Prophetic nightmares. Spirit possession. Dark magic.
Childhood obsession turned irresistible passionate affair.
How does a sweet girl from Louisiana get tangled into a web of horror and lies?
I had the hard heart of a hustler. It was the only reason I had lived this long to tell my tale.
The American dream was mine for the taking.
My past would never be my future, and nothing would get in my way—or so I thought. Turquoise-eyed spirit—that’s what I called her. She had bewitched me the moment I laid eyes on her.
But her curiosity in a world that she had no business tampering with was too much for me to handle. I warned her that it would only bring trouble, but she didn’t listen.
What I wasn’t expecting was that trouble would find me in the most unexpected way.
Giving her up would be the most difficult thing I had ever done, but it was my only option.
As the innocent daughter of a Southern politician, this was the role that I had been groomed to assume. I was expected to fulfill the family legacy and marry a man I could hardly stand.
But magic beckoned me—the type of magic that one should think twice before conjuring.
Its pull was almost as strong as the dark and mysterious stranger that had crossed my perfectly straight path.
He was everything that was missing from my life: excitement, danger, seduction.
One kiss, and I was instantly his—until sinister forces threatened to tear him away from me.
How could I survive without him? But then again, I wasn’t so sure I could survive staying with him.
Now, my only saving grace was something that I couldn’t explain—that feeling that they call numinous.