouded and watery with age, oblivious of my charm, my clever repartee, and my intellectual wit. He was ignoring me!
It happened.
“Cheez-It?” I offered him.


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Twelve. Twelve of the deadliest beasts ever forged in the fires of hell have escaped onto our plane, and they want nothing more than to rip out the jugular of Charley Davidson and serve her lifeless, mangled body to Satan for dinner. So there’s that. But Charley has more on her plate than a mob of testy hellhounds. For one thing, her father has disappeared, and the more she retraces his last steps, the more she learns he was conducting an investigation of his own, one that has Charley questioning everything she’s ever known about him. Add to that an ex-BFF who is haunting her night and day, a rash of suicides that has authorities baffled, and a drop-dead sexy fiancé who has attracted the attentions of a local celebrity, and Charley is not having the best week of her life.

A tad north of hell, a hop, skip, and a jump past the realm of eternity, is a little place called Earth, and Charley Davidson, grim reaper extraordinaire, is determined to do everything in her power to protect it.

We’re doomed!


27 comments:

Marie Brown said...

This series is one of my ultimate FAVS of all time! I love the suspense, fun, laughter, Cookie, Charley, and of course, Reyes Farrow!

Kristina Hones said...

The Charley Davidson series is my absolute favorite series!! I love Darynda Jones!!

Wendy Beck said...

Reading now. Can I cancel everything else? lol

Heather Taczy said...

I love that she kicks a$$ and is not a push over :)

Jary said...

I love Charley being so sarcastic because I an sarcastic too which us a pleasure and a curse st times lol

Courtney said...

I love the humor, everybody needs to laugh, even the grim reaper :)

Elaine Robinson said...

I wait from the time I finish one book , crazy anxious til the next one!

Loupe Duffy said...

This series just keeps getting better and better! Love it :)

Pat (patdupuy@yahoo.com) said...

I love this series. Anyone whose personal life is as crazy as Charley's is a hero to me.

Jessica C. Williams said...

I love Charley sooooo much, and Darynda deserves the best! And don't get me started on Reyes, hot hot hot!

angel said...

I love the humor!!

books4me said...

I love the unique storyline and the mystery behind Reyes!

suzi1811 said...

I love this series, Charley is so funny! I love the letter to your younger self, I would have so many things to write to my younger self!

Anonymous said...

Wow just discovered you through a friend and have I got some catching up to do! Love the covers and the snippets. Looking forward to getting started :)
Chris J.

Brenda R. said...

I love that the grim reaper is a snarky young woman. :-)

P.S. great letter to your younger self.

Darynda said...

THANK YOU, EVERYONE!!!!! I love writing this series so much and hope to continue a very long while. XOXOX! ~D~

Michelle Willms said...

I love the humor. It's a kickass series that doesn't skimp on the comic-effects. That is amazing.

RKROGEN said...

I love Reyes! No really Charlie and Cookies friendship remind me of mine and my friend Cami! Charlie is soo funny!

Anonymous said...

Great series! Love the dynamic between charley and reyes!!

Paula High-Young said...

I LOVE Charley's irreverent & quirky humor. She is so quick-witted! I'm also quirky in Albuquerque... so I can really appreciate that! :-)
I also love Charley's kick-ass, can-do attitude... and that she heals so fast! Good thing!
And Darynda, I like your Letter-to-Self... Great advice for all.

Anonymous said...

I'm a big fan....... you're an awesome author...... thank you for sharing your talent

Judith Cauthan said...

Charley is a favorite because of her wit and sarcastic nature.She isn't afraid to tell it like it is, and be herself.

Patty Wilderman said...

I love the trouble she always seems to find and the intense sexy chemistry between her and Reyes! I love the fact that ever new book becomes the favorite because they get better and better as they grow. The characters are wonderful and well created. Luv these books!!!!

Carmel @ Rabid Reads said...

Very entertaining letter! I love Darynda Jones' sense of humour! I just finished listening to this book yesterday, and it was a-m-a-z-i-n-g, as expected. Bring on October!

Librarian Lavender said...

I can't wait to read this book! I'm a big fan of the series!

Ashley Realm said...

I love her books! I've always envied her way of writing. She's amazing!

Rakib Khan said...

.....wow, nice gesture.....

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