Bitten in the Bayou (Stormy Weather, Book Two)
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Jules and Andre Deveraux have been hired to find wildlife photographer Angelica Humphrey. She’s lost somewhere in the Louisiana bayou and there’s a hurricane brewing. Angelica has never met anyone like Jules or Andre and she’s instantly attracted. But she doesn’t have time to act on her desire because she has to get away from the ex-boyfriend who stalks her. Or does she? More
(This title was previously released by another publisher.)
ABOUT BITTEN IN THE BAYOU
Stormy Weather - Book 2
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance - menage, werewolf, erotic, bayou
Other Books In This Series
The Cajun's Captive (Book One)
Seduced by a Cajun Werewolf (Book Three)
Mated to a Cajun Werewolf (Book Four)
Stranded with a Cajun Werewolf (Book Five)
The Stormy Weather 5-in-1 Anthology
Stormy Weather Collector's Edition
More Than Attraction (Dr. Elijah Cooper's Book)
A Cajun Werewolf Christmas
“What do they call this color, André?” Jules' unexpected question confused her. His eyes flicked over the top of her head.
“Strawberry blonde?” the other man replied. He sounded like he was right behind her. She turned her head and saw him out of the corner of her eye. Only a foot or so separated her back from his front. She’d be lying if she said their nearness didn’t affect her. Excite her just a little.
She’d traveled the world, and though she’d always had her lens zoomed in on animals, she’d kept an eye out for Mr. Right. Or Mr. Hot-n-Sexy. She’d never come across a man so worthy of being photographed. A man so gorgeous he could steal her breath. One who had an animal magnetism that was usually reserved for movie stars.
And there were two of them, she thought, feeling rather dreamy despite the fact that she was sinking into the mud.
“Right,” Jules murmured, drawing her attention back to him. “Strawberry blonde. I love strawberries, don't you André?”
His tone was so seductive, so husky, Angelica’s insides melted. Her hardened nipples brushed against his chest, and she knew she should back away from him. Get as far away from these men as she could.
“So juicy. And sweet,” Jules whispered in her ear. A little thrill raced through her as his breath warm caressed her wet skin. When he straightened and actually licked his lips, she was sure he was going to kiss her.
Angelica found strength she didn't know she had and took a step back. Self-preservation. She had to get out of this swamp. Away from William. No matter how seductive these men were.
Her back hit something strong and solid. Not a tree. André.
Large hands clamped over her hips, and a squeak of alarm escaped her lips.
“What's wrong, chérie?” Jules stepped toward her, his hands capturing hers. He breathed on them, letting his hot breath chase away the chill.
“No—nothing.” She shook her head. When he looked up at her through those long, black eyelashes, Angelica realized she was a goner. They'd completely and utterly seduced her with their heated looks, sexy accent, and tender touch. “Is William still in town?” she found herself asking.
Jules tensed for just a second before he shrugged those strong shoulders. “Dunno.”
“Does it matter?” André asked.
“He's a dangerous man.” Her voice shook more than she wanted.
Jules' jaw worked back and forth, and his hazel eyes darkened to match the stormy sky. “Don't worry, chérie. We'll protect you.”