Under Your Spell
Cajun Demons MC
military romance, romantic suspense
Love can be magical. And deadly. Chloe After my grand-mère was murdered, I returned to Bayou Noir to find the killer. And I had just one suspect, Xavier Richelieu. But I forgot just how superstitious the folks in my old hometown can be. A voodoo priestess, a supposed vampire, and a grumpy gator are on the loose. I don't believe in this crazy supernatural stuff, but I am worried about seeing my old crush again, Saint. And I should be. Somehow, he's even more gorgeous than I remember. I'm tempted to leave my good girl ways behind and take a long, hard ride with the biker. Saint I've got better things to do than follow Chloe around, but she seems bound and determined to get herself killed. Somebody needs to watch her back and it might as well be me. She's running hot and cold, but one way or the other, I'm gonna sweet talk her into my bed. I'm used to keeping my distance from women, but with Chloe, I can't get close enough. Under Your Spell is a fast-paced, action packed, MC romance with some paranormal elements. This full-length standalone novel contains a hot biker, explicit language, scorching sex scenes, and an HEA.
cycle clubs in the environs of New Orleans – a popular trope – and did one of
the ‘real’ Salem witches settle in the town? Is there ‘real’ magic? And what
are questions that the book raises in its storyline and attempts to answer with
some spooky occurrences and murder.
trope a good girl always reforms a bad boy – especially one who is, I effect, a
male whore and can’t keep his trousers zipped up, and finds himself falling for
the one woman he can be faithful to. In addition, she helps him wise up to his
criminal activities and take a more honourable route to living.
for light reading and quite a nice telling of this typical storyline.
Under Your Spell
Cajun Demons MC
by Cynthia Rayne
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: December 17th 2018
Chloe After my grand-mère was murdered, I returned to Bayou Noir to find the killer, because the police won’t do their freaking jobs. And I have just one suspect, Xavier Richelieu. But I forgot just how crazy the folks in my old hometown can be. A voodoo priestess, a supposed vampire, and a grumpy gator are on the loose. I don’t believe in crazy supernatural stuff, but I am worried about seeing my old crush again, Saint. And I should be. Somehow, he’s even more drop dead gorgeous than I remember.
Saint I’m a member of the Demons MC, Cajun Chapter and I’ve got better things to do than follow Chloe around who seems bound and determined to get herself killed. But someone needs to watch her back and I don’t see anyone else lining up to do the job. Once upon a time, she was a chubby kid with a school girl crush. Now, she’s a mouthwatering woman, who wants nothing to do with me. One way or the other, I’m gonna help her avenge her grand-mère and sweet talk her into my bed. Maybe not in that order.
“Now, you have
to let me touch you. I’ll take care of you and you don’t have to do a thing.”
Despite myself, my noble intentions started to crumble under the onslaught. I’d be lying, if I said I wasn’t tempted to take him up on his offer—the promise of pleasure, without any strings.
But I didn’t trust him. Saint had an agenda. If I let him touch me, he’d want more. Who are you kidding? You’d want more, too.
“I thought we agreed to be friends earlier.”
“It’s what you wanted, not me. Come on, Little Bit, all you’ve gotta do is say the word. I’ll take care of everything else.”
The way he looked at me, set me on fire. The front door was still open and for a second, I thought about dashing out of it, so I could avoid this discussion.
But I had to shut this down. “I appreciate your impression of Lucifer with the apple, but I’m not an idiot.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb, Saint. You’re betting I’ll get carried away and let you do anything you want.” And I would. When I got turned on, I’d forget to be upset with him.
“I don’t have a clue what you’re talkin’ about.” His eyes widened in shock, as though the idea had never occurred to him. “This is all about you. Not me.”
“Well, I know myself. Once we started down this road, I wouldn’t be able to refuse.”
His expression was wolfish. “Then you should definitely let me make you cum.”
“So, is Chloe rentin’ this place out to you?” Saint asked.
“Chloe?” The sound of my own name startled me so much, I dropped the keys.
Saint bent and picked them up, before handing them to me. I glanced up, meeting those startling, swallow-me-whole blue eyes. Somehow, I couldn’t look away.
Saint cleared his throat. “What was I sayin’? Right. Chloe’s the girl who owns this place. Her grandmother passed a few weeks ago. She must’ve rented it out to you.”
“Oh, uh, um, yes.” The lie clogged my throat, and I had to force the words out.
“What’s wrong?” He studied my face.
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
And then his eyes widened. “Wait a minute.
“Holy shit.” Saint stabbed an accusatory finger at me. “You’re her.”
“Who?” I played dumb, desperately clinging to the plan.
“No fuckin’ way.” He backed off. “You’re Chloe!”
“But you’re…Little Bit.” He trailed off.Saint had given me the nickname when I was a kid because I’d been short. Not to mention, round. “No, I can’t do this. It ain’t right.” Saint shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs away.“Sorry. I have to go.”
Saint raced back down the path. He straddled his motorcycle and then took off, leaving a cloud of dirt and smoke in his wake.
And I was left on the front porch,
watching him leave.