Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Character Interview and Release Day Blitz Claw by Ellen Mint #PNR #ReverseHarem

Today we have the pleasure to pick the brain of a real live Incubus. Why don’t we start with your name?

Name’s are such boring things, hardly worth more than a passing thought. I barely keep one for longer than a hundred, hundred and twenty years. 

Well, you must call yourself something.

Ink seems to serve such needs.

Thank you for being here, Ink. Could you tell us a little about yourself?

I am a creature of Sin, Lust personified, consumer of that sweet nectar when sweaty bodies tumble together between sheets…or beneath your father’s carriage.

That’s…um, that’s fascinating. So you, you can’t kill people with sex, right?

Of course I can, my dear. You seem to find the thought ill-fitting. But tell me, given the preponderance of options for shuffling you off your mortal coil, would there be any better choice than enjoying such orgasmic bliss your body falters from achieving such levels of pleasure.


You need not worry, however. I am bound to only seduce and lay with my bond. Have you met her? 

I don’t believe so.

You must not have, as you’d remember an encounter with Layla. She has the elbows of a goddess. There is also a good chance of something on your person catching aflame. She does not do subtle.

So Mr. Ink, you’re a demon—

Not a demon, a Creature of Sin. Though I have been to hell.

Really? Hell is…what is it like?

Let me just say that I would not wish that place upon my faintest acquaintance.

Don’t you mean your worst enemy?

Oh no, Hell is the perfect environment for those knaves. I was plucked from that unending nothingness by the delicate touch of my bond. Thanks to her innate magical presence, I can feed without harming her, and she can lavish upon my libidinous talents until she’s unable to walk.

That’s…a lot to take in.

That is what the dowager said after peeling away my tights. Though that coxcomb’s talents are nothing compared to the dexterity and speed with which an incubus can vibrate his tongue. Also provides a modest income when traversing the operatic scene. 🎶 I am the very model of a modern major debaucher. 🎶

How old are you?

It’s not polite to ask a demon his age. Let me simply say that I am not a fan of this trousers trend. Togas made for much easier access when the Praetor’s wife requires proper administrations from the wavy-haired Olympian.

You’re saying you’re over two thousand years old? You’ve seen nearly all of human history?

Yes, though there’s not much worth pinning to memory. The whole of your species’ history amounts to struggling to find the right place to sit.


The human grows weary, so he sits upon the log. But the rain falls. Thus, he builds a roof over the log. Then others come, also wanting to sit upon the log. He might build more roofs, or order his neighbors to find their own log, but one day the logs will run out. Then there’s conquest, famine, war, so on and so forth. If humans were more like horses and spent their days standing in the field, I daresay your history would have turned out much differently.

You’re given me a lot to think about.

I’m sorry. I prefer to give people something to pant about. I will work on that.

Is there anything else you’d like to tell the people reading this.

Ah yes, let me see here. I was told to inform that you can read about my exploits along with my bond’s, and the mutt she’s picked up in the first book of the Coven of Desire series, Claw. I hope that makes a lick of sense to you.

Thank you for taking the time to be with us, Ink.

And thank you for desiring me bound on my knees while you lash my back with a bamboo stick. I haven’t been able to savor that desire in many years.

Coven of Desire 
Book One
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

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

Book Description: 

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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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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“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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