Book Blitz & Excerpt: Claw + Giveaway

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Claw
Coven of Desire, #1
by Ellen Mint
Genre: Reverse Harem, Paranormal
Publisher: Totally Bound
Date of Publication: March 16th
ISBN: 978-1-83943-489-1
Number of pages: 308
Word Count: 76,000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill 

He’s not your typical werewolf-next-door.

 
Layla didn’t count on a sex demon appearing in her living room. Nor did she expect to find she’s a witch, tasked with protecting the mortal realm. And now her friend, fellow nursing student and impossible crush could be a potential killer? 
 
She’s silently lusted after Cal for a year, knowing a guy that hot, sweet, and kind wouldn’t look twice at her. All their flirting was innocent and went nowhere, until Ink—the incubus bound to her—ran into her life and bed. Next thing she knows, Cal’s growling at her while Ink flirts, and women are being ripped apart by wild animals. Couldn’t the murder monster mystery wait until after finals?
 
She wanted to be a nurse, not a paranormal investigator, but Layla has no choice. Apparently only witches can stop these creatures that she didn’t even know existed a month ago. But the deeper she digs, the more it looks like Cal’s deep in the middle of it all. How can she save her friend from the claws of a cult, keep her sex-craved demon happy and find a way to let both into her heart or bed?
 

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Everyone who buys a copy of Claw at First for Romance will receive the short story Retail Hell free at First For Romance. 

Set between the events of Ink and Claw in the Coven of Desire series, Layla’s workday from hell is interrupted by her personal sex demon. 

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Excerpt:

“Please,” I whispered, praying there was a single note of compassion remaining inside the animal.

The icy gaze darted behind me. “You almost fell,” he said, drawing me to find the stack of crates I’d nearly crashed onto.

I wished that reassured me, that I wasn’t still staring deep into the eyes of a potential crazed animal, but he didn’t release his hold on my face. Cal raised his other hand, the fingers extended as if he expected claws to be on them. The palm drifted closer, my heart thundering for fear of where it was heading. To pierce my ribcage? Pry out my heart? Rip off an arm?

When it settled on my hip, I felt a macabre sense of disappointment. Until Calvin, always sweet but distant Calvin, brushed the full pad of his palm over my ass. A deep rumble rolled from his chest, which kept rising higher.

“Let me leave,” I whispered.

That killed his growl, his head shooting up and the eyes opening in surprise. But as he circled his lips with his tongue—which I’d never noticed was so long before—Calvin flexed his hold on me.

Oh god! I stumbled backward, my hands flying to find anything to grab. One latched on to his forearm, the arm with the fingers attached to my face. I could dig my own claws in, see if that shook him off.

But I’d found his den, sussed out his secret. No chance he’d let me walk away now.

“Ah!” I gasped, my back striking the wall. A picture frame jabbed into me, but I wasn’t in a position to complain. Cal pressed closer, first almost shoving his chest into mine, then his hips. His hand remained clamped over my chin. I kept picturing it sliding down to my throat to cut off my air. But he didn’t move it even while leaning nearer until he grazed the edge of my jaw with his teeth.

Shit. My legs wouldn’t stop trembling, my body wanting to fall to the ground and scamper away. But not all of it. Even as I hung on to his arm, my fingers toyed with the hard muscle clinging to me. With every swipe of his hips, the undeniable surge in his pants grew.

“Layla.” Calvin whispered my name as though he recognized me from across the street. I turned to him and he plunged his famished mouth over mine. Inescapable heat pulsed through me, Cal’s lips a hard snarl aching to own me. But the longer he kissed me, the softer they became. Almost tender and gentle, he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I answered back with mine. My body hummed with anticipation, my mind pleading for more. For me to taste all of him.

Loss. It flooded my senses and I opened my eyes to watch Calvin break off the kiss. His hand slipped from my face, though the other remained cradling my ass. Slowly, he licked his lips, causing a smile to twist across them. But he shook it off and said in a ragged voice, “You can go.”

“What?” I lost all focus, my head whipping to the side to see he’d kissed me right next to the door. He’d brought me to the door.

Calvin pulled in a slow breath and his smile turned winsome. “You asked to leave.”

Yes. I needed to get out. He could be a murderer. Except he’d been here that night…literally chained up. He’d chained himself up? To keep others safe? My heart fluttered at the idea and Calvin slunk back. He swiped at his neck like it was tough for him to breathe after our kiss. It tugged the sweater down, revealing a handful of blond chest hair begging to be freed.

He’s a werewolf.

Well, nobody’s perfect.

I fisted his hair, tugging his lips to mine while flattening my body against his. Cal grabbed on to my shirt and lifted it. But I wouldn’t stop kissing him, my lips craving his, my hands needing to run the length of his terrain. I worked under his sweater and swept my palm up his stomach. Abs, a tuft of soft hair, and…

Cal grabbed my arms by the wrists and raised them above my head. Our kiss broke, leaving me staring across the narrow gap into his burning ice eyes. He pulled in a breath, straining the knit weave of his sweater across his flexing muscles.

Locking my wrists together in one palm, he yanked my shirt up to my elbows. Only that blur of cotton broke our stare. Electricity crackled in the space between us. I watched Cal pull in air in anticipation of a marathon.

He unleashed my wrists, letting them drop to my sides as my shirt flew into the circular staircase. The energy was building, every micro-shift in my body zapping a strike from me to him, or vice versa. I felt them not as pain, but a shiver across my skin that I’d never known before.

“Gonna show me the goods, wolfman?” I asked, placing a hand to my hip.

 

About the Author:

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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Book BLitz & Excerpt: All Shot to Hell + Giveaway

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Title: All Shot to Hell (Sin Demons #3)
Author: Harper A. Brooks & Mila Young
Genre: Paranormal Reverse Harem
Editor: Dara Horcasitas
Cover Designer: Phoenix Premade Designs
Publication Date: February 25th, 2021
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:

Playing devil’s advocate with three demons? There’s no way I am ever going to win.

Things were finally going right for us. We got the relics back. We defeated the dragon. I thought we’d won. But we’ve ended up losing so much more…

Cain’s severely wounded, and I don’t know how to save him. Losing him shouldn’t bother me, but it does. A lot.

Elias and Dorian have a plan: seek out help from people who wield the darkest and cruelest of magic. We soon find that the only one with enough power to bring the Prince of Hell back from death is a master of death itself. But nothing can be done for free and the price has us traveling across the world and facing a slew of new dangers, ones none of us are prepared for.

Even with everything shot to hell, the demons remain a constant temptation I don’t need. Being with them only seems to fan the flames, but letting me go depends on finding all of Hell’s relics.

And if I’m being honest, I’m not sure what I’ll do once my soul is freed.

 

 

Harper A. Brooks lives in a small town on the New Jersey shore. Even though classic authors have always filled her bookshelves, she finds her writing muse drawn to the dark, magical, and romantic. But when she isn’t creating entire worlds with sexy shifters or legendary love stories, you can find her either with a good cup of coffee in hand or at home snuggling with her furry, four-legged son, Sammy.

She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance.

RONE Award Winner

USA TODAY Bestselling Author

International Bestselling Author

Author Links:

Amazon | Twitter | Goodreads | Website

Instagram | Facebook | Bookbub | Reader Group

Bestselling Author, Mila Young tackles everything with the zeal and bravado of the fairytale heroes she grew up reading about. She slays monsters, real and imaginary, like there’s no tomorrow. By day she rocks a keyboard as a marketing extraordinaire. At night she battles with her mighty pen-sword, creating fairytale retellings, and sexy ever after tales. In her spare time, she loves pretending she’s a mighty warrior, cuddling up with her cats, and devouring every fantasy tale she can get her pinkies on.

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Website | Goodreads | Bookbub | Amazon

Chapter One

Aria

Seconds feel like hours. My chest is wound so tight, every breath in is needle sharp and painful but I can’t move. Can’t even think straight as I stare at Cain’s slumped body and his blood darkening the ground around him.

Before I could fully process what was happening, Dorian’s arms wrap around me and he’s lifting me off the ground. We’re running through the shipment yard so fast, the frigid cold air bites at my face and ears. Fear crawls through my chest as the distance between us and Cain grows. There’s no way we could just leave him.

“Elias has him,” Dorian says as if reading my thoughts, and at that second, Elias appears around a metal container, racing after us with Cain in his arms.

When we make it to the Town Car, Dorian opens the back door and then the front. “You’re going to have to sit on my lap for this drive, little girl.”

I’m still having a hard time finding my voice, so I only nod. He slides into the front seat near the driver and pulls me in close. Right then, Elias appears and lays Cain into the back seat, only to climb inside after him.

The door isn’t even closed when Dorian barks at the driver, “Step on it, Holmes.” And as if the older man’s dealt with situations like this before, he punches the gas pedal and we speed away.

Peeking over Dorian’s shoulder and into the back seat, I gasp in horror. Cain’s wounds look even worse this close. His skin is ghostly pale from the bloodloss, almost translucent, and his eyes are closed. I stare at his chest for any movement to hint that he could be alive but see none.

“Is-Is he breathing?” I ask, my voice coming out in a fearful squeak.

Dorian guides my face to look at him instead. “He’s going to be okay.”

But even I can hear the slight waver to his words. He isn’t so sure either.

Elias and Dorian exchange weighted looks, and my stomach sinks. Losing Cain just isn’t an option. It isn’t.

With his hands firmly on my hips, Dorian twists me to face forward again. “We are almost home,” he says to me as if all we need is to step one foot in the mansion and Cain would be right-as-rain again. As if it’s that simple.

“It’s coming… It’s coming…” a soft voice sings.

I glance down at the box in my hands, almost forgetting I was even holding it still. It vibrates in my grasp, and the relics’ eerie and muted song wafts through its seal and lock.

Since no one else has reacted to the sad drum beat or creepy lyrics, it seems only I can hear the strange music, like before. I lean in closer.

“It’s coming… Coming… Coming…”

Coming? What’s coming? I don’t understand.

As if understanding my thoughts, the relics continue their singing. “Death… Death… Death…”

Icy cold dread snakes up my spine.

Are they talking about Cain?

 

Book Blitz & Excerpt: All Shot to Hell, by Harper A. Brooks & Mila Young

ALL SHOT TO HELL POB BANNER

Title: All Shot to Hell
(Sin Demons #3)
Author: Harper A. Brooks & Mila Young
Genre: Paranormal Reverse Harem
Editor: Dara Horcasitas
Cover Designer: Phoenix Premade Designs
Publication Date: February 25th, 2021
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:

Playing devil’s advocate with three demons?
There’s no way I am ever going to win.

Things were finally going right for us. We got the relics back. We defeated the dragon. I thought we’d won. But we’ve ended up losing so much more… 

Cain’s severely wounded, and I don’t know how to save him. Losing him shouldn’t bother me, but it does. A lot.

Elias and Dorian have a plan: seek out help from people who wield the darkest and cruelest of magic. We soon find that the only one with enough power to bring the Prince of Hell back from death is a master of death itself. But nothing can be done for free and the price has us traveling across the world and facing a slew of new dangers, ones none of us are prepared for.

Even with everything shot to hell, the demons remain a constant temptation I don’t need. Being with them only seems to fan the flames, but letting me go depends on finding all of Hell’s relics. 

And if I’m being honest, I’m not sure what I’ll do once my soul is freed.

 

Harper A. Brooks lives in a small town on the New Jersey shore. Even though classic authors have always filled her bookshelves, she finds her writing muse drawn to the dark, magical, and romantic. But when she isn’t creating entire worlds with sexy shifters or legendary love stories, you can find her either with a good cup of coffee in hand or at home snuggling with her furry, four-legged son, Sammy.

She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance.

RONE Award Winner

USA TODAY Bestselling Author

International Bestselling Author

Author Links:

Amazon | Twitter | Goodreads | Website

Instagram | Facebook | Bookbub | Reader Group

Bestselling Author, Mila Young tackles everything with the zeal and bravado of the fairytale heroes she grew up reading about. She slays monsters, real and imaginary, like there’s no tomorrow. By day she rocks a keyboard as a marketing extraordinaire. At night she battles with her mighty pen-sword, creating fairytale retellings, and sexy ever after tales. In her spare time, she loves pretending she’s a mighty warrior, cuddling up with her cats, and devouring every fantasy tale she can get her pinkies on.

Author Links:

Facebook | ReaderGroup | Twitter | Instagram

Website | Goodreads | Bookbub | Amazon

 

 

Chapter One

Aria

Seconds feel like hours. My chest is wound so tight, every breath in is needle sharp and painful but I can’t move. Can’t even think straight as I stare at Cain’s
slumped body and his blood darkening the ground around him.

Before I could fully process what was happening, Dorian’s arms wrap around me and he’s lifting me off the ground. We’re running through the shipment yard so fast, the frigid cold air bites at my face and ears. Fear crawls through my chest as the distance between us and Cain grows. There’s no way we could just leave him.

“Elias has him,” Dorian says as if reading my thoughts, and at that second, Elias appears around a metal container, racing after us with Cain in his arms.

When we make it to the Town Car, Dorian opens the back door and then the front. “You’re going to have to sit on my lap for this drive, little girl.”

I’m still having a hard time finding my voice, so I only nod. He slides into the front seat near the driver and pulls me in close. Right then, Elias appears and lays Cain into the back seat, only to climb inside after him.

The door isn’t even closed when Dorian barks at the driver, “Step on it, Holmes.” And as if the older man’s dealt with situations like this before, he punches the gas pedal and we speed away.

Peeking over Dorian’s shoulder and into the back seat, I gasp in horror. Cain’s wounds look even worse this close. His skin is ghostly pale from the bloodloss, almost translucent, and his eyes are closed. I stare at his chest for any movement to hint that he could be alive but see none.

“Is-Is he breathing?” I ask, my voice coming out in a fearful squeak.

Dorian guides my face to look at him instead. “He’s going to be okay.”

But even I can hear the slight waver to his words. He isn’t so sure either.

Elias and Dorian exchange weighted looks, and my stomach sinks. Losing Cain just isn’t an option. It isn’t.

With his hands firmly on my hips, Dorian twists me to face forward again. “We are almost home,” he says to me as if all we need is to step one foot in the mansion and Cain would be right-as-rain again. As if it’s that simple.

“It’s coming…It’s coming…” a soft voice sings.

I glance down at the box in my hands, almost forgetting I was even holding it still. It vibrates in my grasp, and the relics’ eerie and muted song wafts through its seal and lock.

Since no one else has reacted to the sad drum beat or creepy lyrics, it seems only I can hear the strange music, like before. I lean in closer.

“It’s coming…Coming… Coming…”

Coming? What’s coming? I don’t understand.

As if understanding my thoughts, the relics continue their singing. “Death… Death…Death…”

Icy cold dread snakes up my spine.

Are they talking about Cain?