“I was holding my breath throughout the action packed second half of the book. I wasn’t expecting that at all. The first half was VERY steamy. Ink is a wild one.”
Layla wakes at midnight on Halloween to find a strange man standing in her living room. He says his name is Ink and he’s an incubus there to answer her every desire. How did he get there, and what does he really want?
Hands cinched to my waist, Ink lifted me into the air. I couldn’t think, my brain screaming in impotent rage at the stranger physically carrying me around my damn apartment. My back struck the wall, shaking an old poster of the Eiffel tower. Those strong palms capable of hefting me by my hips slapped to the side of my face.
He drifted closer, hips first. His tiny pair of satin briefs caressed the pants of my roomy scrubs. Even with all that cheap polyester between us, I could feel his cock straining from its prison.
Amber fire flickered in his deep-set eyes, which peered through me as if he could read my soul. I dug my toes in to keep from quivering in both fear and exhilaration. My brain wanted me out of there, but my body begged to grab his ass and haul my birthday gift to me.
Ink smiled and raised a single thumb. Was he trying to tell me I was doing a fantastic job? Before I could ask what that meant, he brushed it against my Cupid’s bow and down. My lips parted, a pant building in my lungs, and my tongue tried to slip out like it had intentions of wrapping around his thumb. Or other things.
But his thumb continued lower, the trace of his fingerprint caressing the hollow of my throat and down my sternum. What was he going to do? What did he want?
I glanced up at him, his lips glistening from a powerful breath, and one thought bounced through my brain. Kiss me.
A fist clamped around my hair, yanking the curls down until I was forced to stare up at him. The pull stung but there was no pain, only a tingle ringing through me.
Chuckling in his deep baritone, Ink circled his other hand around my jaw and leaned down. With his forehead pressing to mine, he whispered, “You’re going to be fun.”
His lips overpowered mine. No fumbling, no cautious touch. They moved as if they knew precisely where to be, exactly the right amount of pressure, and his tongue… Fuck, that thing knotted up like a Cirque acrobat. Heat rampaged through me at the taste of him. Smoke on a midnight row across a lake, fog drifting through the dewy morning, the impenetrable darkness of a forest never conquered.
I kissed him and raked my nails from his wrists down those imposing biceps. Rolling my tongue with his, I imagined it was our naked bodies wrapped together instead.
“Bite me,” Ink ordered, causing me to rear back. How did he…? Ink winked his eyes of fire down at me. “I know you want to.”
Picking up his wrist, I weighed the implications in my mind. This was something I only did with long-term boyfriends who weren’t freaked out by it. So…one. Still, I turned the sweet-smelling flesh in my fingers and stared at the map of veins. They looked strangely red, the thin skin calling to an animalistic part of me.
“What are you waiting for?” the prostitute in my apartment goaded. Was he getting that into it or did he want to clock out already?
I tried to shake away the pathetic circumstances that had brought us together, and—putting on my sultry voice—purred, “Only if you bite me too.”
Tugging via my hair, he positioned my neck so it lay exposed to him, like that of the quintessential maiden about to be taken by the vampire. I steeled myself for a rough bite, but Ink swept the fullness of his palm across my skin. Goosebumps rose in its wake and he leaned down.
All Layla wanted was to spend her Halloween birthday alone. She never expected a nearly naked man in a red thong to appear out of nowhere in her living room. He calls himself Ink and insists he’s an incubus bound to her. Not about to fall for that, she plans to toss him out on his shiny butt when she remembers her friends kept hinting at a late birthday present. Layla fears they got her one hot session with a man built for sex. And it’s not nice to return a gift without trying it out…
In this steamy prequel to a paranormal reverse harem series, Layla learns that her entire life has been a lie and that sometimes a man who wants to answer her every desire is exactly what he appears to be.
“Layla is hilarious, quirky, and adorable. And Ink? Damn that man is sin on legs.”
“Ellen kept me smiling and wanting to laugh out loud with Layla’s reactions to Ink’s revelations. Ellen’s ability to paint steamy scenes while keeping it clean is outstanding.”
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