Bayou Babe
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By: Imari Jade | Other books by Imari Jade Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Erotica Fiction, Interracial Word Count: 21,480 Heat Level: SIZZLING Published By: Sugar and Spice Press
Tabloid reporter turned photojournalist Langston Priestly drives to Louisiana to do a documentary on the bayou and the wetlands, but when his car runs out of gas on a dark road near the bayou, the last thing he expects to see is a beautiful half-naked African American woman. Voodoo priestess Halle Johnson’s life couldn’t get any worse…or so she thinks. The sheriff and everyone in town thinks she’s a murderess, her best friend is a nymphomaniac, the men in town assume that she’s easy since she lives alone, and now she finds a half dead white man on the bayou near her home. Common sense tells her to just walk away and not get involved, but all it takes is one look at the handsome unconscious northerner to get involved. 3 Ratings
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 Bayou Babe
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ExcerptHalle moved from where she sat and walked over to the bed. She reached for something. Ice clinked into a glass. “Drink this.” She bent over and pushed a straw through his parched lips. Her breasts were now eyelevel to him hidden behind a white blouse and probably some kind of bra contraption. He sighed. He might feel like hell all over but he was still a man. He sipped on the straw, keeping his eyes focused on the way her bosom rose and fell with each breath she took. The sweet taste of tea entered his mouth. It was lemony with a hint of mint. Langston swallowed and his throat burned. He guessed it served him right for the sexist perusal of Halle ’s cleavage. She moved the straw away. “Thank you.” He heard the glass as it landed back on the nightstand beside the bed. “Where am I?” “In my home,” she answered. “You’ve had an accident. Lucky you missed a tree and only plowed through some brush. Bush and I found you unconscious in your car.” “Bush?” “The man who gave you the gas the other night.” She reached back over to the nightstand. The sound of water startled him. Seconds later she pressed a cool compress against his forehead. It felt like he had died and gone to heaven. She put the cloth back into the water and doused his forehead again. He caught the aroma of eucalyptus on his skin. Halle dipped the cloth and continued her ministrations down his face and neck. She lowered the covers and was about to do his chest. He reached his hand up to stop her. “This could get embarrassing.” His skin might have been on fire but he knew he was nude beneath the covers. She looked down at him with those big brown eyes. “You’ve been here for three days, burning up with fever. I think I’ve seen everything you’ve got by now.” She smiled revealing a mouth of beautiful white teeth. Her face was angelic right down to her luscious full lips. Langston felt a boner coming on. “Well maybe not everything,” he replied. She playfully slapped his hand away. “I’m just following the doctor’s orders.” “The doctor?” The pain in his leg suddenly returned along with his memory of what happened. Halle went back to bathing him down. “You were bitten by a snake. If Bush and I hadn’t been out looking for the chickens, you would be dead by now. You lost consciousness behind the wheel of your car. It was during the storm.” Langston had been too busy thinking about the snake to notice that she had moved down past his abdomen and was slowly heading south. His penis wasn’t distracted and giving her a sixteen gun salute. “What type of snake?” he asked trying to will it down to normalcy. “A cottonmouth water moccasin, and from the size of the bite I would say it was a mighty big one.” “Big?” Halle nodded as she stroked his left hip with the cloth. “Enormous.” His Willie jumped. Halle smirked and went to work on the other hip. “Bush managed to get your car started again and we drove you to the doctor’s office. He suctioned the poison out and gave you anti-venom. He told me to keep an eye on you for a couple of days, in case you’re allergic to horses.” “What does horses have to do with this?” “The anti-venom is made from a horse’s blood serum.” She made it past his hips and was working her way down his good leg. He had a rock hard erection that didn’t want to be ignored. “The doctor bandaged up your leg and we brought you back here.” Langston sat up suddenly. “My boss must be worried.” Halle pushed him back down on the bed. “He knows,” she replied. “Your cell phone kept ringing so I answered it. I hope you don’t mind. I thought it might be a family member.” “No, I don’t mind. I’ll call my family later.” He paused. “Thanks for telling him, and for everything.” “You’re welcome.” “Did he say anything else?” “Just for you to take all the time you need to recuperate, and that your documentary can wait. He promised to call back later on to check on you.” She reached for a first aid kit. “I have to change that bandage now. You might not want to look.” Why didn’t he listen to her? He rose on his elbows and nearly fainted when he saw the wound. The starkness of the black and blue mark against his pale skin made him feel queasy. It also took care of his erection. “It’s healing nicely,” she muttered as she washed the infected area and replaced the bandage. “You’ll be up and around in a week or so.” Langston fell back against the pillows. He didn’t think he could take being around Halle for an entire week. All she had to do was look at him with those eyes to get him all hot and bothered. By the end of the week he’d probably be back in the doctor’s office with a serious case of blue balls. |
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