An incubus-hosted bachelor party…what could go wrong?
Moon save Cal, Ink’s decided to throw him a traditional bachelor party with all of the other guys in tow. Limo ride? Check. Secret bar that requires a password? Check. Mysterious woman enchanting the group from a stage? Damn it, Ink!
This is a party Cal, Daniel, Garavel, Raul or even Ink will never forget. Hopefully, Cal will make it to the church on time and he won’t have to tunnel his way out of a jail to get there.
Sin Party is a companion story to Veil, the eighth Coven of Desire book. Please do not read this before cracking into Veil, or risk spoilers.
General Release Date: 23rd January 2024
Cal
“Where are you taking me?”
Ink locked both hands around my shoulders like he was worried I’d bolt. “Come now, Calvin. Do you wish me to ruin the surprise?”
I caught Layla standing at the back of the garden. She lifted her glass slightly as if to wish me either fun or luck. I wasn’t certain which to fear more with an incubus planning my bachelor party.
“You’re doing this now?” Daniel complained, chasing after.
“Is not the eve before the nuptials the traditional time?” Ink kept pushing me through the house. A handful of cousins turned to look, some shouting congratulations like I was rushing down the aisle with the incubus.
God, I hoped it didn’t come to that.
“What’s happening?” Garavel asked. He struggled to keep up, the house standing room only for the rehearsal.
“Cal’s getting one last hurrah before the chains come on,” Jared said.
“As if he wouldn’t prefer the chains.” Ink snickered. My face lit up a thousand degrees all the way to my hairline.
“But where are we going?” I asked, hoping to direct the attention away from what I kept in the basement.
Ink sighed and threw open the front door. A white limo with sci-fi lights spewing out of the windows and below the vehicle sat in front of the house. “That is for you to discover, Calvin.”
The confounding demon that lived in my house stopped to open the passenger door. “Please, entrez.”
“Woo!” Jared whooped as he dove headfirst into the limo. “Tell me this thing has a bar.” Scott was close behind him but a lot quieter.
Daniel stared at Ink as if waiting for the demon to slam the door on his fingers, then he slid inside. “Is this real leather?”
“The man who toured in a carriage leaking whale oil has opinions on the material of the seats? They exist—that should be the lap of luxury for you.”
If Daniel said anything in response, I didn’t hear it. I was too busy watching Garavel struggle to get through the door. It could be a tight fit with my truck. “My friend, I’m uncertain if…” Garavel eased inside, hunched over, his head turtled against his chest.
“Allow me.” Ink pressed a button and the sunroof retracted, allowing Gravel to pop half of his head out through the gap. “And lastly, the blushing groom.”
“This is a lot,” I said, staring down the vehicle taking up nearly my entire front yard. “Where did you get a limo?”
“One was sent to collect me for a show, not that I required passage.”
I hooked my hand on the outside before falling to the seats. “You mean this is for someone else? You stole it!”
“No, Calvin. It was gifted to me, thus I am making use of it.”
“It was for that fashion shit you do, not a bachelor party.”
“Cease your worries. They will not even notice its departure from the yard.” Ink shoved me inside, then he looked around as if hunting for any witnesses before sitting next to the door and closing it.
“Look, Cal. There’s beer and champagne in this thing!” Jared shouted above the loud house music. He handed one of the bottles of what I prayed wasn’t actual champagne to Scott. Daniel kept fiddling with a set of controls which shifted the lights into varying patterns and lowered a disco ball. Poor Fiona lost her mind. She hissed and sunk all ten of her claws into the nice leather seats.
“So help me, Ink, if I spend my wedding night in jail—”
“Our beloved will tear off the bars to rescue you,” Ink said. “Driver? Ho!”
The limo jerked and I nearly splattered onto the floor. Scott met my flailing hand with a beer. I nodded in thanks and nearly drank the open bottle before freezing.
“Calvin, shall your inhibitions ruin a night of ritual debauchery?” Ink asked.
The hissing pop of open bottles and male laughter filled the limo. Daniel settled on a bone-shaking bass, then he took a long swig of his drink. Garavel hoisted Fiona up so she could enjoy the rush of the wind as the limo rolled down the street. Everyone was having a good time. The chances of Ink’s employers hunting for the limo tonight seemed low. Besides, if they did catch up, it’d be his fault, not mine.
“No,” I said and took a long drink.
“To Cal’s last night of freedom!” Jared shouted, lifting his beer.
“Hear, hear,” a few of them called before everyone tried to clink bottles in a moving vehicle.
I took a long drink and reached over to talk to Scott and Jared when I noticed Ink calmly staring out of the window. He was the only one without anything in his hand. I fished out the first bottle I could find and passed it over. “Come on, it’s a party.”
The sly demon took the beer, but he didn’t open it. “Here’s to surviving the night,” he said.
We’d gotten into the rum as the limo rolled to a stop outside of a dark, nondescript building surrounded by abandoned factories. Ink’s face lit up and he slipped out, then gave his best Willy Wonka impression with a pompous bow. “Gentlemen, we have arrived.”
All of us except for Garavel pressed our noses to the windows. This looked like the alley where a future superhero’s parents got gunned down. I stared at Ink, waiting for a laugh, but he kept ushering us out. The October wind burned my skin and I shivered in my nice shirt. Why didn’t I think to grab a damn coat? The urge to puff out my fur raced through me, then I spotted Jared and Scott both staring at the spotlight dangling from its wires. No fur for tonight. Gonna just have to rough it.
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.
You can find Ellen at her website here and also on Bookbub..
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