Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
This excerpt is from the upcoming Coven of Desire book, Scales. Ink, Cal, and Danie have stopped on the road trip to gas up, stretch, and bicker.
Can we keep it chill until then?”
“Hm.” I ran a palm down my toned and sleek body—the mountainous pecs, the multitudinous abs. “I’m afraid I am only capable of being scorching.”
The ghost, who—thanks to his ectoplasmic predicament—was eternally chill, gawped at me. “I don’t know how you weren’t banished to hell ten days into existence.”
“With this ass—” I slapped said accoutrement in his direction. “—who could hate me?”
Ellen Mint 