The
Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Sting
Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Sting
Nava
Katz
Katz
Book
Two
Two
Deborah
Wilde
Wilde
Genre: urban fantasy/romance
Publisher: Te Da Media
Date of Publication: June 26,
2017
2017
ISBN: 978-1-988681-01-6
ASIN: B071Y2GHDM
Number of pages: 420
Word Count: 88,000
Cover Artist: Damonza
Book Description:
50%
boobs. 50% sarcasm. 100% new breed of hunter.
boobs. 50% sarcasm. 100% new breed of hunter.
After a bumpy start as the only
female demon hunter in the top secret Brotherhood of David, Nava Katz heads to
Prague for her first undercover mission: unmasking a demon movie star. She'd be
all kinds of thrilled if it weren't for the fact that her fellow hunter-with-benefits,
Rohan Mitra, has reclaimed his rock star status and assigned Nava the role of
groupie.
female demon hunter in the top secret Brotherhood of David, Nava Katz heads to
Prague for her first undercover mission: unmasking a demon movie star. She'd be
all kinds of thrilled if it weren't for the fact that her fellow hunter-with-benefits,
Rohan Mitra, has reclaimed his rock star status and assigned Nava the role of
groupie.
Rejecting her "be a good
girl and follow orders" directive, Nava unleashes an alter ego guaranteed
to hook their celebrity target and drive Rohan crazy. No downside-until she
finds herself up against Rohan's past, the Brotherhood's antiquated thinking,
and her own identity issues, turning her personal life into a bomb that could
blow up the entire operation.
girl and follow orders" directive, Nava unleashes an alter ego guaranteed
to hook their celebrity target and drive Rohan crazy. No downside-until she
finds herself up against Rohan's past, the Brotherhood's antiquated thinking,
and her own identity issues, turning her personal life into a bomb that could
blow up the entire operation.
Sparkly and deadly; it's a plan.
Excerpt
#2:
#2:
Rohan’s arm shot
out to the wall, blocking me. The two of us faced in different directions. How
apt.
out to the wall, blocking me. The two of us faced in different directions. How
apt.
“Move,” I said
He didn’t budge.
I stared
resolutely ahead.
resolutely ahead.
Finally he
dropped his arm.
dropped his arm.
I pulled my
keycard from my coat, walking directly to my room. No passing go. No collecting
$200.
keycard from my coat, walking directly to my room. No passing go. No collecting
$200.
“Don’t leave.”
He spoke quietly but in the silence of the corridor, I had no trouble hearing
him.
He spoke quietly but in the silence of the corridor, I had no trouble hearing
him.
My hands balled
up. Hadn’t it been enough for one night? That thread between us that had felt
so comforting earlier threatened to strangle me now. Anger fueled my turn. I
would have welcomed a corresponding anger in him, but the naked longing on his
face and the defeat in the slope of his shoulders undid me. That and his
sincere, “I love watching you dance.”
up. Hadn’t it been enough for one night? That thread between us that had felt
so comforting earlier threatened to strangle me now. Anger fueled my turn. I
would have welcomed a corresponding anger in him, but the naked longing on his
face and the defeat in the slope of his shoulders undid me. That and his
sincere, “I love watching you dance.”
The hallway was
empty but it suddenly felt hard to breathe.
empty but it suddenly felt hard to breathe.
He held out a
hand.
hand.
I leaned back.
The magnetic push/pull between us demanded a certain distance, a certain
resistance, as much as attraction. Wrung out on every level, I couldn’t afford
to let Mr. Force-of-Nature Mitra take advantage of my weakened boundaries to
redefine our hook-ups into whatever vision he had of them.
The magnetic push/pull between us demanded a certain distance, a certain
resistance, as much as attraction. Wrung out on every level, I couldn’t afford
to let Mr. Force-of-Nature Mitra take advantage of my weakened boundaries to
redefine our hook-ups into whatever vision he had of them.
The air
conditioning kicked in and I wrapped my arms around myself.
conditioning kicked in and I wrapped my arms around myself.
“When you see my
shower, you’ll thank me.” He scrunched up his face, a lock of hair falling
boyishly over his eyes. “Nothing happens. Just sleep.”
shower, you’ll thank me.” He scrunched up his face, a lock of hair falling
boyishly over his eyes. “Nothing happens. Just sleep.”
I wasn’t sure if
that sweetened the offer or not, but I nodded.
that sweetened the offer or not, but I nodded.
About the Author:
A global wanderer, hopeless
romantic, and total cynic with a broken edit button, Deborah writes 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.”
romantic, and total cynic with a broken edit button, Deborah writes 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.”
Website: http://www.deborahwilde.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/wildeauthor
Thank you for once more being part of my book birthday, Teresa Noel! xo
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