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Demons Will Be Demons – Book 1 in The Realm Series!
When missions go awry…
Misha Sokolov is one frustrated demon. While his professional life with the Bureau of Supernatural Relations is rewarding, his personal life is woefully lacking. His teammates Kyle and Jean Luc have found their mates (with his help, he might add). Was it too much to ask for his happy ever after?
When Misha finally meets an amazing demon female who could be THE ONE, Fate conspires against him. With the escalating tensions between the earth and realm demons, and his newest case involving supernatural seven-year-old twins, he’s too busy for romance.
Callie, a human female, can’t seem to convince her half-demon sons that using their powers in front of humans is a bad thing. The more time Misha spends with her, the more he realizes she’s keeping secrets. When these secrets jeopardize both her and her sons, Misha will stop at nothing to keep them safe. Because instead of conspiring against him, Fate may have put a spunky, green-eyed woman and her incorrigible (precocious?) sons in his path for a reason.
Reviews:
“well written story line: flows easily: the characters are funny” The Reading Cafe – Sept 2018
Awards:
National Readers Choice Award and Daphne du Maurier Finalist!
Excerpt:
Misha Sokolov was a demon on a mission.
It was finally time to take the plunge back into the dating game, but unlike the quirky TV show, he didn’t need a cheesy game show host or a trio of bachelorettes to make his choice. He had already found his one and only.
It shouldn’t matter that they came from different worlds, literally. Love should be able to conquer all—even interdimensional portal jumps.
He glanced over at his teammate Jean Luc, who drove the team van like they were in one of TheFast and the Furious movies. Tires squealed as they streaked down Mayfield Road to pick up their other teammate Kyle in Little Italy. With Jean Luc it didn’t matter if they were on their way to a case or simply out for a drive, speed was the vampire’s constant companion, along with his vampire lady-love, Talia.
“Is something wrong, my friend?” Jean Luc asked as he screeched to a stop in front of Kyle’s apartment building, the smell of burned rubber permeating the van.
Misha opened his mouth and then closed it again. How could he explain to Jean Luc…who had only to walk down the street with his long hair and French accent to attract hordes of females…that he, Misha, was nervous about a female? One female—his bachelorette—in particular.
Naya.
His stomach fluttered like a lovesick schoolgirl…or was it the two burritos he’d had for lunch? Either way, Naya was his dream woman. Hell, he’d never seen her human side and he still found her gorgeous. Maybe because her demon side was a purple version of Xena, Warrior Princess.
He thought she might be his soul mate, and in his heart of hearts he did believe that love could conquer all, but there was one small problem.
He couldn’t talk to her.
He became a bumbling, stumbling idiot whenever he was within a fifty-foot radius of her. Misha Sokolov, who, according to his babushka, was born with the gift of gab. And since his grandmother was over a thousand years old, she would know.
He could talk to females. Had he not already been married three times? True, his first marriage was arranged by his father, but the other two weren’t. They didn’t work out, but it wasn’t because he couldn’t talk to them. Natalia, wife number two, would say the opposite, actually. That he was way too fond of talking.
He shook his head. His love life, or gaping lack thereof, might be his mission, but was not the actual priority right now.
After they picked up Kyle, they were on their way to the demon immigration meeting to work out how to bring the next group of demons to earth from the demon realm.
And Naya would be there.
In approximately one month, the next realm demons would arrive. Even after the first group immigrated with few issues, dissenters in the supernatural community who did not want the realm demons to come to earth had become increasingly vocal. Which meant everything must go according to plan with the next group. Supernaturals, like humans, were not immune to having fear and ignorance cause them to do stupid things.
The back door of the van opened and Kyle hopped inside. Misha smiled at his petite teammate, who was decked out in her usual black jeans, T-shirt, and steel-toed black boots. The color of her hair was often a surprise, although recently she had been keeping it jet black. Today she had a festive streak of red down one side.
She pulled out a bag from behind her back, and he reached for it with glee.
“The bakery! What did you bring me today, little one?”
She handed him the bag. “Three apple strudels. I would’ve bought more, but there must’ve been a run on them before I got there.”
He opened it and caught a whiff of the cinnamon and sugar wafting up from the bag. Nirvana. “Thank you. This will tide me over until my midafternoon snack.” He took a bite of the pastry.
Kyle chuckled. “It’s already midafternoon, you know.” She gave Misha the once-over before her eyebrows rose slightly. “Don’t you look fancy. Is that a new shirt?”
He took a long time swallowing before answering her. “No,” he lied before stuffing the rest of the strudel into his mouth and chewing for several moments.
When Kyle opened her mouth to say something else, Misha asked, “Isn’t Joe joining us?” If he brought up Kyle’s FBI boyfriend, maybe he could distract her.
“Dalton’s in Chicago on a case. And don’t lie to me, demon. You dressed up for Naya.”
Before he could lie to her again, his ringing phone saved him. Dolly was calling from the office.
Misha clicked on the speaker. “Well hello, Dolly,” he sang in his bass voice.
“That wasn’t funny the first time you did it, Misha, and hasn’t been the thousand times since then.”
“What can I do for you?” Misha asked, ignoring her scold.
“We’ve got a call.”
“We’re on the way to the demon immigration meeting. Can it wait?”
“It’s the twins.”
Misha sighed. The twins. Dolly didn’t need to bother with any further explanation.
If Misha hadn’t automated the Bureau of Supernatural Relations filing system a couple of years ago, and they still kept paper files, the twins’ folder would be several inches thick, even though they had only been wreaking havoc for a little over a year now.
If Misha had to place bets on who would finally expose supernaturals to humans, he would put his money on those two little demons, Matthew and Luke Roberts.
AE Jones 