Tuesday, November 08, 2011

That Voodoo You Do - Alluring Tales: Night Moves

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Alluring Tales: Night Moves
That Voodoo You Do
by Myla Jackson

Weaving the 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."
"Yeah, baby, I love it when you talk tough." His fingers squeezed harder on her nipple and his tongue dug deeper into her ear.
Her body stiffened. Catherine only wanted to go home and sleep off a migraine quickly growing in proportion to the amount of gymnastics she performed to evade James.
"Come on, let's do it here." James ground his pelvis against hers, his head descending to claim her lips.
Catherine turned her face from his kiss, his wet lips sliming her cheek. "I'm not in the mood."
"Come on, don't you want to celebrate your purchase?"
"I'll celebrate in a bubble bath." Which sounded sadly more interesting than James.
His hands slithered down her body, cupping her pussy through the thin fabric of her dress. "That sounds like fun."
"Alone." Catherine slapped away his hand.
"You worked hard to acquire that tract of swamp land, imagine all the oil you can pump out of it." He shivered. "I get chills just thinking of all that money you'll add to your family fortune."
"Yeah. So what's that got to do with pawing me?" She planted a palm against his forehead and leveraged away his face.
"You and me, we're made for each other. I can help you invest all that lovely cash in the stock market. You'll be even richer."
Invest? Catherine went still beneath James. "Is that why you asked me out? You want to manage my money?"
"Hell, yeah." He planted a slobbery kiss against her chin, reeking of scotch. "Who wouldn't want to?"
Catherine sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Why did she think this would be any different? James was handsome, well-built and...just like every other man she'd met since she'd inherited her grandfather's billions. They all wanted only one part of her—the part that included her bank account.
She fumbled for the intercom button on the door and jabbed it.
James shoved a hand into the slit of her skirt, his fingers hooking the elastic of her panties, ripping them over her hips.
The window behind the driver's seat slid downward. "Yes, Miss Boudreaux?"
"Stop the car," she demanded, straining against James’s weight.
"Hey, shut the damned window," James shouted, flinging his shoe at the driver. "We're about to do some serious fucking."
"Like hell we are." Catherine brought up her knee sharply between James's legs, hitting his sweet spot with as much force as she could leverage. "Just in case you didn't get the message, I said no."
James screamed like a girl and fell over onto the floor, clutching his crotch.
In the middle of New Orleans traffic, the vehicle screeched to a halt. The chauffeur, dressed in a black suit with a crisp white shirt, black tie and mirrored sunglasses, opened the back door.
Catherine sat up quickly, straightening her dress to cover her naked breasts. "Etienne, please escort this gentleman to the curb."
"Etienne had a family emergency and wasn't able to perform the remainder of his driving duties tonight," the chauffeur announced. "I'm his replacement, Lucien."
"Whatever," Catherine waved a hand. "Get this man out of here."
With a groan, James grabbed for her calf. "Catherine, don't play hard to get. I was only teasing."
"Get out, James." She kicked at his hand, her high heel connecting with the man's cheekbone, leaving a long, jagged scratch.
James grabbed his face. "Bitch." When he reached for her again, Lucien yanked the offensive man by his feet, dragging him from the limousine and onto the sidewalk. Once James was outside the vehicle, the chauffeur assisted the man to his feet, and dusted him off, with a great deal of civility, even retrieving the shoe James had flung.
Then Lucien closed the car door.
Catherine punched the lock button as James lunged for the door handle. He yanked on it and then pounded both fists against the window. "Catherine Boudreaux, you'll pay for this!"
She leaned back against the seat, rubbing her fingers over her sore nipples, feeling like she'd already paid for it. Her hand fell to her side landing on a soft fabric pouch. Had it fallen out of James's pocket? Catherine switched on a reading light and studied the object. If she wasn't mistaken, this was a gris gris pouch, the kind the Voodoo shops sold by the thousands to gullible tourists.
What was James doing with it? Trying to weave a little love spell?
Catherine snorted. Not happening. She rolled down the window, about to throw the pouch at James.
Before the window slid down, the limo pulled out into traffic. "Are you all right, Miss Boudreaux?" Lucien called through the open dividing glass.
She stared into the rearview mirror, expecting the mirrored sunglasses, instead she fell into the driver's deep gold eyes reflecting back at her. He had black hair and equally black brows, his skin swarthy and tanned.
Yum. Something primal stirred deep in Catherine's body.
"Where to, ma'am?"
With the gris gris clenched in her hand, her head pounding as if natives beat tom toms in rhythm with her pulse, Catherine's eyes blurred and she dragged her gaze from the handsome driver. Her head fell back against the seat. "I don't care...take me away."
"Anywhere in particular?" he asked.
"An island out in the middle of nowhere." She closed her eyes, willing the pain to ease from her temples. "Someplace where people like that creep James can't find me would be nice."
"I know just the spot," the chauffeur murmured.

Stay tuned for these other exciting Alluring Tales: Night Moves
November 8th
Myla Jackson
Using Voodoo and passionate persuasion, panther shape-shifting brothers woo an abducted heiress over to their side of the bayou.
November 15th
Cathryn Fox
When a mermaid saves a drowning man she unleashes a tidal wave of passion that could destroy her very world.
November 22nd
Vivi Anna
Returning home after a tragedy, a woman finds herself entangled in a century's old murder mystery, and caught between two physically and emotionally different men who may have been involved.
November 29th
Sylvia Day
Can a darkly sensual warlock make the switch when his beloved familiar finds her dominant nature awakened by the lure of black magic...?
December 6th
Sasha White
A Highlander who was trapped for centuries enjoys the carnal freedoms of the modern world when he finds the reincarnation of his soul-mate...and her husband.
December 13th
Lisa Renee Jones
A witch after his secrets. A werewolf after her pleasure.
December 20th
Delilah Devlin
An ancient dragon sends a loyal knight on a quest to find a virgin to ease his curse. Who knew a virgin would be so hard to find?
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