When all Hell breaks loose...
playing fair isn't an option.
A Yearning Voodoo Priestess
Skilled at Removing Memories
A Mortal Detective Who's
Investigating Her
Stunning Secrets Exposed
Off-The-Charts Sex
Cast Includes a Spell-Challenged Witch,
a Good Fairy Who Likes to be Bad,
a Reformed Female Demon with 3 Demon Lovers,
and a Sexy-As-Sin Genie Who Loves
to Get Down & Dirty
When all hell breaks loose, playing fair isn’t an option…
Removing memories from mortals who stumble into From Crud to Stud, a makeover service for supernatural beings, is a cinch for Constance, a voodoo priestess. Finding her own Mr. Right is another matter.
However, the latest intruder into the business stops Constance dead in her tracks.
He’s tall, dark and deliciously hot. He’s also a New Orleans police detective with questions. And answering them will bring down a plague of exposure, purges and exorcisms.
Gabe Legrand has come to check out reports of strange activities. But the strangest thing is how Constance’s sexy curves and silky skin have him uncharacteristically panting like a rutting beast. Trouble is, every time his questions probe too deep, his memories go poof, sending him back to square one with his luscious guide.
There’s no denying their aching need crackles like an electrical storm. But Constance has a business to protect, which means keeping Gabe at arm’s length—even as all hell breaks loose.
Warning—epic whoppers (and we’re not just talking about lies), smokin’ hot sex, frequent brain farts and two star-crossed lovers willing to do it again. And again. And again. Yeah, baby!
PRAISE FOR MUZZLING THE BEAST
I have loved this series and each book has some life lesson buried in there too! Ultimately, no matter how screwed up, or inept we believe we are, there is someone who is willing to love you just the way you are! I love that! I love that Constance's friends were willing to do almost anything for her. They wanted her to be happy and if a mortal man did that, they stood by her.
I wholeheartedly recommend this series and look forward to the next book to come!
- deb1210, Amazon
You will love this super exciting, funny, thrilling, adorable, and steamy hot Romance. This is a five star plus story and series.
- Roxie's Romance Reviews, Amazon
TEASERS
He stepped closer. She didn’t give an inch either. They were wonderfully near, allowing her to indulge in the light brown flecks around his pupils. His fragrance surrounded her. She weakened. Damn, she yearned.
Months had passed since she’d been this aroused by a man. Radagar had been cute but too much of a Lothario and a dimwit. The others she’d known hadn’t been any better, taking what they wanted, leaving her heartbroken and lonely.
Gabe might prove the same, but his heat and big body still called to everything female within her.
He grew distracted then intense, possibly from the same carnal hunger she felt.
Time seemed to stop.
His breathing picked up.
So did hers.
Someone slammed into the wall behind them, grunted and swore, killing the magic.
Gabe looked past her and frowned. “What is going on here? And don’t you dare tell me regular therapy. The business license is for a behavior adjustment and grooming service, whatever that’s supposed to be.”
“We like to think of it as a finishing school for guys.” She smiled. “So many of you are rough around the edges. Wouldn’t you agree?”
He gave her a cop’s hard stare.
Her pussy got even wetter. She wondered if he liked using his handcuffs during bed play. If there was a God and She was female, Gabe did. “We’re simply trying to help guys suppress their uncivilized urges, like women have always been taught to do.” She stroked his forearm.
His Adam’s apple bobbed from his hard swallow. “That’s not what I’ve heard.”
She went hot, cold and hot again, terrified at what he meant. A client couldn’t have lodged a complaint with the cops and told the authorities there were vamps, weres, reapers and other paranormal beings here trying to suppress their beasts. It would be lunacy for them to expose their true natures to a mortal.
That only left the police department infiltrating this place with a supernatural who worked undercover, egged on by the Religious Right that saw conspiracies everywhere, even in Barbie dolls and McDonald’s Happy Meals.
She was afraid to know the truth but had to. “What have you heard?”
Gabe took in the sofa, the plants and glanced at the cabinet.
Before he got a good look at the photos, she cupped his head and turned his face to hers.
His eyes widened but he didn’t pull away. “What are you doing?”
What she shouldn’t, wanting him. His tight curls were a major distraction, the same as his rich mouth. She couldn’t breathe. “Nothing.”
She vaporized his memories concerning why he’d come here.
He blinked and looked at her questioningly.
What could she say, except sorry? She was for having played with his mind, but not for stroking his scalp.
His face went slack. He regarded her features and became lost in them.
Constance drank his in too, liking his looks. She felt comfortable with him, even though they didn’t know each other and never would. Sorrow hit deep in her stomach. Beneath the pain she longed for a good man. Someone she could count on who’d make each day a pleasure.
Wasn’t going to happen with him. They only had these moments. Her sadness returned. “You okay?”
He stared at her eyes and mouth. “Shouldn’t I be?”
As far as his memories were concerned, no. When it came to her touching him, she would have liked him to offer a resounding yes. “Absolutely. You’re good…way more than…”
Gabe edged closer, as a man does when he can’t help himself.
She couldn’t, either. Acting on pure instinct, she guided his mouth to hers.
Thanks so much for reading today's post. Hope you enjoyed it!
Follow me on Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/tina-donahue
Please feel free to share the post via FB, Bluesky, Linked In, and more...share buttons at the bottom of this post :)
