The Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Crave
Nava Katz, #4
by Deborah Wilde
Date of
Publication: February 20th 2018
Publisher:
Te Da Media
Cover
Artist: Damonza
Genre: Urban
Fantasy/Romance
Tagline: Meet Nava Katz. Punches
like a girl. Kicks demon butt.
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . THE UNLIKEABLE DEMON HUNTER: CRAVE (Nava Katz, #4) . . . If you have begun this series, you really need to get this book. If you have not started, what are you waiting for? Our kick-azzz demon hunting chick is back and this time there are no punches held back. It was all good.
BLURB
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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Excerpt:
“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. “No?”
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.”
Author
Info
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.
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