Life is anything but when the monster remains in the mirror.
Cal is not doing well. After his past unraveled into unending torment, how could he? The one good in his life is Layla, even if she comes with a pain-in-the-haunches incubus. Dealing with Ink is just one more problem he’s content to ignore, until the werewolf problems he’s refused to face come for him.
A second pack is hunting him and they’re threatening his mother. Now Cal’s left with only the choice 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 keeps driving a growing wedge between Calvin and his tenuous grasp on humanity. With the wolf at the door, Cal could risk everything good in his life to save his mom and a surprise from his past.
“What a great addition to the series the storyline is well written and developed and worth reading. The characters have loads of great chemistry throughout the storyline.” —Elvira G ✭✭✭✭✭
“What says it when you start reading like a storm cloud? Fast and with no pause to take in some much needed air for your poor lungs?…Thank you so much for this lovely road trip with the witch, the demon, the werewolf and the nymph. I highly enjoyed it.” —Andrea B ✭✭✭✭✭
Excerpt from Fang
“It’s stress,” I whispered to myself. The old pipes groaned, slowing the water pressure to a drip, but finally the shower turned warm…then scalding. I twisted the knob, not shifting out of the spray even as my ears burned. They’d probably look funny so bright red against my white-blond hair.
I hated it. One summer, I’d spent every day I could in the cheap-ass city pool, hoping the green tint would be permanent. To finally rip away that mark. We were all stuck with the same eyes, but his hair…
Stop thinking about him. He’s dead. The cult’s…who the fuck cares. They’d gone silent as Thanksgiving became Christmas. I’d tried to keep an eye on the compound, but the sudden downfall of snow made trudging to the woods treacherous—far too easy for guards to track a man or beast in that weather.
The light shifted. I yanked my head from the downpour and was about to spin around when chilled hands cupped around my chest. She pressed her cheek flush with my back, and my rapid heartbeat calmed itself.
“I thought you might like some company,” Layla said, most of the croak gone out of her voice.
Her company was the only thing I wanted anymore. Work. School. Tests. Transformation. Eating. Sleeping—there was no joy to be found in any aspect of my life…except for Layla.
I caught her fingers wafting through my soaked chest hair and pulled them to my lips to kiss her knuckles. Her body caressed against mine, her breasts molding to my back. How I wanted to take both in my palms and tug on her nips until she squeaked. The tuft of her pubic hair grazed my ass and a moan slipped free.
The wolf knew her body’s reactions. It smelled the flush of her skin dewing in arousal. It heard her heartbeat picking up in tempo, the micro-gasps that made no sound to the human ear.
I spun so fast water beads whipped off in all directions. A groggy smile clung to her lips, the humid shower highlighting the petal-pink color against the tawny hue of her skin. Dew drops beaded across her entire body that kicked off a pant in my throat. But it was her eyes that ensnared me, wide in her face and so round they almost looked like perfect spheres. I was entranced with them, with the deep brown color that bore a trace of green in the bright summer light and her dark lashes that brushed to the sides naturally like curtains before a work of art.
“You’re so damn…” I said, but the words in my throat garbled to a growl. I dove for her lips while focusing on her eyes. The jolt of surprise in her irises was eclipsed by hunger, the slow flutter of her lids slipping closed as she folded her hands around my neck and tugged me closer.
Every lingering taste from my dream vanished, my mouth flooding with only Layla. I pressed her pillowy lips open and plunged my tongue inside, needing more of her. All of her. She tugged on my hair, guiding me to kiss her harder than before.
Nip her. Scrape your teeth down her throat. Bite right at the top of her breast until she squeals in delight.
My hand cupped to her neck, causing Layla to break off the kiss. Those wide, beautiful eyes hooded and she turned her jaw to the side. An invitation.
Yes. Bite her. She’ll cream from it.
Running my nose against the hollow behind her ear and down, I trailed my lips to her throat…and placed a soft kiss instead. Layla giggled in delight, while the wolf inside me pouted. It’d had enough attention already.
Cupping my hands to the side of her face, I scattered the water droplets on her forehead with my thumbs. “How can you be so beautiful the second you wake up?”
She snorted at that. “You are a terrible liar.”
“No. I’m painfully…” I swept my palms over her breasts, my body jerking at the moan slipping from her lips. “Awkwardly…” My hips twitched, the need to thrust sending my cock pulsing into her belly. Fuck. Stars shattered in my eyes, telling me this wasn’t going to be a slow and gentle session.
Layla tossed her head back, her spirals of hair flattening against the shower tile. Another moan from her kicked off one in me.
I dove to her lips, about to press a kiss when I whispered, “Honest.”