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A typical day in the life of Charley Davidson involves cheating husbands, missing people, errant wives, philandering business owners, and oh yeah . . . demons, hell hounds, evil gods, and dead people. Lots and lots of dead people.
As a part time Private Investigator and full-time Grim Reaper, Charley has to balance the good, the bad, the undead, and those who want her dead.
Now Charley is learning to make peace with the fact that she is a goddess with all kinds of power and that her own daughter has been born to save the world from total destruction. The forces of hell are determined to see Charley banished forever to the darkest corners of another dimension but with the son of Satan himself as her husband, maybe Charley can find a way to have her happily ever after after all.
321 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 24, 2017









...the images that flooded my cerebral cortex defied logic. The creation of Earth. The depth of the ever-expanding universe. Living creatures in the farthest reaches of space. And the gods. So many more than I ever imagined possible. Almost every dimension, and there were thousands, had at least one. Some more. A few none.That was a vision imparted to Charley by the archangel Michael. Yes, that Michael. An increasingly important character in this series, it seems. Because, as the blurb says,
Charley is learning to make peace with the fact that she is a goddess with all kinds of power and that her own daughter has been born to save the world from total destruction.And let's not forget that her husband (and baby Beep's father) Reyes Farrow is officially son of Satan. Yes, that Satan. Traditional Hell and (maybe) Heaven merge with a polytheistic universe (how many of these characters are actually gods like Charley, hmm?) in a kind of theological coup de grace that leaves Charley's head spinning, and ours as well.



"I'm going to take over the world."
"The whole thing?"
"Well, I'm going to try to take over the world."
"And you feel you're prepared for world domination?"
I lifted a noncommittal shoulder. "I'm taking a business class."
And who came up with the animals for these euphemisms, anyway? Why bat shit? Why not cow shit or grasshopper shit? And why don't we give a rat's ass as opposed to a hamster's ass?
"You know, I was thinking about my in-laws." I strolled closer, craving his heat. And his scent. And the power that continuously hummed through him like an infinite source of energy. "You know, from your supernatural side? By being married to you, I am Satan's daughter-in-law, Jehova's sister-in-law, and Jesus's aunt by marriage."

