by Karilyn Bentley
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GENRE: urban fantasy
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BLURB:
Gin
Crawford, the world's newest demon huntress, just wants to enjoy a football
game, but finds herself hunting a serial killer minion instead. When his victims
turn out to be the local football star’s female fans, she must determine if the
player has joined forces with the minion, but her efforts lead her deeper into
danger. When her mentor, Aidan Smythe, is attacked, Gin resolves to go to any
lengths to save him, even if it exposes her most tightly held secret. Minions
and demons, however, aren't the only terrors she faces. Will she realize the
greatest danger lies within—before it's too late?
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EXCERPT
Finally. I can relax, push the night’s activity out of my
head, and go to sleep. Plenty of time to track down the minion tomorrow.
I step into my room, close the door, and flip on the light.
And come to a heart-pounding stop. Sweat shimmies down my spine. A sinking
heaviness settles in my lower belly.
Zagan, the demon of lies and deceit, sprawls on my bed,
jean-clad legs crossed at the ankles, head resting on his hands, his biceps
bunching in a mouth-watering manner. A tight, white t-shirt frames his muscular
chest and abs, pulls tight around his arms. Hot as hell and just as freaking
scary.
Instead of turning into a sword and showing the demon who’s
boss, my stupid justitia jitters the happy-happy joy-joy dance on my wrist. The
malfunctioning bracelet considers Zagan a friend.
And what does my esteemed employer, the Agency, have to say
about that? My favorite line:
justitias don’t have friends.
Uh-huh. Tell that to my bracelet.
Soulless black eyes twinkle as he stretches out a hand
toward me. “Hello, Gin.”
My name rolls off his tongue in that ancient Middle Eastern
accent of his, and it’s not a shiver of fear skating across my skin. Damn it.
I ignore his hand. Last time I touched him skin-on skin my
brain almost hemorrhaged. “What are you doing in my room, Zagan?”
“Why this”—he waves his hand between us—“animosity? Can
friends not sit around and talk?”
“Sure. But we’re not friends.”
He drops his hand and pushes to a sit. “Nonsense. I help
you. You help me. That is the human definition of friendship, yes?”
“Not exactly.” I refuse to debate the intricacies of
friendship with one of Hell’s denizens.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Karilyn Bentley's love of reading stories
and preference of sitting in front of a computer at home instead of in a cube,
drove her to pen her own works, blending fantasy and romance mixed with a touch
of funny.
Her
paranormal romance novella, Werewolves in London, placed in the Got Wolf
contest and started her writing career as an author of sexy heroes and lush
fantasy worlds.
Karilyn
lives in Colorado with her own hunky hero, a crazy dog nicknamed The Kraken, a
silly puppy, and a handful of colorful saltwater fish.
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