Udh Collection Books 1 6

Author : Deborah Wilde
Publisher : Te Da Media Inc.
ISBN 13 : 1988681081
Total Pages : 929 pages
Book Rating : 4.9/5 (886 download)

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Download or read book The Unlikeable Demon Hunter Collection: Books 1-3: A Devilishly Funny Urban Fantasy Romance written by Deborah Wilde and published by Te Da Media Inc.. This book was released on 2017-11-20 with total page 929 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Featuring a snarky heroine, kickass action, and spicy romance, this hilarious urban fantasy sucker-punches you in the heart when you're not looking. At 10:47 AM, Nava Katz is given a magic destiny. Turns out it’s non-refundable. Destiny can suck it. When Nava interrupts her twin brother's induction ceremony into a secret supernatural society, she doesn’t expect to accidentally torch his life-long dream and steal his destiny. Horrified she’s now expected to take his place, she's faced with the one thing she swore off forever: a purpose. The all-male squad isn’t cool with a woman in their ranks and assigns her to Rohan Mitra: former rock star and their most ruthless hunter. He may be the perfect bad boy fling with no strings attached, but what happens when he won’t let her run—not even from herself? The Unlikeable Demon Hunter Omnibus: Books 1-3 includes the first three novels in this fast-paced, completed urban fantasy series. Odds of her new teammates expecting her to fail? Best not to think about that. Odds of her succeeding out of spite? Dive in and find out. If you like KF Breene, Annabel Chase, and CN Crawford, you won’t be able to put down this laugh-out-loud, deliciously addictive series! ~ “You telegraph way too much,” a smooth voice said to me. Backyard guy was back. Ignoring the decadent images that his voice conjured up, I shoved my hand into the Doritos bag which contained about 237% salt, crawled to the edge of the bed, and threw the crumbs in the demon’s face. “Burn!” The demon glared at me as he wiped orange dust off his cheeks and sweater. “This is cashmere,” he said, frowning at the deep blue fabric. I scrambled to my feet, holding the bag out in front of me like a cross. Which, incidentally, did nothing against demons. And since vampires didn’t exist, did nothing against them either. Some demon happened to get its kicks feeding from the neck and suddenly everyone was rushing in with garlic and stakes looking to take down Count Dracula. Those who weren’t romanticizing them as life partners, that is. “There is enough salt in this bag to blister you back to your evil dimension.” Smirking, I batted my lashes at him. “Feel free to be scared.” He swiped the bag out of my hands, tossing it into the trash behind him. “A, if you’re gonna eat chips, at least eat decent ones. B, not a demon. And C,” he said, reading my baby doll tee, “love the outfit, Nava.” I scowled at him. “You are absolutely a demon.” He pulled out my desk chair, turned it around with a snap of his wrists, and straddled it. “Why?” “For starters, I never told you my name. Probably got it from the demon text chain that went out about me.” He grinned, flashing toothpaste-ad-perfect, even, white teeth. “I’m not in the group.” I crossed my arms over chest, feeling warm from that smile he’d leveled at me. “Any other proof you want to dazzle me with?” he asked. How about the fact that his grin made Josh’s seem like a neutered puppy’s, and Josh was a lust demon. Half-demon. Which made this guy full-evil status. “You broke into my bedroom and are holding me hostage.” With your incredible looks. Damn. Why not roll over already, idiot girl? I hadn’t been able to scope out his body in detail from our previous two encounters, but now, under proper lighting, I could tell he’d be nicely cut under that sweater that molded to him like a second skin. Underwear model nice and not the low rent, flyer-insert kind either. One of those glorious torsos caught in haunting black and white by Herb Ritts, the stark white of his briefs throwing his generous package into sharp relief. Then there was his face. If it hadn’t been for the slight bent of his nose, indicating it had been broken, his South Asian beauty would have been too painful and/or depressing to look at. Killer cheekbones, firm chin, gorgeous brown skin and lips that were created to do bad, bad, wonderful things. It was going to be a crime against humanity to kill him. I leaned in toward the slight breeze drifting in through my open window, refusing to fan myself in front of him. He sat there under my scrutiny, totally comfortable. A sign of excess confidence and further proof of evil. Though the more I stared at him, the more I got a niggling feeling that I knew him. “Did we ever…” I made a fist and pumped away in a back and forth motion. Amusement lit his amber eyes. “I was the lead singer of Fugue State Five.” He smirked, saying the words as if obviously I’d heard of them. Fair enough. Rohan Mitra had been the broody frontman whose so-sensitive lyrics and rough growl singing voice induced mass hysteria at concerts world-wide. It was rumored he’d averted an oil crisis with a personal visit to a Sheik’s daughter. Watching the beautiful jerk now, I believed it. ~ Includes the titles: The Unlikeable Demon Hunter (Nava Katz, #1) The Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Sting (Nava Katz, #2) The Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Need (Nava Katz, #3) Join the non-stop demon-slaying thrill-ride. “Don’t buy it if your offended by bad language, immoral behavior, lose ethics, sassy attitude, hot guys ... cuz it does it all - and its GREAT!!!”