The sequel to Claw is ready to be revealed! Deserts, werewolves, a road trip with an incubus, and more wait inside.
How can Cal live when the monster remains in the mirror?
Cal is struggling. After his past unraveled into a torment that claimed nearly his whole family, how could he not be? The only good left in his life is Layla, even if she comes with a pain-in-the-haunches incubus. Dealing with Ink is one more problem he’s ignoring, until the werewolf issues he’s refused to face come for him.
A second pack is hunting him and they’re threatening his mother. Cal has no choice but to travel back to Santa Fe and confront them, or lose the last family he has left. While a road trip with Layla sounds nice, Ink has to come along, and the demon keeps driving a growing wedge between Cal and his tenuous grasp on humanity.
Cal, Ink and Layla come face to face with an enemy Cal once believed to be nothing but a myth, his claws and fangs useless against their firepower. What do they want with the witch, werewolf and demon? And, most of all, how can they be stopped?
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Layla snickered and rubbed my soggy hair. “It’s too cold out here for you. I don’t want you getting hypothermia on my account.”
Excerpt from Snow Print
With that, she faced down the field her fire cleared. A perfect circle of brown grass was flanked by the snow, the melted edges re-freezing to ice. It’d be a hard thing to explain to a person who’d never seen witch fire before.
Tossing her head back, Layla raised her hands as if she was about to conduct an orchestra. Fuck, she was hot. I could go on and on about the strike of her glowing skin against the snow, how her eyes radiated light stronger than the sun. The enchanting shape of her lips always beckoning me in. Or her hair, as purposeful and unpredictable as Layla, unbreakable and soft in the same go. But all my wolf cared about was how the fight had opened up her jacket, revealing a half canyon of cleavage.
I slipped behind her and caressed her waist. Layla didn’t drop her hands, but she leaned into me, and I pressed my body against hers. “What about you?” I whispered in her ear, letting my tongue slip so the final vowel flicked her lobe.
“I don’t have to worry about freezing. I have pants on.” Even though her words were dismissive, her tone was breathy and she shifted those jeans so her ass cradled my loins. A shudder ran through me, her fire zapping away the last of the shivers. I held tighter to her stomach pressing the full width of my palm over her as my cock sprang from its warm hole in search of another.
“Why don’t you keep me warm?”
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