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Автор Даринда Джонс

Darynda Jones’s writing has won her several awards, including a 2009 Golden Heart in the Paranormal Category for First Grave on the Right.

She lives in New Mexico, with her husband of more than 25 years and two sons, the mighty, mighty Jones boys.

Also by Darynda Jones

First Grave on the Right

Second Grave on the Left

Third Grave Dead Ahead

COPYRIGHT

Published by Hachette Digital

ISBN: 978-1-405-52184-0

All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public

domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely

coincidental.

Copyright © 2012 by Darynda Jones

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a

retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior

permission in writing of the publisher.

Hachette Digital

Little, Brown Book Group

100 Victoria Embankment

London, EC4Y 0DY

Contents

About the Author

Also by Darynda Jones

Copyright

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

For Quentin,

part-time pimp, full-time ninja, who, even at his age, still says things like, “Thank you, Easter Bunny! Bok, bok!”

Acknowledgments

This book owes a lot of things to a lot of people, not the least of whom are my amazing agent, Alexandra Machinist, and my incredible editor, Jennifer Enderlin. Thank you guys so much! You are both awe-inspiring, and I’m convinced each of you lead secret lives as superheroes.

Thank you to everyone at Macmillan Audio and a special shout-out to the ever-so-lovely Lorelei King for breathing life into my characters. Literally. Speaking of which, thank you to all at St. Martin’s Press, Macmillan, and Janklow & Nesbit Associates.

A special thanks to Jacquelyn Frank and Natalie Justice for naming this book while waiting for a shuttle, war-torn and tattered after a lively three-day conference where the effervescent Natalie mastered mechanical-bull riding and Jacki won my heart over a game of X-rated Round Robin.

You guys are the bomb.

Thank you so much to Mary Jo, Mary Ellen, and Bette for the consultations and advice on PTSD. You guys went above and beyond to help me, especially considering the fact that I only had three days to turn in the book. I am so grateful.

Thank you to Danielle “Dan Dan” Swopes for brainstorming with me even when your brain was almost as mushy as mine, and to your wonderful family whom I consider my own. And thank you to my actual family—you know who you are—for being so supportive and understanding when I miss holidays and birthday parties in the name of all things writerly. As soon as I make my next deadline, we are so having a cookout.

A huge thanks to Cait Allison for reading this book in its infancy, painful as it must have been, to give me feedback. I appreciate it more than you can know.