Angie Fox: The Last of the Demon Slayers

Tears flooded my eyes and I looked at him and I knew that this was the purest, surest, most wonderful kind of love he could give. And it was more than I could have ever hoped to receive. I was overwhelmed and humbled and blessed.

His hand dug into his pocket and, shaking, drew out a perfect silver ring. “Lizzie, will you marry me?”

I swallowed, nodded and cried some more. “Yes,” I whispered as he hugged me tight, “yes.”

The biker witches cheered.

That night, we sat around the campfire. Me cuddled with Dimitri. Max and Roxie, a deliberate yard apart. And Grandma with Neal. We’d deal with those two later. The rest of the Red Skulls were content to lounge around with forty-ouncers in paper bags. Recyclable, of course.

I held my hand out in front of me, letting my silver engagement ring sparkle in the light of the fire. Silver accents like sun rays set off a gorgeous round stone.

“It was my mother’s,” he said, his breath on my ear as we admired the way it shone. “I know she’d want you to have it.”

I lowered my hand and turned back to him. “What about Dyonne and Diana?”

He traced his hands down my arm and back to the ring. “They wanted you to have it too.”

“They knew?” I asked, surprised.

He kissed the soft spot at the back of my neck. “From the moment they met you.”

I nudged against him. “I can’t believe you proposed on the first date.”

His voice betrayed a smile. “You’re the one who said ‘yes.’”

I did. And I’d meant it. I’d never stop saying ‘yes’ to this man.

Neal plopped down next to me. “Lookie here,” he said, holding out a half-weaved wreath of poppies. “I can make you a wedding tiara.”

“Oh you know, as lovely as your place is,” I glanced out over the sagging hulk of his VW van, “I don’t think I’m going to get married here.”

Grandma slapped her thigh. “Of course not. This isn’t your home.”

“Home?” My stomach sank. Grandma had a point. Hillary would want the country club.

Grandma held up her drink. “We could hold it at Big Nose Kate’s. Get those beer can cozies with your names on it, nice and big.”

“No, no no,” Frieda butted in. “We need class.” She spread her arms like a visionary. “Think taffeta!”

This wedding was going to kill me.

“And little stuffed doves,” Frieda mused.

Maybe I should let them fight it out. Then I could have a hippie biker witch country club wedding, complete with griffin bridesmaids and a dragon pulling the wedding carriage.

Dimitri rubbed my arms. “Are you sure you know what you’re getting yourself into?” he asked, the smile evident in his voice.

I snuggled against him, savoring his warmth and protection. Knowing my luck a demon invasion would break out during the vows. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Angie Foxis the New York Times bestselling author of the Accidental Demon Slayer series. She claims that researching her books can be just as much fun as writing them. In the name of fact-finding, Angie has ridden with Harley biker gangs, explored the tunnels underneath Hoover Dam and found an interesting recipe for Mamma Coalpot’s Southern Skunk Surprise (she’s still trying to get her courage up to try it).

Angie earned a Journalism degree from the University of Missouri. She worked in television news and then in advertising before beginning her career as an author. Visit Angie at www.angiefox.com

Angie’s books:

The Accidental Demon Slayer (August 2008)

The Dangerous Book for Demon Slayers (May 2009)

Novella, Love Bites , for The Mammoth Book of Vampire Romance 2 (October 2009)

Novella, Gentlemen Prefer Voodoo , for My Zombie Valentine (January 2010)

A Tale of Two Demon Slayers (February 2010)

The Last of the Demon Slayers (October 2010)

Novella, Murder on Mysteria Lane , for Were Wives of Vampire County (summer 2011)

Novella, What Slays in Vegas , for So I Married a Demon Slayer (Halloween 2011)