Demon Kissed

Published: 02/17/2016










ISBN Digital: 9781509205622
ISBN Print: 9781509205615
Page Count: 288
Word Count: 69770
Rating: Spicy

A Demon Huntress Novel



Gin Crawford, the world's latest demon huntress, has no time to mourn her dead lover as she's called in to determine why a demon attack occurred at the local medical school. And not just any demon, but the one demon that gives her demon-killing bracelet the shivers. A dead professor, a lab full of missing anthrax, and a demon who turns good people into minions complicate her life. Can Gin and her mentor Aidan Smythe solve the mystery of the missing anthrax and the identity of the demon before someone else dies?

Excerpt:

You need to stop reading my mind.

Say what? Both of his brows try to touch his hairline. You’re the one who invited me in.

To carry on a conversation, not read random thoughts.

Keep the random thoughts behind a barrier. Like I taught you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You gonna help me get to the other end of the hall or keep chewing my ass out?

First off, I’m not chewing your ass out. I’m clarifying a lesson. Learn the difference. One last punctuating glare and he turns to the cop. “Officer, my colleague and I need to get to the other end of the hall. What’s the best way? We don’t want to disturb the scene.”

The cop gives detailed directions to walk down a different hall, hang two lefts, and presto, the end of this hall. A minute later we stand by the red and black burst, the colors hanging in the air, drops of acid rain on a pristine lake.

A full body shiver shimmies down my spine, spreading chill bumps across my flesh. The scent of sulfur hangs in the air like a demonic stink bomb. I want to slap a hand over my nose, but no one else seems affected by the stench.

Must be a demon huntress thing.

Justitian,” Smythe mutters. “Not demon huntress.”

“If you don’t like my new title, then stay out of my mind.”

He glares. I swallow. Cross my arms. Refuse to take a step back. I’m learning not to be intimidated by his anger. Go me.

My justitia vibrates, throwing me out of my internal battle, pulling me back to the land of death and minions. The blob of colors pulsates, a glowing reminder of a moment of terror.

The moment the demon appeared to the grad student.

Granted, I’m still taking Demons 101, but I thought demons formed minions in private. Usually after the human committed a crime, not before. A tryout, so to speak. And maybe that happened, but it sure seems to me like the black blob of demon force appeared to the grad student smack in the middle of the hallway.

Or maybe that always happens and I just now noticed it.

The justitia’s vibration grows stronger, trembling my arm, my veins. Not its normal excited tremor upon seeing a minion or demon. A rush of images spikes through my mind, scenes of terror coupled with blood and death, memories of the justitia’s former wearers captured in time by the entity in the bracelet.

I’m not the only one freaked out by the colored blob. How bad was this demon to scare a justitia?




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