The Curse of Tenth Grave by Darynda Jones

Humor sparkled in his eyes as he waited for me to find the app. 'I had no idea smartphones were so versatile.' 'You don't have the app,' I said from between clenched teeth. I reached over and grabbed his phone as well. I could hardly shock him with only one paddle. Hold on.' As I punched buttons, I realized a major flaw in my plan. 'We have a defibrillator?' he asked, quirking a brow, clearly impressed. I'm going to have to bring out the defibrillator.' That part down, I went back to counting chest compressions.Īfter another round, he asked, 'Am I going to make it?' He laughed softly, the sound rumbling from his chest, deep and sexy, as he took my breath into his lungs. I finished my count, leaned down, put my lips on his, and blew. He tucked his arms behind his head while I worked. 'Damn it, man! I'm trying to save your life! Don't interrupt.'Ī sensuous grin slid across his face. He clearly didn't appreciate my dedication. 'I'm not sure I'm in the market,' he said, his voice smooth and filled with a humor I found appalling. SEE INSIDE FOR DETAILS, I'd straddled him and now worked furiously to save his life, my focus like that of a seasoned trauma nurse.

Wearing a red-and-black football jersey and boxers that read, DRIVERS WANTED. 'Giving you CPR.' I pressed into his chest, trying not to lose count. 'What are you doing?' he asked without removing his arm. So, I crawled on top of him and started chest compressions. He lay back, closed his eyes, and threw an arm over his forehead, his favorite sleeping position. “It was getting late, but sleep was the furthest thing from my racing mind. I see him giving his life for our daughter.' 'I think there's more than meets the eye. I think that maybe Osh is something else, too.' I traced one of the dark lines on his face. 'Okay, you know how I was the grim reaper all of my life, then suddenly I'm also this god from another dimension? And how you're the son of Satan all your life, then suddenly you're a god from this dimension? Who does that? Our lives are so weird. I pressed one corner of my mouth together in thought. But I wouldn't dismiss him so offhandedly.' Reyes's expression slowly changed from content to disbelief to horror to a bristly, murderous kind of fury. Or I could just blurt it out and watch his expression go from content to disbelief to horror to a bristly, murderous kind of fury. This might be a little hard for him to swallow. 'He's taken,' I said, accepting the fact that forgiving himself was something Reyes didn't do. “Should I leave you two alone?' he asked, changing the subject.

The Curse of Tenth Grave by Darynda Jones