imPerfect Hunt by Cn Rowan

imPerfect Hunt by Cn Rowan

At last—a warm trail, winding through blood, bones, and long-dead kings. The hunt is on.

Back in Toulouse, and for once, we have the upper hand. Our enemy has no idea I’ve slipped out of his Faerie-made trap, and thanks to the unearthed remains of a certain hunchbacked English king, we’ve got a solid lead.

He’s out there. We’re on his heels. And he doesn’t even know it.

But things are never that simple. Hob kings, goth vampires, and double-crossing bastards are lining up to ruin our day—and that’s just the beginning.

To make it back to France alive, we’ll need magic, muscle, and brains.

Two out of three’ll have to do.

Because if we slip up now, the hunter becomes the hunted.

imPerfect Hunt is a darkly funny supernatural suspense mystery that spans the south of France, England, and Paris. Expect dark humour, graphic violence, and a trail paved in chaos.

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Praise for The imPerfect Cathar Series:

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Original, amusing and a real adventure.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Another perfectly crafted story filled with despair, humour, horror, love, friendship, and hope.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ This series has been absolutely gripping.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ The humour is off the charts.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ This is a brilliant page turning series that has me addicted.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ What a unique twist on the urban fantasy genre!

C.N. Rowan (“Call me C.N., Mr. Rowan was my father”) is the Award-winning author of the imPerfect Cathar series. It’s been a strange, unbelievable journey to arrive at the point where these books are going to be released into the wild, like rare, near-extinct animals being returned to their natural habitat, already wondering where they’re going to nick cigarettes from on the plains of Africa, the way they used to from the zookeeper’s overalls. Rowan came originally from Leicester, England. Somehow escaping its terrible, terrible clutches (only joking, he’s a proud Midlander really), he has wound up living in the South-West of France for his sins. Only, not for his sins. Otherwise, he’d have ended up living somewhere really dreadful. Like Leicester. (Again – joking, he really does love Leicester. He knows Leicester can take a joke. Unlike some of those other cities. Looking at you, Slough.)

With multiple weird strings to his bow, all of which are made of tooth-floss and liable to snap if you tried to use them to do anything as adventurous as shooting an arrow, he’s done all sorts of odd things, from running a hiphop record label (including featuring himself as rapper) to hustling disability living aids on the mean streets of Syston. He’s particularly proud of the work he’s done managing and recording several French hiphop acts, and is currently awaiting confirmation of wild rumours he might get a Gold Disc for a song he recorded and mixed.