Books, Writing

My Book on My Nails

To celebrate Badge nearly being released, I put my book on my nails.

Each book in the Coven of Desire Series just keeps getting better and better. if you have not begun reading the Coven of Desire series by Ellen Mint you are missing out. Cal’s obsessive brooding, affection, possessiveness and protectiveness is swoon worthy.

Ink is just EVERYTHING. He is Layla’s every fantasy and desire wrapped up in a humorous, sarcastic, sexy, protective and possessive package and lastly Daniel the ghost is a sweetheart with a heart of gold even if he doesn’t have a body. Layla is the luckiest, unluckiest girl in the world to have a Werewolf, Incubus and a Ghost as boyfriends.”


“Excuse me, sir,” he said, not in greeting but demanding attention.

I had no choice but to pause in my quest and face him. “Yes?”

“You’re gonna have to leash your dog,” he continued, refusing to draw close to the ‘dog’ that stared death through him.

“I assure you, my good man.” I draped an arm around Cal’s neck and rubbed my cheek against the fur atop his head. He tightened in my arms, wishing to rip me to pieces, but I held firm and smiled. “He is a mere pussy cat, if you will forgive the pun.”

“Don’t care what that…thing is. It has to be on a leash.”

I was tempted to inquire what precisely he would do to me if I disobeyed. But there was no time for me to make use of his handcuffs. “Very well.” I extended my hand to him and he stared blankly at me. “So you require me to do a task without providing the tools to accomplish it. Guards never change. Give me a moment.”

Turning away from him, I spotted a line of rope left dangling off the bridge overlooking the lake. A bit of luck, for once. Unknotting it, I tugged a good six feet free, then sliced off the anchor on the other end. Let it enjoy the depths of its watery grave in peace.

With a great show for the guardsman, I wound the rope around Cal’s neck. His hackles stood at attention, but he didn’t spin around and bite me. It wouldn’t have stopped my actions, but it might have given the policeman pause. “There,” I declared, standing with the bit of rope in my hand. It was fraying along the fibrous edges, barely more than an inconvenience to someone of Cal’s girth, but it gave the illusion of safety and that was enough.

“Thank you. That monster had better be registered,” he commented quickly while slipping back into his car. Strange how no one wanted to draw near the four-hundred-pound enraged wolf.

I drew my hand across Cal’s head and called out, “I shall have him properly neutered as well.”

The head slipped away fast from below my palm and teeth pressed against my wrist. The cop froze in pulling out, staring at where the wolf was trying to scissor through my bones. “Just a fun game we play together. He’s really gentle when you rub his belly right.”

Cal opened his mouth and spat me free.

I whispered to him while waving the cop away, “Do not act as if you don’t melt like a marshmallow when Layla toys with your stomach and lower parts.”

Tugging on the lead knotted to his throat, I directed Cal to resume the trail. He had no choice but to trot alongside me, the rope too short for him to take much slack. “Don’t worry, I promise…I am greatly enjoying this.”