Demon Hunting in Dixie (Demon Hunting Series #1)by Lexi George
A warrior, a demon, and the girl next door. . .
Looking For Trouble
Addy Corwin is a florist with an attitude. A bad attitude, or so her mama says, ‘cause she's not looking for a man. Mama's wrong. Addy has looked. There's just not much to choose from in Hannah, her small Alabama hometown. Until Brand Dalvahni shows up, a supernaturally sexy,/b>
A warrior, a demon, and the girl next door. . .
Looking For Trouble
Addy Corwin is a florist with an attitude. A bad attitude, or so her mama says, ‘cause she's not looking for a man. Mama's wrong. Addy has looked. There's just not much to choose from in Hannah, her small Alabama hometown. Until Brand Dalvahni shows up, a supernaturally sexy, breathtakingly well-built hunk of a warrior from-well, not from around here, that's for sure. Mama thinks he might be European or maybe even a Yankee. Brand says he's from another dimension.
Addy couldn't care less where he's from. He's gorgeous. Serious muscles. Disturbing green eyes. Brand really gets her going. Too bad he's a whack job. Says he's come to rescue her from a demon. Puh-lease. But right after Brand shows up, strange things start to happen. Dogs talk and reanimated corpses stalk the quite streets of Hannah. Her mortal enemy Meredith, otherwise known as the Death Starr, breaks out in a severe and inexplicable case of butt boils. Addy might not know what's going on, but she definitely wants a certain sexy demon hunter by her side when it all goes down. . .
"A not-to-be-missed Southern-fried, bawdy, hilarious romp." -Beverly Barton, New York Times Bestselling Author
"A demonically wicked good time." -Angie Fox
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Demon Hunting in Dixie
By LEXI GEORGE
BRAVA BOOKSCopyright © 2011 Lexi George
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Chapter OneAddy glanced up at the rumble of thunder, her pace slowing to a jog. Alabama summers were a pressure cooker of high temperatures and humidity, and thunderstorms came up in a hurry.
"Whatcha think, Dooley, is it gonna rain?"
Dooley whined and tugged at her leash, eager to continue their late-night run in the quiet, gated community they called home.
"Okay, but you're sleeping in the kitchen if we get wet." Addy allowed the dog to urge her toward the trees at the end of the park. "Eau de Wet Dawg is not my favorite cologne, especially on my new sheets."
She set off down the smooth path at a comfortable pace with Dooley panting at her side. Running was her stress reliever. And between owning and operating her own floral business and lending a hand at the family funeral parlor, Addy had a lot of stress.
As they rounded the curve, she eyed the clump of trees ahead with unease. A sense of quiet expectancy had settled over the little park. She and Dooley had made this run a hundred times before, but tonight the cluster of oaks seemed brooding and sinister, the shadows beneath their branches a living, breathing thing. She ran a little faster, anxious to get past the trees and reach the safety of the lights beyond. The steady slap of her running shoes against the pavement and the sound of Dooley's snuffling seemed loud in the stillness.
She heard a second clap of thunder and skidded to a halt, tightening her grip on the leash. Dooley feared no mailman, but she was a major weenie when it came to thunder. She glanced down, expecting to find the dog trembling with fear. To her surprise, Dooley stood stiff-legged beside her, hackles on end, her unblinking gaze fixed upon the murky thicket. The dog rumbled low in her chest and took off without warning, jerking the leash from Addy's hand.
"No, Dooley, no!" Addy rubbed her stinging palm against her thigh, watching in growing dismay and dread as the Lab headed straight for the trees and disappeared into the darkness. "Come back here, you stupid mutt!"
"Damn!" She took off at a run after Dooley. "Why couldn't I have been a cat person?"
She plunged into the woods and faltered. The trees had changed, the dozen or so familiar oaks mushrooming into a forest of birch, elm, maple, beech, and ash. She squinted into the gloom. The trees seemed to be waiting; the forest hushed, but for the steady, faraway sound of Dooley's barking.
Addy's heart pounded as she picked her way through the woods. The thick carpet of leaves dulled the sound of her footsteps. Here and there a birch tree shone ghostly white in the darkness. She stumbled over fallen branches and scratched her arms and legs on briars and vines. Muttering under her breath, she pushed her way deeper into the forest. Stubbornness and concern for Dooley were all that kept her moving forward. If she stopped to examine things too closely—like how and why an entire forest of hardwoods had sprung up overnight in the middle of her boring little park—she knew she'd be too scared to go any farther. Better to keep her mind focused on the task ahead. Find Dooley and strangle her. She climbed over a fallen tree trunk and stepped into a clearing. The damn fool dog stood in the middle of the open glade barking like mad at ... at nothing.
"Shh!" Addy marched up to the dog and tugged on her collar, her unease increasing by the minute. "Stop it, you big doofus. I'm totally creeped out. I want to go home."
To her chagrin, her voice shook. Her big brother Shep would have a field day if he could see her now. Addy Corwin scared of the dark. She was no stranger to the woods, had tagged along with Shep many a time when he and his buddies went camping, hunting, and fishing. She'd learned to be tough—one of the boys—so he wouldn't send her home. No whiney pants girly-girl stuff allowed. But this was different. This was wrong.
Something lurked in the surrounding darkness.
It was out there, watching her.
The dog pulled away and growled low in her throat, her gaze on the shadows in front of them.
Addy knelt beside Dooley and laid her hand on the quivering dog. "What is it, girl?"
Unbidden, an old superstition came to mind. Look between a dog's ears and you can see the devil. Without thinking, she glanced over the top of Dooley's head into the woods beyond. To her horror, something moved in the trees, a misshapen, undulating form darker than the blackness around it. The smudge of darkness flowed into the clearing, bringing with it a sickening sense of wrongness. Terror slammed through her, white-hot and paralyzing and all too brief, and then the thing was upon her, touching her with clammy, skeletal fingers. Bone-chilling cold seeped into her limbs, robbing her body of strength and sapping her will to fight. In the distance, she heard Dooley barking.
A third rumble shook the glade, and the evil being drew back with an angry hiss. The icy grip on Addy's heart eased, and she slumped to the ground, struggling to draw breath into her shriveled lungs. Dooley whined and stuck her cold nose against Addy's cheek. She rubbed the dog's ears with trembling fingers. That horrible thing was gone, thank God, and Dooley was here. Everything was going to be all right.
Some small creature stirred in the underbrush, and Dooley took off like a shot.
Addy sat up with an effort and pushed the hair out of her eyes. Dooley was nowhere to be seen. So much for doggie loyalty. Heart thumping, she looked around. The little clearing was empty, but the evil thing waited in the trees beyond. She could feel it. Addy swallowed the lump of terror clogging her throat. She had to go into those trees to get her dog. Oh, God, she did not want to go in there. But what choice did she have? None.
Great. Just freaking great.
A tiny pinpoint of light caught her attention. A rectangular opening appeared in mid-air and widened. Blinding light poured into the dark clearing. She blinked at the brightness. A man stood in the doorway, his tall, broad-shouldered form silhouetted by the patch of white light behind him, his face in shadow.
The portal snapped shut behind him. Without warning, the thing from the gloom struck.
"Hey, buddy, watch out behind you!" Addy cried.
To her astonishment, the man drew a flaming sword and spun to meet the attack. The thing screeched and drew back in alarm, circling the warrior warily. Light from the man's shimmering sword illuminated his face. Above the shining blade his eyes burned like bits of flame in the darkness. Addy gaped at him, too stunned by the sheer beauty of the man to be afraid. Wow, this guy was something else, a study in perfection, his features cold and unyielding, expressionless as carven stone.
I'm dreaming, Addy thought, staring at him in shock. Yeah, that was it. She was dreaming. This could not be real. No one could be that gorgeous.
A flicker of movement drew her attention from Mr. Perfect. A second wraith-like smudge of darkness slid into the clearing, bringing with it the same rotten, soul-sucking sense of evil as the other. Rising on ragged wings, the new attacker swooped down upon the unsuspecting warrior like an evil bird.
Dream or no dream, the hunky guy with the glow-in-the-dark sword was about to get his butt kicked by Mr. Nasty and his creepy sidekick.
Addy leaped to her feet. "Look out, mister! There's another one."
He whirled and lifted his sword, impaling the smoky figure upon the blade. The wraith wailed in agony and vanished into the flames. With a furious shriek, the first wraith pushed past Addy and fled into the night. She swayed, staring in shock at the jagged knife of black ice that protruded from her chest. The knife sizzled and dissolved in a puff of oily smoke. Burning cold seeped from the wound and curled around her heart. With a sigh, she slipped into darkness.
Addy awoke on the couch with a groan. Her chest ached and her head throbbed. She took a deep breath and tried to ignore the stabbing pain in her ribs. Stabbing pain? What had happened to the thing in the woods, and how did she get home? And she was home, thank God. The scent of the new pineapple-sage candle she'd burned earlier in the evening still hung in the air, and the clock on the mantel ticked its steady rhythm. Dooley whined and licked her hand.
She patted the dog on the head. "Some dream, huh, girl?"
Addy opened her eyes and looked down. A large, charred hole marred the front of her favorite T-shirt and the sports bra she wore underneath. Surely, the freaky little thing in the woods hadn't been real? Supernatural woo-woo was way out of her league. Who was she kidding? The stuff she'd seen tonight didn't happen to anybody. It was too Syfy Channel for words.
She nudged the ruined material aside with the tip of one finger. An irregular black mark marred her right breast in the exact spot where Mr. Nasty stabbed her. She was still trying to absorb the ramifications of this discovery when a very deep, very male voice startled her.
"You should rest. I have repaired the damage to your organs from the djegrali blade. You will live, but I fear some of the poison is still in your system."
Addy shot off the couch like she'd been bitten. The sword-carrying, creature-of-darkness-fighting dude from the park gazed down at her without expression. In the semidarkness he'd been handsome. In the bright light of her living room he was devastating, a god, a wet dream on steroids. Tall and powerfully built, with wide shoulders and a broad chest that tapered down to a lean waist and hips, he was the most handsome man Addy had ever seen. His long, muscular legs were encased in tight-fitting black breeches, and he carried a sword in a sheath across his back. He was also a stranger, a very big stranger, and he stood in her living room.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I am Brand." He spoke without inflection. "I am a Dalvahni warrior. I hunt the djegrali."
"Of course you do." Hoo boy, the guy was obviously a nut case. Real movie star material, with his shoulder-length black hair and disturbing green eyes, but a whack job nonetheless. Addy grabbed the back of the couch for support as a wave of dizziness assailed her. "That would explain the flaming sword and the medieval getup you're wearing. Nice meeting you, Mr.... uh ... Brand." She flapped her hand in the general direction of the door. "If you don't mind, I'm a little freaked out. I'd like you to leave."
"I cannot leave. The djegrali that attacked you will return."
Addy clung to the couch for dear life as the room began to spin. "Look, I appreciate the thought, but I'll be fine. Really." She closed her eyes briefly and opened them again. "Dooley will protect me." He crossed his arms on his chest, his expression impassive. "Dooley? You refer, I presume, to the animal that led me to this dwelling?"
This guy was unbelievable. His superior attitude was starting to tick her off.
"The 'animal' is a dog and, yeah, I mean her."
"This I cannot allow." He spoke with the same irritating calm. Dooley, the traitor, ambled across the room and sat at the man's feet, gazing up at him in adoration. "She would not be able to defend you against the djegrali."
"Cannot allow—" Addy stopped and took a deep breath. She was dealing with a lunatic. He wouldn't leave, and she couldn't run. She was too woozy to make it to the door. Best to remain calm and not set the guy off. Besides, the spike in her blood pressure made the dizziness worse. "Okay, I'll bite. What exactly is this juh–whats–a–doodle thing you keep talking about?"
"The djegrali are demons." He raised his brows when she gave him a blank stare. "Evil spirits. Creatures of dark—"
"I know what a demon is." The guy thought he was a demon chaser, for Pete's sake. "Okay, just for grins, let's say this demon business is for real. What's it got to do with me?"
"The demon has marked you. He will return. He will be unable to resist."
"Oh, great, so now I'm irresistible. Just my luck he's the wrong kind of guy. Don't worry, I've got a thirty-eight, and like any good Southern girl I know how to use it, so you can leave." She waved her hand toward the door again. "I'll be fine. If this demon fellow shows up, I'll blow his raggedy butt to kingdom come."
The corner of his lips twitched, and for a moment she thought he might smile.
"You cannot kill a djegrali with a mortal weapon."
"I'll rush out first thing tomorrow morning and get me one of those flamey sword things, I promise."
Again with the lip twitch. "That will not be necessary. I will protect you."
"Oh, no, you won't!" Addy straightened with an effort. Her chest still hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. "I'd never be able to explain you to my mama."
"This mama you speak of, she is the female vessel who bore you?"
"Yeah, but I wouldn't call her a vessel to her face, if I were you."
"You fear her?"
Addy rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding? The woman scares the crap out of me. Thirty-two hours of labor, and don't you ever forget it," she mimicked. "You owe me. Big time."
The eye-rolling thing was a mistake, because the room started to spin again.
"The mama will not be a problem," he said.
"You're darn tootin' the mama won't be a problem, 'cause you're not going to be here!"
She stepped away from the couch, and her knees buckled.
One moment he was across the room, his shoulder against the wall, the picture of aloof boredom, and the next she was in his arms. She closed her eyes and swallowed a sigh as she was lifted against his hard chest. The man sure had muscles, she'd give him that.
"You will recline, at once." His tone was stern.
Okay, muscles and a few control issues.
She opened her eyes as he lowered her to the couch and saw a grimace of pain flash across his features. It was the first expression of any kind she'd seen on his face, unless you counted the lip twitch thing. The man could give a marble statue lessons in being stoic.
She caught his arm as he started to rise. "That thing hurt you!"
He stilled, his gaze on her fingers wrapped around his wrist. "You are mistaken. The djegrali did not injure me. It is your touch that disturbs me."
Addy stiffened and drew back. "Well, excuse the hell out of me."
He caught her by the hand. "You misunderstand. You do not repulse me."
He knelt beside her, put his fingers under her chin, and tilted her face with gentle fingers. Addy stifled a gasp. Who was this guy? The merest touch from him and her breasts tingled and she felt hot and wobbly inside. What was the matter with her?
"Look at me," he commanded.
Sweet Sister Ruth, he had a voice like whiskey and smoke. She shivered and raised her eyes to his. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, a rapt expression on his face. His thumb drifted lower to brush her bottom lip. "You must be patient with me, Adara Jean Corwin. The Dalvahni do not experience emotion. It would be superfluous. We exist for one purpose and one purpose alone, to hunt the djegrali. For ten thousand years, that has been my objective, until now."
"Ten thousand years, huh?" With an effort, she squelched the sudden urge to scrape the pad of his thumb with her teeth. No doubt about it, she was in hormonal meltdown. "Sounds boring. You need to get a new hobby, expand your horizons."
"Earth is but one of the realms where the Dalvahni hunt the djegrali."
Oh, brother, too bad. He was paying a visit to schizoid-land again. Then the impact of his words percolated through the fog of lust that set her brain and her body on fire.
"Hey, wait a minute, I didn't tell you my name!"
"The animal you call Dooley informed me of many things, including how to find this dwelling."
"You don't say? Funny, she's never said a thing to me in four years."
He put his hand on her shoulder as she tried to sit up. "You will not rise," he said with annoying calm.
"Oh, yeah? That's what you think, bub."
She pushed at his arm, an exercise in futility. The man was built like the proverbial brick outhouse.
His hand slid over her abdomen and down her running shorts to her legs. She froze. His hand felt hot against her bare skin.
"Dooley, come here," he said.
The dog rose and trotted over to the couch.
Brand traced an intricate pattern with his fingers along the skin of her inner thigh. Addy began to shake. What was happening to her? This was so unlike her. All her life she'd struggled to rein in her reckless nature, the wild streak that made her mama wring her hands in despair. Self-control was her hard-earned mantra. Think first and feel later. But this guy ... this guy really got her going, made her want to throw caution to the wind. She wanted to arch her hips against his hand, a stranger's hand.
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The book deserves 5 stars just for the humor alone! There are very few books out in the market (that I personally read and I have read hundreds) that claim to be funny - I can count them on one hand! It just so happens that this book is included amongst the five. We're talking laugh out loud, snort, then giggle! A truly light hearted, entertaining, delight of a story. Loved Brand and Addy's interaction, loved Addy's friends and family and loved the town folk. What a hoot!
A witty, smart, dead-on (and dead SEXY) plot. I couldn't put it down and laughed out loud at least every other paragraph. An Alabama girl through and through, Lexi George got it just right. A definite re-read when you need a pick-me-up or just want to laugh! Can't wait for more Addie, Brand...and Mr. Fluffy Fauntleroy!
The book relies on substance noted by the title; interaction of separate characters with seperate personalities; humor; mystery; and realistic romance without the need for constant sex to capture and keep the reader's attention and appreciation. (in other words) this is the best read I have encountered in a long time.
I really enjoyed this book. It was fun story and had plenty of hot sex! It did drag in a few spots but the characters made up for it. Loved the weenie fight! Can't wait for more from this author.
Can't wait to read the rest of the series. Light refreshing. Dialogue sassy. Absolutely loved this.
Funny, Sexy and Riveting! I'm in love with Lexi George now :-)
Funny, romantic & excellent plot. Looking forward to a series for this book!
Southern belles and demon hunting warriors from anternate realms! I LOVE IT
In the beginning of the story, you met Addy and her dog Dooley, as they take their nightly run. Her dog breaks loose and runs into a forest that wasn't there before. She feels like evil is watching her and is attacked by a Djegrali Demon. Then a man appears out of a portal, who brandishes a flaming sword. There are two of the demons and the man, Brand kills one of the creatures. Before the second creature escapes it stabs her with its poisonous claws and she passes out. She wakes in her house with the mysterious man Brand beside her, who tells her he's a Dalvahni warrior, who's lived over 10,000 years and that he hunts Djegrali demons through the realms. He wants to stay and protect her because when the demon stabbed her, he marked her and will be back to finish her off. To make matters more interesting she asks him how he knew where she lived and he informs her that Dooley told him. At this point, she's thinking he's just a gorgeous lunatic. Addy is disbelieving until he calls her dog over and tells her to speak and Dooley obliges by speaking English. The book has a Southern charm feel to it. Like how Addy lives in one of those small towns in Hannah, Alabama. The kind of town where everyone gossips and everyone knows everyone else's business. Throughout the book Addy is more terrified of her mama than she is of a demon hunting her. Believe me, when you meet her mama, you'll be running scared too. Besides the southern charm, Demon Hunting Dixie has an abundant amount of humor splashed throughout the pages. To put it mildly there are Demons, possessed dead bodies roaming the town, a talking dog, a flying fae kitten with gorgeous wings, a scary mama, magical abilities, and much more. I don't normally read this kind of paranormal, but this book kept my attention and was a nice change from my normal paranormal. If you like feisty Southern heroines with quirky sayings, thrown into the supernatural world, without a life preserver, than you'll like this book. I did receive this book for Free to give my honest review. This did not affect the rating on the book and my rating/review is strictly my own opinion. Reviewed by Paranormal Addicts
It's funny and sexy but it gets a little wordy with the long describitions sometime and i kindof wanted to smack the heroine upside the head a time or two. But for a corky comical fun read it was a winner and eorth moving on to the next one.
I hooted as I read. Those who have lived in the South (defined as South of the Mason-Dixon line) know that hootin' isn't just laughing. Sometimes snortin' is involved. This was a fun read! Whimsy. Interesting characters. Southern inflection reminding me of friends, neighbors and family - the ones that are close enough to know you & all the stuff you've pulled, but still love you and have your back. And, yes, I snorted on occassion. Left me smiling.
I enjoyed this book way more than I expected! It was laugh out loud funny in some parts and sexy and entertaining in others. I would definitely recommend i!
This had to have been the corniest book ever and to think I paid over $6 for it. Dont waste your money.
It took me a while to get into this book because it is slightly silly and very fast paced to the point of confusing. However, once I got into it I really enjoyed it and look forward to reading the next one.
Sucked big eggs. Very predictable.
I absolutely loved this book, the writing is hilariously funny and the characters, especially Muddy, are exceptionally lovable.
(myurbanfantasies.blogspot) Addy is out jogging one night with her dog, Dooley, when she comes to a cluster of trees, trees that Addy and Dooley have run by countless times before with no problems, and gets a serious case of the heebie jeebies. Of course that's the exact moment Dooley jerks the leash out of Addy's hand and takes off into the fore mentioned creepy clump of trees. Addy goes after Dooley and finds herself in a clearing with Dooley and a dark shadowy demon. A portal then opens and Brand, a Dalvahni warrior, steps through. Addy warns the hunky Dalvahni warrior, we are talking perfection personified here people, about the demon who is about to attack him. Brand turns to face the demon, who Addy refers to as Mr. Nasty, drawing a flaming sword. Mr. Nasty freaks and backs away from Brand. Now that Brand is distracted a second demon, loving named Mr. Nasty's sidekick, sneaks up behind Brand readying an attack. Addy warns Brand again. Brand turns and slays Mr. Nasty's sidekick. Mr. Nasty is seriously freaking out now and flees, stabbing Addy in the chest as it brushes past her. It's a death blow. Brand save Addy's life, forever changing it. The Dalvahni are an ancient race of warriors whose sole existence is to hunt the djegrali, aka demons. They do not experience emotions. If emotions start to arise the Dalvahni use thralls, think succubus but instead of eating someones life force they eat emotions, to ride themselves of it. The Dalvahni are also essentially immortal. Brand is ten thousand years old. The Dalvahni travel through different realms, through space and time hunting djegrali. This is how Brand ended up on Addy's doorstep, he had been tracking the wraith-like demon. If you are looking for a profound plot that moves your soul, then this is not the book for you. Demon Hunting in Dixie is hilarious book full of steamy sex scenes and southern charm. It shows that Lexi George truly was raised in a small town in the south, but the way she added southern stereotypes and clichés leads to a unique humor that is beyond brilliant. I absolutely love the fact that Addy fears her Mama more than demons.