Today I'm highlighting an exciting newly published book called Supernatural Slayer: An Urban Fantasy Novel by Devyn Jayse. The first in a brand new series; it's on the top of my list to read in the Autumn.
Some people call me an assassin, I prefer the term bounty hunter.
In a world where magic is hidden from the general population, I'm hired to keep our secrets safe and take care of rogues by whatever means necessary.
When I accidentally targeted the wrong person, the Supernatural Bureau of Investigation offered me a deal — go to jail or work for them. Their first official request was to locate a vampire I thought I had killed over a year ago: my ex-boyfriend. Now I'm ordered to deliver him to them without harming a hair on his gorgeous head.
That was going to be a problem. By the time I find him, he's going to wish he had stayed dead.
Supernatural Slayer is an action-packed urban fantasy romp through Barcelona with an assorted cast of witches, vampires, and shifters. It may also feature a snarky gargoyle or two.
"No human beings were harmed in the writing of this book — only supernaturals."
Also available in Kindle Unlimited
I looked down at my broken dagger then back up to the asshole who had destroyed its blade. This was the third time this week that a shifter had pissed me off.
"Did you seriously just break my dagger?" I glared at the wolf. His yellow eyes glimmered back at me. The assignment had been to retrieve the shifter alive, but right now I was very tempted to kill him.
"Just turn yourself in and no one will get hurt," I said, trying to be calm. I ran my thumb along my damaged weapon and wondered idly if it could be salvaged. "The bounty is for you to be delivered alive. Continue to fight me and I can't guarantee you'll walk away from this."
The shifter lowered his head and growled at me. He had transformed into a wolf as soon as I had exposed my dagger, shifting to his most powerful fighting body. I had to make do with the one I had. As a half-witch, I was statistically supposed to be weaker than the shifter, but my unknown father's blood had given me speed and strength that regular witches couldn't claim. I reached deep inside me for my magic and let go. It was reassuring to know that it was there, but I was determined to win this fight without it.
I circled the shifter. The wolf followed my motions, his hackles raised. It had been a while since I had fought a shifter in wolf-form, but I was sure I could best him. He may have strength and power on his side, but I had training and skills on mine.
"You want to play? Let's play." I tossed the remains of the broken dagger to his feet and his head swung toward it. With my left hand, I swiftly removed another dagger from within the sheath strapped to my back and ran toward him.