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Epic Badassery: An Urban Fantasy Triple Threat | Ebook

Epic Badassery: An Urban Fantasy Triple Threat | Ebook

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Embark on a journey of magic, mystery, and motherfucking magnificent women with EPIC BADASSERY: An Urban Fantasy Triple Threat! 

Follow three unforgettable heroines as they navigate supernatural worlds, battle deadly enemies, and uncover long-buried secrets.

With their unique blend of snarky humor, sizzling romance, and heart-pumping action, this enchanting bundle will keep you turning pages late into the night.

Keep reading for Chapter 1 Look Insides from all three first-in-series books.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "When you pick up a Deborah Wilde book, you know you're going to get strong, deep characters with a good dose of humour and an explosion of personality..." - Melissa

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "Do I need to say more beyond I love this author, her characters kick ass.. and more please?" - C. Toi

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The mission: kill demons. The catch: infuriating hot guy. The challange: don't get the two confused.

Featuring a snarky heroine, kickass action, and spicy romance, this laugh-out-loud, deliciously addictive series sucker-punches you in the heart when you're not looking

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “Don’t buy it if your offended by bad language, immoral behaviour, lose ethics, sassy attitude, hot guys... cuz it does it all - and its GREAT!!!”

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The Unlikeable Demon Hunter Synopsis

When Nava Katz half-drunkenly interrupts her twin brother's induction ceremony into a secret supernatural society, she doesn’t expect to accidentally torch his life-long dream and steal his destiny.

Horrified she’s now expected to take his place, Nava is faced with the one thing she swore off forever: a purpose.

The all-male squad isn’t cool with a woman in their ranks and assigns her to Rohan Mitra: former rock star and their most ruthless hunter. He may be the perfect bad boy fling with no strings attached, but what happens when he won’t let her run—not even from herself?

That might prove as dangerous as defeating the vengeful demon out for her brother’s blood.

Odds of her new teammates expecting her to fail? Best not to think about that.

Odds of her succeeding out of spite? Dive into this complete urban fantasy series and find out.

CHAPTER 1 LOOK INSIDE

“You telegraph way too much,” a smooth voice said to me. Backyard guy was back.

Ignoring the decadent images that his voice conjured up, I shoved my hand into the Doritos bag which contained about 237% salt, crawled to the edge of the bed, and threw the crumbs in the demon’s face. “Burn, fucker!”

The demon glared at me as he wiped orange dust off his cheeks and sweater. “This is cashmere,” he said, frowning at the deep blue fabric.

I scrambled to my feet, holding the bag out in front of me like a cross. Which, incidentally, did nothing against demons. And since vampires didn’t exist, did nothing against them either. Some demon happened to get its kicks feeding from the neck and suddenly everyone was
rushing in with garlic and stakes looking to take down Count Dracula. Those who weren’t romanticizing them as life partners, that is.

“There is enough salt in this bag to blister you back to your evil dimension.” Smirking, I batted my lashes at him. “Feel free to be scared.”

He swiped the bag out of my hands, tossing it into the trash behind him. “A, if you’re gonna eat chips, at least eat decent ones. B, not a demon. And C,” he said, reading my baby doll tee, “love the outfit, Nava.”

I scowled at him. “You are absolutely a demon.”

He pulled out my desk chair, turned it around with a snap of his wrists, and straddled it. “Why?”

“For starters, I never told you my name. Probably got it from the demon text chain that went out about me.”

He grinned at me, flashing toothpaste-ad-perfect, even, white teeth. “I’m not in the group.”

I crossed my arms over my nipples which were now so hard from that grin he’d leveled at me that one good operatic scream could shatter them. I shut down all possibilities of how said scream could be achieved, locking them inside a box deep in my psyche.

“Any other proof you want to dazzle me with?” he asked.

How about the fact that his grin made Josh’s seem like a neutered puppy’s, and Josh was a lust demon. Half-demon. Which made this guy full-evil status. “You broke into my bedroom and are holding me hostage.” With your incredible looks.

Damn. Why not roll over already, idiot girl?

I hadn’t been able to scope out his body in detail from our previous two encounters, but now, under proper lighting, I could tell he’d be nicely cut under that sweater that molded to him like a second skin. Underwear model nice and not the low rent, flyer-insert kind either. One of those glorious torsos caught in haunting black and white by Herb Ritts, the stark white of his briefs throwing his generous package into sharp relief.

Then there was his face. If it hadn’t been for the slight bent of his nose, indicating it had been broken, his South Asian beauty would have been too painful and/or depressing to look at. Killer cheekbones, firm chin, gorgeous brown skin and lips that were created to do bad, bad, wonderful things. It was going to be a crime against humanity to kill him.

I leaned in toward the slight breeze drifting in through my open window, refusing to fan myself in front of him.

He sat there under my scrutiny, totally comfortable. A sign of excess confidence and further proof of evil. Though the more I stared at him, the more I got a niggling feeling that I knew him.

“Did we ever…” I made a fist and pumped away in a back and forth motion.

Amusement lit his amber eyes. “I was the lead singer of Fugue State Five.” He smirked, saying the words as if obviously I’d heard of them. Fair enough.

Rohan Mitra had been the broody frontman whose so-sensitive lyrics and rough growl singing voice induced mass hysteria at concerts world-wide. It was rumored he’d averted an oil crisis with a personal visit to a Sheik’s daughter. Watching the beautiful bastard now, I believed it.

Missing teens. Long-lost magic. And the sexy nemesis who might drive her to murder.

If you like headstrong heroines, clever mysteries, and a dash of red-hot romance, you’ll burn through this wickedly funny series.

"Wilde combines hardboiled noir and Jewish folklore in this action-packed, perfectly paced paranormal romp... This giddy, sexy series… is a delight.”  – Publishers Weekly Starred Review

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Blood & Ash: Jezebel Files #1. A snarky urban fantasy detective series by Deborah Wilde

Blood & Ash Synopsis

Detective for hire, Ashira Cohen is having a no-good, very bad day. 

When Ash was thirteen, her con artist father disappeared, leaving her with emotional scars and a limp she can't hide. But she toughened up, determined never to be played again. Is history repeating itself?

First, she’s hit on the head during a stakeout, revealing a mysterious tattoo on the back of her skull.

Even worse? It’s a now-broken ward unleashing dangerous magic that as a Mundane, she shouldn’t possess.

And the icing on this crap cake? Her unruly powers nearly kill her long-time nemesis, Levi, the uptight leader of the magic community. One word from him revealing her forbidden abilities, and everything she’s built will be taken from her… by force. 

The only bright spot is that Levi requires her supernatural skills to solve a spree of abductions. After years of being underestimated by him, it’s Ash’s chance at payback and she’s going to enjoy bringing him to his knees—or stuffing him in a body bag.

CHAPTER 1 LOOK INSIDE

Levi strolled behind me, heat rolling off him.

Head bowed, I stopped in the middle of the platform, gripped the cold metal railing, and flinched because I’d caught a jagged part of the railing’s seams. I tried to speak, tried to move, but I was paralyzed. My insides twisted, radiating a stabbing pain that built and built and then burst like a supernova, hot and sharp.

Fire blazed through my body, a searing agony that lit up every nerve ending. Had I not been clutching the railing, I’d have fallen because my legs had turned to Jell-O. There was a mild tug and then a punch that felt like a multi-armed giant was bashing its way out from inside my skull.

Violent shudders wracked me from head to toe and I screamed, but no sound came out.

A tiny drop of blood beaded on my finger. I sucked down a harsh breath, mesmerized by that drop that was so red and earthy. 

“Ash.” Levi’s irises were no longer merely blue but the electric wild skies after a storm. They practically glowed and, between them and the glare of the moon, I had to look away. The overpowering smell of the saltwater from the dolphin pool below made me gag, but was tempered by the mild musky sandalwood scent of Levi’s cologne.

“You’re not having a seizure, are you?” he said.

Why did he have to be such a dick?

From one blink to the next, the bloody smear on my finger morphed into a solid shaft about eight inches long with a bulbous end that I instinctively jabbed Levi back with.

“Did you just—that’s—that’s a dildo,” Levi stuttered. “You hit me with a magic dildo?” 

We both stared at the offending item in my hand.

“It’s a sword,” I said. 

“It’s a fucking cock that you conjured up,” he growled. “You’re Nefesh?” His expression darkened in fury.

Maybe I was actually unconscious and all this was some kind of fever dream?

“As if,” I said. “I thought I’d liven up this snoozefest with a giant dick. The sword, I mean. Not you. I’ve been carrying it in my dress this whole time waiting for the right moment to spring it. Hilarious, huh?”

Okay, as lies went it was admittedly somewhere between “the check is in the mail” and “I won’t come in your mouth” for believability, but logic and coherent reasoning had fled in the face of the weaponized penis.

“Right. You carried it in your floor-length ‘come fuck me’ dress with no visible panty line,” Levi said darkly.

“I have a bra.” Stop talking, Ash. I white-knuckled the dildo. If I really had magic, thiswas what I produced? Okay, bright side. I could become a vigilante, going around giving the bad guys of my city a good dicking. 

I stepped backward, wanting to get the fuck out of Dodge so I could unscramble my brain and figure out how I suddenly had magic, but I was trapped between the railing and a hard place.    

Levi grabbed me by the shoulders. “Answer me!”

Panic flooded me, my pulse spiking. One second, I was standing in front of him, the next, I moved with the lithe swiftness of a jungle predator and tossed him to the ground, my knee grinding into his chest and a glinting red dagger poised at his throat.

A dagger that the dildo had transformed into, its blade sharper than any steel. 

Oh good, I wasn’t a one-cock pony. A hysterical laugh burbled out of me. 

Levi pushed up to dislodge me but I held him down, which really shouldn’t have been possible, and twisted the knife against his skin. There was a faint rasp as the blade scraped against his light stubble. 

What was I doing? I scrambled to my feet, clutching the blood dagger, and pressed the tip against his shirtfront. “Are you going to kill me?”

His face puckered in distaste. “In this suit? It’s Armani. But I do want to know exactly what the fuck is going on.”

Excellent question, but I didn’t have an answer. In fact, there were so many I didn’t have that I could barely keep track of them.

The pounding in my ears, the buzz of magic thrumming through me, it was all too much. I lost what little hold I had. The blade disintegrated into blood, splooshing out on Levi, and turning him into one of the promgoers from Carrie.

So much for the Armani.

 

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Middle-aged. Divorced. Hormonally imbalanced. Then she got magic. Underestimate her. That'll be fun.

Featuring a slow burn shifter romance and a smart older heroine with zero effs left to give, this clever, laugh-out-loud urban fantasy will take you on a wild ride.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “I was laughing so hard in places I felt like I couldn't breathe!”

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A royal purple book cover for Throwing Shade by Deborah Wilde. A sequinned purple high heeled shoe sits on a field of sparkles with sparks and smoke rising from it. On the shoe is a glittery skull with heart shaped eye sockets and a large glittery bow on its head.

Throwing Shade Synopsis

It’s official. Miriam Feldman is killing it in the midlife crisis department. She’s mastered boredom, aced invisibility, and graduated Summa Cum Laude in smiling and playing nice in her post-divorce life.

Then her best friend gets tangled up with some vamps and goes missing. If that’s not scary enough, Miri snaps, and in a cold dark rage, unleashes a rare and powerful shadow magic.

Now, with only a mouthy golem and a grumpy-yet-sexy French wolf shifter to help her navigate this world of hidden magic, she’s in a race against time to rescue her friend and keep her loved ones safe from the skeletons in her past.

Sure, she’s caught in a spiderweb of supernatural power plays, but she’s a librarian, she’s over forty, and she’s definitely done with being sidelined in her own life.

She’s turning her invisibility into strength; they’ll never see her coming.

CHAPTER 1 LOOK INSIDE

“The man’s body isn’t even cold and you’re robbing him?” Wolf Dude said.

“I’m looking for identification,” I said through ground teeth. There was a cracked phone but no wallet. It must have fallen out at some point during the fight. A vise tightened around my chest and I shoved the Ohrist, banking on the fact that if he’d intended to hurt me, he’d have done it already. “You ruined my chance to get information about—”

“I saved you.” The man stuffed his bare feet into motorcycle boots, which also came out of the duffel bag. “I don’t know what interrogation skills you think you have, but I can assure you that dybbuk wouldn’t have given up shit.”

“Dybbuk?”

“Merde,” he said in perfect French. Ah. “You went after him without knowing what you were dealing with?” His full lips twisted. “Fucking BS.”

He remembered.

I took two wobbly steps back, Delilah by my side, but he didn’t come after me.

He laced up his boots. Okay, he was a derisive son of a bitch, but he lacked the horror others of his ilk displayed upon meeting my kind, nor did he seem inclined to kill me.

I’d take the win.

“Alex had attacked me once already,” I said, “and if he did something to my friend—”

The shifter pulled out a beaten-up brown leather jacket and shrugged into it, his shoulders bunching. “Then she’s gone. Sorry for your loss.”

My eyebrows shot up. Yes, this guy was an ass, but surely he was connected to an infrastructure that could help me find Jude. “Sorry for your loss? How about you help me find her? Aren’t you a Lonestar?”

He laughed without an ounce of humor. “Hardly.”

Then what was he? He’d already killed one person, and yes, that dybbuk thing seemed to justify Alex’s death, but I was alone out here. If he was working on his own vigilante moral code, how safe was I?

I eyed the stairs. How many were there? Thirty? Then perhaps another fifty feet to lose myself in the crowds? He’d be faster than me, even as a human. I bit my lip. If I screamed for help, would anyone come?

Screw that. I had magic and could cloak and get away at any point, but his rudeness was grating. I threw my hands up. “That’s all you have to say?”

“No.” The man raked a shrewd glance over me. “Should we ever have the misfortune to meet again, get out of my way.”

“Or what? You’ll huff and you’ll puff and you’ll blow my house down?”

He bared his lips, briefly shifting his canines to wolf form. My, what big teeth you have. A strangled laugh burbled out of me. My epistemological crisis involved a hell of a Freudian undertone.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck is necessary,” he said.

“Is that your action hero catchphrase or something? Because it’s a little on the nose.”

He zipped up the duffel bag. “My reputation doesn’t precede me? Shocking.” His voice was laced with bitterness.

“Wow. Someone is full of themselves. I’ve got no idea who you are.”

He peered at me suspiciously. “Are you new in town?”

“No.”

He shrugged. “Then you know who I am.”

“Hate to disappoint you, but you’re just some rando who crashed my party and ruined my plan—”

“To get answers from someone who wouldn’t tell you anything you actually wanted to know. Brilliant strategy. You’ve the mind of a tactician. Even if you did get something out of him, did you think he’d let you walk away after?” His accent thickened when he got annoyed.

“I had my shadow.”

“I wouldn’t brag about that if I were you.”

“For your information, I’m doing an admirable job. Before yesterday, the only monsters I had to worry about were of the human variety.” I shot him a pointed look.

“There’s no way you didn’t know about dybbuks. You’re too—” He snapped his mouth shut.

Delilah puffed up behind me. “Oh, no,” I said. “Finish that sentence.”

The man crossed his arms, rustling the leather. “Old,” he said levelly.

My shadow bopped Wolfman in the nose with a swift jab. Ha!

The man pinched his nostrils together to staunch the bleeding, his emerald eyes glinting dangerously.

My amusement drained away, my magic swirling around my feet, ready to cloak me, but I’d hit the wall and I was out of fucks to give.

“Should we ever have the misfortune to meet again, get out of my way,” I said.

“Vraiment? Why?”

“I’m a woman in my forties who’s remembered how powerful she can be. Don’t fuck with me, Huff ’n’ Puff.” Head held high, Delilah and I sailed past him into the night.