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On sale May 12, 2014
blurb:
In this second rousing story in the Chiasson series, New York Times bestselling author, Donna Grant delivers a scorching tale about a woman running from her past and the only man who can save her.
ONE FAMILY TORN APART…
Ava Ledet has had a hard time forgiving her father for walking out on her to hunt the supernatural. When Ava returns to the bayous to visit a friend and attempt to gain some closure, she’s confronted by the ghosts of her past. Unfortunately, that’s not the only darkness descending upon her. An evil unlike anything she’s ever encountered has focused on her, and she’s forced to put her life in the hands of a handsome hunter if she’s to live another day.
ANOTHER CURSED…
Gorgeous, loyal Lincoln Chiasson always has his brothers’ backs, and when his cousin from New Orleans needs his help after being cursed by a Voodoo priestess, he’s among the first to offer assistance. Until he sets eyes on Ava. After that, protecting her becomes more important than anything. Or anyone. But can he win her trust – and her love – while keeping her safe from his family?
The excerpt:
Lincoln wanted to forget the haunting beauty that was Ava Ledet, with her long, wavy auburn hair and unusual amber eyes. She walked fluidly, almost as if she glided upon air.
She had the look of a city girl, but there was something in the way that she gazed longingly at the bayou. Then there was her creamy skin, only accentuated by the black shirt that molded to her pert breasts. And, of course, her tight white pants.
Lincoln watched her help Olivia clear the table, and bit back a moan as she bent over and he got a view of her breasts when her collar dipped.
“She’s very pretty,” Beau said as he walked up and handed Lincoln a beer.
“Yep.”
Pretty was like calling the Grand Canyon a hole in the ground. Ava was...enthralling, spellbinding. Captivating.
She was calm and easy-going now, but he would wager his best knives that she had a temper to go with that hair of hers. Her face was that of an angel, with her high cheekbones and wide, expressive eyes. But her sensual mouth and tempting curves hinted at a sexier side that Lincoln itched to bring out of her.
“Are you laying claim, because I’m definitely interested,” Beau said.
Lincoln paused with his beer half way to his lips, and slanted a glare at his youngest brother.
Beau chuckled and shook his head. “I get the point, Linc. Stop with the look. By the way, who called earlier? You looked upset.”
Shit. How could he have forgotten about Solomon’s call? As his gaze once more snagged on Ava, he knew exactly why he had forgotten.
“Is it bad?” Beau asked.
“Bad enough. I can’t exactly tell the family with Ava here.”
Beau rubbed his jaw. “Christian brought her bag into the house. Is she staying?”
“I hope to hell not.” For several reasons. The main one being that Lincoln didn’t think he could keep his distance from her.
Lincoln wanted to forget the haunting beauty that was Ava Ledet, with her long, wavy auburn hair and unusual amber eyes. She walked fluidly, almost as if she glided upon air.
She had the look of a city girl, but there was something in the way that she gazed longingly at the bayou. Then there was her creamy skin, only accentuated by the black shirt that molded to her pert breasts. And, of course, her tight white pants.
Lincoln watched her help Olivia clear the table, and bit back a moan as she bent over and he got a view of her breasts when her collar dipped.
“She’s very pretty,” Beau said as he walked up and handed Lincoln a beer.
“Yep.”
Pretty was like calling the Grand Canyon a hole in the ground. Ava was...enthralling, spellbinding. Captivating.
She was calm and easy-going now, but he would wager his best knives that she had a temper to go with that hair of hers. Her face was that of an angel, with her high cheekbones and wide, expressive eyes. But her sensual mouth and tempting curves hinted at a sexier side that Lincoln itched to bring out of her.
“Are you laying claim, because I’m definitely interested,” Beau said.
Lincoln paused with his beer half way to his lips, and slanted a glare at his youngest brother.
Beau chuckled and shook his head. “I get the point, Linc. Stop with the look. By the way, who called earlier? You looked upset.”
Shit. How could he have forgotten about Solomon’s call? As his gaze once more snagged on Ava, he knew exactly why he had forgotten.
“Is it bad?” Beau asked.
“Bad enough. I can’t exactly tell the family with Ava here.”
Beau rubbed his jaw. “Christian brought her bag into the house. Is she staying?”
“I hope to hell not.” For several reasons. The main one being that Lincoln didn’t think he could keep his distance from her.
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Donna Grant has been praised for her "totally addictive" and "unique and sensual" stories. She's the author of more than twenty novels spanning multiple genres of romance. Her latest acclaimed series, Dark Warriors, features a thrilling combination of Druids, primeval gods, and immortal Highlanders who are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her husband, two children, a dog, and three cats in Texas.
Visit Donna at www.DonnaGrant.com
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