She sells the monster for forty-five dollars a head. The monster fixes her boat. He has notes.
Del Guidry runs Rougarou Swamp Tours off the last dock on a Louisiana bayou ridge the water is taking back, one tide at a time. One airboat. One nine-foot gator. A rack of plush wolves and a store-bought howl on a speaker in a coffee can. She doesn't believe a word of the legend, and she can sell it in her sleep.
Rémy Arceneaux is the only mechanic down the bayou. He's enormous, he runs hot as a stove, he eats everything, and he flirts like he means it. Lately he has started boarding her tours to correct her in front of paying customers. "That's not how it goes, cher." He would know. He's been the rougarou since Truman.
Then one Thursday her fake howl gets answered, and it isn't the speaker. A buyer in Houma wants her name and her boat, and the offer runs out the first of November. The whole ridge coughs when the church bell rings, and nobody will say why. And on the night before All Saints', Rémy has somewhere to be, alone, same as always.
This year, Del would like a word about that.
A gator who lies down for the wrong person. A parish that keeps a secret by clearing its throat. Jack-o'-lanterns on stilt-house porches and a road that goes under twice a month. Laugh-out-loud funny, open-door steamy, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. Standalone in the Cryptid Comforts series. No cliffhanger, no cheating.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Del Guidry runs Rougarou Swamp Tours off the last dock on a Louisiana bayou ridge the water is taking back, one tide at a time. One airboat. One nine-foot gator. A rack of plush wolves and a store-bought howl on a speaker in a coffee can. She doesn't believe a word of the legend, and she can sell it in her sleep.
Rémy Arceneaux is the only mechanic down the bayou. He's enormous, he runs hot as a stove, he eats everything, and he flirts like he means it. Lately he has started boarding her tours to correct her in front of paying customers. "That's not how it goes, cher." He would know. He's been the rougarou since Truman.
Then one Thursday her fake howl gets answered, and it isn't the speaker. A buyer in Houma wants her name and her boat, and the offer runs out the first of November. The whole ridge coughs when the church bell rings, and nobody will say why. And on the night before All Saints', Rémy has somewhere to be, alone, same as always.
This year, Del would like a word about that.
A gator who lies down for the wrong person. A parish that keeps a secret by clearing its throat. Jack-o'-lanterns on stilt-house porches and a road that goes under twice a month. Laugh-out-loud funny, open-door steamy, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. Standalone in the Cryptid Comforts series. No cliffhanger, no cheating.
Genre: Paranormal Romance