Title: Wild Man’s Curse
Author: Susannah Sandlin
Publisher: Montlake Romance
While on an early morning patrol in the swamps of Whiskey Bayou, Louisiana wildlife agent Gentry Broussard spots a man leaving the home of voodoo priestess Eva Savoie—a man who bears a startling resemblance to his brother, whom Gentry thought he had killed during a drug raid three years earlier. Shaken, the agent enters Eva’s cabin and makes a bloody discovery: the old woman has been brutally murdered.
With no jurisdiction over the case, he’s forced to leave the investigation to the local sheriff, until Eva’s beautiful heir, Celestine, receives a series of gruesome threats. As Gentry’s involvement deepens and more victims turn up, can he untangle the secrets behind Eva’s murder and protect Celestine from the same fate? Or will an old family curse finally have its way?
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Ceelie looked at Genry’s profile, strong and serious, beautiful in the soft light creating reddish-gold glints on his dark hair. He’d showered and changed into a simple white polo and jeans, not an ounce of vanity or guile about him this morning, the uniform swagger absent. When he finished his coffee and turned toward her to set it in the sink, his expression was that of a man with a heavy heart.
“It’s going to be okay.” Before she could talk herself out of it, Ceelie wrapped her arms around him. Gentry froze at first, and she could practically hear the thoughts racing through his head—not wanting pity, not wanting to step over the line with someone whose family member his brother had murdered, not wanting to cross any lines, period.
Ceelie didn’t give a crap about lines. She’d come to care about this man, even if her feelings had been born out of fear and loneliness, and at the worst time in the world. She wanted to give him comfort if he needed it. She’d learned many things from Tante Eva, and one of them was to own her feelings.
Ceelie pulled back, but kept her hands resting on his waist. “I know you’re torn in a million different directions right now, but can you do one thing for me?” He wouldn’t do anything to help himself, but he’d help her. She knew him that well already.
He blinked. “Okay.”
“Hold me.” She wrapped her arms around him again. “Just hold me.”
Some dam inside him seemed to give way, and he pulled her close, resting his cheek against her hair. He smelled of soap and something citrusy.
Ceelie raised on tiptoe and it seemed to be all the direction Gentry needed. He leaned into her, seeking out her mouth, kissing her like she hadn’t been kissed in … maybe ever. It wasn’t like their first kiss back at the cabin, tentative and sweet. It was hot, hungry, and when Ceelie molded her body against his, she felt the hard press of his arousal.
Which was fine, because she wanted him. Now. Here. If the last couple of weeks had taught her anything, it was that life was short and you never knew when it would be taken away.
He lifted her onto the counter, but then wrenched his lips from hers. “Are you sure about this? I mean, we—”
Good grief. This man, with his overinflated sense of responsibility, was going to force her to be the aggressor. Well, so be it. She hooked her legs around his hips and hauled him toward her, creating heat and friction that made her breath catch. She grinned at his wide eyes and northward-hiking eyebrows.
Ceelie leaned in and tugged his earlobe between her teeth, just hard enough that it should sting. Her breath puffed against his ear. “Do I seem like I’m not sure? I think you’re scared of me.”
He wrapped his hands around the curve of her hips and jerked her tightly against him so she could feel exactly how scared he wasn’t.
Moving against her, Gentry let himself get lost in her heat and the salty-sweet taste of her skin. The world shrank to the two of them, the doubts and worries that had been plaguing him pushed away by the soft moan of this amazing woman. The doubts would come back soon enough, but for now, she took away his ability to think of anything but having her.
She reached down to untuck his shirt.
“Too slow.” He took the fabric from her and ripped the shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. He wanted to feel her against his bare skin.
There was still a tank top between them, and that damn thing needed to go. He slipped his hands underneath the red fabric and pushed it up, revealing a glimpse of full breasts in a simple white bra. That needed to go too, because his mouth wanted to be there. Now.
He was halfway there when a blaring horn sounded outside the window, freezing him in place.
That would be the window they were well on the way to having sex in front of.
That would be the window through which he could see his partner getting out of her truck and pointing at them, at her eyes, and back at them again. Shit. “It’s Sinclair.”
“Think she saw us?” Ceelie was breathing as hard as he was, and he wanted to cry when she tugged the tank top back in place. Damn it.
“Oh yeah, she saw us.” He helped Ceelie down from the kitchen counter—now his favorite spot in the house—and snatched his shirt off the floor. “I’m putting her on desk duty.”
Ceelie laughed. “Five minutes later, and she would’ve had blackmail material.”
About the Author
Susannah Sandlin is the author of the award-winning Penton Legacy paranormal romance series and The Collectors romantic suspense series. Writing as Suzanne Johnson, she is the author of the Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series and several urban fantasy novellas. Susannah was a finalist for the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Awards in both 2014 and 2015, and she is the 2015 winner of the Holt Medallion for romantic suspense, the 2015 Booksellers’ Best Award for romantic suspense, and the 2013 winner of the Holt Medallion for paranormal romance. A longtime New Orleanian, she currently lives in Auburn, Alabama, which explains her penchant for SEC football, gators, and cheap Mardi Gras trinkets.
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