One bad boy demon for her birthday…
All Layla wanted was to spend her Halloween birthday alone. She never expected a nearly naked man in a red thong to appear out of nowhere in her living room. He calls himself Ink and insists he’s an incubus bound to her. Not about to fall for that, she plans to toss him out on his shiny butt when she remembers her friends kept hinting at a late birthday present. Layla fears they got her one hot session with a man built for sex. And it’s not nice to return a gift without trying it out…
In this steamy prequel to a paranormal reverse harem series, Layla learns that her entire life has been a lie and that sometimes a man who wants to answer her every desire is exactly what he appears to be.
Reviews
“Surprises just keep coming, along with a deal with a demon and magical mayhem and danger. Full of magical creatures, suspense, and chaos, he must help her for both of their lives depend on it!” — Annette A ✭✭✭✭✭
“Ellen kept me smiling and wanting to laugh out loud with Layla’s reactions to Ink’s revelations. Ellen’s ability to paint steamy scenes while keeping it clean is outstanding.” — Angel M ✭✭✭✭✭
“Our FMC was a real girl working and trying to enjoy her seemingly normal life only to have Ink pop in for a rude but oh so sexy awakening. I’m dying for more.” —Jeri M ✭✭✭✭✭
“Layla is hilarious, quirky, and adorable. And Ink? Damn that man is sin on legs.” —Beatriz P ✭✭✭✭✭
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Excerpt from Ink
In the process of righting my eyes, I caught a flash of light breaking from the living room. It kept strobing as if a lightning storm had crashed on my futon. If I wasn’t partially hungover and drunk at the same time, I’d like to think I’d have done the smart thing. Called the cops, called the building manager, grabbed a weapon. Not walked out into the weird lights and sounds armed only with my exhausted hand on my hip.
As I stepped into the hallway, noting that my front door was still closed, a shadow crawled across the wall. It looked like a man rising to his feet when a pair of giant bird wings erupted from behind his back. They stretched wide, every shadowy feather straining as if this intruder were about to fly.
Did I turn around, grab my phone and wait for the police to sort this out?
Of course not. I ran straight into my living room and my jaw hit the floor.
It wasn’t because a giant bird flew into my apartment and flapped about in pain. Or that one of my old angel costumes from a past Halloween had come to life and started dancing around. No, this was even weirder.
A gorgeous man with sun-kissed skin stood on my yoga mat. His hair was lush and reached his collarbones. His very exposed and cut collarbones. Which drew my eye lower down the rest of his body.
I could have offered to check him for moles for how naked he was. His chest glistened the only way hairless skin could, which he had puffed out to display his impressive pecs. A single line of dark hair revived itself under his labyrinth of abs. I tried to count them but lost track as I followed the treasure trail down to a pair of red satin briefs that barely covered his shame.
And it wasn’t just because the fabric was tiny enough it revealed nearly his full bush to the world. No, whatever pipe he was swinging bulged so tight below his underwear it looked like it was vacuum packed for easy transport.
What if that wasn’t the full show he had?
What the hell is wrong with me?
I lashed out with my hand and snatched up the first thing I could…which happened to be a pillar candle. Waving it about as if it were a club, I shouted, “Who the fuck are you?!”
The man laughed, his voice that deep ‘roll through every nerve in my body’ baritone. “Highly accurate,” he said, raising and lowering his sharp eyebrows while a smile perched on his lips.
I shook the candle around, prepared to attack him if he didn’t give me an answer. The stranger eyed it up, then said, “I am your incubus.”
“What?”
“And I must say…” He placed a hand to his ab-alicious stomach and peered down. “I quite like your preferences. Ooh.” His hand slipped under his red briefs and he started to jerk his hand along his full cock. Those dark eyes rolled back into his head and he shook his black hair while moaning.
I could nearly see the tip peeking above his underwear, his large hand yanking the waistband lower and lower. My toes raised my body up, trying to get me a better view, when I scowled. “Stop that!” I shouted as much at him as my own train-wreck libido.
The man pulled his hand away instantly then extended both out as if I had him at my mercy. Ha. Sure.
“Let’s start again. Who are you?”
His infectious smile wavered, drawing my attention to how hawk-like his features were without the raised cheeks of a grin. I clenched my toes, afraid of what his anger would bring, but any ire snapped away in an instant. “I am yours, Layla. What more need be said?”
“Mine? How the shit are you mine? I’ve never seen you before in my life!” I shouted again, still brandishing the candle. To my surprise, he kept acting like it was a real threat to him.
His eyes stayed steady on the sweet pea pillar while he spoke. “I am here to answer your every desire.”
Ellen Mint 