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“For one week, all I could think about was drinking margaritas--well, that and running my tongue along Reyes's teeth--but I didn't have salt--or Reyes's teeth. I'd also lacked the energy to leave my apartment to get some--or the desire to stoop low enough to beg Reyes to let me lick his teeth after what he did--so I could only wish for a margarita. And dream of Reyes's teeth. I'd secretly hoped a margarita would magically appear in my hand, but that would mean I would have to put down the remote, and God knew that was not going to happen.”

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The Charley Davidson Series

The Charley Davidson Series is a collection of mystery novels that follows the life of Charley Davidson, a ghost whisperer who communicates with the spirits of the deceased. The series combines elements of supernatural mystery with humor and romance, as Charley navigates her personal life and solves cases involving the afterlife. more

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Darynda Jones
Darynda Jones

Darynda Jones, born in 1965, is an acclaimed American author known for her unique sense of humor and emotional depth in her novels. Her works have gained widespread attention and praise from readers. more

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