DEMON HUNTERS 1: SEE NO EVIL
Michele BardsleyFour demons imprisoned for their sins. Let them go and chaos begins. Each has a gift you must gain. Only then will you break evil's chain.
Angelica Mortis, the daughter of the legendary Maggie Mortis and the half-demon Raphael, is all grown-up. Angel owns and operates Demon Hunters, Inc. with her best friend Graddie.
Business isn't exactly bustling, but for the Mortis family, hunting demons isn't just a job -- it's a life-long calling. An anonymous gift arrives at the office: a statue of four monkeys representing see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, and do no evil. A cryptic poem warns them a very dangerous game is about to be played and the prize is a biggie: Ruling the four planes of existence.
As if Angel's life wasn't complicated enough, the Otherworld High Council -- the very one her mother destroyed twenty-five years ago -- has been resurrected. The new council seems to think she'll work for them, and sends along an annoying (and okay, gorgeous) Guardian named Roc. She can't decide if she wants to kiss him … or kill him.
And oh yeah, the High King of Hell wants to marry her.
No one said carrying on the family business would be easy…
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"Angelica Mortis," hissed a terrifying voice. "Thy destiny is upon you. Thou art a daughter of heaven and hell. Thou art the fated ruler of all worlds. Thou art my mate and forever mine."
She opened her mouth, but no words would come out. The edges of her vision darkened and she knew she was going to pass out. She slid to the ground, her breathing erratic. For a split second, she wondered if she were dying.
A bright light exploded a few feet away. The miasma shattered, and a frustrated scream echoed as the evil released its hold on her.
Her heart pounded furiously and she gulped air. Her body trembled and she was shocked to realize that tears dribbled down her cheeks.
"Angelica Mortis," said a deep, silky voice. She looked up at the man towering over her. He was dressed in ass-kicking boots, tight leather pants and a loose white shirt. His dark hair was short and spiked and three silver hoops glittered in his right ear. He held a gleaming silver staff; at its top, a round crystal glowed with white light.
"Who the hell are you?" she managed in a cracked voice.
He leaned down and held out his free hand. "I'm the guy who just saved your life."
Her pride was damaged, but she was too shaken up to refuse his help. She took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. He looked her over with one eyebrow cocked. "Quite frankly, I'm disappointed. I expected more from the daughter of Maggie Mortis."
Oh, no he didn't. She made her smile tremble as she gazed soulfully at him. Then she kicked him in the kneecap. He stumbled and she punched him hard in the solar plexus. He flew backward, and she grabbed his fancy staff right out of his hand.
He lay stunned against the opposite wall. Well, she was the daughter of a demon. She had über strength. She stood above the stranger and clanged the staff on the concrete. "I asked you a question, asshole."