Mystery Men of Ignite!

Entangled Suspense has a new name – Ignite. The line is filled with hot, thrillers and suspense stories that are designed to keep you on the edge-of-your-seats. The men are hot, the women are strong, sexy and equally hot and there will be love!

Ignite authors with current releases are sponsoring an event this Thursday night, August 8, from 7-9 EDT on Facebook celebrating the newly renamed line at Entangled.

The event is called The Mystery Men of Ignite – Revealed!

Eight Ignite authors have been posting clues all week on our websites and blogs, and Thursday night, all will be revealed. You can win a $100 Amazon gift card and other prizes. Details are here. At that time we will reveal who inspired our heroes. My hero's clue is his lips. I can imagine this hero whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Granted his brogue would melt me into a puddle of goo. He has a legal degree but gave up law for film. He can be cute and cuddly or ripped with an incredibly sexy bod, when the role calls for it. Tough but gentle, like Ed Marceaux in DEJA VOODOO. And he'd fit right in with the Boyette family of mistfits. DEJA VOODOO is available now for mystery and suspense with a bit of CAJUN MAGIC thrown in for fun.


 Enjoy the Mystery Men game and join us tonight for the big reveal!

DEJA VOODOO

by Elle James

Deja Voodoo
Entangled Publishing

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Blurb

A little magic goes a long way…

Alexandra Belle Boyette is closing in on the big 3-0 and her mama has made it her mission to marry her off. In the tiny parish of Bayou Miste, deep in the Louisiana swamps, finding suitable hubby material can be a challenge—and Alex would rather not rely on magical spells to do the trick. But there is a sexy new man in town who might fit the bill...

Ed Marceaux is in Bayou Miste to safeguard a key witness to a Louisiana Mafia murder. He must keep an eye out for suspicious characters—but the place seems to be full of them! What could be stranger than a woman dressed in a sexy nightgown chasing a naked man down the street? The enchantingly gorgeous Alex Boyette certainly makes it worth his while to find out…

Add a Voodoo spell gone wrong, and voila! madness—and love—ensues.

 Excerpt

“Sport!” yet another feminine entreaty split his eardrums.
The yelling voices preceded the appearance of two women from the end of the street. One was wearing skin-tight biking shorts and a sports bra, and had her fiery red hair caught up in a ponytail. The other…

Holy hell.

His jaw dropped. The collision must have hit him harder than he’d thought. Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe and was seeing things. Gorgeous things.


Her hair was as black as the brand-new Mustang convertible parked in the garage at his apartment building. Her eyes were bright blue, and she had smooth, creamy skin that reminded him of a cup of pale, milky mocha. And boy was there a lot of skin showing. She wore a frothy blue baby-doll nightie. The gown did
nothing to cover the lacy black string-bikini panties peeking out with every step as she raced down the street barefoot. And oh, those luscious breasts bobbed unfettered beneath the filmy fabric.
The two jogging beauties slid to a stop in front of him. Apparently, they were real, not just a figment of his imagination.

The redhead spoke first. “Did you see a do—” She didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence when the black-haired beauty jammed her elbow into her gut.

“Man. Did you see a man run by?” demanded the woman in the blue baby-doll nightie.

Interesting. Even without his usual five-mile jog and gallon of coffee, his senses were now on full alert. Standing this close to that short, sheer blue gown was doing crazy things to his gray matter and other parts of his body.

The women looked flustered. But then, one of them had a reason. Hell, she was running around in an out t that couldn’t be licensed for public consumption in the free world. He loved seeing her worry her full, ruby mouth, and made it a point to worry it more.

“Can you describe this man?” he stalled.

The dark one squirmed. Wow, she even squirmed beautifully.

If he wasn’t careful, he’d be making a tent of his jogging shorts.

The redhead jumped into the silence. “He has reddish-brown hair, brown eyes, and a body to die for.” She paused and added, “Oh, and did I mention he was naked?”

Ed let an eyebrow inch upward. “Naked?” he asked the darkhaired one. “Any particular reason a man is running around the town naked?”

The black-haired beauty’s eyes ashed, but she didn’t answer.

“We scared him,” the redhead supplied.

Since she’d asked him if he’d seen a man run by, the dark one hadn’t uttered a word.

He considered it a challenge. “Do you always run around Bayou Miste in your…black string-bikini underwear?” He trailed his gaze down her front to the dark shadow of her underwear, barely visible beneath the filmy skirt of her nightgown.

A blush started in the vicinity of her cleavage and traveled up her neck to her cheeks. Score!

“Come on, Calliope, this man doesn’t know anything.” The dark-haired one grabbed the redhead’s arm and tried to drag her away.

“But Alex, I’m enjoying the show.” The redhead smiled a wicked smile and eyed the front of his shorts.

Damn. He’d been so intent on making Miss Naughty Nightie squirm, he’d forgotten about his own arousing reaction to her delights.

She glanced down, color brightening even more in her cheeks. But her mouth curved at the ends. “I take it by show, you mean comedy?” A thin, dark brow winged upward. “I’ve had my laugh. Ha, ha. Now, come on, Calliope. We have to catch Sport.”

His ego agging, Ed couldn’t help tossing a parting shot. “What, is this some kind of kinky game you’re playing?”

“And if it is, did you want to be invited?” the one called Calliope asked, her grin widening.

“Maybe.” He answered the redhead, his gaze fixed on Alex.

“Too bad.” Blue nightie actually tsked her tongue. “We’re more selective of our playthings.” With a dismissive sweep of her gaze from his head to his feet, she put him rmly in his place.

Then she was racing down the street, her rm buttocks even more interesting in the black lace bikini.

Ed turned to jog after her. He had to know who she was. More important, he wanted to get to know those lace panties more intimately. After two steps, he had to pause and adjust. Nope, he wasn’t jogging in the next ve minutes. Not in his…uh…condition.
Later. In a town as small as Bayou Miste, he’d easily find her.

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