Series: Cajun Devils Book 1 Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult Publisher: dba 7th House, Imprint of Andromeda LLC Publication Date: June 24, 2018
What would he do to get her back? Anything.
Ça va mal. Ça va pas bien.
New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann, begins a HOT new MC romance series spinning off SSMC. You’re gonna love it. For true!
Take a journey into the exotic culture of bayou country in Louisiana’s Lafayette and Acadia parishes. Cajun beauty, Angelique Bellefeuille, has had enough of bikers and their bullshit. Being put in danger because of her father’s motorcycle club makes that conclusion rock hard solid.
When she’s sent to an allied club for protection from a rival club, she’s reunited with her childhood friend, Just Batiste. Only he’s not the cute, fun, adventurous kid she remembers. He’s large, in charge, and menacing.
The last thing Batiste needs is a woman to interfere with the project giving his life purpose. But Fate has her own sense of timing. Angel is distraction and frustration walking around in the form of a little girl grown into a mind-numbing,curvy, blue-eyed devil.
Just when Batiste thinks he can’t get more frustrated with the little troublemaker, she’s kidnapped by the very people he’s supposed to be protecting her from. What will he do to get her back? Anything. He vows he’ll either have her returned or personally initiate Armageddon.
When Angie went back to her room she took a couple of bottled waters so she wouldn’t have to go hunting in the night.
Batiste hadn’t returned from whatever biker intrigue was occupying his time.
She supposed she was fortunate to have a room with an adjoining three quarter bath. She took a shower and towel dried her hair, but left it damp. She’d sleep cooler that way. Around eleven she turned off the lights, crawled on top of the cotton sheets and lay still listening to the night sounds of the swamp. After a few minutes a light rain added its voice to the lullaby of crickets, cicadas, and frogs and she felt herself drifting.
She was dosing when the door opened and someone came in. As she was sitting up, she heard Batiste and, was that nails on the floor?
“No worry, cher. It’s me. And dogs.”
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Takin’ care of you.”
Her eyes had adjusted to the low light so that she could see he was spreading a sleeping bag on the floor.
“You’re not sleeping on a wood floor.”
“Looks like I am.”
“You’re taking this protection thing kind of seriously.”
She heard the rustle of nylon as he lay down on top of the sleeping bag, but he didn’t answer. There was no more to say about that. Nothing was more serious than keeping Rou’s girl safe. He had two dogs trained by the SSMC, worth a fortune, and a loaded nine millimeter pistol loaded within easy reach. That, and the fact that he wasn’t likely to sleep too soundly on that floor, meant the woman couldn’t be safer if she was locked in Fort Knox.
It was hard knowing she was close enough to reach out and touch, but it was also the easiest feeling in the world, knowing she was close enough to reach out and touch. If he was sappy, he might have said it felt meant to be. He wasn’t sappy. Not at all.
At least that’s what he told himself as he robotically stroked Belle’s fur and stared toward the ceiling. The sound of the rain was comforting. Partly because that’s rain’s gift and partly because villains rarely get up to mischief in the rain. Maybe, he mused, they’re like that old wicked witch in Oz and don’t like getting wet.
About Victoria Danann
OVER ONE MILLION BOOKS SOLD
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Victoria Danann
Knights of Black Swan – BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES (2013, 2014, 2015, 2016)
A Summoner’s Tale – BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL (2013)
Moonlight – BEST VAMPIRE/SHIFTER NOVEL (2013)
Solomon’s Sieve – BEST VAMPIRE NOVEL (2014)
Falcon – BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL (2016)
Simon Says – BEST SCIFI/FANTASY ROMANCE NOVEL (2017)
D.I.T. – BEST SCIFI/FANTASY ROMANCE SERIES (2017)
In addition to the brave and beautiful vampire hunting knights, Victoria writes other paranormal romances that often touch on scifi/fantasy along with contemporary bikers for those who love it when the bad boys are soooooo good.
Victoria co-hosts the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast which can be found on itunes or at http://www.romancecast.com. She and co-host, Riley J. Ford, interview the biggest names in romance every week. Ever wonder about the personalities behind your favorite books? Some of them just might surprise you with their interests, wit, lifestyles, and sense of humor.
Victoria’s signature humor (“Everybody was staring at me because I was on the subway in fits of laughter and couldn’t stop!”) creeps into each and every book whether she intends it or not. But the heart of Victoria’s books is romance, the real kind that lasts and lingers like a charge in the air. Forever.
The rich characterizations and quirky personalities that readers so often comment about come from being a lifelong student of behavior – casually (love to people watch), and a serious student of behavior academically. She has also studied comparative religion, myths, and Dark Ages history.
Victoria lives in The Woodlands, Texas with her husband and a very smart, mostly black German Shepherd dog.
For ten summers Claire and her mother had been guests at the Prescott’s beach house at Kelly’s Cove. And for ten years she played with Mallory and her twin brother, Colin. But it wasn’t until she returned after college graduation for her last summer there, that she realized Colin had grown into a guy who made her knees knock just by smiling at her. Being from different worlds, she knew nothing would come from her attraction to him.
Having returned to the states from studying abroad for four years, the last person Colin thought he’d find staying in his bedroom was Claire Ashton. Lanky and awkward during her adolescent years, he had to look twice to make sure this was the same girl. After a week together it was obvious he’d overlooked something before, because he felt things for her he’d never experienced before. There was only one problem—his last name and all that came with it would never permit him to be with her.
In the end, it’s either love or prestige that will win in the game of love.
He swam closer to her, reaching out in the dark recesses of the water and brushing against her arm. Thoughts of having accidently touched her in other places began sending messages to his mind, thus sending a wave of heat through his already cooling off body. She situated herself in front of him, holding onto his arms. They were face to face with one another. Her wet hair smelled like strawberries.
“That’s better,” she said.
He watched as she looked in his eyes. Her lips were glistening in the light of the moon. Her hair was completely soaked and pulled back from her face. A smile broke out on her face. He was barely able to make out the dimple on her right cheek that he’d known was there. “You have a pretty smile.”
“Does that mean you purposely looked at me changing out of my gown and now feel guilty about it? By saying something nice?”
“Man, has anyone ever paid you a complement that you didn’t think had an ulterior motive behind it?”
“Says the guy who climbed up in a tree to watch me swim naked?”
“Jeez, that was years ago, Claire. We’re grown up now. You’ve definitely grown up.”
“What does that mean?” She stopped twirling him around in circles.
“Just that you’ve matured. You’re very pretty. Some might say alluring. Maybe not me, but some might.”
“Okay. Thank you…I think. And why not you?”
“Oh, you know. I’ve seen your skinny body—pre-college years. It’s not for me to say something like that. We have history…snakes, frogs…you know.”
No, she didn’t. He wanted to say he did find her alluring. Captivating even. He wanted to tell her how she made him feel at ease, or how at dinner he thought several times that she’d caught him watching her, or even how the sight of her body made him wish they were two different people in a different time.
“I dare you to swim to the beacon.”
“Now?” He held tighter to her arms. She was drifting from his grasp.
Without hesitation, he swam in the direction of that stupid beacon. “Hey, wait, I was kidding. Not tonight,” she yelled out to him.
It was too late, he was headed for it. Something of a challenge for his male ego. He’d taken up swimming as a sport in college and knew he could do it without a problem. That was until he heard Claire’s scream.
“Colin, come quick.”
He whipped around and did long breaststrokes to back to her.
“Something brushed up against me. God, it’s going to eat me alive! I felt it.” She was hysterical, flailing her arms and panting wildly.
He finally made it to her. She grabbed his neck and pulled him closer. He noticed she was shaking, her lips even quivering.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He stroked her hair, trying his best to calm her down.
“It was something big. I thought it was going to grab my legs and take me under. Colin, I’m serious.”
He felt her breasts press against him, her breathing rising and lowering with rapidness. Her legs had become locked around his waist. He felt his own heart, palpitating like a man who’d just swam thirty laps in less than two minutes. But, it wasn’t from the swim. It was from the touch of her skin on his. He had to get some space between them.
“Let’s get you out of here. Come on.”
When they got to shallow water she un-gripped the vice she had put on him. He escorted her to the sandy beach. The moon temporarily had ducked behind a cloud, making it difficult to see their way back to the pier.
“Stand here, I’ll go and get your gown.”
Claire stood there and waited for him to return, her arms crossed in front of her. He was glad for the opportunity to get himself in check before standing close to her again. When he returned with the gown, he’d already put on his shorts. He handed her clothes to her, with his other hand over his eyes. “Here.”
It took her only a second to get dressed. “You can open your eyes now,” she said quietly.
He removed his hand and looked at her. Even in the dimmer light, she looked so much better with nothing on. He knew he better get it together before morning came and he had to face her in the daylight. His mother had always told him how transparent his feelings about things showed on his face.
“I might actually get some sleep after all that exercise in screaming and flailing for my life.”
He laughed and took her hand in his. It felt like the natural thing to do now that they’d done it in the water, but she seemed puzzled by it. Her big brown eyes squinted, almost questioning his. It was too late to let it go. He figured if she didn’t want to hold his, she would’ve let go first. But she didn’t, she squeezed harder.
They returned to the creaking back porch door. Before she grabbed for it, he took her other hand and held it in his. “I had a great time with you tonight, Claire. Even if all you did was scream like a girl and think an eel was eating at your legs.”
“That was an—“
Before she could finish her sentence, he lightly pulled her by the neck and kissed her. Her lips were moist and chilled like the water they’d just come from—salty, too. He wasn’t sure if she was going to kiss back or smack him for getting fresh. When he pulled away he saw her eyes were still closed. She seemed more relaxed than earlier. He’d wagered correctly. Claire Ashton was receptive to what this summer could turn out to be for the both of them.
ABOUT JULIEANN DOVE
Julieann lives in Virginia, where she loves collecting houseplants, sewing cute little quilts, and writing about messy love. She fell in love with reading at a young age, after following Nancy Drew in solving the mysteries of the world. This carries on today, as crime shows are among her favorite to watch. Well those and the Hallmark channel love stories and mysteries. Keeping busy with soon-to-be six children, she needs time to unwind!
Lindsay Roselle’s biggest worry should have been what to wear under her gown at her college graduation, not how she was going to survive the night as a newly turned vampire. After catching the attention of the Rogue, a vampire out to destroy the Vampire Nation, Lindsay was forced to undergo the change herself. Convinced she’s fated for an end worse than death, Lindsay had all but given up until she’s rescued…by the last person she ever expected to see again.
Kayden Paris wasn’t anything like the playboy Lindsay remembered from the night they shared together…and she wouldn’t have forgotten the fangs. Kayden is the heir to his vampire clan and son of the mightiest warrior in the Vampire Nation, but even he may not be able to heal all the wounds Lindsay suffered at the hands of the Rogue.
In a life fraught with secrets, lies, and deadly enemies, Lindsay must first learn to trust herself in order to survive.
About Cat Miller
Cat Miller is the bestselling author of the Forbidden Bond Novels, Lucky Devil Series, and the New York Times bestselling Summer Fire Anthology. An avid reader of all genre of romantic fiction, Cat didn’t start writing until one of her daughters dared her to give it a try, and she never looked back.
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Well, the joke’s on her.
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When their cozy two bedroom goes from friend zone to war zone, they’ll either burn up the sheets or go down in flames.
About Nicole Blanchard
Nicole Blanchard is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of gritty romantic suspense and heartwarming new adult romance. She and her family reside in the south along with their two spunky Boston Terriers and one chatty cat.
Two ballroom superstars from different corners of the world. Former best friends now sworn bitter rivals.
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This book is a stand alone chick-lit-esque new adult romance. This book is not a sequel to Love Waltzes In and can be read on it’s own.
About Alana Albertson
Alana Albertson is an award winning Latina author, the former President of Romance Writers of America’s Contemporary Romance, Chick Lit, and Young Adult chapters. She holds a Masters of Education from Harvard and a Bachelor of Arts in English from Stanford. A recovering professional ballroom dancer, Alana currently writes new adult romantic suspense, young adult, and contemporary romance. She lives in San Diego, California, with her husband, two sons, and five dogs. When she’s not spending her time needlepointing, dancing, or saving dogs from high kill shelters through her rescue Pugs N Roses, she can be found watching episodes of House Hunters, Homeland, or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team.