Spotlight on Coven of Desire: BADGE #ReverseHarem #PNR

Welcome to the weekend Dear Readers!
I have two posts for you today, to wrap up our look at Ellen Mint’s Coven of Desire series. First up is Badge, Book #4.
xo, Celia

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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 (prequel, #0) | CLAW (#1) | FANG (#2) | WHISPER (#3) | Badge | Wings

Book Cover for Badge by Ellen Mint

Title: Badge (#4)
Series: Coven of Desire
Author: Ellen Mint
Author: Totally Bound Publishing
Genre: Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance
Release Date: May 10, 2022
Page Count: 305
Word Count: 80K
ISBN: 978-1-83943-605-5 (Amazon)
Rating: 18+

They’ve found her.

Layla’s life is a mess. Thanks to Ink’s big mouth, Cal knows that she knows about the big red wolf and he is pissed. She can’t find a way to bring Daniel back from death. Even worse, Ink seems to think that’s the perfect time to dissolve their bond. Naturally, the second she’s abandoned by her guys, the witch hunters strike.

After yet another argument between his bond and her wolf, Ink’s grown exhausted with their arrangement. He has every intention to break their bond and return to his old hunting ways until Layla goes missing at the hands of his greatest enemy. If they harm her, he’s on a one-way trip back to hell. Enraged, Ink enlists the help of both wolf and ghost to try and track her down. But the cursed hunters have learned. Anti-demon wards cover every surface of their underground lair. His only hope to save her is by wearing a cloak of mortality. For the first time in his existence, Ink not only knows pain but the true threat of death.

When Layla arrives in the Witch Hunters’ bureau Detective Stone comes to her not with a torch but a job offer. If she doesn’t agree to work with them, then she’ll die. How will she escape from a trap-filled dungeon crammed with already captures monsters? Are her guys hunting for her, or is she truly alone? And why does Stone make her blood boil in all the wrong ways?

If she gets out of this alive, there will be hell to pay.

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I stumbled into an enclosed drinking hall, flames belching from ovens of brick and the overpowering scent of nightshade in the air. The wolf glared at me as if I walked in upon him attempting to lick his own genitals. Instead of what would be a far more appreciable sight, he sat between two humans whose muzzles were coated in a red sauce and cheese. They seemed to care little for my flustered approach, a tournament on the television far more to their liking.

Crossing faster than the eye could carry, I stopped beside the werewolf just as he rose to his feet. “Don’t call me that.” he growled.

“For what purpose?” I inquired, confused as to why he’d care what I named him.

“You know this guy, Cal?” one of the men asked. He wore a red cap while the second wore a blue. Ah, clan colors. No doubt a duel was about to commence.

The wolf stared harder at me, then he clasped his fingers to my wrist and pulled. “No,” he said, confounding me even more.

“That is a…” I gave in to his tug, not because he used all of his werewolf muscles, but because it seemed more prudent.

Tucked in a back corner beside a machine pulsing with light and tempting us to roll the digital bones, the wolf pushed me against the wall via his human digit. I rebounded quickly but held my hands up in mock defeat. “Why did you lie to them?”

“Why are you here? Are you following me?”

“Yes, my time is of so little interest, I spend my days trailing from one drunken den of debauchery to an ether-filled symposium.”

He shook his head as if a buzzing clung to his ear. I would not put it past a werewolf to attempt to devour a bee out of curiosity. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I did not see a ‘No Demons Allowed’ sign on the door. Though I must say the shirt prohibition is rather restrictive in the event of alcoholic coitus.”

“Don’t…” He pressed me tighter to the wall then glared back at his friends. The two waved their arms through the air as if they could have an effect on the teams miles away. “I am not in the mood to put up with your incubus bullshit.”

I snickered at the idea any of my skills could ever be on the level of bull feces. “And, pray tell, what mood are you in? Is it the wallowing in self-pity and hot wings mood? Or perchance the ‘woe is me, I will drown my sorrows in beer until a warm smile catches my eye’?”

The dodging gaze sharpened to one of death and he slammed both of his paws onto my shoulders. “I put up with a lot of your tongue, Ink.”

“Hardly. It’s never even touched your lips, much less…” I drew my eyes lower and jerked my brows once.

Instead of recoiling, the wolf rolled his eyes. “If that bothered me, I’d have run from her place after the first night.”

“Yes, that is the topic of conversation…” I began, but the wolf wasn’t done manhandling me. Given how he seemed unable to stop touching me, it appeared his protestations might be in vain.

“No,” Cal repeated. “I’m not dealing with this now.”

“Then when? Shall you run, as is your wont, until your paws become bloody stumps and the fleas have chewed off your fur?”

He finally retracted his grip, allowing me to adjust my shirt. Cal glared at his hands, as soft and smooth as any middle-class human’s could be. But I knew his desires nearly as well as my bond’s. Rarely sharp, lest the moon was high, but forever throbbing in the background. A sliver of white would send him chasing after her until he dragged her back to his nest. It was the black, forever circling him, that pushed him deeper and deeper into the forest. What he was chasing, I didn’t much care.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” the wolf said, clenching his fists tight.

“So people keep surmising, despite the evidence.”

“Did she send you? Why you of all people? I don’t want to talk to you. I’m not…I don’t want to talk to her.”

Petty drama between conflicting hearts was not what I needed. “Well, that’s a delightful turn for you, because she’s gone.”

All of his posturing snapped away. The gruff, closed-off werewolf transformed into the panicking boyfriend. “What are you talking about? Gone? How can Layla…?” His voice peaked to rockslide levels, directing eyes to us. Dropping it lower, he whispered against my face, “Even if she left…you’d find her. You always find her.”

“Yet I cannot,” I said, waiting for his feeble mind to catch up.

He twisted on his heels, keeping his feet planted while trying to pace with only his hips. The fangs elongated and he spat out, “How can she be gone? How can’t you find her? Did you even try?”

“Do you take me for an imbecile? Of course I tried. I pulled myself to her location, sliced apart three cars, and each time I found nothing.”

Cal wrapped his hands to my collar and raised me off my feet. In a great growl, he snarled, “Where is she?”

“Why do you think I came to find you?” I asked, swaying my feet through the air.

“Are you okay?” a soft-spoken woman asked from near the front door. She stared past the animal nearly sprouting fur to me dangling off the floor.

I gave a little wave to assure her I had this under control. “No problem,” I said. “Merely a lover’s tiff.”

Cal snorted, but he placed me back on the ground. “Is she hurt? Or worse… Who could keep her from you? I can’t even get two minutes alone with Layla.”

Hyperbole. I’d left them alone for a good half hour at a time. More than enough for him to finish his dance. Confronting the wayward boyfriend had cooled my temper and distracted me. But now, with him in agreement, the panic in my soul returned. I spoke in a dark voice. “Someone who knows how to ward off demons.”

He ceased tugging on his hair and turned his glare upon me. “You don’t mean…?”

“I think we need to find her fast, before they prepare the kindling.”


Praise for Badge

“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.” —SJ ✭✭✭✭✭

“This is an awesome paranormal romance in the Coven of Desire series. I liked it a lot! Lots of dangerous adventure, and emotional stuff from the guys.. especially Ink and Cal.” —Marianne ✭✭✭✭✭

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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