Voodoo, I Do (MF)

The Bitch with Bite 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 95,373
1 Ratings (2.0)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense, vampires, werewolves]

Alpha female of both the werewolf and vampire species Josephine Wade has a problem--two, actually. The first is Etienne Bordeaux, her former vampire lover she hopes to seduce again. The second is her estranged Alpha werewolf mate, Braxton Wade, who wants to show her that she may be dominant, but he’s even more so, especially with her under him and his teeth marking her. Both powerful males want her back, but only one can have her heart, body and soul.

As Josephine tries to control the situation between her former lover and her husband, her world begins to unravel. What was once the truth is now fiction, and what was fiction is now truth. Only she can be the one to unite both truth and fiction to save those closest to her and take her place beside her true mate in both the werewolf and vampire worlds.

Note: This book contains extreme violence.

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Voodoo, I Do (MF)
1 Ratings (2.0)

Voodoo, I Do (MF)

The Bitch with Bite 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 95,373
1 Ratings (2.0)
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4 STARS: "This story is full of so many kinds of drama it will make your head spin. The author is crafty in her ability to create a world where werewolves, vampire and witches are par for the course in everyday life. Sayde Grace has woven a tale with many avenues of discovery as the plot unfolds. Josephine's best friend Camilla is a witch, and she is slowly driving Josephine crazy at times with her disappearing act, and having to rescue her on many occasions during the story. The vampire Etienne wants Josephine as if there is no question that it is he who will have her in the end. Braxton holds the passion and lust for Josephine and is never going to willingly let her go. The tug of war between the two strong males in the story keeps you guessing as to who will win that fight, but Josephine is still discovering who is trying to kill her in an attempt to take her home and her werewolf husband from her for good. There are many twists and turns in this book, and at times I thought I was lost only to be pleasantly surprised at the direction the journey was taking me. So if you want hot werewolf sex and drama that will lead you on a mystery, you will enjoy this trip that Sayde Grace created. Josephine has her internal Wolf who is dead set on choosing Braxton and an internal vampire named Batty to keep her blood hot during the rough spots. You will get a kick out of this supernatural tale of humor and lust. I look forward to the next book in this series, and I already have chosen which alpha to root for." -- Darcy, The Romance Reviews

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Once upstairs, I lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Braxton went to the car to get the rest of my father’s things. The smell of sugarcane drifted across the room to me, and a lazy tingle of awareness told me Etienne was coming up the hidden passageway to my room. I looked over at the hidden door then shut my eyes, hoping he’d go away. Of course he didn’t. Instead he eased toward the bed.

Ma chère, so many nights have I remembered the way you look stretched out in our bed. I’ll never forget the way your body moves,” he said huskily.

I sat up, rolled my eyes, and looked over at him. “What do you want, Etienne?”

He smiled, causing my heart to beat faster. An instant later he knelt in front of me.

“I want to be able to bury my cock into the woman I love. I want to taste the delicious flavor of her pussy, and hear her screaming in ecstasy from me, not some fucking dog. I want to taste you in all ways and have you taste me. I want that bastard out of your life and only me touching you.” His eyes glowed crimson and cinnamon closed around us.

“Etienne, you left me, haven’t contacted me in any way, shape, or form over the years, and now you’re married to the bitch who tried to steal my husband.”

As if a lightbulb went off, it all began to make sense. “You sent her after him—didn’t you? You got her to try to split us up?” My voice was about ten octaves higher than normal.

He shook his head vehemently. “Ma chère, as much as I want him out of your life I wouldn’t hurt you that way. I want you to choose me over him. Not force you into making the decision.” He spoke softly, staring into my eyes.

“If you want me so badly, why’d you leave? Why’d you marry Elizabeth?” I asked as the anger began to boil within.

“I left because I couldn’t stand not being able to hold you. I went after Melanie’s relatives and found none, so I gave up on any future with you. That’s when I met Elizabeth. I care for her, but no one will ever hold a candle to you, chère.

He reached up as if he were going to caress my cheek the way he had done years ago after we’d made love, but the invisible line from the curse caused him to stop. His deep longing to be with me touched the little soul I had left. I fought my instinct to lean toward him.

“You need to leave. Go back to the garçonnière, to your wife. Forget everything about me. When the deal with this property is over, I’m cutting you from my line. You can stay under Grayson if you wish, but we need to be free of each other for good.”

 Braxton’s heavy footsteps marching toward me as well as the harsh scent of sulfur were clear signs he was pissed and just outside the door.

Braxton busted through the door, seething.

I silently begged Etienne to go away. He looked into my eyes, letting me see the hurt, longing, and love he held for me.

“I love you, chère. Always have and always will.” He made no move to get up when Braxton rushed toward us from the doorway.

Braxton raced across the room in a fit of rage. His scent smelled so sulfuric it turned my stomach sour.

“Brax, easy. You’re suffocating me with the smell.” Under normal circumstances I may not have tried his patience, but the smell was just too much.

He growled at me and I shut up.

He dropped the boxes onto the floor and rounded on Etienne, shoving him across the room. When Etienne hit the wall, Braxton grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the floor. “If it wasn’t for the trouble it would bring on her, I’d kill you. I’d rip you apart here and now for talking to my mate like that. I don’t give a damn whether you think you love her or not. She is my mate. Mine!” Braxton launched Etienne out one of the windows. Glass shattered and cascaded throughout the room.

A muffled thump on the earth and a cuss from Etienne said he’d made it to the ground.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“My sweet Josephine, you’re killing me.” His voice was low and rough. “It’s been five years, three days, and some odd hours since I’ve had sex. I hoped to make our reunion long and slow, but I can't. Even after that grand release, I don’t know if I’ll make it two seconds inside you. I crave you more than anything. I want to make you come, over and over, until you can’t think of anything but pleasure.”

My body tightened with oncoming bliss. “Mon chèr, you won't have to worry about it. I’m already there.”

He rolled me onto my back. His sizzling body teased mine as he slid down me with a tormenting slowness, touching every inch of my skin. He stopped at my hot, wet pussy. The ache in my pussy throbbed with need. A need to have him driving into me in a pounding force.

“Brax, please.” I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh to draw him closer to me. I gasped when his warm, wet tongue glided up my pussy lips, lapping at my cream.

“Please what?” His breath wafted across my pussy before his eyes met mine. The deepness of his tone and the dark shimmers of green in his grass-green eyes showed his passion for me. I arched off the bed, seeking more of his wicked tongue.

Jesus, I’d missed this. I had loved Etienne deeply and thought his leaving would be my end, but nothing prepared me for losing Braxton. Now to have him back with me yet not inside me was torture.

“Inside me. Now.” I hissed when his finger pushed into my tight opening and his lips sucked on my swollen clit.

“In you? I’ve got my finger in you. What more do you want?”

Holy hell! I was gonna kill him later, after he finished this torture. “Braxton.” I ground out between gasps and moans.

He laughed, but had the good sense to cooperate. His fingers left my pussy aching and lonely. My juices trickled from me down between my ass cheeks. The warmth was wicked and lovely. And I craved so much more. He slid up my body until the head of his cock rested at the entrance to my wet pussy. As the head pushed inside me, stretching that tight hole, he stopped to kiss me.

The kiss wasn’t invading or rushed. Instead he shared his feelings of relief, joy, and love. My back rose from the bed, pushing my hips down onto his dick. A burning spread from my center inward. I was wet, very wet, but nothing his size or non-battery operated had been inside me since our last night together.

“Darlin’, you all right?” Concern lit his green eyes while the cinnamon scent of lust filled the air around us.

I was more than all right, but my body needed a second. “Don’t move yet, okay?” I traced my tongue across my lips.

“Why? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” His body tensed above me.

“I’m fine. Just hold on, I need just a second to adjust.” His body began to slip from mine, but I grabbed his perfect tight ass in my hands to hold him still. “I swear if you pull out, I will kill you right now!” I opened my thighs wider to take more of him. His cock slid another inch into my pussy, filling me with pure pleasure.

“If you think I hurt you, you should really feel what you’re doing to me.” He rested his head on my forehead.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, then move, but remember, it’s been awhile.”

He exhaled and withdrew to the tip of his cock and very slowly inched back in. My muscles flexed and relaxed as he filled me to the hilt. His cock rubbed at the base of my cervix. He repeated the slow and easy torment before he finally smiled and picked up the rhythm. Fast and hard. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Fucking fantabulous. There was nothing fancy about what he was doing, no porn star moves, just primal animal thrusts over and over until I was sure he was splitting my pussy in half. I loved it.

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