Author: Deborah Wilde
Genre/Age: Urban Fantasy Romance/Adult
Series: Nava Katz Series (Book One)
Publisher: Te Da Media
Links: Goodreads
Synopsis: 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.
The maybe-demon from Josh’s alleyway was back, having
stopped about five feet away and triggering the motion sensor. What with Josh’s
sister trying to kill me and all, he’d fallen off my radar.
Aloe gooped over my fingers, having clutched the frond hard
enough to break it, and my terror and an intense curiosity resurfaced. There
was no denying his compelling presence. Plus, he had those long lashes that
were my Kryptonite. I opened my mouth to scream. Or drool.
He held a finger up to his delectable lips to keep me quiet,
circling me with lazy strides, checking me out.
I’d have been offended by the blatant appraisal except under
his intense scrutiny, I lit up with an electric zing. I found myself stroking
the aloe stalks in an obscene manner. Even knowing he couldn’t see my blush
since I was in the shadows didn’t kill my utter mortification at jerking off
plant life in not-so-subtextual yearning.
He stalked toward me, his leather jacket rustling with each
step.
I held up a hand to stop him, the faintest electric crackle
pulsing off my skin.
He didn’t stop, didn’t slow. In fact, he kept up his steady
approach until his hand covered mine. My magic shocked us both at his touch. I
gasped and shivered as pleasure, not pain, rumbled through me.
Hand still clasped in his, he stared at me suspiciously,
instead of in fear, but had I wanted, I could have broken his hold. Not a
demon, then? He fingered the thin silver necklace I wore with surprising
gentleness, toying with the cute floral pendant dangling off it that read “I
will kick you in the balls if I have to.”
“Should I be scared?” Given how he sounded like sex, sin,
and salaciousness–the true definition of a triple threat–I decided that yes, he
was most definitely a demon.
I met his mocking gaze, my rooted stance and beating heart
placing me somewhere between morbid fascination and noping the hell out at warp
speed.
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.”
Links:
Website:
http://www.deborahwilde.com
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/wildeauthor (@wildeauthor)
Buy Links:
Pre-order on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Unlikeable-Demon-Hunter-Nava-Katz-ebook/dp/B01MR8GI6B
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