Let’s just agree that I have some of the most fantastic friends in the world. Earlier this year I spent a lot of time in the hospital with various family members—surgeries, cancer treatments, heart valve replacements. It’s been a rough year.
A colleague of mine recommended I read one of Darynda Jones’s paranormal romance books from the Charley Davidson series during the many hours at the hospital. I cracked the first book open and entered the world of a female P.I. who is also the grim reaper and falls in love with the son of the Devil. Nothing bad could happen there. I know it’s not appropriate to laugh out loud in hospital waiting rooms, but I couldn’t help myself. I consumed the first six books in three weeks at the hospital.
Darynda spoke at the Romance Writer’s of America conference in Seattle in October promoting her 12th book, “The Trouble with the Twelfth Grave” and one of my good friends attended the conference. Since I haven’t been able to shut up about the books since I started reading them, I asked her to get a selfie with the author if she could. Even if it was the over the shoulder with the author a speck in the background.
My friend went one step farther and told Darynda I was a huge fan. No lie there.
If you decide to self-medicate with one of her books, be warned you might end-up mainlining. They are addicting, the stay up all night when you have an important meeting the next morning type of addicting . . . and fast reads.
Hope your holiday season is as joyous.