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VooDoo, I Do by Sayde Grace

Hello everyone!! Thanks so much for letting me stop by today. The last two weeks have been insane around my house. My family and I have been sick, well, and sick again, plus I just started a new job. Totally crazy.

Today before I move to my post I would like to give a huge thank you to all men and women who have served in some way to protect our country. Men and women have been protecting us for years and sometimes I don’t think they get enough thanks for it. I also want to thank the families and friends of those men and women. I always think about my grandmother who after just getting married and having a baby was left in Owassa, Alabama with all the other women in the family to raise babies and farm while all the men went off to the Navy. My Aunts and grandmother held down the farm and homes during one of the worst financial times in our nation. Not only that but they raised happy families who went on to respect and understand the sacrifices that we make for our freedom. Strong people behind the scenes are just as important as the men and women on the front lines, so today I thank you all for your service.

While we are on the subject of strong women I would like to introduce to you all my heroine from my book, Voodoo, I Do. Don’t let the name scare you. It’s not all about voodoo. You see Josephine Doucet-Wade is a vampire, but not just any vampire, she’s also half werewolf. She’s the most powerful, badass, and most hated creature ever created. Both species love her and hate her, making her everyday life a fight for survival. Not only does she have to worry about what other werewolves and vampires are up to, she has her best friend who’s having a relationship melt down live with her, who just so happens to be a voodoo priestess. And of course when the going gets rough everyone wants to rain on her parade.

When her ex werewolf husband who’s not really so ex hears of all the trouble heading Josephine’s way he heads to River Road, Louisiana to help her in the fight of their life. But Braxton isn’t the only alpha looking to get back into Josephine’s good graces, her ex vampire lover and first love Etienne is also headed her way.

For the battle of a century Josephine will attack the page in ways that mere mortals have only dreamed of. And while doing so she will be forced to choose between a future with Braxton or Etienne, both Alpha’s who desperately need her power in their worlds.

Here are the official details of Voodoo, I Do. Today in honor of Veterans Day I will be giving away four books. Readers can choose between any of my backlist which includes, Voodoo, I Do, Untamable, The Harder They Buck, and Riding Double. If one commenter is all we have then that person gets all four.

Alpha female of both the werewolf and vampire species Josephine Wade has a problem–two, actually. The first is Etienne Bordeaux, her former vampire lover she hopes to seduce again. The second is her estranged Alpha werewolf mate, Braxton Wade, who wants to show her that she may be dominant, but he’s even more so, especially with her under him and his teeth marking her. Both powerful males want her back, but only one can have her heart, body and soul.

As Josephine tries to control the situation between her former lover and her husband, her world begins to unravel. What was once the truth is now fiction, and what was fiction is now truth. Only she can be the one to unite both truth and fiction to save those closest to her and take her place beside her true mate in both the werewolf and vampire worlds.

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STORY EXCERPT

Once upstairs, I lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Braxton went to the car to get the rest of my father’s things. The smell of sugarcane drifted across the room to me, and a lazy tingle of awareness told me Etienne was coming up the hidden passageway to my room. I looked over at the hidden door then shut my eyes, hoping he’d go away. Of course he didn’t. Instead he eased toward the bed.

Ma chère, so many nights have I remembered the way you look stretched out in our bed. I’ll never forget the way your body moves,” he said huskily.

I sat up, rolled my eyes, and looked over at him. “What do you want, Etienne?”

He smiled, causing my heart to beat faster. An instant later he knelt in front of me.

“I want to be able to bury my cock into the woman I love. I want to taste the delicious flavor of her pussy, and hear her screaming in ecstasy from me, not some fucking dog. I want to taste you in all ways and have you taste me. I want that bastard out of your life and only me touching you.” His eyes glowed crimson and cinnamon closed around us.

“Etienne, you left me, haven’t contacted me in any way, shape, or form over the years, and now you’re married to the bitch who tried to steal my husband.”

As if a lightbulb went off, it all began to make sense. “You sent her after him—didn’t you? You got her to try to split us up?” My voice was about ten octaves higher than normal.

He shook his head vehemently. “Ma chère, as much as I want him out of your life I wouldn’t hurt you that way. I want you to choose me over him. Not force you into making the decision.” He spoke softly, staring into my eyes.

“If you want me so badly, why’d you leave? Why’d you marry Elizabeth?” I asked as the anger began to boil within.

“I left because I couldn’t stand not being able to hold you. I went after Melanie’s relatives and found none, so I gave up on any future with you. That’s when I met Elizabeth. I care for her, but no one will ever hold a candle to you, chère.

He reached up as if he were going to caress my cheek the way he had done years ago after we’d made love, but the invisible line from the curse caused him to stop. His deep longing to be with me touched the little soul I had left. I fought my instinct to lean toward him.

“You need to leave. Go back to the garçonnière, to your wife. Forget everything about me. When the deal with this property is over, I’m cutting you from my line. You can stay under Grayson if you wish, but we need to be free of each other for good.”

Braxton’s heavy footsteps marching toward me as well as the harsh scent of sulfur were clear signs he was pissed and just outside the door.

Braxton busted through the door, seething.

I silently begged Etienne to go away. He looked into my eyes, letting me see the hurt, longing, and love he held for me.

“I love you, chère. Always have and always will.” He made no move to get up when Braxton rushed toward us from the doorway.

Braxton raced across the room in a fit of rage. His scent smelled so sulfuric it turned my stomach sour.

“Brax, easy. You’re suffocating me with the smell.” Under normal circumstances I may not have tried his patience, but the smell was just too much.

He growled at me and I shut up.

He dropped the boxes onto the floor and rounded on Etienne, shoving him across the room. When Etienne hit the wall, Braxton grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the floor. “If it wasn’t for the trouble it would bring on her, I’d kill you. I’d rip you apart here and now for talking to my mate like that. I don’t give a damn whether you think you love her or not. She is my mate. Mine!” Braxton launched Etienne out one of the windows. Glass shattered and cascaded throughout the room.

A muffled thump on the earth and a cuss from Etienne said he’d made it to the ground.

About Sayde:

A native of South Alabama, Sayde Grace was raised among the cotton fields and dirt roads of the south. She has a deep love and appreciation for the rural communities and uses her experiences of small town life in her books. A lifelong story teller, Sayde began writing full time three years ago and has written several full length manuscripts which range from romantic suspense to erotica.

Sayde is currently enjoying and loving life in beautiful South Alabama with her husband and two young children. Sayde’s first urban fantasy in her Moonlight Cravings Series was released in April of 2011 through Siren Publishing followed by her first paranormal suspense, Voodoo I Do.

To find Sayde on the web please go to http://saydegrace.com