Angie Fox - The Dangerous Book for Demon Slayers

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AUTHOR ANGIE FOX AND

THE ACCIDENTAL DEMON SLAYER

“With its sharp, witty writing and unique characters, Angie Fox’s contemporary paranormal debut is fabulously fun.”

— Chicago Tribune

“This rollicking paranormal comedy will appeal to fans of Dakota Cassidy, MaryJanice Davidson, and Tate Hallaway.”

— Booklist

“A new talent just hit the urban fantasy genre, and she has a genuine gift for creating dangerously hilarious drama. Fox has created her own unique flavor of the supernatural, and it’s a weird one!”

— Romantic Times BOOKreviews

“Fox’s rollicking, paranormal romance is absolutely full of laugh-out-loud humor, heart-pumping action and uniquely quirky characters.”

—Romance Junkies

“ The Accidental Demon Slayer was an unexpected frolic filled with smart-mouthed geriatric witches, a talking terrier, and a drop-dead sexy griffin. I read this book in a day; it was hard to put down. Pick it up for yourself and see.”

—Night Owl Romance

“In the über popular genre of paranormal romance, just about everything has been done before, yet The Accidental Demon Slayer keeps it fresh and unique, carving out a place for itself.”

—CK2S Kwips and Kritiques

“ The Accidental Demon Slayer is a jackpot read for the paranormal lover. Angie Fox offers up a plethora of hardened yet screwball characters, wild and bizarre situations, spells and danger and powers galore, and let’s not forget a simmering pot of sexual tension.”

—Once Upon a Romance

“Filled with colorful characters, this is not a Buffy rip off. It’s a fun romp with a definite hillbilly twang that will leave you in stitches. If this is the start of a series, readers have a lot of laughter to look forward to.”

—Eternal Night

“Oh my, The Accidental Demon Slayer is a fun book! Angie Fox’s world and adventures had me laughing as the vivid and hilarious scenarios got funnier and funnier.”

—Merrimon Book Reviews

“ The Accidental Demon Slayer is an entertaining ride.”

—Romance Reviews Today

“Funny and action-packed with quirky details that make it a very interesting debut… well worth a read.”

—The Book Smugglers

I raised my eyes to find the hunter watching me.

Moisture glistened on his lower lip, making his hard features arrestingly sensual. His amber eyes held an almost dazed quality, one of indulgence and—if I read him right—satisfaction.

He dipped his head slightly, in a courtly gesture of greeting, and leaned uncomfortably close. My fingers trembled against my switch stars as the beat of the music anchored me to the here and now. I breathed in the light, spicy scent of him, mixed with the sulfur of the demon.

“I wasn’t expecting one so early,” he said, his voice husky from the kiss of the succubus he’d just destroyed. “Thanks for distracting her.”

Early? I drew back. It was nearing midnight. And as far as what he’d done… “What are you?”

His mouth spread into a toothy Matt Damon grin, which would have completely disarmed me if I hadn’t known exactly what he was capable of. He held out a hand, palm up. “You must be Lizzie.”

“Who are you?”

“Call me Max,” he said, his warm hand closing on my arm. “Come with me, and I’ll tell you everything.”

Other Love Spell books by Angie Fox:

THE ACCIDENTAL DEMON SLAYER

To my daughter Madeline, who wants to be a

princess fairy author when she grows up.

I’d like to be one of those, too.

LOVE SPELL®

May 2009

Published by

Dorchester Publishing Co., Inc.

200 Madison Avenue

New York, NY 10016

Copyright © 2009 by Angie Fox

ISBN 13: 978-0-505-52770-7

E-ISBN: 978-1-4285-0676-3

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This book wouldn’t have been half as much fun without Jess Granger, my first reader and great friend.

A big high five to Harley rider Brad Jones, who keeps the Red Skull biker witches on the straight and narrow, and of course to Harley Boy and Cletus, the biker dogs who taught Pirate how to ride. Now if they only hadn’t taught him to ride so fast…

Thanks to my brother, Mike Fox, for designing my website and also to Kit Smith for setting up the What’s Your Biker Witch Name ? online quiz. Without you two, it would be impossible to tell a Mantrap Marcie Steel Butt from a Wino Wally No Brakes. And we all know how important that is.

Thanks also to Leah Hultenschmidt whose support for this series has just been amazing. To Jessica Faust, who pulls off the combo of savvy and nice in a way few people can.

Last but not least, I’m blessed with an amazing husband Jim, who only occasionally uses my early manuscripts as coasters, along with wonderful friends who (mostly) keep me in line: Aileen Crowe Nandi, Ben Terrill, Shirley Damsgaard, Joanna Campbell Slan, Ann Aguirre, Diane Freiermuth, Teresa Bodwell, Kathye Marsh, Matt Bernsen and Scott Granneman. And of course to Sally MacKenzie who is always the first to pop into my e-mail inbox when there is good news to be shared. Thanks, guys.

I’ve had more than my share of those dreams where I show up somewhere naked. My high school reunion, my cousin’s wedding reception, double-coupon day at the Piggly Wiggly—my goodies are on display. And in every dream, I’ve dealt with it by pretending I wasn’t the only leafless tree in the forest. I’m not sure if it ever fooled anyone, but it got me through.

It’s when I’m awake that the real trouble starts. I’m a demon slayer—as of two weeks ago.

Lord help us all.

For me, being a demon slayer is kind of like showing up naked everywhere I go. I have to let it all hang out and do my best with what I’ve got. Because if I fail, I could get somebody killed… or worse. Believe me, I think of that every day.

The Hairy Hog biker bar stood on an acre and a half of scrub brush, right off Highway 40. The beer was cold, the pool table fixed and the jukebox jinxed to play two-for-one Lynyrd Skynyrd. Not that we’d been able to enjoy it for long.

We were blowing through Defiance, New Mexico, with my grandma’s gang of witches, the Red Skulls, on a somewhat sensitive, definitely secretive rescue. Good thing the biker code didn’t leave room for our hosts at the Hairy Hog to be asking a lot of awkward questions.

We’d stopped long enough to buy a few rounds downstairs before bunking in the attic. Well, some of us. I crept back into the bar with the sunrise and saw that the rest of the “Freebird” crowd had opted simply to pass out in their wooden bar chairs and on the stained concrete floor. From the look of it, not to mention the smell, they’d spilled as much booze as they drank.

I fiddled with one of my silver stud earrings like I did every time I was nervous. Just my luck the sleeping beauties weren’t going anywhere.