Happy Fang Release Day!
The second book in Coven of Desire is here.
WANT TO HELP ME CELEBRATE? CELEBRATE! DANCE TO THE MUSIC!
My new book baby can really use your help. If you can, it’d mean the world to me if you could do any of the following.
- Retweet my Announcement Tweet (one person will win an Ink sticker and wolf necklace)
- Share my Facebook Announcement Post (one person will win an Ink sticker and wolf necklace)
- Add Fang & Claw to your Bookbub Wishlist
- Add Fang & Claw to your TBR pile on Goodreads
- Leave a Review (If you’ve read the book, or you’re precognizant)
- On May 28th, Visit Me at Dangerously Dark Darlings for an Author On The Couch
- Have Some Ice Cream and Pie
GIVEAWAY!
To Celebrate FANG, my publisher is hosting a giveaway. One winner will receive:
- A Wolf Silhouette Necklace
- A Spell Book Journal for the Witch on the Go
- A Mint Lip-Plumping Gloss
- A Signed Copy of Claw
- & My Coven of Desire Stickers
Whisper, the third book in the Coven of Desire series, is coming October 25th.
Enjoy this unedited sneak peek of Whisper where Ink finally joins Layla & Cal in bed.
Ink’s lips lifted into his trademark knowing smirk. Clasping his fingers to my hair, the demon pulled me to him for a kiss that struck a match down the entire length of me. “I do believe,” he whispered, forming every word so his lips caressed and swept over my mouth. Slowly, he worked his way along my jaw, adding a flick of his tongue to punctuate his sentence. “It is my duty.”
With the tip of his tongue, Ink licked back down the hollow of my ear. “To set your heart ablaze.”
He raised the hand on my hip to bunch the failing elastic on my shorts. It let his fingers fall down the curve, Ink tracing the line that went from thigh to…oh my! I strained higher, trying to encourage his fingers. Instead of Ink gasping in delight, the moan came from behind.
Damn it. How did I forget Cal was right there? Because Ink knew how to push every button inside of me, and all of them led to sex. “Wait.” I reached to catch his wrist before he tugged down my shorts.
“Whatever for?” A laugh trilled with his baritone words in an erotic harmony.
I had to take a breath to calm the buzzing in my veins before I could respond. “Cal’s back there.”
“And?” He caught my chin in his hand and pulled me to his lips. Another wave of blinding lust swept over me. What if I left the bed? There was the couch in the living room. Ink and I could…
A hand curled under my breast that couldn’t belong to Ink’s as the demon was busy elsewhere. It kneaded through the thinning camisole, fingers pinching my nipple until I arched my spine. Cal moaned, his toying with my breast increasing as he started to grind his hips.
“The beast awakens,” Ink said.
Teeth bit down on my shoulder, the seal pinching tight and radiating a cascade of pain quickly surpassed by pleasure. I pointed my toes, marinating in the rush as Cal opened his mouth wide and clamped down again. Ink caught my wayward leg by wrapping his palm around my thigh.
Flames sparkled in his eyes and he waggled his brows. Worrying his grip back and forth over my thigh, Ink shifted his hand toward my knee. “I believe we no longer need suffer the impunity of these pantaloons. What say you, dog?”
Cal licked his tongue up the full length of my neck. He burrowed his nose in the hollow of my ear and gripped to the wayward ‘pantaloons.’ While running his wet lips along my ear, he latched strong fingers onto the waistband and tugged down. I wiggled to help, but Cal propped my hip up off the bed with his knee.
He abandoned the shorts to Ink when they only reached my lower thigh. Cal was too busy dragging the full spread of his nails up my skin. Goosebumps trailed his touch, causing a moan to rise in my throat. My mouth opened, needing to release it, when Cal simultaneously lunged forward with both tongue and finger. The first twirled in my mouth while the second plunged deep inside.
Even with my werewolf boyfriend’s tongue sweeping over mine, I let loose a cry of feral hunger. He crooked his finger inside of me, not thrusting, but searching, sweeping for that little inner nub that made me go delirious. All the while, Ink tossed away my shorts and gripped to my ankle.
Before I could breathe, he lifted my leg high, spreading me half-eagle while pinning me on my side. With a gleam, he passed my leg back to Cal, who bent it toward him. I wanted to yelp in shock at the strain, but the incubus suddenly appeared before me. Tipping me to face him, Ink smiled wickedly.
Cal’s finger solo became a duet, his thumb taking the lead on my clit. Another moan rose from my toes and Ink drew his impressive cock down my belly. He nipped along my jaw, increasing the pressure with every thrust of his hips. I reached out with my only free hand, cupping and kneading the bubbly asscheek of my incubus.
“How badly you want to bite it,” Ink whispered, his hot, brimstone breath caressing down my ear. It wasn’t a question. He never had to ask me anything. “But I believe…” His smile twisted to a devious grin. “…you desire an impaling more.”
Ellen Mint 