Dark Huntress by Harley James

I hunt demons for breakfast.
Wear high heels to lunch.
Chew up ex-lovers for dinner.
Check please…
Here I am, minding my own demon hunting business,
When the spawn of hell decides to poopoo in my eggs Benedict.
Biatch doesn’t begin to describe Satan’s daughter.
Walking hell-on-earth wearing Prada is more like it.
Her presence here threatens the very existence of humanity.
So when Thor reincarnate, AKA my ex, decides to show up and rescue me?
He can shove his big…EGO where the sun doesn’t shine.
I’ve made it just fine for the last three years without him.
Besides, I have a special kind of magic.
Or so I thought, until Princess Lucifer knocked me flat on my tush.
Maybe I’ll need Mr. Tall, Golden, and Cocky after all.
Buckle up and hang on.
The devil’s hungry.
And humanity is her next meal.