Summoned to Thirteenth Grave: A Novel

Summoned to Thirteenth Grave: A Novel

by Darynda Jones

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Grim Reaper Charley Davidson is back in the final installment of Darynda Jones’ New York Times bestselling paranormal series--Summoned to Thirteenth Grave.

Charley Davidson, Grim Reaper extraordinaire, is pissed. She’s been kicked off the earthly plane for eternity –which is exactly the amount of time it takes to make a person stark, raving mad. But someone’s looking out for her, and she’s allowed to return after a mere hundred years in exile. Is it too much to hope for that not much has changed? Apparently it is. Bummer.

She’s missed her daughter. She’s missed Reyes. She’s missed Cookie and Garrett and Uncle Bob. But now that she’s back on earth, it’s time to put to rest burning questions that need answers. What happened to her mother? How did she really die? Who killed her? And are cupcakes or coffee the best medicine for a broken heart? It all comes to a head in an epic showdown between good and evil in this final smart and hilarious novel.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250149435
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 01/15/2019
Series: Charley Davidson Series , #13
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 1,906
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author DARYNDA JONES won a Golden Heart and a RITA for her manuscript First Grave on the Right. A born storyteller, she grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike. Darynda lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys.

Winner of the 2009 Golden Heart® for Best Paranormal Romance for her manuscript FIRST GRAVE ON THE RIGHT, Darynda can't remember a time when she wasn't putting pen to paper. DARYNDA JONES 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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What, pray tell, the fuck?


It wasn't until I felt the sun on my face that I knew, really knew, I'd made it back. The bright orb drifted over the horizon like a hot air balloon, blinding me, yet I couldn't stop looking at it. Or, well, trying to look at it. After giving it my all through squinted lids, I gave up and closed them. Let the warmth wash over me. Let it sink into my skin. Flood every molecule in my body.

God knew I needed it. I hadn't had a drop of vitamin D in over a hundred years. My bones were probably brittle and shriveled and splintery. Much like the current state of my psyche.

But that's what happens when you defy a god.

Not just any god, mind you. No siree Bob. To get booted off the big blue marble, one had to defy the God. The very One a particular set of children's books called Jehovahn.

The Man had some serious control issues. I bring one person back from the dead and bam. Banished for all eternity. Exiled to a hell with no light, no hair products, and no coffee.

Mostly no coffee.

And, just to throw salt onto a gaping, throbbing flesh wound, no tribe.

In this dimension, the one with the yellow sun and champagne-colored sand on which I now walked, I had a husband and a daughter and more friends than I could shake a stick at. But in the lightless realm I'd been banished to, I'd had nothing. I floated in darkness for over one hundred agonizing years, tormented by dreams of a husband I could no longer touch and a daughter I could no longer protect.

She would be gone by now. Our daughter. I will have missed her entire life. The thought alone shattered me. Cut into me like shards of glass every time I breathed.

But I'd missed more than her life. It had been prophesied that she would face Lucifer in a great battle for humanity. That she would have an army at her back and, fingers crossed, a warrior at her side. And that she would stand against evil when no one else could.

I'd wondered for dozens of years if she'd won, the pain of not knowing, of not being able to help, driving me to the brink of insanity. Then I realized something and a peculiar kind of peace came over me. Of course she'd won. She was the daughter of two gods. More to the point, she was her father's daughter, the god Rey'azikeen's only child. She would've been wily and cunning and strong. Of course she won.

That's what I'd told myself over and over for the last thirty-odd years of my exile. But now I was back. An exile that was supposed to be for all eternity stopped just short, in my humble opinion, of its goal.

Unfortunately, I had no idea why I was back. I'd felt myself being drawn forward, pulled through space and time until the darkness that surrounded me gave way to the unforgiving brightness of Earth's yellow sun. That big, beautiful ball of fire I'd so often complained about as a resident of New Mexico, where sunshine was damned near a daily occurrence.

The horror!

And here it was, bathing me in its brilliance as my feet sank into dew-covered sand with every step I took. I walked toward it. The sun. Craving more. Begging for more.

"I will never complain about you again," I said, tilting my face toward the heavens, because the thought of my daughter growing up without me wasn't the only thing that had driven me to the edge of sanity. Nor the heartbreak of missing my husband. His hands on my body. His full mouth at my ear. His sparkling eyes hooded by impossibly thick lashes.

No, it was the perpetual darkness that pushed me so far inside myself I could hardly stay conscious.

I'd tried to escape. To find my way back to my family and friends. Boy, had I tried. But it seemed like the harder I struggled, the deeper I sank. The realm in which I'd been cast was like an inky, ethereal form of quicksand. If not for the wraiths ...

I stopped and bent my head to listen. Someone was following me, and for the first time since materializing on the earthly plane, I tried to take in my surroundings. With my vision adjusting, I could just make out the sea of peaches and golds that stretched out before me. Sand as far as the eye could see.

Then it hit me. The Sahara. I'd been here before. With him.

I started walking again, slowly, making him come to me as I used every ounce of strength I had to tamp down the elation coursing through my veins.

I'd dreamed about this moment for so long, a part of me wondered if it was real. Or if I was hallucinating. But I felt the warmth radiating from his body and I knew. Heat — his heat — pulsated over me in rich, fervent waves, stirring parts of me that hadn't been stirred in decades. Or churned. Or even whisked, for that matter.

I dared a glance over my shoulder. My knees weakened and my stomach clenched at the sight. Dressed as a desert nomad in traditional, sky-blue garb, he followed at a leisurely pace. A light breeze pressed his robe against his body, outlining his wide shoulders, long arms, and lean waist.

A turban of the same sky blue had been wrapped around his head and face until only his eyes shone through.

Dark. Shimmering. Intent.

Like that could fool me. Like I wouldn't know my husband from a thousand miles away. His essence. His aura. His scent.

Of course, the ever-present fire that licked over his skin, the lightning that arced around him, didn't hurt.

He moved like an animal. A predator. Powerful and full of confidence and grace. Every step calculated. Every move a conscious act.

And he was closing in.

I turned back to the horizon, my heart bursting with the knowledge that my husband was still here. Still on Earth. Still sexy as fuck.

And yet, there was something not quite ...

I whirled around to face him when I realized part of what I was feeling, part of the tangle of tightly packed emotions that made Reyes Reyes, was anger.

No. Not anger precisely. Anger would be far too tame a word. He was livid. Furious. Enraged. And it was all directed at me.

I'd stopped, but he continued his advance. The stealth with which he moved was born of an instinct millions of years old. He was a predator through and through. A hunter. He knew how to stalk and kill his prey before that prey could detect even the slightest hint of danger. But dangerous he was. On a thousand different levels.

Still ...

"Are you kidding me?" I asked, holding up a finger to both stop him and give attitude. Two birds, one stone, baby.

Unfortunately, he didn't stop. He only tilted his head, the scarf making it impossible to see the expression underneath, and continued his trek toward me. But I could still feel it. The anger simmering just below the surface.

I didn't know if my ability to read the emotions of others was a part of my grim reaper status or my godly one. Either way, I'd had the ability to feel emotion pouring out of people since I was a kid. But Reyes was usually much harder to read.


He kept walking, his gait so casual one would think he was out for a morning stroll. And yet purpose filled every step he took.

I had no choice but to retreat. I'd been exiled to a hell dimension for a hundred years. I wasn't eager to visit another here on Earth. And an angry Reyes was a ... a what? A panty-melting Reyes? A ravishing Reyes? A god?

I stumbled backwards then righted myself and stood up straight to face him. I would not cower in the face of my enemy — a.k.a. my husband.

Five feet away.

"Now, listen up, Mister Man."


"I'll have you know —"


"— that I did not come back here —"


"— to be accosted by an angry —"

Wait. A veil of sheer white flowed in my periphery, picked up by a soft breeze, and I looked down, wondering what the fuck was I wearing. "What the fuck am I —"


An arm wrapped around my waist, and Reyes pulled me against him, his hard body molding to mine. There was nothing gentle about his hold as he studied me.

I studied him back. I reached up and pulled the scarf down to reveal his perfect nose, full mouth, darkened jaw. His irises, eclipsed by the shadow of his own lashes, shimmered a deep, rich brown sprinkled with green and gold flecks, and I sank into him. It had been so long. So very, very long.

When I wrapped both arms around his neck, he lowered his head and buried his face in my hair. I basked in the feel of his body against mine, reveling as well in the fact that I actually had a body. A corporeal one. A corporeal one that had urges and impulses and desires, traitorous carcass that it was.

"Can we just put the anger aside for a little while and see to my needs?"

He pulled back and stared down at me, his gaze intense enough to start a fire. Then he lifted the robe over his head and tossed it and the turban onto the sand. The solid frame on which he'd been built, the wide shoulders and slim waist, the soft highlights and deep shadows of muscle and sinew, dissolved the bones I'd only recently reacquired.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Before I knew it, the world tilted. His strong arms lowered me onto the robe, a pair of nomadic trousers in the same startling blue as the rest of his garb his only attire.

And I apparently wore a white gown of some kind, the material like gossamer as he raked it up my body, his mouth, hot and wet, following its path.

Every kiss caused tiny quakes to ricochet against my bones. When he lifted the gown up over my arms, he stopped at my wrists and used the material to bind my hands above my head, holding them there with effortless ease.

A cool morning breeze washed over every exposed inch of me, as did his gaze. Both induced a wave of goose bumps that rushed across my skin, prickling as they blazed a trail wherever his attention landed. Even the heat emanating out of him and into me couldn't squelch them.

But I couldn't get enough of him. This man I'd dreamed of every minute of every hour for one hundred years.

His dark skin still bore the tribal tattoos that doubled as a map to the underworld. And the scars that lined the surface of his body attested to the many hells he'd endured. To the many lives he'd lived.

First, he was a god, the god Rey'azikeen, also known as the Hellmaker — long story — and little brother to none other than Jehovahn Himself. Then he was Rey'aziel, a demon, the son of Satan, in fact, and a general in Lucifer's army. Lastly, he was Reyes, a human for all intents and purposes. He became human to be with me. And he'd paid the price.

But he was here with me now. Reyes Alexander Farrow. My soul mate and my lover and my husband. So when he shoved his trousers past his hips, pushed my legs apart, and buried himself inside me in one, long thrust, the explosion of pleasure that washed over me was both achingly familiar and astonishingly novel.

He swallowed my gasp, kissing me long and hard and deep, siphoning every doubt I had that this was real. That he was here. On me and around me and inside me.

He began a slow, rhythmic offensive, burying his thick cock with painstaking precision. Taking his time. Exploring every inch of me with his hands and his tongue until the pleasure pooling in my abdomen convulsed and threatened to break free.

But his need seemed greater than even my own. It had been an entire century, after all. I could hardly blame him. So what began as a slow seduction of my senses quickly escalated to an exquisitely furious assault.

He abandoned all thoughts of propriety as his thrusts grew quicker and shorter and more desperate. He buried his face in my hair, his breaths warm against my cheek as he uttered the one word I would've given my life to hear not thirty minutes ago, his nickname for me: "Dutch."

His voice was as beautifully rich and stunningly sensuous as I remembered, the tenor alone driving me even closer to the brink of orgasm.

I dug my fingers into his steely buttocks, urging him deeper, the movement luring me toward that piercing edge.

"Please," I begged, whispering in his ear.

He shoved even harder. Even faster. The pressure building and building until his entire body stiffened beneath my hands.

I felt his orgasm as strongly as I felt my own. It crashed into me, his guttural growl heightening my own pleasure, mingling with the sweetest sting known to mankind.

Holding on for dear life, I clasped my arms around his neck and rode out the undulating waves of sensation, my spasms milking him as he emptied himself inside of me. He curled his fingers into my hair and panted into my ear, his warmth spilling into me. His fire engulfing me.

After a long moment of recovery in which the world slowly came back into focus, he wrapped his arms around me and rolled until I lay atop him. A place I loved to be.

"Welcome back," he said softly, his breath stirring my hair.

Hiding the fact that I was on the verge of tears, I buried my face in the crook of his neck and let my lids drift shut.

I was back. I didn't know how or why or for how long, but I was back and that was all that mattered. For now.

* * *

I awoke an hour later in my husband's arms, reveling at the feel of his skin against mine. There was so much I needed to know, so much I'd missed, but I asked the one question that had driven me to near lunacy.

I rose onto an elbow, peered into his infinite eyes, and asked, "Did she win?"

He didn't answer at first. Instead, the barest hint of a grin softened his features, giving him a boyish charm that I knew firsthand could be both endearing and lethal, often simultaneously. I'd seen that charm in all kinds of situations, from disarming a deranged stalker to coaxing a viperous demon out of a human host, and every time, it worked in his favor.

Crazy thing was, he wasn't the slightest bit aware of it. He had no clue what he did to men and women and demons alike. Or, if he did, he only took advantage of it in dire situations because his face could've opened so many more doors. He was, after all, the son of the most beautiful angel ever to grace the heavens.

He traced my mouth with his fingertips, and my chest filled to capacity with such a deep, eternal love, it threatened to burst. Which would kill the mood entirely.

I pulled my lower lip between my teeth, then asked again, "She won, right?"

He tucked a wayward strand of my brown hair, the same hair that hadn't seen the inside of a shower in over a hundred years, behind my ear.

I stifled a cringe at the thought when he asked, "How long do you think you've been gone?" His voice was all deep and rich and smooth. Like caramel. Or butterscotch. Or Darth Vader.

I leaned back to look at him. "Think? There's no thinking about it. I know exactly how long I've been gone. Right down to the second. Give or take."

"Yeah?" He flashed a smile that blinded me almost as much as the sun had. "And how long is that?"

"One hundred seven years, two months, fourteen days, twelve hours, and thirty-three minutes." I was totally lying. I might not have known the exact time served down to the minute, but I knew it was within shouting distance of my quote. "I was floating in darkness for over one hundred years."

He nodded, gave my answer some thought, then asked, "If you were floating in darkness, how do you know you were gone for a hundred and seven years?"

I looked past him, almost embarrassed. "I felt every second. I counted them."

He pulled me closer. "Aren't you really bad at math?"

"Speaking of which, I thought I was going to be exiled for all eternity."

Anger suddenly sparked inside him. I felt it like electricity spider-webbing from molecule to molecule inside me. "Did it not feel like an eternity?"

I lowered myself back onto his chest. "It felt like three eternities."

He turned away, his brows sliding together in thought. "You shouldn't have done it."

Ah. That would explain the anger. Rising all the way to a sitting position, I looked down at him, trying to decipher his thoughts. "You would rather have lost Amber?"

Amber, my best friend's lovely daughter, was the reason I had been kicked off the third rock from the sun in the first place. But it'd hardly been her fault. She'd been killed by an insane priest who was trying to anchor himself to Earth — using Amber as the anchor — and skip out on the trip to hell that he'd booked centuries earlier.

I could heal people. That wasn't breaking the rules. I could even bring them back from death if, and only if, their soul had yet to leave their body. But Amber had been dead for two hours when we'd found her. Her soul long gone. I couldn't do that to Cookie, my BFF. I couldn't just let her daughter die when I could do something about it.

Was Reyes really suggesting that?

"Of course not," he said, offended. "You should've let me do it."


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Anonymous 11 months ago
I guess I expected more than what we got. There was much less story here than in previous books, and I guess I assumed there would be some closure. I did enjoy the twists, but not enough to offset the feeling that the book should have been a hundred pages longer...since it was the conclusion. I reread all twelve books in preparation...then paid $15 for it. I was let down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I only wish this series could go on forever!!! ??????????
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Anonymous 9 months ago
Awesome sauce
Anonymous 9 months ago
My favorite series
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LynnLTX More than 1 year ago
4.5 STARS Charley had been banished for restoring Amber’s life and now, she is back after a hundred years of exile, but thankfully time runs differently on earth. While Charlie was trapped in her cosmic time out, Reyes has been busy gathering the troops in one place to fight the demons who were released when the hell dimension he made and eventually broke in order to get back out. Charley has been told the key to winning the fight between good and evil is finding out what really happened to her mother when she was born. Charley’s usual irreverence and quirky behavior is in full swing and thankfully, Reyes is by her side much of the book trying to save Albuquerque and the world from the spreading evil demons released from the dark dimension. Demons are possessing people and turning them into vicious killers. These are particularly bad ones created by someone important to Charley. All the favorite characters have important roles to play in this final book which has some surprises, some happy and others quite sad. Some events in this books will as usual have readers laughing, but others will bring them to tears. My favorite part is that Reyes and Charley are together for much of the story and some loose ends are tied up as well as questions being answered. Ultimately, Charley’s main concern is for her daughter’s welfare as well as Reyes. What shakes out from their earlier actions in the previous book has some good and not so good consequences. And so we come to the end of all things and possibly a beginning. I imagine finishing a beloved series is always hard for the author as well as the fans. Admittedly, this conclusion left me feeling conflicted. I can see why Ms. Jones wrote it that way as it sets up Charley’s daughter, Beep, and Osh’s story. I have mixed feelings about Reyes and Charley’s resolution and where this story takes ultimately them. That being said, this book is a necessary read for fans of the series to see it all come to completion. This last book and its conclusion will have readers talking about it for a long time.
gaele More than 1 year ago
Thirteen, thirteen major challenges, thirteen in the ‘crew’, thirteen lost to the Shade, the number pops up regularly and often, and serves only to reinforce the final episode in this saga that is Charley. And let there be no questions – for this story as it surrounds Charley and Reyes is ending, in all ways marvelous, heartbreaking and SO very Charley that you can’t help but smile despite the tears. From major revelations about Ubie, a stand off with Michael the Archangel, deals made and bargains struck, and all of this in the midst of a hell dimension opening in the apartment that Charley and Reyes shared. The Shade demons, created by Reyes when banished on another plane, specifically meant to resist Charley’s powers have invaded – and Albuquerque is under martial law – no one in or out until the cause and solution for this virus can be found. And, things aren’t good as Charley, after disobeying and flaunting her ‘bad behavior’ in front of Michael the Archangel, has been banished to a ‘hell dimension’, 10 days in human time, a century in her own, until she is released to Reyes- so they can find the way to banish the Shade. Of course, everyone has been relocated out of the apartment to a warehouse on the outskirts of town: and the gang is all there. And fortunately for us, there is plenty of time to unearth secrets, get a chance to say goodbye to some, OMG to other’s revelations, and of course, follow Charley as yet another ‘near to death’ child appears in her place- needing answers and to find his mother. With one last appearance from the evil that haunted Reyes growing up, a showdown with the Vatican, finding another piece of the puzzle that is Rocket and Blue, and a wonderful ‘last chance’ moment with Beep that brings untold tears and lots of healing to Reyes, the story moves from high to low-lights, each moment revealing yet another piece of the puzzle that is Charley’s world, in ways that just couldn’t have been any different. With all that has happened, and Charley’s tendency to pop off with a half-conceived plan (or fully conceived but destined to go pear-shaped) what I think I (and most of us) have failed to notice is her ability to act FOR the right reasons, giving those plans a bit of oomph and perhaps drawing on the luck that is so needed. It took me 6 days (yes -six) to read this. That’s 50 pages (or about 3 chapters) a day – savoring, sobbing, digesting and even re-reading bits that seemed throwaway at first, but are supremely important. I cried. I laughed. I wanted to beg Darynda Jones to continue the story – never realizing that she found THE PERFECT CONCLUSION. Everyone says their goodbyes, and everyone is, for the moment, safe and happy. Taking her irreverent application of ‘rules, guidelines and ‘what must be’ into account, Charley bargains with Michael the Archangel, although is it really a bargain if the angel is smirking and seems to somehow respect your chutzpah? And Charley makes that ultimate sacrifice in hopes that she can, again, bargain with the fates – and concludes this story of a woman / god and her friends / family / angels, humans, demons and spirits who sought only to do the best that she could. I can’t recommend this series any stronger than that – grab them all. Read. Laugh. Cry, Repeat. I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
Maja Vogrin More than 1 year ago
This is it, the final book in this series. And how fitting that it's the number thirteen. I'm sad that it's going to be the last one but at the same time I'm glad that we got our big ending. I think we've all been waiting a long time for that to happen, since the previous book ended on such a huge cliffhanger. And to be honest, this book ends more on a HFN than a HEA, since there's still the big battle that Beep has to fight agains Lucifer. I've read somewhere, so this info might not be 100% accurate, that we'll get a spin off for Beep's story. I hope that's true, since I'm in love with this series and would love to continue reading about such fantastic characters. Especially since we don't know what happened to Osh. So I think the author is hinting at the new spin off with that little clue. And about what happens in this book...well...I'm not giving away any big spoilers so you'll just have to read the book to find out for yourself. But it's safe to say that this time all that could go wrong, goes wrong. And disastrously so. As in all hell is breaking loose and in the literal sense at that. Can't say I'm surprised by that, since that happens to me on a daily basis once I leave home and my cats can have the time of their lives destroying the house. As for Charley and Reyes, I mean, they can't do any wrong in my opinion. Even if they accidentally almost destroy the whole world, no biggie. After being gone from the earthly plain for what felt like an eternity Charley had to live a little, right? And also, this might be the book where we get to see the couple spend most of their time together. Can't tell you how much I loved that. They are one of my all time favourite couples, their relationship is always so funny and something I someday wish to have with my loved one. Not to mention all the sexy scenes we get in this book. Aside from that, it felt so good to get the whole gang back together, the whole big family reuniting once again for this big battle. I mean, what more could one want from this series conclusion, right? Well, there were some pretty big plot twist and revelations and even deaths that left me completely stunned. I think it was Rocket's secret that had shocked me the most, like who knew? I was so happy and at the same time so sad for him. I wished someone would give him a big hug. All in all, this is a bitterweeet ending of a great series and this book is a must read for all Charley and Reyes fans!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the whole series
Anonymous 26 days ago
Wish there could be more. Greatly appreciate the love that went into writing this world and these characters.
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Hopefully Beep will have her own books now.
Anonymous 7 months ago
Charley Davidson is one of my favorite protagonists of all time. Smart, sexy and especially snarky and sarcastic, if she were real, we’d be besties. AND Reyes. OMG. Sex on a stick. And a great storyline too!!! Keep them coming Darynda Jones!!
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I don't care that it's ended....i just want more. There's nothing quite like Charley. I want more and I want to know what happens to Beep
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Great series!!
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Bev_Ash 8 months ago
This is the first book I have read by Darynda Jones. I got the ebook from NetGalley for an honest review and I am glad I did. The plot was well written and the characters were very interesting. I had very little problem catching on to the story. I liked this book so much I got the other 12. After I read them I think I will read this one again.
Anonymous 9 months ago
Amazing wish there was more........
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Anonymous 9 months ago
Good wrap up of a great cast of characters