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amsr's review
4.0
Traditionally a road trip is full of fun, often more about the fun times than the actual destination. But this road trip brings up a lot of memories for Cal, while he continues to grieve. One he would rather not take but he needs to protect his mother.
While they face new threats and emotions, Layla's new powers are put to the test. Ink on the other hand, continues to be the fun loving character squished into the back seat trying to lighten the mood with his innuendo's. We do get to see a new side of Ink within this novel.
While they face new threats and emotions, Layla's new powers are put to the test. Ink on the other hand, continues to be the fun loving character squished into the back seat trying to lighten the mood with his innuendo's. We do get to see a new side of Ink within this novel.
griffyndog626's review
5.0
In this book we are in Cal’s POV and what a head he has. This book is a continuation from Claw so that will need to be read first. We are thrown in after the events of Claw and the group is dealing with the aftermath. Cal gets word that his family is in danger and so they take off to help. Along the way we meet new characters and learn some new things about Cal. I really liked seeing his progression of confidence in this book. We can really see some character growth and he proves he is worthy to be with Layla.
rhreviewer91's review
5.0
Different POV
I really enjoyed that this was from the view point of Calvin, instead of Layla this time. I prefer books with multiple POVs from the characters typically, so to give them each a book was a neat idea.
I really enjoyed that this was from the view point of Calvin, instead of Layla this time. I prefer books with multiple POVs from the characters typically, so to give them each a book was a neat idea.
marcy_swann's review
4.0
This story is all from Cal's POV.
Layla wants to help Cal face his family & history.
Ink wants to have fun.
Less heat than previous books, focusing on story & character building.
Layla wants to help Cal face his family & history.
Ink wants to have fun.
Less heat than previous books, focusing on story & character building.
book_lover_97's review
4.0
I liked that this was told entirely from Cal's POV. The storytelling is captivating with surprises and plenty of emotion. The story provided development in emotion, relationship, characters and plot. This gave great insight to Cal. I enjoyed this installment of the Coven of Desire series.
redsbookreads's review
4.0
I quite enjoyed this book and found it interesting that the whole thing was from Cal’s POV rather than Layla’s. It was also interesting to see Ink from Cal’s viewpoint. It did feel a little rushed towards the end for me however and I would have loved to have had more interaction with Cal’s mother and the Nymphs.
bubblewombat's review
4.0
This was my least favourite book so far, since it was from Cal's PoV and not Layla's, but it wasn't bad. Hopefully we'll get a book from Ink's PoV too.
I liked seeing Layla's powers evolve and Ink was as funny as always. We also got less steam this time around.
I'm still excited for whatever comes next (hopefully more Ink and Layla scenes).
3.5 stars rounded up
I liked seeing Layla's powers evolve and Ink was as funny as always. We also got less steam this time around.
I'm still excited for whatever comes next (hopefully more Ink and Layla scenes).
3.5 stars rounded up
bookexpression's review
5.0
Fang reeled me in faster than Claw did!
Seeing how Cal, Ink, and Layla all interacted while traveling together was both hot and interesting! I enjoyed seeing how Layla grew more into her powers and more into her own self. I don't want to say more without spoiling anything, but if you enjoyed Claw, which we know you did ;) , then you will love Fang! Can't wait to see what else Ellen Mint has in store!
Seeing how Cal, Ink, and Layla all interacted while traveling together was both hot and interesting! I enjoyed seeing how Layla grew more into her powers and more into her own self. I don't want to say more without spoiling anything, but if you enjoyed Claw, which we know you did ;) , then you will love Fang! Can't wait to see what else Ellen Mint has in store!
ellenmint's review
Enjoy this excerpt from Fang:
I wrung a hand over my chin, frowning at the rising stubble. A pain lingered in the back of my jaw that usually vanished after I transformed out of the wolf.
“It’s stress,” I whispered to myself. The old pipes groaned, slowing the water pressure to a drip, but finally the shower turned warm…then scalding. I twisted the knob, not shifting out of the spray even as my ears burned. They’d probably look funny so bright red against my white-blond hair.
I hated it. One summer, I’d spent every day I could in the cheap-ass city pool, hoping the green tint would be permanent. To finally rip away that mark. We were all stuck with the same eyes, but his hair…
Stop thinking about him. He’s dead. The cult’s…who the fuck cares. They’d gone silent as Thanksgiving became Christmas. I’d tried to keep an eye on the compound, but the sudden downfall of snow made trudging to the woods treacherous—far too easy for guards to track a man or beast in that weather.
The light shifted. I yanked my head from the downpour and was about to spin around when chilled hands cupped around my chest. She pressed her cheek flush with my back, and my rapid heartbeat calmed itself.
“I thought you might like some company,” Layla said, most of the croak gone out of her voice.
Her company was the only thing I wanted anymore. Work. School. Tests. Transformation. Eating. Sleeping—there was no joy to be found in any aspect of my life…except for Layla.
I caught her fingers wafting through my soaked chest hair and pulled them to my lips to kiss her knuckles. Her body caressed against mine, her breasts molding to my back. How I wanted to take both in my palms and tug on her nips until she squeaked. The tuft of her pubic hair grazed my ass and a moan slipped free.
The wolf knew her body’s reactions. It smelled the flush of her skin dewing in arousal. It heard her heartbeat picking up in tempo, the micro-gasps that made no sound to the human ear.
I spun so fast water beads whipped off in all directions. A groggy smile clung to her lips, the humid shower highlighting the petal-pink color against the tawny hue of her skin. Dew drops beaded across her entire body that kicked off a pant in my throat. But it was her eyes that ensnared me, wide in her face and so round they almost looked like perfect spheres. I was entranced with them, with the deep brown color that bore a trace of green in the bright summer light and her dark lashes that brushed to the sides naturally like curtains before a work of art.
“You’re so damn…” I said, but the words in my throat garbled to a growl. I dove for her lips while focusing on her eyes. The jolt of surprise in her irises was eclipsed by hunger, the slow flutter of her lids slipping closed as she folded her hands around my neck and tugged me closer.
Every lingering taste from my dream vanished, my mouth flooding with only Layla. I pressed her pillowy lips open and plunged my tongue inside, needing more of her. All of her. She tugged on my hair, guiding me to kiss her harder than before.
Nip her. Scrape your teeth down her throat. Bite right at the top of her breast until she squeals in delight.
My hand cupped to her neck, causing Layla to break off the kiss. Those wide, beautiful eyes hooded and she turned her jaw to the side. An invitation.
Yes. Bite her. She’ll cream from it.
Running my nose against the hollow behind her ear and down, I trailed my lips to her throat…and placed a soft kiss instead. Layla giggled in delight, while the wolf inside me pouted. It’d had enough attention already.
I wrung a hand over my chin, frowning at the rising stubble. A pain lingered in the back of my jaw that usually vanished after I transformed out of the wolf.
“It’s stress,” I whispered to myself. The old pipes groaned, slowing the water pressure to a drip, but finally the shower turned warm…then scalding. I twisted the knob, not shifting out of the spray even as my ears burned. They’d probably look funny so bright red against my white-blond hair.
I hated it. One summer, I’d spent every day I could in the cheap-ass city pool, hoping the green tint would be permanent. To finally rip away that mark. We were all stuck with the same eyes, but his hair…
Stop thinking about him. He’s dead. The cult’s…who the fuck cares. They’d gone silent as Thanksgiving became Christmas. I’d tried to keep an eye on the compound, but the sudden downfall of snow made trudging to the woods treacherous—far too easy for guards to track a man or beast in that weather.
The light shifted. I yanked my head from the downpour and was about to spin around when chilled hands cupped around my chest. She pressed her cheek flush with my back, and my rapid heartbeat calmed itself.
“I thought you might like some company,” Layla said, most of the croak gone out of her voice.
Her company was the only thing I wanted anymore. Work. School. Tests. Transformation. Eating. Sleeping—there was no joy to be found in any aspect of my life…except for Layla.
I caught her fingers wafting through my soaked chest hair and pulled them to my lips to kiss her knuckles. Her body caressed against mine, her breasts molding to my back. How I wanted to take both in my palms and tug on her nips until she squeaked. The tuft of her pubic hair grazed my ass and a moan slipped free.
The wolf knew her body’s reactions. It smelled the flush of her skin dewing in arousal. It heard her heartbeat picking up in tempo, the micro-gasps that made no sound to the human ear.
I spun so fast water beads whipped off in all directions. A groggy smile clung to her lips, the humid shower highlighting the petal-pink color against the tawny hue of her skin. Dew drops beaded across her entire body that kicked off a pant in my throat. But it was her eyes that ensnared me, wide in her face and so round they almost looked like perfect spheres. I was entranced with them, with the deep brown color that bore a trace of green in the bright summer light and her dark lashes that brushed to the sides naturally like curtains before a work of art.
“You’re so damn…” I said, but the words in my throat garbled to a growl. I dove for her lips while focusing on her eyes. The jolt of surprise in her irises was eclipsed by hunger, the slow flutter of her lids slipping closed as she folded her hands around my neck and tugged me closer.
Every lingering taste from my dream vanished, my mouth flooding with only Layla. I pressed her pillowy lips open and plunged my tongue inside, needing more of her. All of her. She tugged on my hair, guiding me to kiss her harder than before.
Nip her. Scrape your teeth down her throat. Bite right at the top of her breast until she squeals in delight.
My hand cupped to her neck, causing Layla to break off the kiss. Those wide, beautiful eyes hooded and she turned her jaw to the side. An invitation.
Yes. Bite her. She’ll cream from it.
Running my nose against the hollow behind her ear and down, I trailed my lips to her throat…and placed a soft kiss instead. Layla giggled in delight, while the wolf inside me pouted. It’d had enough attention already.
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