Call an exorcist when the demons are all in your head. Call Ty Burdin when they show up at your front door.
Demon hunting is a multi-continent operation and the average corporate demon hunter has shelf life shorter than his boss’s second marriage. That life wasn’t for Ty. He delivered his two-week notice signed in blood, determined to keep ahold of whatever bit of soul the succubi, infernal and corporate varieties, hadn’t claimed.
One favor later, Ty’s post-hunter life of scraps and scotch gets turned upside down as he finds himself in a game of wits with a redneck war demon and its trusty hellhound. When the Devil’s bullets start flying, someone’s going to get burned. Free on Kindle.