Nick Archer Slayer series by Evan Ronan (#1-5)
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Overview: Evan Ronan is the author of the Amazon best-selling Nicholas Archer Slayer series. His books have a little bit of everything: mystery, suspense, action, and deadpan humor. He writes fast-paced mysteries and thrillers peopled with three-dimensional characters.
Evan’s paranormal series features Eddie McCloskey and begins with the Amazon best-selling thriller, The Unearthed. Readers rave about the twists and turns in this series and love how much Eddie McCloskey grows throughout the series.
Evan’s amateur PI series features everyman Greg Owen. He’s no thinly-disguised superhero – Greg is a real guy just trying to help out however he can. These books are potboilers, designed to be read in one or two sittings.
Evan has worked as a drycleaner, waiter, salesman, grocery clerk, magazine editor, painter, consultant, and attorney. But his favorite job is being a dad. One of these days he’ll tend bar, so he can be like every other writer ever.
Genre: Fiction > Mystery/Thriller Paranormal
Demons Are D*cks (#1)
My name’s Archer. And I’m a Slayer.
I spend my nights keeping the Creatures of Night, or Cons, in check. Sometimes that means getting my hands dirty. I stake vamps, put mutts to sleep, and slay the hell out of demons. Life’s not easy when supernatural beings are always out for your blood.
˃˃˃ And that’s what a good week looks like.
Right now? I’m having a bad week. Another Slayer just turned up dog food, I’ve got a fresh recruit to train, my boss for my daytime cover job is a knob, and this a***ole demon, Asag, might be building an unstoppable army in hell to bring about the apocalypse.
˃˃˃ So there’s that.
Good thing I kick all ass.
Banshees Be Crazy (#2)
My name’s Archer. My friends call me Archer.
You can call me something else.
I don’t brag, but I’m pretty bad ass.
If you met me on the street, I’d tell you I was a professor, live alone, and watch too much Netflix. You might see me at my favorite spot, the Tavern on Pine, throwing back Miller High Lifes and charming the local single and unhappily married ladies. And you might think I’m just like you, just like everybody else, living a normal life in this perfectly normal world.
But don’t let the cover story fool you.
I’m a Slayer. And the world ain’t even close to normal.
I spend my nights keeping the Creatures of Night, or Cons, in check. Sometimes that means getting my hands dirty. I stake vamps, put mutts to sleep, and slay the hell out of demons. Life’s not easy when supernatural beings are always out for your blood.
And that’s what a good week looks like.
Right now? I’m having a bad week. Another Slayer has turned up dead. It’s not werewolves. Werewolves are sometimes okay. This time it’s a creature much, much worse. My boss for my daytime cover job is still a knob, I haven’t written a word in my occult text, and this asshole demon, Asag, is definitely building an unstoppable army in hell to bring about the apocalypse.
So there’s that.
Good thing I remain a bad ass.
Leprechauns Are Short (#3)
My name’s Archer. My friends call me Archer.
You can call me something else.
I don’t brag, but I’m pretty bad ass.
If you met me on the street, I’d tell you I was a professor, live alone, and watch too much Netflix. You might see me at my favorite spot, the Tavern on Pine, throwing back Miller High Lifes and charming the local single and unhappily married ladies. And you might think I’m just like you, just like everybody else, living a normal life in this perfectly normal world.
But don’t let the cover story fool you.
I’m a Slayer. And the world ain’t even close to normal.
I spend my nights keeping the Creatures of Night, or Cons, in check. Sometimes that means getting my hands dirty. I stake vamps, put mutts to sleep, and slay the hell out of demons. Life’s not easy when supernatural beings are always out for your blood.
And that’s what a good week looks like.
I was looking forward to spring break, until the s**t hit the fan. Now I’m going on a road show with a duplicitous leprechaun to recover the four lost Celtic treasures. That might sound like fun to you, but I’d rather be sipping Miller High Lifes poolside while a never-ending series of dental floss thongs breeze by.
Oh yeah. If we don’t recover the treasures before Asag’s minions do, the gates of Hell will all open and demons will rule the Earth. Even though we’ve bansh-slapped Asag twice now, that demon hasn’t learned his lesson yet and is still intent on triggering the end-of-days.
So there’s that.
Good thing I remain a bad ass.
Trolls Are Trolls (#4)
My name’s Archer. My friends call me Archer.
You can call me something else.
I don’t brag, but I’m pretty bad ass.
If you met me on the street, I’d tell you I was a professor, live alone, and watch too much Netflix. You might see me at my favorite spot, the Tavern on Pine, throwing back Miller High Lifes and charming the local single and unhappily married ladies. And you might think I’m just like you, just like everybody else, living a normal life in this perfectly normal world.
But don’t let the cover story fool you.
I’m a Slayer. And the world ain’t even close to normal.
I spend my nights keeping the Creatures of Night, or Cons, in check. Sometimes that means getting my hands dirty. I stake vamps, put mutts to sleep, and slay the hell out of demons. Life’s not easy when supernatural beings are always out for your blood.
And that’s what a good week looks like.
I was looking forward to beginning my summer break. But instead, I’ve got to play bounty hunter and find a troll. I hate trolls even more than you do. And not only do I have to find him, I have to protect his dumb, infuriating ass because he possesses critical details of Asag’s upcoming demonic invasion. I became a Slayer to slay, not to babysit some self-important, holier-than-thou asshat. Obviously, a lot of Cons are looking for him too but there’s also some other people hunting him for their own evil purposes.
So there’s that.
Good thing I remain a bad ass.
Werewolves Are Sometimes OK (#5)
Hey, this book has the best plot twist ever. It comes about halfway through the story. That’s right. I’m so awesome I don’t make you wait until the end for it.
Anyway, you probably know my name by now. But in case you’re just jumping onto the bandwagon, I’m Archer.
I don’t brag, but I’m pretty bad ass.
If you met me on the street, I’d tell you I was a professor, live alone, and watch too much Netflix. You might see me at my favorite spot, the Tavern on Pine, throwing back Miller High Lifes and charming the local single and unhappily married ladies. And you might think I’m just like you, just like everybody else, living a normal life in this perfectly normal world.
But don’t let the cover story fool you.
I’m a Slayer. And the world ain’t even close to normal.
I spend my nights keeping the Creatures of Night, or Cons, in check. Sometimes that means getting my hands dirty. I stake vamps, put mutts to sleep, and slay the hell out of demons. Life’s not easy when supernatural beings are always out for your blood.
And that’s what a good week looks like.
Right now? I’ve been framed for murder. Everybody’s looking for me: Cons, the Guild, and assassins working for Asag. It’s not easy trying to clear your name while you’re on the run, but I’ve been in worse spots before.
Like that time the condom broke.
Good thing I remain a bad ass.
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