We interrupt this commercial break with a very important message… Before you Read FIRST GRAVE ON THE RIGHT (Message from Charlotte Davidson): If you’re going to read my story, there’s something you should know. Despite what your mother told you, despite what your father promised, there are things that go bump in the night. And sometimes those things are dark and sultry and blisteringly hot. Doesn’t make them any less dangerous. And your best hope is just to stay as far away as possible. But before I go any further, I should probably tell you how I know all of this. I’m the grim reaper. I mean, I’m not made of dust or skeletal remains or anything. I’m actually made of light and the departed can see me from anywhere in the world. They’re drawn to me like a moth to an inferno and can cross to the other side through my light. Of course, to the everyday person, I’m just your average surly girl with a PI license. I have to deal with ADD, the exorbitant cost of designer underwear, and the occasional mosquito bite just like the rest of humanity. But being the grim reaper has its perks. I can ask the departed who killed them, for one. Makes my job easy. Unfortunately, it has its drawbacks, too. For example, talking to the departed at the DMV is tricky. I’ve never really hated it, though. It’s not like I have a choice. I was born the collector of souls, the portal to the other side, and that’s okay. But in all the years that I’ve done what I do, I’ve never seen anything else like him. He who is made of shadows and fog and the most sensual mouth I’ve ever seen. You know those lopsided grins that make your chest tighten around your heart until you can hardly breathe? Yeah, that too. And everything was going great for a while. He’d materialize out of nowhere, give me a night of unmitigated bliss, then withdraw back into his own world. I never knew who he was, what he was. Until now. And now I’m just not sure what to do. To say that he was forged in the fires of sin would not be an overstatement. He is a being of such stunning beauty, he’s almost impossible to look at. Which would explain my attraction. But he is also powerful enough to bring about the apocalypse. I would probably be doing the world a favor if I killed him now. But there’s something about him. A vulnerability. A quiet desperation. He’s after something and he needs my help. So maybe I’ll help him. For now. But I swear, the minute he tries to destroy the world, he is so toast. Just sayin’. Wish me luck, Charley Davidson Grim Reaper Extraordinaire (Image by Pickyme @ http://pickymeartist.com/)