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May 20th, 2008
The Cajun’s Captive
He’ll do anything to keep her. Even tie her to his bed.
The Cajun's Captive
#1 Bestseller for June 2008 | #6 Bestseller for July 2008
Available: June 13, 2008
Stormy Weather: Book One
Sebastian Deveraux is the Alpha of his pack and like all the Deveraux men, he’s sexy as pure sin. He’s waited for decades for just the right woman. For his mate. And ten years ago he’d been sure he’d found her in Amanda St. James. But she’d run from him.
Now she’s back. He’ll do anything to keep her. Even if it means chaining her to his bed.
Book 1 – Stormy Weather series
$3.99
EXCERPT
The blonde peering into his bedroom window never heard him approach.
“Can I help you?” he asked mildly when he was within pouncing
distance. Shrieking, she whirled to face him, backing up at the same
time. Her hands came up to balance herself, but it was too late. He
made no move to rescue her even though he could have. Her momentum
toppled her over the railing and into the soggy grass below. She
landed flat on her back.
From the edge of the porch, he stared down at her not feeling the
least bit sorry for startling her. What did a man have to do to get
privacy?
Her wheat colored hair covered her face and the rain slowly soaked her
clothes. She seemed too startled to move. Finally, she eased up on her
elbows. Her breasts heaved and fell as if she might start crying. The
last thing he wanted was a crying woman. Or a lawsuit.
“You all right?”
With a perfectly polished hand, she flicked her hair out of her face
and glared up at him. The blue eyes that locked with his couldn’t have
surprised him more if there’d been eight of them.
Amanda St. James. Alive and in his yard.
Couldn’t be. He narrowed his gaze and took in her features. Same cute
pixie nose. Same rosy, heart-shaped mouth he’d longed to kiss. Same
delicious curves that his hands itched to caress.
Suddenly he was transported a decade ago when they’d all been hanging
out on a hot summer day. It had been August. Suffocatingly humid. Then
Amanda had grabbed the hose and proceeded to drench him and his
brothers to the bone. Her kissable mouth had laughed and smiled as
they’d chased her. When they’d finally caught her, turning the hose on
her, the water had plastered her clothes to her sweet young body.
It had taken all his willpower not to carry her off that very
afternoon. To kiss her all over—from that adorable nose, to those
delicious berry pink lips, to her hot pink toenails.
The clap of thunder brought him back to the present. His eyes didn’t
fool him. He sniffed the air and her scent filled his lungs. She
smelled so sweet, so familiar, and so wonderful that he almost closed
his eyes to savor it. Instead, he took in her pitiful form. She looked
like a drowned cat. He watched as the rain molded her shirt to her
breasts. Either from cold or, heaven help him, desire, her nipples
beaded beneath the fabric and stood out like pebbles.
He clenched his fists. Long dormant need surged upward startling him
with its intensity. Its rawness. He hadn’t seen or heard from her in
nine long years but he’d never stopped wanting her. It was the reason
he dated a long stream of women, never settling down. He’d never felt
this kind of urgency with anyone else. Although he’d tried to wipe
away her memory, none of them could compare to Manda. His Manda.
But her presence now reminded him of how she’d fled all those years
ago. She’d gone off to Yankee country for school. Then she’d gone on
to work for one of the biggest broadcast companies in the country.
Never looked back. Never called. Simply fled. Ran from him.
His inner beast had been too proud to let him chase. Had been sure
she’d come back in a week or two. Weeks had turned into years and now
almost a decade. Now the beast growled deep inside, for the years he’d
lost, for making him want her so, making him wait. It lay coiled,
anxious and ready to spring to life and take what it wanted.
He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to keep the dangerous
animal inside on a tight leash.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Amanda St. James.” He couldn’t keep the
disdain from his voice. He hoped to hell she couldn’t hear the hurt,
the yearning… “Did the Yanks kick you out? Get too cold for ya up
north?”
“What a mean thing to say.” For a moment, she looked genuinely
wounded. But he told himself that was part of her game. The network
probably sent her.
“Then what are ya doin’ here?” Probably snooping for a story, he
thought. Figured she’d use her looks, her connections, to get it. Like
hell, she was going to get her story.
Her tongue slipped between her glossy pink lips to lick a raindrop.
That simple movement reminded him of all the times she’d licked her
lips, stuck out her tongue at him—reminded him of everything he really
wanted in life.
And just how much he wanted to kiss her.
Once again, he took in her sad wet form and saw everything he’d wanted
for hundreds of years. Everything he’d been denied and had denied himself.
Sebastian knew he couldn’t be angry; she was worth the wait. He
couldn’t let her get away again. This was a sign from the Gods. She
was meant to be his. He’d known it all those years ago when he’d
watched her blossom in front of his eyes. While he’d waited for her to
grow up. Waited for her to come to him.
He still knew it. Nothing had changed, he reasoned. Except that he
wanted her more now than he had nine years ago.
And she was well over eighteen now. He would finally make her his.
With the effortless grace his kind was known for, he leapt over the
railing and landed at her feet. Oblivious to the rain, he glared down
at her.
“Get up,” he ordered. She started to crab crawl backwards but she
couldn’t get away fast enough. In a lightning fast move, he hoisted
her over his shoulder. She barely weighed more than a sack or two of
sugar.
“What are you doing?” she cried.
“Taking what’s mine.”
He knew the instant she comprehended his words. She squirmed and
wiggled like a bunny in a trap, but it didn’t matter. He had her where
he wanted her.
For now.
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Get the second and third book in the series
Bitten In The Bayou (#1 Bestseller for July)
May 20th, 2008
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June 2008 |
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July 2008 |
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August 2008 |
The Wine Tasting
Dec. 2008 |
May 20th, 2008
Bitten in the Bayou
Jules and Andre Deveraux have been hired to find wildlife photographer Angelica Humphrey. She’s lost somewhere in the Louisiana bayou and there’s a hurricane brewing.Angelica has never met anyone like Jules or Andre and she’s instantly attracted. But she doesn’t have time to act on her desire because she has to get away from the ex-boyfriend who stalks her. They take her back to their cabin, offering her protection and shelter from the storm. But
Angelica quickly finds herself falling under their spell and they happily show her that if one Deveraux is good, two are infinitely better.
Stormy Weather – book 2
July 2008
EXCERPT
The lights flickered once, twice, and then they were cast into darkness. With no light, her other senses immediately took over. The rain beat against the house furiously. It seemed alive, like it was trying to claw its way in. A nervous tremor coursed through her veins.
A heavy hand settled on her knee, and she jumped, a girly squeal erupting from her throat.
“Shh… you’re okay. Let your eyes adjust.” By the tone she could tell it was Jules who was comforting her.
Slowly the candle light from the living room brightened their corner of the kitchen.
“Looks like we’re done for a while,” he said, his voice low… seductive.
She turned to look at him, able to make out his features, the hungry look in his eyes. Glancing over at André, she saw him watching her closely. The intimate inspection unnerved her. Made her want to shift in her seat.
But the hand on her knee squeezed gently, reassuring her. When she looked into Jules’ eyes, she hardly noticed the rumble of thunder or the howling wind.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered.
“Are you asking permission?” she asked and held her breath.
“No,” he said roughly, and before she could blink, his lips were crushing hers. She shifted toward him, closing her eyes. He cupped her cheek in his hand, and she wanted to rub herself against it. To soak up his warmth, his strength.
He probed at her lips with his tongue, and she opened for him. As his tongue swept inside she heard someone groan. She wasn’t sure who.
He tasted rich… of wine and gumbo. Their tongues danced back and forth, and she clung to his shoulders. Her breasts were heavy and aching for his touch. She felt hungry, empty.
Slowly he severed the kiss, and a tiny sound of protest escaped her lips.
“Damn, you know how to kiss. So soft and tempting. Giving and demanding all at once,” he said, sounding out of breath. “I could kiss you for hours.”
That could be arranged, she thought blissfully.
It was as if the whole day, since she’d first caught sight of them in the woods, had been leading up to this moment. Priming her, readying her for his kiss. His touch.
A warm hand curled around her shoulder, and she turned to look up at André. That predatory look was back, and it called to something inside of her. Quickly she glanced back at Jules.
He cocked his head to the side. “You didn’t think he was going to let me keep you all to myself, did you?”
