Grave Robbing and Other Hobbies (Grave Concerns #1) by Jayce Carter
ABOUT THE BOOK
Abandoned at three—whose parents want a kid who sees ghosts?—I learned the world is quick to punish misfits. I try my best to be a normal, boring human, but the call of the supernatural just won’t be ignored.
When a stranger shows up on my doorstep in the middle of the night, it’s no sexy tryst. Instead, I’m off to the graveyard, digging up the corpse of a murder victim at the demand of the local vampire coven—and that small felony is just the start.
The spirit of the woman has gone missing, something that shouldn’t be possible, and everyone is looking to me for answers. There’s Kase, a vampire who’s both terrifying and secretive. Grant, a mage with a bad attitude and a lot of power. Troy, the possessive werewolf-detective next door, and Hunter, a mysterious bad boy who isn’t even close to human.
It’s a race not just against time but against everything to figure out where the spirits are going, who’s behind it, and if I can trust the men who now share my bed.
And all because of a little grave robbing…
Anyone for supernaturals gone rogue? Some paranormal persecution? This is my first Jayce Carter book and it won’t be my last. She has a way of pulling you right into the story, freaking you out, and then tossing in a hilarious Ava joke or one-liner that has you laughing out loud.
Well, that’s how it always goes. Everyone thinks their death will be some great sacrifice, some noble leap, but that isn’t what it is.
Ava was okay with her life as an insurance saleswoman and a medium to the undead until she is persuaded by vampires, werewolves, mages, and hellhounds to discover why normally controlled supernaturals are brutally murdering local humans. Not to mention the spirits of the dead are being torn away from their bodies. What does that have to do with Ava, you ask? Well, she’s not so sure herself, but everyone says she’s more than what she thinks. Unfortunately, Ava knows nothing about her past other than she was abandoned by her parents and placed into the foster care system. So between graverobbing, seances, and visiting purgatory, her work is cut out for her. Oh, and did I mention she is accompanied by Kase, the handsome and stoic vampire, Troy, the possessive silver-haired werewolf, Hunter, the sexy hot Hellhound, and Grant, the playful mage. Lucky girl! 😉
I love Ava’s pluck and sarcastic wit. Her independence stays true as she battles many unnatural forces and very masculine and sexy distractions/protectors. When she finally lets her true powers out during a life or death situation she gets closer to the menacing force causing such havoc. However, she needs to decide who to trust and how in the Hell she is going to deal with the killer. By the way, my favorite testosterone-filled scene was the fight between two of her jealous bodyguards while she and the other two watched on the sofa eating popcorn. Classic! LOL
I recommend this suspenseful, yet playful, paranormal romance filled with magic, some MFM action, and a hunt for a killer. And did I mention this book has a cliffhanger? Not my favorite, but I am definitely snatching up book 2 as soon as I can.
Thank you to Ms. Carter for giving me the opportunity to read this book with no expectation of a positive review.
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I took the stairs carefully, gripping the railing as I went, trying to peer into the darkness of my living room.
Was it Kase? Had he decided he didn’t care for a human telling him what to do or where to go? Or perhaps Troy figured waiting until morning for something between an apology and a lecture was just too far.
Except, I knew it wasn’t them. I could feel it deep in my bones, the way I knew when the sun rose without looking outside, the way I knew when a predator was staring at me.
Whatever was here wasn’t anything as trivial as a vampire or werewolf.
And what sort of screwed-up world did I live in where vampires and werewolves were trivial?
When I reached the ground floor, that chill worsened. I struggled to breathe, and the darkness wasn’t run of the mill, as if someone forgot to turn on a light. It was deeper, as though light wasn’t just absent but devoured. Something was there inside it, shifting, staring back at me.
My wrists burned as if fire licked along the edges of the scars there. It crept up my arms, searing me, and when I would have screamed, someone closed their hand over my mouth.
Trust me, you don’t want it to hear you.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jayce Carter lives in Southern California with her husband and two spawns. She originally wanted to take over the world but realized that would require wearing pants. This led her to choose writing, a completely pants-free occupation. She has a fear of heights yet rock climbs for fun and enjoys making up excuses for not going out and socializing.