Last Minion Standing (A Hell Novella)

Who will be the Last Minion Standing?

“Ms. Langlais takes us on a roller coaster ride that will have you smiling at your screen and laughing out loud.” Five Stars from Night Owl Romance

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Genre: Paranormal/Demon/Dragon Shifter Erotic Romance
Taking reality television to the next level in Hell. Strap in. It’s going to get wild.

All I said was I needed a minion. The next thing I know, I’m embroiled in the reality show from Hell with cameras following me everywhere. But who needs a contest when I’m ready to declare a winner—and get freaky—the moment I meet Drake? As soon as I meet him, shirtless and shoeless, in low-slung jeans, I fantasize about the many ways he can serve me—especially in bed.

But Drake, the super-sexy dragon shifter, is after more than a chance to work alongside me in my battle to capture evil souls. He also wants to win my heart. But love is for weaklings, and no matter how much he teases me, I will not give in without a fight—a fight where we somehow lose all our clothes. (wink)


Excerpt: (18 + Adult Subject Matter and Language Ahead)

He dropped down from the night sky, an agile hunk of male who made my jaw drop for several reasons. One, he wore only a pair of indecently low-slung jeans, with no shirt and no shoes. I mean who came to a fight barefoot?

This simple fact distracted me and turned on my lust, which, in turn, annoyed me. Wasn’t there an unwritten rule somewhere that stated, like most restaurants, shirts and shoes must be worn to a fight? If not, I’d start a lobby for one because the amount of naked—mmm, muscled—torso displayed was waaaaay too distracting for poor little me, who obviously hadn’t received a good shag in a while.

The second thing that rendered me speechless—a state my dad would have found amusing—was the fact that Mr. Hunky bestowed upon me a masculine grin—a naughty one meant to make me cream my panties—and said in a velvety baritone, “Run along, sweetheart. I’ve got this.”

Me, one of Hell’s most successful bounty hunters, dismissed with a smile and a wave of his hand. His treatment made me want to tear his pants off and ride him like a cowgirl—I mean, he’d called me sweetheart, how hot was that?—while, at the same time, made me see red.

I’m gonna wipe the smirk off his face. Then I’m gonna kiss him. Then…

Caught in so many conflicting emotions, I’m afraid I didn’t react quickly enough, and he took matters into his own hands. Did I mention they were huge? He turned and gave me his back, which, I’ll admit, was almost as sexy as his front and would have only been improved with a set of nail marks—mine, of course. With an animalistic grace that would have put most predators to shame, Mr. Creams-Panties approached my target and engaged him in a slugfest.

What a show. I totally needed a fan or, even better, a really cold ice pack for my crotch. Heat suffused me as I watched Mr. Cream dance around a dazed-looking Albert. I’d forgotten all about the bounty in my fascination with watching him move. In that moment, I was just like a man, lust making all the blood in my brain rush to other places, and I think I might have drooled.

The hunk used no weapon, unlike the scuzzball Albert, who wielded a serrated knife, a dangerous fact that did not daunt my shoeless hero in the least. His fists flashed and connected with solid thumps. The escaped soul reeled beneath the force of his blows, but no matter how well my hero acquitted himself, he couldn’t win. Souls couldn’t die.

Sucking in my stomach—scrawny I was not—I strutted over to interfere and send the wandering one back to Hades. I looked forward to collecting my reward for a job well done, and as a treat for Mr. Cream being hot, I’d bestow some of my pleasure on the treasure hidden in his pants.

Before I could touch Albert and say the words to send him back where he belonged, my shirtless wonder said them, and with a dwindling scream of frustration—a scream I almost repeated—my new pair of shoes, umm target, was sucked back to Hell.

I gaped at the glistening skin on the back of my shirtless hunk, too angry for words—not to mention still hornier than ever.

He turned and faced me. With a sensual smile, he strutted toward me, and even in my pissed-off state, I couldn’t help the arousal that flashed through me. He was fucking gorgeous. Built like an ox and at least six and a half feet, he towered over me. Slabs of muscle covered his impossibly wide chest, and his arms were so thick I doubted I could get both hands around them. His skin was tanned and smooth while his unruly hair was black as night. Fuck me, I wanted him—naked, like right now.

A light glinted in his shockingly blue eyes, and I wondered briefly what demon caste he belonged to, for this close, I could sense his otherness.

I said nothing when he placed a hand around my waist and pulled me hard against him, lifting me so our lips aligned. Another kind of girl might have protested his manly assumption. That girl wasn’t me.

I wanted him to kiss me. And he did.

The touch of his hard lips on mine sent an electric shock throughout my body, and I clutched at him tightly as my knees turned to pudding and buckled. His mouth slanted over mine, claiming it with seductive mastery. Lest you think I completely succumbed to him, I should note I gave back as good as I got, slipping my tongue between his lips to wetly tangle with his.

I lost myself in the pleasure of the kiss. Unlike many prudes, I saw no issue with making out with guys I barely knew. I tended to live in the moment, and boy, this was one moment I didn’t want to end.

Plastered against his solid length, I couldn’t miss his erection as it pulsed against me behind the confining material of his jeans. I ground myself against it, and he grunted in my mouth. He slid his hands down from my waist to cup my full ass and pressed me more firmly against him.

Oh sweet fucking bliss. Wet didn’t come close to describing the state of my pussy, and I couldn’t wait to soak his cock.

If it hadn’t been for the stupid drunken humans who came stumbling into the alley, I would have screwed him, right there against the brick wall. But I had a softer bed at my place. We separated, our breathing uneven, pulses racing, and I opened my mouth to tell him to come back to my apartment so I could make him a lucky man.

He, unfortunately, spoke first and ruined my mood. “You’re welcome.”

I think my jaw dropped. I know I clenched a fist when I asked him tightly, “Welcome for what?”

“Rescuing you, of course.”

I gaped at him then I lost it. “Listen here, you—you—” I sputtered.


Ooh, hot name, but I wouldn’t let his hotness distract me from my anger, lusty hormones or not. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I had things perfectly under control until you decided to jump out of the sky like some underdressed Batman and take over. That was my bounty you stole.”

He scoffed at me, and I let it pass. I know. I was surprised I didn’t kill him too.

“Please, a cute little thing like you a bounty hunter?”

I restrained myself from preening. Me, cute and little? Damned smooth talker. But pretty words wouldn’t allow him to escape my wrath. “Don’t you use flattery to cloud the issue. I was assigned this bounty by the Hellacious Office of Escapees.” More shortly known as HOE.

He crossed his arms over his impressive chest, and my mouth went dry because all the moisture in my body headed straight for my pussy.

“Impossible. They put me on this case just today.”

Even though I was slightly overcome with lust, things suddenly became clear. “Medusa,” I snarled. “I’m gonna feed her snakes laxatives for this.”

A rumbling chuckle made me break off from the swearing and various tortures I’d inflict on the slithery bitch. “What’s so damned funny?” I asked, features creased in a scowl, one that I might add didn’t intimidate him at all.

“You’re funny. And cute when you’re mad.” His eyes glinted with mirth, and his lips twitched in a smile that made me want to taste them all over again. “Say, do you want to get a coffee or something?”

Ha, first he’d stolen my bounty, and then he thought I was going to let him ravish me. Hmm, then again, on second thought, a ravishment that included a lot of oral would probably go a long way toward appeasing me.

“I say let’s skip right to the something.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the street where we could flag a cab. I could have called a portal, but I really had this thing for making out in the backseat of cabs while the driver watched.

I didn’t drag my shirtless hunk for long, as his greater stride brought him alongside me and his fingers weaved through mine, an intimate gesture I wouldn’t have believed of a big guy like him.

“I don’t suppose you’ll tell me your name before you have your way with me?” he asked, humor in his tone. “I’m Drake by the way.”

“So you already said. I’m Sally,” I replied absently, looking up the street for a yellow taxi.

“Wait a second.” He halted and turned me to face him. “You wouldn’t be the Sally would you?”

“Depends. Which Sally are you talking about?”

“The one I heard about. The one who’s put up a page on Hellbook looking for a superhero name and a sidekick.”

“Minion,” I corrected.

He laughed. I didn’t get the joke, so I stood there tapping my foot, glaring at him, my ardor shriveling with each guffaw. He kept howling, though, so I finally had to ask. “What’s so fucking funny?”

“I expected someone bigger and badder,” he snorted, “not some cute little thing. And it’s not a sidekick you need, but a boyfriend to take care of you.”

He had not seriously just said that. “I don’t need a man to take care of me. I do fine on my own.” I stepped away from him.

“Ah, don’t be mad. I think it’s adorable you’re looking for help. I’m here if you want to give me a test run.” He shot me a charming smile.

I deflected it with a shield of pride. My chin angled. “I don’t think so, and when it comes to the position of minion or boyfriend, you need not apply. And as for not being bad enough for my job, let me show you why I’m not a girl you fuck with.” I wear pointy-toed shoes for a reason, and I showed Drake one of their many painful uses.

A cab pulled up as he hunched over gasping for air. I smiled at him sweetly. “Next time, hands off my escapee. And in the future, wear a shirt. It’s indecent for you to gallivant around half-naked, distracting those of us with serious jobs to do.”

I could have sworn I heard him laugh as I slammed the cab door shut. Not likely, only a madman would find humor in the pain I’d inflicted.

Turns out he was somewhat masochistic.

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Edited by Devin Govaere
Copy Edited by Brieanna Robertson
Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey –



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Four Star Review for Last Minion Standing “Last Minion Standing is a hilarious read!…The reality show is a unique story experience for me and I loved it! As the contestants lose, they fall into a hole, with each round less and less contestants left. I could just imagine everyone in Hell gathered around a television set to watch what would happen next!…If you are looking for a fun read filled with hot passionate (and a little kinky) sex, then pick up and read Last Minion Standing.”says MDobson Of Sizzling Hot BooksFor the full review click here.
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Five Star Review for Last Minion Standing “Ms. Langlais takes us on a roller coaster ride that will have you smiling at your screen and laughing out loud.…This book is a joy to read, fun, refreshingly original and hilarious. Definitely one I’d recommend.”says CYD of Night Owl RomanceFor the full review click here.
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Five Star Review for Last Minion Standing “This story had everything you could want in a great story, romance, magic, sexy alpha males, a kick ass heroine, steamy sex, and just the right touch of mystery.…I was hooked from the beginning to the end, from the first sentence until the last word. Honestly the only thing you really need to know about this story is that you don’t want to miss it.”says BookJunki3 of Booki3 ReviewsFor the full review click here.
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Five Howls & Scorcher Award For Last Minion Standing “Eve Langlais writes dangerously sexy and witty novellas. She has become one of my favorite novella authors. Why? Because her writing is brilliant.…The sex is extremely hot! You get one scene with some very hot phone sex. Then be prepared for flogging, spanking and some rebelling from Sally just so she can have more sex fun LOL. “says Laurie of Bitten By Paranormal RomanceFor the full review click here.
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Five Heart Review For Last Minion Standing “This was an impishly entertaining read. Sally may look like an average woman but her demon father has provided her with some interesting characteristics. I love that she isn’t afraid to kick-butt and she doesn’t apologize for her sexual appetite.…I highly recommend if you like your paranormals with and extra dose of wit and passion.”says Therea Joseph of The Romance StudioFor the full review click here.
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Four Drop Review For Last Minion Standing “I loved it. This story was a quick easy read. One guaranteed to get your blood pumping and cause a little check blushing.…Drake is a yummy alpha male and Sally is a sexy hot demon. So far I have not been disappointed by one of Eve’s books.”says Athenna of Paranormal HavenFor the full review click here.
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Four and a Half Star Review for Last Minion Standing “Last Minion Standing is a laugh out loud paranormal story with plenty of spicy females, hot shifters, and enough mischief to keep anyone entertained.…There are plenty of secondary characters and all are needed to keep the storyline going. I truly enjoyed Last Minion Standing…”says L.T. Blue of Just Erotic Romance ReviewsFor the full review click here.
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Five Cup Review For Last Minion Standing “Last Minion Standing is one hot tale meant to set your unmentionables on fire. Drake and Sally together are a fire waiting to happen and it explodes all over the pages.The witty writing voice of Ms. Lanlais adds more kindling to a fire already blazing out of control. I dare you to pick this little number up and spend some time hotter than hell.”says Delane of Coffee Time ROmanceFor the full review click here.
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Four Raven Review For Last Minion Standing “Last Minion Standing is another totally irreverent, hysterically funny romp through the mind of Eve Langlais.…Last Minion Standing is a great, fun story and totally worth a read. It is an intriguing mix of paranormal, romance, mythology and humor with an overriding sexual component. Very cool! This type of writing is tough to get right, but Eve Langlais has it down pat.”says Lea of Black Raven ReviewsFor the full review click here.
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Completely Seduced Review For Last Minion Standing “Eve has an amazing talent of being able to catch the smolder of the irresistible Alpha male, the sassiness of a strong woman, the sizzle that comes when passions ignite and add them to fun and quirky storylines. LAST MINION STANDING is a perfect example of just how fun reading erotica can be and I loved every blush filled moment of it.…Full body shivers throughout the book as I read some of the things he(Drake) would say to her, the way he touched and looked at her and that man sure does have the ability with the seductive talk. I don’t think I’ve ever blushed as hard as I did reading some of the stuff that came out of his mouth.”says Bookish Snob of The Bookish Snob BooksFor the full review click here.
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