Haven’t you dreamed of owning a Voodoo doll of your boss, or competition to stick pins in and make them suffer? Or were you ever in love with someone who didn’t love you and wish you had a potion to make them fall in love with you? I love to explore the possibilities Voodoo offers.
New Orleans Voodoo can find its origins in the ancient religions, rituals and beliefs of Africa and Haiti, add to it the healing arts the Native Americans, folk magic of Europe and a touch of Catholicism. People used it as a way to explain and deal with life. It has been used for good and evil, to heal and destroy.
It’s a rich part of the culture of New Orleans history and many parts of the south and provides a great basis for a series of stories grounded in New Orleans and the Atchafalaya Basin.
I based two of the stories I’d written on the use of Voodoo. NIGHT OF THE JAGUAR which is part of the MOONSTRUCK anthology with my dear sister, Delilah Devlin, and please help me launch the release of THAT VOODOO YOU DO today!
THAT VOODOO YOU DO is part of a collection of stories the Allure Authors dreamed up and will ultimately package in an anthology available in print. For now the stories are sold individually in e-format under the series titled Alluring Tales: Night Moves.
Check out the other Alluring Tales anthologies available in print, one of which is on sale now for only $1.99: Alluring Tales: Awaken the Fantasy at Amazon.com!
THAT VOODOO YOU DO
Weaving the right spell…
Determined to convince a rich heiress that the land she just bought should be left undeveloped, panther shape-shifting brothers use a little Voodoo to abduct her and bring her to the swamps to woo her to their side of the bayou.
Trapped in an unfamiliar world…
Catherine Boudreaux struggles to escape before she falls victim to the bayou’s allure and the magic the brothers weave over her.
Warning: Two hot panther shifters, one sassy heiress and the bayou will never be the same…
That Voodoo You Do
by Myla Jackson
Catherine Boudreaux slid into the back seat of the limousine, dead tired and sick of all the push and shove of a night out in New Orleans.
James Roland, her so-called date, dropped in next to her, slobbering drunk, with hands and arms like a freakin’ octopus. Even before the chauffeur closed the door, James’s fingers ran over her body, slipping beneath her dress straps to pinch her breasts.
Sharp pain pierced her nipples. “James, no.” She pushed him away only to have him slide back, pressing her down against the leather seat.
“Come on, baby, you know you want some of this.” He rubbed hard ridge beneath his fly against her thigh, while sticking a wet, disgusting tongue into her ear.
The man worked out. He had a nice body, but he was arrogant, obsessive and annoying. Not to mention, he was stronger than she was and using that strength to his advantage.
“What part of no did you not understand?” she asked, struggling to stay ahead of his groping.
“Your lips are saying no, but your body is telling me yes.”
“I don’t know what translation you’re using, but you’ve got it all wrong.” She shoved both hands hard against his chest. “Let me up now, or I’ll have to get violent.”
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