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To Catch Her Death
Grim Reality Series
Genre: Paranormal Humor
Publisher: Red Hot Publishing
Date of Publication: Oct. 2013
ISBN: e-book – 9781938601118
Print - 9781938601125
Number of pages:250
Word Count: 60K
Cover Artist: Jennifer Meyers & Hot Damn Designs
First off, let me tell you that this book is fricken hilarious! I read it late last night and ended up having to move to the living room so I wouldn't wake my husband up by laughing too loudly. I love a book that can make me lough out loud! It is such a treat.
This book is very well written, with characters you really start to care about. I can't wait to read the next book in the series! I can tell that this is one of the series that I will reread every time a new one comes out. I only do that with my favorite ones, so that should tell you how much I love this book.
The main character, Lisa, is the main humor in this book. Her attitude and sarcasm are so much like mine, it was like reading something I might have written myself. If only I could write like this! Then I would be the author getting her book reviewed, instead of the reviewer!
The children are well written and could be any of mine or my friend's kids, they are so believable. They all have went through so much, yet you can tell that they are still a family that cares for each other. I love the twins and how they are so different from each other. The daughter reminded me of my own teen. I could relate to the family as a whole and that made me enjoy the book all the more.
The story is about a woman that has lost her husband, is trying to finally pick up the pieces and get back into life. Then she finds out that she is a grim reaper, in a most unusual and shocking way. She finds out that this is a paying position so decides that she might as well try it out. She is, after all a grim reaper so she should do her duty and get paid at the same time, right? From that point on the story just gets funnier and funnier. Don't get me wrong, there are some grim moments in the book. Get it! Ha! 'Grim' moments! I couldn't help myself there.
Anyway, there are bound to be sad times, since this does have to do with death and souls and all that. The author handles this brilliantly. She makes the deaths realistic but not too graphic. It's like one of those movies where you can see it coming, then it kind of veers off to the wall and you see the shadows or the blood spatter, but not the actual death. While I can handle grisly and gory, I prefer it to be in a different type of book. So I appreciated the lack of gore, since it means the books stays lighter and more able to deliver the belly laughs.
I recommend this book to anyone that likes a more humorous story with terrific writing, great characters, and (to me anyway) an underlying message of faith and strength. We can get through some tough times, we can keep faith, and we can do it with great poise, or with hilarious clumsiness.
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What do you get when you cross a hockey mom with the grim reaper? Me, Lisa Carron.
If being a depressed, frumpy, widowed mother of three wasn’t bad enough, I just discovered I’m a grim reaper. I know what you’re thinking. Wow, that’s kind of sexy and full of awesomeness. Hardly. Oh, and my clients? Stupid people. Like I don’t get enough of that from the living.
Since Alaska is big and angels of death are few, I’ve been partnered with reaper extraordinaire, Nate Cramer. He’s strong, silent, and way too good looking for my recently widowed state. Oh, and he reaps violent criminals, so that should be interesting.
Forget the danger and the hours of self-analysis it will take for me to find my reaper mojo. My biggest problem? Hiding it all from my overly attentive family and nosy neighbors. Now that’s going to take a miracle.
“You’re not welcome here.” He took a step forward and I slapped my hand against the wall, blocking his path with my arm. If he was a grim reaper then maybe he couldn’t enter my house until he was invited—like vampires. “Be gone.”
He smirked. “I’m not a vampire.”
“I know you’re not. There’s no such thing.” I rolled my eyes, trying to give the impression I hadn’t totally been thinking that. “What do you want?”
“Give me ten minutes. Then I’ll leave and never bother you again.”
It sounded too good to be true. “Never ever?”
He didn’t do any kind of scout’s honor hand gesture, so I didn’t know if I could completely trust him. “Ten minutes.”
In that amount of time, he could have me sliced up and vacuum sealed, but what choice did I have. I spun and walked into my kitchen. The idea of he being a grim reaper was the lesser of two evils made me want to laugh. Not in a haha, ironic isn’t it way. But a deeply disturbed things keep getting weirder and weirder way.
His footsteps followed. I cursed myself. He’d probably leave big, stupid dirt marks all over my sparkling floor. I scooped up my glass and turned to face him. My upbringing forced me to offer him a drink. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
He held up a hand and shook his head. “No, thank you.”
Hmm, very polite—for a killer. I pulled out the chair and sat, indicating he should do the same. I sipped slowly, wishing it was something stronger. “Okay, speak.”
He lowered himself into the chair and propped his elbows on the table, leveling a stare at me. “You are a grim reaper.”
“So you’ve said.” I took another drink and set down my glass. “Are we done?”
“Hardly.” He eased back and sized me up, his gaze narrowing. “All right then, you explain what happened at the Holiday station this morning.”
I considered giving him Vella’s explanation, but those reasons sounded even more ridiculous than reaping a soul. I decided to change tactics. “Let me ask you this. Why do you think I’m a reaper?”
“We recently lost one of our own and you came on our radar as the next reaper in line.”
“Lost one of your own?” I didn’t like the sound of that at all. “You mean one of your reapers died?”
He shifted in his chair. “Yes.”
“That’s a bit ironic isn’t it? The angel of death dying.”
He shrugged. “We’re mortal, tools for the greater good of mankind.”
I refrained from telling him how much of a tool I thought he was. “Isn’t the grim reaper immortal?”
“You watch too many movies.”
That was true but I didn’t confirm his statement.
About the Author:
As a bestselling author, Boone Brux’s books range from high fantasy to humorous paranormal.
A former nanny, Boone has lived all over the world, finally settling in the icy region of Alaska, where she writes full time. Always looking for the next adventure, it’s not unusual to find her traversing the remotest parts of the Alaskan bush. No person or escapade is off limits when it comes to weaving real life experiences into her books or blogs.
Disclaimer: I received a review copy of this book for free. Regardless, all opinions are my own and were not influenced in any way. I was not required to leave a positive review.