Hello, my name is Lexi George, and I write Southern-fried paranormal romance. With me today is Grim, the demon hunter hero in Demon Hunting with a Dixie Deb.
Lexi: Hey, Grim. Whatupdoe?
Grim: I do not understand the question.
Lexi: Oops, sorry. I forget you’re a medieval dude. What is toward?
Grim: I am Dalvahni. I hunt the djegrali through space and time. I am immortal. I know not hunger, heat, cold, or loneliness. I do not falter from my purpose.
Lexi: Alrighty, then. You’re a focused kinda guy. The dje-whats-a-doodles, they’re demons, right?
Grim: Of a certainty. The djegrali are amorphous creatures that seek physical sensation and pleasure. To that end, they possess hapless mortals, consuming them from within before moving to the next victim. It is my task to extract the demons from their mortal hosts and return them to The Pit, where they can wreak no harm. If they resist, I slay them.
Lexi: So, you’re like a bounty hunter?
Grim: The word ‘bounty’ implies recompense. The Dalvahni were created for the noble purpose of pursuing the enemy. We do not seek gain. Duty is our reward.
Lexi: Sounds grim. Grim, get it? Ha ha!
Grim: It is a jest, is it not? A play on words, as it were. Levity is not valued among the Dalvahni.
Lexi: Obviously not. O-k-a-a-y. Note to self: no sense of humor. What about love, friends, family?
Grim: The Dalvahni were created, not born of a woman. The Brotherhood is our family. Therein, we find camaraderie. As for “love,” that is a human emotion. The Dalvahni are unfettered by it.
Lexi: Whoa, you’ve never been in love?
Lexi: What about . . . you know . . . boinky boinky boink?
Grim: Your words are strange to me. Give me but a moment to consult the Provider.
(Silence as Grim consults a translator)
Grim: Ah, you refer to sexual congress. The Directive requires the Dalvahni to partake in regular and vigorous sessions in the House of Pleasure, wherein the thralls reside. Thralls are succubi that feed on emotion. The Dalvahni engage in coitus with a thrall, thereby emptying themselves of emotion. An emotionless warrior is an efficient warrior.
Lexi: Sort of like getting your oil changed and your tires rotated.
Grim: I do not take your meaning.
Lexi: Never mind. Where does the job take you next?
Grim: The hunt takes me throughout the various dimensions. At the moment, I have tracked a demon to a place called Hannah. That is my next destination.
Lexi: I know Hannah! Sweet little town in south Alabama. Be sure and eat at the Sweet Shop Café. Miss Vi’s fried chicken will make you want to slap yo’ mama.
Grim: I do not have a mama. This you would know, had you listened.
Lexi: It’s an expression. Have fun in Hannah. Fingers crossed you meet a nice Southern girl and fall in love. Have an adventure or two.
Grim: I am Dalvahni. I hunt the djegrali through space and time—
Lexi: (Interrupts) Yeah, yeah, we get it. You’re a demon hunter. Go whack some demons with your sword.
Lexi: Sweet mother of pearl, the guy’s easy on the eyes, but he really needs to loosen up. That’s it for our interview with a demon hunter. Thanks for stopping by.
Demon Hunting with a Dixie Deb
Demon Hunting Series
Genre: paranormal romance
Date of Publication: May 24, 2016
Number of pages: 452
Word Count: 105,000
Cover Artist: Lyrical Press
Deep South legends. Deep fried curses. Deep dish revenge . . .
This Debutante Is Having A Ball!
Way down south in the land of cotton, one belle's plans are soon forgotten--when Sassy Peterson drives her Maserati off the road to avoid a deer and lands smack-dab in the proverbial creek without a paddle. The Alabama heiress should have known something weird was going on when she saw the deer's ginormous fangs. Hello, Predator Bambi!
But nothing can prepare her for the leather-clad, muscle-bound, golden-eyed sex god who rescues her. Who wears leather in May? That's just the first of many questions Sassy has when her savior reveals he's a demon hunter named Grim. Also: Why would a troop of fairies want to give her magical powers and rainbow hair? Why would a style-challenged beast called the Howling Hag want to hunt her down?
Most importantly, what's a nice debutante like Sassy doing in a place like this anyway? Besides feeling Grim . . .
“Sugar,” Sassy murmured. She laid her head on Grim’s shoulder. “Fairies.”
With a drowsy sigh, she relaxed against him and went to sleep.
Grim stilled. A surge of lust hit him, hard and fierce. Sassy smelled delightful, a dizzying combination of summer roses and female. Curling tendrils of her hair lifted to caress his jaw, like flowers reaching for the sun.
I am her sword and shield. The vow rose unbidden in his mind. Here and now I vow to protect her, from anyone or anything that threatens her.
An admirable sentiment, I am sure, the Provider said, but hardly necessary. She leaves tomorrow, and you return to the hunt. That is good, is it not?
Yes, of course.
Then why the hollow ache in his chest?
About the Author:
Lexi George writes snarky, Southern-fried paranormal romance for Kensington. Her debut novel, Demon Hunting in Dixie, was released in 2011, and a novella and two more demon hunter books followed. Demon Hunting in a Dive Bar, the third book in the series, was nominated for a RITA in 2014. The fourth book, Demon Hunting with a Dixie Deb, is due to be released May 24, 2016. Lexi enjoys reading and writing romance, but her first love is fantasy. A Meddle of Wizards is the story of Raine Stewart, a sheltered, sickly young woman who comes into her own when she’s transported to a magical world, discovers her burgeoning powers as an adept, and faces the evil wizard who killed her parents. Lexi’s day job as an appellate attorney requires reading transcripts filled with murder, mayhem, and worse. Perhaps this is why she enjoys stories filled with humor, action, adventure, and magical creatures. She has a violent aversion to sad movies, having been scarred by Old Yeller at the age of nine. She drinks tea, not coffee, and has never seen The Exorcist, because she is a world-class chicken. She is the third of four children, with all the attendant neuroses.