The Unlikeable Demon Hunter
Nava Katz
Book One
Deborah Wilde
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Te Da Media
Date of Publication: April 18, 2017
ISBN: 978-0-9920709-8-4
ISBN: 978-0-9920709-9-1
ASIN: B01MR8GI6B
Number of pages: 420
Word Count: 87,400
Cover Artist: Damonza
Book Description:
Bridesmaids meets Buffy with a dash of the seven deadly sins.
The age-old story of what happens when a foul-mouthed, romance impaired heroine with no edit button and a predilection for hot sex is faced with her worst nightmare–a purpose
Ari Katz is intelligent, driven, and will make an excellent demon hunter once initiated into the Brotherhood of David. However, this book is about his twin Nava: a smart-ass, self-cultivated hot mess, who is thrilled her brother is stuck with all the chosen one crap.
When Nava half-drunkenly interrupts Ari’s induction ceremony, she expects to be chastised. What she doesn’t expect is to take her brother’s place among the–until now–all-male demon hunters. Even worse? Her infuriating leader is former rock star Rohan Mitra.
Too bad Rohan’s exactly what Nava’s always wanted: the perfect bad boy fling with no strings attached, because he may also be the one to bring down her carefully erected emotional shields. That’s as dangerous as all the evil fiends vying for the bragging rights of killing the only female ever chosen for Demon Club.
Odds of survival: eh.
Odds of having a very good time with Rohan before she bites it: much better.
Excerpt:
Mornings after
sucked.
sucked.
Walks of shame
were a necessary evil, but that didn’t mean I enjoyed shimmying back into the
same trollop togs twice. I picked glitter out of my hair, then straightened my
sequined top. I was officially decommissioning it. Multiple washings never
quite managed to remove the lingering aura of bad decisions I made while
wearing party clothes. My philosophy? Cross my fingers and hope for the most
bang for the bucks spent later on new outfits.
were a necessary evil, but that didn’t mean I enjoyed shimmying back into the
same trollop togs twice. I picked glitter out of my hair, then straightened my
sequined top. I was officially decommissioning it. Multiple washings never
quite managed to remove the lingering aura of bad decisions I made while
wearing party clothes. My philosophy? Cross my fingers and hope for the most
bang for the bucks spent later on new outfits.
The surly cabbie
evil-eyed me to hurry up.
evil-eyed me to hurry up.
I complied,
rooting around in my clutch for some crumpled bills before handing them over
and stumbling out of the taxi onto the sidewalk.
rooting around in my clutch for some crumpled bills before handing them over
and stumbling out of the taxi onto the sidewalk.
Fresh air was a
godsend after the stale bitter coffee smell I’d been trapped with during the
ride. I pressed a finger to my temple, a persistent dull throb stabbing me
behind my eyeballs. My residual feel good haze clashed big-time with the
glaring sun screaming at me to wake up, and the buzz of a neighbor’s lawnmower
cutting through the Sunday morning quiet didn’t help matters. Best get inside.
godsend after the stale bitter coffee smell I’d been trapped with during the
ride. I pressed a finger to my temple, a persistent dull throb stabbing me
behind my eyeballs. My residual feel good haze clashed big-time with the
glaring sun screaming at me to wake up, and the buzz of a neighbor’s lawnmower
cutting through the Sunday morning quiet didn’t help matters. Best get inside.
Smoothing out my
mini skirt, I readied myself for my tame-my-happy-slut-self-to-boring-PG-rating
body check when a wave of dizziness crashed through me. Whoa. I brought my gaze
back to horizon level, swallowing hard. That sea-sickness technique was doing
dick-all so I rummaged in my bag for my ginger chews.
mini skirt, I readied myself for my tame-my-happy-slut-self-to-boring-PG-rating
body check when a wave of dizziness crashed through me. Whoa. I brought my gaze
back to horizon level, swallowing hard. That sea-sickness technique was doing
dick-all so I rummaged in my bag for my ginger chews.
No puking in the
bushes, I chided myself, letting the spicy smooth and sweet candy fight my
nausea. My mother would toss my bubble ass out if I defiled her precious
rhodos.
bushes, I chided myself, letting the spicy smooth and sweet candy fight my
nausea. My mother would toss my bubble ass out if I defiled her precious
rhodos.
Again.
The rise and
fall of my chest as I took a few deep breaths spotlit a slight problem. My
spangly blouse was missing two buttons. And I was missing a bra. Hook-up Dude
had been worth the loss of a pair of socks, maybe a bargain bin thong. But the
latest in purple push-up technology? No. I allowed myself a second to mourn. It
had been a good and loyal bra.
fall of my chest as I took a few deep breaths spotlit a slight problem. My
spangly blouse was missing two buttons. And I was missing a bra. Hook-up Dude
had been worth the loss of a pair of socks, maybe a bargain bin thong. But the
latest in purple push-up technology? No. I allowed myself a second to mourn. It
had been a good and loyal bra.
The sex, on the
other hand? Total crap. The girls, who were normally perky C cups, seemed a bit
subdued. I couldn’t blame them. What’s-his-name had started out with all the
promise of a wild stallion gallop, but he’d ended up more of a gentle trot. I
didn’t know if the fault lay with the jockey or the ride, but it had been a
long time since I’d seen a finish line.
other hand? Total crap. The girls, who were normally perky C cups, seemed a bit
subdued. I couldn’t blame them. What’s-his-name had started out with all the
promise of a wild stallion gallop, but he’d ended up more of a gentle trot. I
didn’t know if the fault lay with the jockey or the ride, but it had been a
long time since I’d seen a finish line.
Since I couldn’t
keep examining my tits on the front walk with Mrs. Jepson side-eyeing me from
behind her living room curtains, I thrust my chin up and clacked a staccato
rhythm toward my front door on those mini torture chambers that had seemed such
a good idea yesterday.
keep examining my tits on the front walk with Mrs. Jepson side-eyeing me from
behind her living room curtains, I thrust my chin up and clacked a staccato
rhythm toward my front door on those mini torture chambers that had seemed such
a good idea yesterday.
Every step made
our precisely manicured lawn undulate. I clamped my lips shut, willing the
ginger chews to kick in while fumbling my key into the lock. Dad had screwed up
the measurements on our striking cedar and stained glass front door and, being
a touch too big for the frame, it needed to be shouldered open.
our precisely manicured lawn undulate. I clamped my lips shut, willing the
ginger chews to kick in while fumbling my key into the lock. Dad had screwed up
the measurements on our striking cedar and stained glass front door and, being
a touch too big for the frame, it needed to be shouldered open.
I crashed into
the door like a linebacker. Once I’d extricated myself and my keys from the
lock, I brushed myself off, and stepped inside. Our house itself was
comfortably upper middle class but not huge, since my parents preferred to
spend money on trips and books instead of the overpriced real estate found in
here in Vancouver. A quick glance to my left showed that the TV room was empty.
I crossed my fingers that Mom and Dad were out at their squash game, my main
reason for picking this specific time to sneak back in.
the door like a linebacker. Once I’d extricated myself and my keys from the
lock, I brushed myself off, and stepped inside. Our house itself was
comfortably upper middle class but not huge, since my parents preferred to
spend money on trips and books instead of the overpriced real estate found in
here in Vancouver. A quick glance to my left showed that the TV room was empty.
I crossed my fingers that Mom and Dad were out at their squash game, my main
reason for picking this specific time to sneak back in.
Really, a
twenty-year-old shouldn’t have had to sneak. But then again, a twenty-year-old
probably should have kept her last menial job for longer than two weeks, so I
wasn’t in a position to argue rights.
twenty-year-old shouldn’t have had to sneak. But then again, a twenty-year-old
probably should have kept her last menial job for longer than two weeks, so I
wasn’t in a position to argue rights.
I kicked off my
shoes, sighing in delight at the feel of cool tile under my bare feet as I
padded through the house to our homey kitchen. No one was in there either.
Someone, probably Mom, had tacked the envelope with my final–and only–pay stub
from the call center that I’d left lying around onto our small “miscellaneous”
cork board. The gleaming quartz counters were now free of their usual clutter
of papers, books, and latest gourmet food find. That meant company. Come to
think of it, I did hear someone in the living room.
shoes, sighing in delight at the feel of cool tile under my bare feet as I
padded through the house to our homey kitchen. No one was in there either.
Someone, probably Mom, had tacked the envelope with my final–and only–pay stub
from the call center that I’d left lying around onto our small “miscellaneous”
cork board. The gleaming quartz counters were now free of their usual clutter
of papers, books, and latest gourmet food find. That meant company. Come to
think of it, I did hear someone in the living room.
A study in
tasteful shades of white, the large formal room was off-limits unless we had
special guests. Mom had set that rule when my twin brother Ari and I were
little tornados running around the place and while there was no longer a baby
gate baring our way, conditioning and several memorable scoldings kept us out.
tasteful shades of white, the large formal room was off-limits unless we had
special guests. Mom had set that rule when my twin brother Ari and I were
little tornados running around the place and while there was no longer a baby
gate baring our way, conditioning and several memorable scoldings kept us out.
Hmmm. Could Ari
be entertaining an actual human boy? Le gasp.
be entertaining an actual human boy? Le gasp.
I beelined for
the back of the house, past the row of identically framed family photos hanging
in a neat grid, my head cocked. Listening for more voices, but all was quiet.
Maybe I’d been wrong? I hoped not. Both finding my brother with a
crush–blackmail dirt–and helping myself to the liquor cabinet were positive
prospects. What better way to lose that hangover headache than get drunk again?
Oh, the joys of being Canadian with socialized health care and legal drinking
age of nineteen. After a year (officially) honing that skill, I imbibed at an
Olympic level.
the back of the house, past the row of identically framed family photos hanging
in a neat grid, my head cocked. Listening for more voices, but all was quiet.
Maybe I’d been wrong? I hoped not. Both finding my brother with a
crush–blackmail dirt–and helping myself to the liquor cabinet were positive
prospects. What better way to lose that hangover headache than get drunk again?
Oh, the joys of being Canadian with socialized health care and legal drinking
age of nineteen. After a year (officially) honing that skill, I imbibed at an
Olympic level.
The red wine on
the modular coffee table gleamed in a shaft of sunlight like its position had
been ordained by the gods. I snatched up the crystal decanter, sloshing the
liquid into the glass conveniently placed next to it. Once in a while, a girl
could actually catch a break.
the modular coffee table gleamed in a shaft of sunlight like its position had
been ordained by the gods. I snatched up the crystal decanter, sloshing the
liquid into the glass conveniently placed next to it. Once in a while, a girl
could actually catch a break.
I fanned myself
with one hand. The myriad of lit candles seemed a bit much for Ari’s romantic
encounter, but wine drinking trumped curiosity so I chugged the booze back. My
entire body cheered as the cloyingly-sweet alcohol hit my system, though I
hoped it wasn’t Manischewitz because hangovers on that were a bitch. I’d
slugged back half the contents when I saw my mom on the far side of the room
clutch her throat, eyes wide with horror. Not her usual, “you need an intervention”
horror. No, her expression indicated I’d reached a whole new level of fuck-up.
with one hand. The myriad of lit candles seemed a bit much for Ari’s romantic
encounter, but wine drinking trumped curiosity so I chugged the booze back. My
entire body cheered as the cloyingly-sweet alcohol hit my system, though I
hoped it wasn’t Manischewitz because hangovers on that were a bitch. I’d
slugged back half the contents when I saw my mom on the far side of the room
clutch her throat, eyes wide with horror. Not her usual, “you need an intervention”
horror. No, her expression indicated I’d reached a whole new level of fuck-up.
“Nava Liron
Katz,” she gasped in full name outrage.
Katz,” she gasped in full name outrage.
My cheeks still
bulging with wine, I properly scoped out the room. Mom? Check. Dad? Check. Ari?
Check? Rabbi Abrams, here to perform the ceremony to induct my brother as the
latest member in the Brotherhood of David, the chosen demon hunters?
bulging with wine, I properly scoped out the room. Mom? Check. Dad? Check. Ari?
Check? Rabbi Abrams, here to perform the ceremony to induct my brother as the
latest member in the Brotherhood of David, the chosen demon hunters?
Check.
I spit the wine
back into what I now realized was a silver chalice and handed it to the elderly
bearded rabbi. “Carry on,” I told him. Then I threw up on his shoes.
back into what I now realized was a silver chalice and handed it to the elderly
bearded rabbi. “Carry on,” I told him. Then I threw up on his shoes.
The book is about Nava Kats. Ari is Nava's twin brother. At birth it was decided he would grow up to be a chosen one and fight demons. Ari has trained all of his life to be a Demon hunter with a secret order. On the day of his special ceremony where he inducted not the Brotherhood and is supposed to receive his special power the God's or Goddess's have other plans. Instead of Ari receiving powers Nava gets one.
The brotherhood are all male. Now Nava is the first female. She is also untrained. She is met with a lot of reluctance because of being a girl. She is also a real smart alec. Can she be trained and gain the approval of the Brotherhood or will be she killed?
Not a bad book. A little over descriptive in parts. And sometimes repeated non important things multiple times on different pages. This book would be fun for older teens early 20's. I say older because of language and sexual situations and comments. A 13 year old in my recommendation should not read this book. I honestly did not like Nava. She has a real attitude problem. Even on simple things instead of giving a straight answer she pops off with a load of crap. At times I would of liked to slapped her in the mouth. Everything seems to be fun and games to her, but then again the book wouldn't be called the "Unlikeable" Demon Hunter. To me Deborah White done her job there.
About the Author:
A global wanderer, hopeless romantic, and total cynic with a broken edit button, Deborah writes adult urban fantasy to satisfy her love of smexy romances and tales of chicks who kick ass. She is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way. “It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.”
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