The Unlikeable Demon Hunter Collection: Books 1-6: A Complete Paranormal Romantic Comedy Series

by Deborah Wilde

Genres: Humorous Fantasy; Urban Fantasy; Paranormal Romance; Witches; Fantasy Anthologies & Collections

Synopsis

Enjoy this sexy, funny paranormal collection by best-selling urban fantasy author Deborah Wilde…

At 10:47 AM, Nava Katz is given a magic destiny. Turns out it’s non-refundable. Destiny can suck it.

When Nava half-drunkenly interrupts her twin brother's induction ceremony into a secret supernatural society, she expects to be chastised. What she doesn’t expect is to take his place among the previously all-male demon hunters, with a surly but smoking hot ex-rock star appointed to keep her in line.

She’s thrown into a world of vengeful demons, witches, and the Brotherhood’s antiquated thinking, but the scariest part? 

Nava is faced with the one this she swore off forever:  a purpose.

However, if she can rise to the challenge, who knows? She might even teach these boys a thing or two about how to slay a monster… 

Odds of her new teammates expecting her to fail? Best not to think about that.

Odds of her succeeding out of spite? Dive into this six-book urban fantasy series and find out.

Perfect for fans of K.F. Breene, Shannon Mayer, Annette Marie, Lisa Edmonds, and Annabel Chase.

Binge this complete series now!

Release date: August 31, 2020

Publisher: Te Da Media Inc.

Sample

“Show me your power.” His hand snaked out and caught my wrist, pressing his palm against mine. Holding me in a barely contained show of strength.

“Death wish, much? I showed you in the backyard.”

“Barely even a tease.” He drawled the words.

I meant to pull away but I got my directions mixed up and pushed back against the warmth of his skin. “I will fire up. I’m warning you.”

Rohan leaned in. “Do it.” His eyes flared and I caught my bottom lip between my teeth.

Then some last iota of common sense–and self-preservation–raised its hand. I jerked away from him. If he was a demon, I should have killed him six times over by now. What the hell was I doing? “You still haven’t convinced me that you’re not a demon,” I said, giving the evil spawn another chance for reasons I didn’t want to examine too closely. “Fame doesn’t preclude that. Nor does having a super cool mom.”

“That doesn’t, but this does.” He held up his pinky finger, showing me the same gold ring as mine, with the same engraved hamsa and blue sapphire iris, which it turns out, was standard issue. And here I’d been hoping for a succession of property-stamping jewelry as I rose through the hunter ranks.

I fell back against my headboard. “You’re part of Demon Club. Fuck. Me.”

Rohan oogled me. “I won’t take that off the table yet.” He propped his chin on his hands on the top of the chair.

I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Did you just put me on a table?”

“More invoked a proverbial table and a conditional ‘yet.’ The ‘yet’ is an important component of this potential event,” he said.

You know what else was an important component? The presumptuous jerk still having attached balls for our proverbial fuck.

“I used to write fanfic about Fugue State Five,” I said in a conversational tone.

Lookie lookie. Return of the amused smirk. “How was I?” he asked.

I shrugged, examining my chipped nail polish. “No clue. I wrote self-insert fanfic about the rest of your band. Zack, your keyboardist was astounding.” I drawled that last word so he’d get the full implication.

“My keyboardist?” Rohan’s smugness was R.I.P. “But he’s gay.”

“I assure you that didn’t matter.” I gave a self-satisfied sigh. “He succumbed to my fifteen-year-old self’s wiles.”

Rohan straightened. “Which of my much older bandmates also succumbed, Lolita?”

“Please. You guys were only three years older.” I twisted a dark curl around my finger. “But pretty much of all of them.” I raked a pointed look over him. “The ones worth writing about.” He didn’t react. “Though succumbing is far more innocent than you’re imagining,” I admitted.

“I doubt you were ever innocent.”

That was highly insulting. Did he think I’d been born this way? Please. I’d worked hard to cultivate this level of sexual awesomeness.