Leona Adieux wandered the streets of the French Quarter wondering what she would do with her life—what her next step would be. As a voodoo practitioner, she found a home in the accepting city. But she still felt unsettled—like something more was out there.
As he safety checked the last diving apparatus of the batch, Alphonse Rousseau wondered when he’d find the help he desperately needed to keep Rousseau Dive, on Bayou Teche, afloat. He couldn’t run it alone, and while he believed in all things supernatural, the odd feeling he had of being watched in the dive shop couldn’t be mere coincidence. Especially after the latest bout of rearranged product in the store. Maybe he should get someone over to check things out.
When Leona met Alphie the first time, she knew there was something special about him. Besides the physical attraction, there was a spiritual one, as well. He connected with her inner witch in a way no man ever had—even La Vendeuse Macabre owner and voodoo queen, Geneve Gabon didn’t reach her in the primal and powerful way Alphie did. But the dark presence in his shop—connected to the property, best she could tell—sets her on edge.
When the sun goes down over the bayou, critters aren’t the only thing stirring.
Veers into a little voodoo, just as Sable Hunter's stories sometimes do. It's a very brief romance with two people drawn together as though by magnets. A little more exposition would have been good, especially in Alphie's case. His character could have been fleshed out more.
He and Leona share a first look and are planning their futures immediately. There is a large obstacle in their way, but they overcome it, with help from Cady McCoy's Nana Fontenot.