The
Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Sting
Nava
Katz
Book
Two
Deborah
Wilde
Genre: urban fantasy/romance
Publisher: Te Da Media
Date of Publication: June 26,
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.
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.
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.
Sparkly and deadly; it's a plan.
Excerpt
#1:
Looping my
fingers into his belt, I jerked his hips to mine. Rohan’s breath caught and
when I brushed my lips over the shell curves of his ear, his whole body went
tense. “Prove you’re worth it, baby.” Then I pushed him away, stalking off
without a look back, mostly sure that he followed.
The second we
got inside the empty elevator, Rohan shoved me up against the wall. I groped
for the third floor button, leaning into him. He ran his hands feverishly over
my body, hot tingles shivering through my breasts like a sexed-up call and
answer. The focused hunger in his expression had me craving more, except my
rapid breathing wasn’t all from arousal.
Given the barely
banked rage evident in the tense bunch of Rohan’s shoulders, the feeling was
mutual. Hopefully, he’d show no mercy in orgasm form and not body count, though
I couldn’t promise the same right now.
I bit his
earlobe, wanting to hurt him.
Rohan shot me a
cavalier smile in response. Holy crap. My knees buckled.
The sprint to my
room was a blur.
The second the
door slammed shut behind us, Rohan edged his face in close to mine, his palm
ghosting my cheek in the barest caress that sent slivery shimmers tumbling
through me.
I raised my
fingers to my mouth, not realizing what I’d done or that I ran them over my
lips until Rohan tracked the movement, his eyes glittering dangerously.
His tongue
flicked out, wetting his lower lip. He swayed in toward me and–
“No.” Taking his
hands in mine, I forced them behind me. Forced him to hold me there, his rings
biting into my skin. Forced him to make a decision; play by my rules or go.
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.”
Website: http://www.deborahwilde.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/wildeauthor
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