Spotlight on #Paranormal #ReverseHarem: Ellen Mint’s Coven of Desire Series
Hi Everyone!
Hope you had a fun Halloween! Let’s start off November with this PNR series by author, queen of awesome multi-author giveaways, and all-around lovely person Ellen Mint. There are six books in her Coven of Desire series, starting with Ink. I’ll be presenting the books one by one on the blog for the next several days. Read on now for details and an excerpt from INK.
Enjoy!
xo, Celia
About the Series
Layla thought she was nothing more than a nursing student drowning in debt. Her entire life upended itself on her twenty-fifth birthday when an incubus appeared in her living room. One spell book only she can read, a demon bound to her soul, and a family destiny dropped on her head.
Can a witch get a break?
As she studies the witchcraft entwined with her DNA, she stumbles upon dangerously hot men. Men that aren’t as human as they first appeared. But when she has to square off against a force that scares demons and angels, she’s going to need all the help she can get—both in and out of bed.
Coven of Desire is a paranormal reverse harem that ramps up the heat and body count with each book.
SERIES ORDER: Ink | Claw | Fang | Whisper | Badge | Wings
Title: Ink: Some Like It Haunted (#0)
Series: Coven of Desire
Author: Ellen Mint
Author: Totally Bound Publishing
Genre: Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance
Release Date: October 20, 2020
Page Count: 80
Word Count: 20K
ISBN: 978-1-83943-442-6 (Amazon)
Rating: 18+
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.
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INK – EXCERPT
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.
[…]
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 […]. Those dark eyes rolled back into his head and he shook his black hair while moaning.
[…] 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.”
Praise for Ink
“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 ✭✭✭✭✭
About Ellen Mint
Ellen Mint adores the adorkable heroes who charm with their shy smiles and heroines that pack a punch. She has a needy black lab named after Granny Weatherwax from Discworld. Sadly, her dog is more of a Magrat.
When she’s not writing imposing incubi or saucy aliens, she does silly things like make a tiny library full of her books. Her background is in genetics and she married a food scientist so the two of them nerd out over things like gut bacteria. She also loves gaming, particularly some of the bigger RPG titles. If you want to get her talking for hours, just bring up Dragon Age.
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