“I was holding my breath throughout the action packed second half. Ink is a wild one.”
— Andrea B ★★★★★
“Ellen’s ability to paint steamy scenes is outstanding.”
— Angel M ★★★★★
Do you have an itch for a book with:
♡ A Relatable Heroine Struggling To Become a Nurse?
♡ Melt-Your-Panties Steamy Scenes?
♡ Action That Will Leave Your Heart Pounding?
♡ An Unforgettable Halloween Night?
This Demon Will Scratch All Those & More
Want a little taste of this hot, spooky, heart pounding new book?
“You seem…” he whispered while rolling his hands through my hair. It’d been a matted mess from a long day of school and drinking, but under his fingers the curls felt smoother and sleeker. Hot breath curled against my neck, causing me to shiver down to my toes. “…as if you require some relaxation.”
Strong fingers dug into my shoulders, kneading away the stress. A moan slipped from my lips, this stranger making fast work of unraveling the tension I’d carried since I was nine.
“Now that is music for the ages,” he said behind me. His hands released from my shoulders and flat palms caressed my weary ribcage before rounding right at the side of my breasts. Dressed in little more than an old bra and scrubs, I could nearly feel his skin on mine. It sent my heart racing.
“What’s your name?” I spat out, clinging to the idea that if I knew who he was, then it couldn’t be so pathetic. All the while, my body begged for him to touch more of me.
“Do we need names?” he asked and that pouty bottom lip caressed the shell of my ear. He didn’t bite down, didn’t lick, just placed it there telling me he could do anything at a moment’s notice.
I spun in his hands, which settled right on my hips. The fingers kept tugging on the waistband of my scrubs, this incubus slapping the elastic back and forth. “What if I need to call you? Give you directions?”
His eyes blazed as the amber shifted to fire. “That should not be a concern. But if you are wondering what to shout to the rooftops while I devour you…?”
Fuck, how did he know that?
“I believe Ink will suffice.”
“Ink?” I repeated, while staring the man up and down. “And…what are you going to do to me?”
Swooping his fingers under my shirt, he dug into the small of my back. I flew forward, his lips a breath from mine as he said, “Whatever you desire.”
The Incubus who appears in Layla’s living room calls himself Ink, but that can’t be his real name.
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