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Alpha's Voodoo by Haley Whitehall
Bayou Pack Book One

With her reputation in tatters, debutante Violet Creed is forced to exchange her life of luxury for one of uncertainty. Mark Afton wants nothing more than to take his rightful place as the leader of the Bayou Pack, but he needs a mate. Is Violet Mark’s destined mate, or is their attraction merely Voodoo magic?

Are curses real or merely imagined?

Violet Creed is a colored New Orleans debutante. She was brought up with servants and a strict set of rules regarding propriety, and her papa never approved of her interest in Voodoo. One night she sneaks out of the house and attends one of Marie Laveau’s gatherings—where she loses her virginity and her reputation. Turned out by her papa, Violet is destined for a life on the streets until Madam Dawn saves her.

Cursed to live as a wolf shifter, Mark Afton is a wealthy lawyer and heir to the Bayou Pack. Unfortunately, he can’t take over leadership from his uncle without a mate. Wanting to escape his mother’s endless matchmaking attempts, he accepts Madam Dawn’s invitation to sail on the maiden voyage of the Southern Rose and enjoy the pleasurable company of her ladies.

One of Madam Dawn’s recent hires catches his attention. He is drawn to Violet immediately. Could she be his mate or is their attraction merely Voodoo?

Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance
Content/Theme(s): Shifters, Voodoo, Magic, Interracial
Release Date: June 8, 2015
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books

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A lump formed in his throat and he swallowed around the obstruction. He’d heard rumors of her, not that he was in the habit of believing hearsay, that she’d been disowned by her family.

Her body trembled and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. Kissing her cheeks, he wiped away the tears that fell.

“Shh. You’re safe now. Madam Dawn will take care of you. I will take care of you.” He meant every word, too. The need to protect her, care for her, grew stronger. “Did you tell Madam Dawn that you were new to this...er...profession?”

Violet closed her eyes and shook her head. “I needed the job too badly. I couldn’t bear to wander the streets. Madam Dawn thought I’d been taught everything I needed to know.”

“Don’t worry,” he whispered softly, “you will be soon. I will teach you.” Mark splayed a hand on her shoulder and his fingers slowly drifted down the warm curves of her body. The cool silk sizzled under his touch. Violet was the closest he’d come to being with a virgin, a fantasy he’d always had.

Her chin quivered and uncertainty played in her eyes. “All-all right.”

Bending over the bed, he pressed one hand into the mattress on either side of her and set to work feathering her with kisses. At first she looked unsure, but did not try to avoid his touch.

“You don’t enjoy this, do you?”

“What lady would?” she countered.

He chuckled. “A lot of ladies enjoy being intimate with a man although it is not seen as proper for them to admit it. The men you are with will expect you to at least pretend to appreciate their company.”

Her stiff body softened and she appeared more relaxed on the bed. Good, that’s a start.

He kissed her forehead, then her brow, temple and cheek, slowly working his way to her plump lips. Her bosom rose and fell rapidly. “I’m not sure why you’re nervous. Wasn’t it like this when you did it before?”

Swallowing hard, she did not take her eyes off of him. “No,” she squeaked out. “I didn’t have time to think before—just enough class to be ashamed afterward.”

He grunted. “There is something to be said for that—not thinking. Let your body react naturally.”

Locking his mouth with hers, he kissed her passionately with practiced precision. Her warmth and sweetness overwhelmed him. One taste of her and he instantly wanted more.

She moaned as their lips crushed together. He ran his hands down the front of her dress, pausing on her chest, trying to feel her breasts through the layers of clothing. Before things went much further he’d have to strip her bare.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips, first lightly and then with more force, asking her to open. Finally, she relented and he thrust inside, his body lowering more on top of hers, although his feet remained on the floor.

His tongue plundered her mouth, her own matching his with surprising fervor. Breathless, he pulled back when his vision blurred. He stared at her, confused. If he had been a man full of his own self-importance he would have thought that claiming her mouth had unlocked the key to her wilder side. As it was, the heat in her gaze unsettled him.

“Did I do something wrong?” she whispered.

“Wrong? No, of course not.” You’re doing everything right.

Without warning, he scooped her up in his arms and she gasped. He spun her around and then gently set her on her feet. Turning her to face away from him, he undid the buttons of her gown. Her fingers sprang up to hold her bodice, keeping her chest covered. The dress loosened to fall from her shoulders, but she did not relinquish her grip on the fabric covering her inviting curves.

He wrapped a hand around one of her slender wrists. “I have paid for the view and much more.”

Her face paled and he worked hard to hold back a smirk.

Tugging lightly, he pulled her hand away and the bodice fell, revealing a shift and a corset pulled snug beneath her breasts. With quick pulls on the laces he undid her corset, and a moment later he tossed it into the chair across the room. Still standing behind her, he brushed up her long legs with the pads of his fingers. Applying the same soft pressure, he moved higher. His hands rested on her hips for a moment and he noticed she held her breath. The voyage was going to be more enjoyable with her than it would have been with the more experienced women.
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