The Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Crave by Deborah Wilde

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The Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Crave
Nava Katz
Book Four
Deborah Wilde
Genre: urban fantasy / romance
Publisher: Te Da Media
Date of Publication: February 20, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-988681-10-8
ASIN:  B0784674R3
Number of pages: 438
Word Count: 92,500
Cover Artist: Damonza
Tagline: Meet Nava Katz. Punches like a girl. Kicks demon butt.

Book Description:
What doesn’t kill you… seriously messes with your love life.
Nava is happily settling into her new relationship and life is all giddy joy and stolen kisses.
Except when it’s assassins. Talk about a mood killer.
She and Rohan are tracking the unlikely partnership between the Brotherhood and a witch who can bind demons, but every new piece of the puzzle is leaving them with more questions than answers.
And someone doesn’t appreciate them getting close to the truth.
Go figure.
On top of that, a demon known only as Candyman has unleashed a drug that’s harming users in extremely disturbing ways.
After a friend of Nava’s is hurt, she vows to take this demon down. But will life as she knows it survive this mission, or will this be the one time she should have looked before she leapt?
Happily-ever-after: barring death, she’s got a real shot at it.
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“I love home delivery.”
Malik lounged in his doorway, eyeing me the way the wolf must have with the
three little pigs. His British accent was pure sin.
“I love your
arrogance that you didn’t bother moving after I almost killed you.”
He laughed,
flashing straight white teeth against his bronze skin. He was still the only
being I’d ever met who could pull off a Caesar cut, and was still the stuff of
billionaire romance cover fantasies in his soft gray trousers that were
artfully tailored to the hard lines of his body and navy shirt, carelessly
folded back at the cuffs. “Oh, petal. I’d say I missed you, but I didn’t. Now,
unless you brought the more interesting twin?” He peered into the hallway.
He shut the
door, but I stuffed my foot in to block it. Not like he politely stopped trying
to close it. “Ow.” I pushed my shoulder into the door to keep my poor bones
from breaking. “If you weren’t wondering why I was here, you wouldn’t have let
security buzz me up or let my toes cross the wards I’m sure you’ve got strung across
this door.”
“Ten seconds.”
“That’s not–”
“Five, four…”
“Demons are
being bound.” I rushed my words as he made a buzzing noise.
Malik yanked me
inside by my collar and slammed the door.
I wrenched free.
His penthouse
apartment hadn’t changed. Still to-die-for sweeping views of the city, a
massive glass wine storage unit in the open concept space, and a loft bedroom.
He pointed at one of the leather sofas, custom made to hug the curved walls.
“Sit and talk.”


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. This award-winning author is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way.

Hexcommunicated by Rafael Chandler

Rafael Chandler
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Neoplastic Press
Date of Publication: July 7, 2012
ISBN: 978-1478196662
Number of pages: 302
Word Count: 94,400
Cover Artist: Lou Harper
Cover Model: Rose Ballentine
Tagline: When the sun comes up, the girl of his dreams will murder him.
Book Description:
The name is Tepes. Nicolae Tepes. I’m a federal agent with Hex Division.
When the sun comes up, the girl of my dreams is going to kill me.
My partner’s a werewolf, but we get along okay. We were investigating this murder when we stumbled across a conspiracy unlike anything we’ve ever dealt with before. Ghostmortems, Scarevoyants, all kinds of freaks.
It started bad and got worse quick: a psychic on our team had a vision of the future. At sunrise, I’ll die at the hands of the woman I love, and then a psychotic death cult will deploy a supernatural weapon of mass destruction.
We’ve got eight hours to prevent this prophecy from coming true, but the psychics of Hex Division are never wrong…
          Hands trembling,
the cop chased the tip of his cigarette with a lighter for a couple of seconds.
Then he saw me and stuffed it all back into his pocket.
badged him. “Agent Tepes, Hex Division.”
cop straightened. His hands jerked up, then down. He was trying to figure out
if he should salute me.
waiting for him to make up his mind, I pulled on a flak jacket. Partly, I was
trying to stay warm, but mostly, I wanted to hide the dried blood on my arms
and neck. The wounds had healed up, but I’d need to clean the blood off
I said. “Where’s Agent Tambora?”
He looked me up and down, then swallowed. Guy probably heard all kinds of
rumors about us. The freaks of nature who get deployed into hellholes around
the globe. Force Amplified Entities, the army of cyborg monsters who operate in
shadow. The FAE, constructed in billion-dollar labs, fighting terrorism with
suspicions were grounded in fact. We were all of the above, and then some. My
team had captured or neutralized dozens of terrorist leaders, drug lords, and
war criminals. Everybody has a job to do; mine just involves fast-roping out of
choppers with my fangs out and my eyes glowing red.
of the yellow crime-scene tape, I headed up the driveway, the cop stumbling
along behind me. The tiny house crouched on the edge of a patchy beige lawn.
Flashlights cut through the dark as cops searched for footprints, bodily
fluids, fibers. Peeping from behind torn and faded curtains, neighbors
rehearsed their statements: they’d always had their doubts about the guy next
door, and this only confirmed what they’d suspected all along: the guy just
wasn’t right. Feeling the unholy vibe this scene was giving off, they hovered
on their porches but got no closer. Crimes like this were rare in the suburbs
of North Raleigh.
cop cleared his throat and tried to man up; he didn’t want to look like a sissy
in front of the feds. I didn’t care how he looked. One of my people was dead.
Tepes, do you think there’s a connection to terrorists? Like Al-Hazred or
one knows what we do at Hermetic Extropy; all they know is, after the slaughter
at Providence, we took the fight to the enemy. Like everyone else, the cop was
hoping to learn a little more about our operation. Too bad.
front door swung open. A face-masked forensic tech in paper shoes and blue
nitrile gloves was explaining something to my teammate, Adam Tambora. The tech
nodded, then shuffled back inside. Adam strode towards me.
grown up in the hinterlands, one of those square states that I always pictured
like a Laura Ingalls Wilder novel, but with pickup trucks and high school
football. A muscular blonde guy with a recruitment-poster grin, he always got
treated like the team leader, even though he’s the lowest-ranking member of my
unit. But there’s a trade-off for those all-American good looks. When I deploy
my FAE augmentations, my eyes turn red and my canine teeth extend about a
half-inch. Other than that, I look pretty much the same. Adam, on the other
hand, undergoes some truly grotesque changes when his Frankenstitch enhancements
kick in. I figured the forensic technician wouldn’t be so deferential if he
could only see what Adam looks like in monster mode.
petty train of thought was derailed by Adam’s firm handshake. “Glad you’re
here,” he said, clapping me on the shoulder. Then he looked past me and
few police officers were waving at us from the driveway. We dodged scurrying
forensic techs as we crossed the lawn towards them.
cops, a male officer and a female detective, shivered next to the SUV in the
driveway. I started to address the detective, but Adam cut me off and started
talking to the officer.
can we do for you, buddy?”
officer took a small step back, with an embarrassed look at the detective. He
felt bad, but it wasn’t his fault; Adam was the one who’d made the assumption.
detective cleared her throat. “We want to jack up this truck,” she
said. Her face reddened with irritation. She probably got that a lot: guys
assuming that she was a subordinate. “We need to see the underside. Looks like
it’s been tampered with, and our techs want to get a better look. That okay
with you?”
that he was in charge, she addressed Adam. I gritted my teeth and let it go.
can do you one better,” Adam said with a grin. He shooed her back. Confused,
but sharing his infectious smile, she stepped away.
squatted down by the truck, clutched the frame, and lifted. Mouths open and
eyes wide, the cops and techs all backed away. The pickup rocked over on its
side, glass shattering as the vehicle’s weight crushed the passenger-side
back, he wiped his hands on his pants. His perfectly even teeth gleamed in the
harsh crime-scene floodlights. The audience broke into spontaneous applause.
did you do that?” the detective asked. A second later, she caught herself
and laughed. “Sorry, I know. Loyalty Act, classified information.”
tell you anything,” Adam said. “Above your pay grade. And mine.”
They smiled. I managed not to roll my eyes. Adam shook a few hands, then he and
I headed for the backyard.
he said. “I know you disapprove, but these officers worship us like rock
stars or athletes. Giving them a little something to talk about is good for


supposed to stay in the shadows.” I tried to keep the irritation out of my
voice. Sure, I fell off a castle and landed on an SUV in front of a bunch of
slack-jawed civilians, and then I stabbed a monster in the neck. But that was
all in the line of duty, not showboating.
About the Author:
Rafael Chandler writes novels (Mask Beneath Her Face, The Astounding Antagonists), video games (SOCOM 4, Rainbow Six: Lockdown), and tabletop role-playing games (Teratic Tome, Lusus Naturae). He’s a metalhead, kaijuphile, and gorehound.


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Into Nostra by Brantwijn Serrah

Into Nostra
The Pact
Book 2
Brantwijn Serrah
Genre: Supernatural Adventure
Publisher: Champagne Books
Date of Publication: January 8th, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-947128-24-8
Number of pages: 225
Word Count: 84,000
Cover Artist: Brantwijn Serrah
Tagline: They have opened the door to the apex predator, and now it is hunting them down.
Book Description:
Deals with the devil always have their price. Problem is, the devil collects with interest.
Serenity Walker thought she had the upper hand when it came to her partnership with a demon. D’aej is dangerous, but he was always on her side. Then an old friend lifts the scales from her eyes, and Serenity sees her contract for what it truly is: imprisonment, bloodshed, evil. All done by her own hands.
Now Serenity must pay for her ignorance and work harder than ever to fight a demon who can use her body, fool her senses, even twist every thought in her head. Only one sorceress has the power to teach Serenity what she really needs to know…a sorceress possessed by a fiend even bigger and badder than any Serenity has seen before.
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A woman
flickered into existence. As if stepping out of some eternal veil, she appeared
without warning and made straight for Serenity in quick, purposeful strides.
The wide, swooping brim of a black cowboy hat hid her eyes; long silver hair
streamed out behind her like a pale, gossamer banner. The lithe curves of a
predator couldn’t be hidden underneath her black corset and boiled leather
leggings—sleek animal fur lined the tops of her boots, tribal moccasins dyed
with deep ink and painted with runic markings along the seams.
Serenity managed
to identify the symbols as the marks of a killer, but she had no time to move.
All along this fighter’s arms danced a swirling dark energy, a kind of magic
Serenity had never seen before: the shadowy swarm of a hundred darkling faces,
crackling and howling like flames. Her mind flashed in panic back to the fehu
tapestry in Eclipse, guarding the weaver’s blackest arts, and just as the woman
raised both fists over her head to bring them crashing down on Serenity, D’aej
seized control and ducked the body out of the way.


Don’t stare at
her like a cow on the train tracks, he shouted across their bond, his anger
echoing off the walls of her skull. Get moving!
About the Author:
When she isn’t visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and playing with graphic design. She can’t handle coffee unless there’s enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours on end sketching characters and scenes in her secret notebooks.
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