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Remy Doucette is the hunky Sheriff in his small southern Louisiana Parish. Handsome and sexy, he has no shortage of willing women in his life and that’s just how he likes it. He isn’t interested in having a relationship with anyone, predestined or not. He’s got no problem with electricity or rain, but he has no use for the “Electric Rayne” whose romantic indifference to the men of the parish has broken many hearts. He has even less use for magic.
Rayne Deveau has lived all over the world even though she spent her teen years in her Grandmere’s sleepy parish. She’s never been able to get close to any man thanks to the meddling old woman’s spells. The fact that she had to hide her own special abilities just complicated things further. Why did she have to go and fall in love with Remy Doucette just when she had her hands full trying to protect herself and her Grandmere from an unknown threat?
Excerpt:
Prologue
Bullets smacked the water around him as Deke rushed his niece to safety. Two officers from his own Parish waited in a flatboat, urging him on. He wasn’t certain what Ashlynn had gotten mixed up in, but he sure as hell knew that it was dangerous.
That silly girl always managed to embroil herself in the riskiest pursuits she could find, no matter that she was a Treasury Officer and shouldn’t be threatened with gunfire at any time. He wished his good friend Gabriel much success in calming and controlling his little fire-starting niece. Someone had to take care of her. From now on, it would be Gabriel.
It was something Deke was going to have to accept. He’d always looked out for her, they had a connection that he treasured, but knew he’d have to step aside and let his best friend—and now Ashlynn’s lover—be the man she turned to.
Deke ignored the biting sting of whatever vicious creatures were feeding on him as he forced himself and Ashlynn through waist-deep water.
“Deputy,” Marie Collins, one of Gabe Theroit’s officers, called low and urgently, “Deputy Doucette…”
“Help her get in there and Ledet, give me your gun, you two get her out of here. Collins, shoot anyone not in uniform from here on out, you got me?”
“Sir,” Officer Ledet croaked, his voice high and tight.
“Your gun, officer,” Deke demanded sharply, irritated at the delay. “Mine’s all wet.”
“Oncle Deke!” Deke had been surprised when Ashlynn called him Oncle. Her accent was very European, like her mother’s. “Uncle Deke!” she screamed again.
And then he felt it…a sledgehammer to his back, bursting into flames. Surprised…he was very surprised. He’d been shot. Had he thought he was bullet-proof or something, he wondered.
That was his last thought before the muddy water of the bayou rushed up to embrace him.
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Angel Baptiste saw it all. Saw a hint of it the day he kissed her, the day she knew he was hers…saw it the night before it happened, in a dream.
She made it to the hospital in time to greet the ambulance. Would she grieve, or would she celebrate? If only her forecast could tell her that…
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