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Seventh Grave and No Body Drops!!!

Posted Oct 21 2014, 12:00 am

Happy Release Day!

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Hello Grimlets!

IT’S OUT!!!! No, really, IT’S OUT! Seventh Grave and No Body has officially hit the shelves, and yours truly could not be more excited.

But wait! There’s more! Oh, boy, is there more. 

First off, the Leaderboard will be back!  Earn points to be crowned Fan of the Day! In honor of all the fantastic readers who have been so supportive, each and every one of you will have the chance to win a featured place on the FB cover art, like so:

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And a Mystery Reward is up for grabs for all who participate. Visit the FB page for more information!

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Blog Tour!  Follow the blogs each day for your chance to win a personalized autographed copy of Seventh Grave and No Body! To follow participating blogs, view tour page HERE!

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Enter to win a fabulous A. M. Skull Bracelet!  Enter the “MY COOKIE” Photo Giveaway.  Post a picture with your best friend to be entered.  Enter HERE

 

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We’d also like to give a special SHOUT OUT to the fab people at Audible! Go HERE to listen to a clip of the amazing Lorelei King narrating Seventh Grave and No Body. And go HERE to order!

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Here is a sneak peek of Seventh Grave and No Body. Hope you enjoy!

 

Chapter One

i often question my sanity.

occasionally, it replies.

—T-shirt

 

If the woman howling from the backseat of Agent Carson’s black SUV weren’t already dead, I would’ve strangled her. Gladly. And with much exuberance. But, alas, my ex-BFF Jessica was indeed dead, and ranting on and on about how her death was entirely my fault. Which was so not true. It was only partly my fault. I wasn’t the one who’d kicked her off a seven-story grain elevator. Though I was beginning to wish I had. At least then I would’ve had a reason to listen to her harp ad nauseam. Life was too short for this crap.

After rolling my eyes so far back into my head, I almost dislodged them from their sockets, I glanced over at my driver and the owner of said SUV, Agent Carson. Actually, it was FBI Special Agent Carson, but that was way too many syllables, in my book. I’d tried to get her to change her name to SAC—or even FBISAC, since we could’ve called her Phoebe for short—but she’d have none of it. Her loss. No telling how much time she could save if she didn’t have all those syllables to deal with.

Fortunately for SAC, she couldn’t hear Jessica, but the other supernatural entity in the car—one Mr. Reyes Alexander Farrow, the hot hunk of corporeal manliness sitting in the middle seat of the long SUV—most definitely could. It was his own fault, however. He was the one who’d insisted on playing bodyguard ever since we found out a group of hellhounds had escaped from molten gates down under and were on their way to this plane to dismember me.

As a diversionary tactic—since I had the innate ability to visualize my own dismemberment to an alarming degree—I was working on some of the cold cases SAC had asked me to look into, see if anything caught my eye. And the folder containing an unsolved ten-year-old multiple murder definitely caught my eye.

Well, okay, they all caught my eye, but this one seemed to pull at me. To lure me. It begged to be solved. Five people—two adults and three teens—had been killed one night while preparing to open a summer camp for special needs kids.. They were each stabbed multiple times and found in a sea of blood by another camp supervisor the next morning. Another young girl, the only daughter of the two adults, was never found.

The only real suspect they’d had was a homeless man who scavenged the campsites in the area, stealing food from campers when they went on hikes or slept. But the forensics unit found no evidence linking him to the crime scene. Not a fingerprint. Not a drop of blood. Not a single strand of the suspect’s hair.

And so the case went unsolved. Until now. The FBI had finally wised up and put Charley Davidson on the task of bringing a killer to justice. Because that’s what Charley did. Brought killers to justice. She also found lost dogs, exposed cheating spouses, and tracked down the occasional skip. And she rarely referred to herself in the third person.

I had a few other specialties as well. Mostly because I’d been born the grim reaper. I could see dead people, for one, a fact that helped me solve many a case. Odd how easy it was to solve cases when one could ask the victim whodunit. Not that I could always rely on that natural advantage. Some people didn’t know who’d killed them. That was rare, but it happened. A traumatized brain was a complicated brain. Still, I got good intel most of the time.

In this case, however, the chances of finding a departed just hanging out at the crime scene where they’d died ten years earlier were slim. It was worth a shot either way, which was why I’d agreed to let SAC pick me up at the ungodly hour of 6 a.m. to show me the crime scene firsthand. Along with me, however, came a bit of baggage, and it was sitting in the two backseats. Jessica, my ex-BFF, blamed me for her death. Ad nauseam. Reyes, my affianced, blamed me for his sour mood. I chose to ignore them both.

“The view is gorgeous,” I said as we wound up the Jemez Mountains. The sun was barely clearing the treetops, casting an orange glow over us. The pine and juniper glistened with the early morning dew, their shadows sliding across the window as we drove deeper into the pass. We didn’t see a lot of green in Albuquerque, so the fact that all this lay just an hour away boggled my mind. I loved the Jemez.

“Isn’t it?” SAC agreed.

“My dad used to bring us up here on his motorcycle. But isn’t all this reservation land?” I asked. “How did the FBI get jurisdiction?”

“Tribal law is complicated,” she said, her brown bob swaying as she glanced in her rearview for the hundredth time that morning. But she wasn’t checking for traffic. She was checking on the surly man behind her. “In a case like this, we actually would’ve had jurisdiction, but the campsite isn’t on Pueblo land. Either way, it only makes sense to bring in outside authorities. One of the teens was Native American, which is a whole other issue, but the tribal council was more than happy to have us do the investigation.”

She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her gaze darting again to the rearview. I couldn’t blame her. Reyes was certainly something to look at. Since I could feel emotions radiate off people like others could feel the weather, I felt every infusion of warmth that rushed through her with his nearness. He affected her like hot tea on a winter’s day, but she hid it well. I had to give her kudos for that. She was curious about him but guarded. Since Reyes, dark and dangerous, was an enigma even to me, SAC was smart to be guarded. But there was no denying the raw magnetism, the sensuous allure he unconsciously sent out in sweet, pulsating waves.

Either that or I was ovulating.

 

Thank you so much for being wonderful! We look forward to hearing your thoughts on Seventh Grave.

 

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Comments

10 responses to “Seventh Grave and No Body Drops!!!”

  1. Cindy says:

    Hey, I cannot wait to get my hands on this book, but, I thought at the end of 6 Charley was pregnant and it does not allude to that…

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  3. clarabell says:

    I just finished Seventh Grave No Body !I read for six hours straight no breaks.I am typing this with blurry eyes. this is the best book ever!no spoilers but it left me breathless.I am totally bummed the we have to wait for the next after the roller coaster we just got off of.I have named it my mind…..Eight,Eight the Grave can wait.

  4. This was so wonderful to read and I want more! I love all the emotions people feel when they read your books. I laughed so hard. I cried with the characters. Great read, I have read it twice already!

  5. Bobbie says:

    I cried while reading the TV reporters cabin scene! SHHHH please do not tell anyone! I think I may be WAAAAAY too attached to Charlie! All in all the book left me wondering what I’ll read waiting for the next one.

  6. Debbie says:

    I love the way you write; good mystery with characters to fall in love with and a humorously sweet & sassy detective!
    I am looking forward to more of the series.
    Thank you!

  7. Judy says:

    Number 8 please!!!!!!!!!!!
    Amazing to read, impossible to put down but the wait for the next one kills me!
    WOW! Keeps getting better and better!

  8. JODI says:

    I took all of the books out of the library and read them all in a week….They have everything I look for in a book/series. I can not wait on the next one……

  9. Debbie says:

    I love the series so far. Can’t wait for book eight. But now I have to read something else till then. I also love the narrator. She is so easy to listen to. Great job!

  10. Lorraine says:

    I’ve just finished Seventh Grave, and I’ve become so addicted to your books that I’m getting a little concerned that I might not be able to handle waiting for the next one! For the last almost 50 years I’ve almost always had a book in my hand, but never have I fallen in love with a character and a writer’s style as much as I have here. I can’t thank you enough for bringing Charley to life and for sharing your amazing talent. I promise I won’t bug you for the 8th book, but I can’t wait! =)

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