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This Whisper’s For You


The third book in the Coven of Desire series, Whisper is set in a haunted library, adds a new guy to the coven and complicates Layla’s life even more than she thought possible.

Hot? Check. Romantic? Double check. Alive? Well…

Balancing school, work and two boyfriends is draining enough, but Layla is drowning in her witchcraft duties—literally. Monsters that she has to stop are flocking to her city and she thinks she knows why. But her impetuous incubus and winsome werewolf don’t believe her wild theory.

Spring break gives Layla time away from anatomy tests, but sends her to the public library in her quest to uncover the truth about the illusive Mr. White. She doesn’t know where to start until a mysterious stranger drops a book at her feet. Curious about the attractive man with a punk edge, Layla tries to chase after him, only for her hand to go straight through his shoulder.

Daniel Lu is not the drop-dead gorgeous librarian helping wayward students. He actually dropped dead five years before Layla was born. This wayward ghost forced to haunt the library needs her help to find his killer. Hunting down that man that shot Daniel thirty years ago leads Layla on a wild chase through the city and into the sights of a creature that could kill her with a snap of its claws.

She’s willing to risk it all to help the charming and well-read Daniel even while Ink laughs at her caring about a ghost. What kind of fool would fall for someone who’s little more than a whisper in the dark?


Series Order

Steamy Excerpt from Whisper

Another cold wind piercing through my apartment walls sent me scurrying deeper into Cal’s snare. As I did so, a stiff morning surprise didn’t so much brush my ass as try to burrow inside. Even with my cotton sleep shorts on, Cal moaned like I’d taken his cock in my mouth. I arched my back, tempted to see if I could wake him with just a shake of my ass.

Closing my eyes, I tried to will back that flush of desire. Sleep was far more important than…

Fingers brushed through my hair and the whole of the bed buckled. I started to fall face forward and opened my eyes in shock, only for a smirk and a fiery gaze to greet me. “Morning, my bond,” Ink whispered.

The demon lay on the last scrap of my queen-sized bed, sandwiching me between him and Cal. I started to rear back in shock at a man randomly appearing, only for Ink to hook his palm behind the back of my head and wrap the other around my hip. He pinned me in place. “Your heart’s gone aflutter,” he said with his intoxicating lips.

It wasn’t only the dripping words that did me in, though he could spin the charm when he wanted. When I watched consonants wrap around his lips, the bottom puckering into an almost-kiss, my mind numbed. With the vowels, his cupid’s bow sculpting to a point, my body lit on fire. I ached for him to cover my body in his words.

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 worn 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?”


1 thought on “This Whisper’s For You”

  1. And thus starts the scene that almost melted my kindle! Phew! Now this is what I was waiting for! Hot passion with her multiple men–I want to be Layla! LOL.


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