Taming Demons for Beginners (The Guild Codex: Demonized, #1)

by Annette Marie

pumpkin muffins with cream-cheese filling and cinnamon-pecan streusel topping.”

yum

When I was stressed, I overindulged in my two favorite hobbies—reading and baking. I bit into a cookie and almost moaned. Perfect. Melty, chocolaty, sweet and rich, and a touch salty. Absolute perfection.

That sounds amazing and same.

“Eshathē zh’ūltis.” He closed his eyes. “Īt eshanā zh’ūltis.” I waited to see if he would say anything comprehensible. “What does that mean?” “You are stupid … and I am stupid.”

high-nuns.”

the best kind of nuns

“He protects me in exchange for baked goods. That’s … that’s the whole contract.”

Sounds like a nice boyfriend deal

What is the difference between surrendering my will and pretending to?”

Apparently, meat from this world tasted as bad as my blood and he was going full vegetarian for the duration of his earthly visit.

we love a vegetarian guy, no matter the reason, over here

“Vh’renith!” he shouted, pumping his fist. “I killed the Dīnen et Lūsh’vēr! I killed Tahēsh of the First House!”

I really kind of like him

“Because I’m zh’ūltis,” I muttered resignedly. A corner of his mouth pulled up. “I have been telling you that.” “Yes.” “You keep disagreeing.” “I did, but you were right all along.”

“By the way, Robin,” he murmured. “The expression on your demon’s face when you called him your partner was fascinating.”

“Chocolate-dipped toffee butter cookies, salted caramel pretzel pecan cookies, red velvet and white chocolate cookies, raspberry almond shortbread cookies, and my personal favorite, marshmallow-stuffed s’more cookies.”

yes, gimme

“In my world,” he said unexpectedly, “there is a type of … tree.” I faced him again, my brow furrowed in puzzlement. “On the tree, it grows small …” He cupped his hands as though holding something. “… small fruits. The outside is poisonous, deadly, but inside is juicy and sweet. We fight over these trees. I have killed to take the fruit when it is ripe.” He picked up another s’more cookie. “These are better.”

My heart is melting

He thought my cookies were better than a fruit he’d killed to eat. My hands, submerged in soapy water, paused. I’d have to make sure no one ever tried to take food from him. It sounded dangerous.