The Dangerous Book for Demon Slayers (A Biker Witches Novel) (Volume 2)
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New York Times bestselling series! Demon slaying powers should come with an instruction book ... Seriously. Why does a new hair dryer have a twelve-page how-to manual, but when it comes to ancient demon-fighting hocus-pocus, my biker witch granny gives me just half a dozen switch stars and a rah-rah speech? Oh, and a talking terrier, but that's another story. It's not like my job as a preschool teacher prepared me for this kind of thing. So I've decided to write my own manual: The Dangerous Book for Demon Slayers, because no one tells me anything. Dimitri, my "protector," may be one stud of a shape-shifting griffin, but he always thinks he can handle everything by himself. Only he's no match for the soul-stealing succubi taking over Las Vegas. If I can't figure out how to save him - and Sin City - there'll be hell to pay.
poufy black hair and wide glasses straight out of the ‘70s. The Dragon Lady’s plain beige uniform didn’t have a wrinkle on it, not even at the matching cloth belt. She stood ramrod stiff and blended with chameleonlike precision into the colorless office. Even the other workers gave her a wide berth. “Gives me the heebie-jeebies just looking at her,” my new friend said, adjusting the gold and red shawl at her shoulders. “Bet she eats steak with a spoon. They say she’s been here for thirty years
eyes away from the hellhounds. “Look at those teeth. Some ghosts go their entire existences without seeing one hellhound, much less two.” “Lucky you,” I said, wondering how I’d save the world when I wasn’t quite sure I had a handle on what was happening in this second-rate nightclub. I wondered if this is where the succubi had been luring men and killing them. It was remote enough. The dogs seemed to be waiting for us. Sure enough, when we moved, they did too. They kept a steady pace in front
closed my eyes against the grit and buried my head against Dimitri’s back. The bike jerked to a stop outside a series of rough wooden buildings. Moonshine Bart’s Old West Town lay straight ahead, dark and silent. The Critter Corner Petting Zoo, lit with red and white holiday lights, veered off to the right, past a wooden bridge that looked like it belonged on a playground. I yanked off my helmet. “Are you serious, Sid?” The fairy leaned his head out the window, “Past the petting zoo and the
pockets. Everything was gone—even the creature who lived in the back. Serena crushed me to the floor. I was too shocked to scream when my left hand sunk into the pink marble. H-e-double-hockey-sticks. I grabbed for the belt with my free hand, only to watch in horror as both of my hands sank up to the wrists. Serena’s two-way phone crackled and beeped, echoing down the hall. “Hell Fire Three reporting.” “Go ahead,” Serena said. “Lover boy is blowing out the turbines. Zarro is on stage.” She
would have been easier if I could count. Want me to show you? I know you always wanted me to be able to do tricks.” True, although I’d been aiming more along the lines of sit and shake. Maybe a nice roll over that didn’t take place within the picketed confines of my adoptive mother’s award-winning Daisy Bess rose garden. “So where’s Dimitri?” I asked, scanning the hot parking lot. With the witches so spread out, not to mention the strip mall’s regular customers, it was hard to see who went