From the Author
What was your inspiration for writing Demon Hunter?
I love paranormal romance. I love the adventure and magic in a world like ours, but excitingly different. Fay simply walked onto the page one day with her complicated family life and powerful magic and demanded that I tell her story. I should have known that an alpha shifter would soon muscle in. I adore shifter romances, and were-leopard Steve is exactly that kind of strong, honorable guy.
Why is Demon Hunter a novella and not a novel?
I published Demon Hunter in 2014 and that year nearly everything I wrote was novella length - or even shorter! It was as if I had so many ideas that they just had to burst out. That, and I was a bit scared of tackling a full-length book. There was a big house move 2014 and my energy was all over the place. I hadn't expected the new house to need so much work.
However, in 2015 I wrote Djinn Justice. I just had to return to Fay and Steve's story -- complete though Demon Hunter is -- and ask what happened next! The answer was unexpected, but a lot of fun (and some heart-stopping magical adventures).
Asking in 2015, do you plan to continue The Collegium series?
Absolutely! Although the next book isn't Fay and Steve's story. Look out for Captain Lewis Bennett's book, Dragon Knight, early in 2016. I also have a couple of other story ideas stirring. Portal travel through the in-between fascinates me, and I'm wondering whether a porter might have her own story to tell soon.
From the Inside Flap
Fay Olwen walked cautiously through LaGuardia Airport. Security checks and luggage collection had been negotiated successfully, but her tiredness, the confusion of people and the knowledge that some magic users saw weakness as opportunity kept her scanning the crowd. With a demon in her pocket, she couldn't afford to be challenged.
"If you continue ignoring me, people will guess I'm a bodyguard," Steve Jekyll said.
He walked beside her with the deceptive slouch of a hunting cat, aware of everything and waiting for prey. The slouch matched his height to hers, six feet of daunting strength and speed. His dark hair and skin carried a hint of the Arabian deserts where his ancestors had hunted. He was a were-leopard, a mercenary and currently, her self-appointed guardian.
She hitched her bag higher on her shoulder. "I told you I'd manage."
"Yeah, but I watched you crawl out of the grave two days ago."
"Damn near." He met her eyes for a second, the dark brown lightening to aroused leopard.
She dropped her gaze. Magic had healed the broken bones and vicious wounds inflicted by the demon, but her mind remembered. Two days ago she had touched death in the jungle. A lesser magic user would have died.
The silver disk in her pocket heated and burned with the memory. She knew it was a sensation created by her damaged mind and spirit, but she strengthened the amulet's warding anyway. LaGuardia didn't need a demon loose in its environs. She flinched at the thought.
"You should have banished it," Steve growled.
"My orders are that the researchers at the Collegium need to study the demon." They'd had this conversation before the demon fight and after.
Steve regularly ventured onto battlefields, but it seemed demons were an unacceptable risk. "If they want it so badly, why aren't they here to collect it?"
Good question. Apparently, she was demon fighter and courier. "Who better than a proven fighter to carry the disc?" She attempted a shrug.
He wasn't buying. "Did you tell them it tore you up?"
"Yeah." Some of her tension relaxed as she released a sigh of wry acceptance. "I'm an idiot on so many levels."
His shoulder bumped hers.
Touch was rare in her life and it took a couple of seconds for her to recognize the intent: comfort. She smiled. The bump would have staggered a lesser woman.
The doors of the airport opened, releasing them into the cold air of a New York spring day.