Authors: Skye Turner
Book 3 Bayou Stix
Book 3 Bayou Stix
Skye Turner Copyright © 2014
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, places, events, or occurrences is purely coincidental unless otherwise noted below.
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Cover Design by: Kari Ayasha of Cover to Cover Designs
Cover Models: Dusty Daniels and Mandy Hollis
Editor: Rebecca J. Cartee, Editing by Rebecca
Formatting: BB eBooks / Paul Salvette
Author Bio Photography: Rich Roth
*Due to graphic sex scenes and strong language, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18. This is an ADULT book and contains graphic sex scenes and explicit language.
Alluring Temptation is dedicated to anyone who’s ever had their heart broken, their dreams crushed, or someone tell them they are not worth it.
Here’s to proving them all wrong!
Thank you to my amazing Beta readers: Betsy Whitley,
Cover to Cover Book Blog,
Elaine’s Love of Books,
, Kia-Lin Klink Holmes,
Miles Apart Books
, Lindsey Lawson,
Daisy Dog Photography and Design
, Noelle Kinberger, Pam Mitcham, Tiffany Tyler,
Tiffany Talks Books
(and my amazing P.A.), and Thomas Noble. Y’all make me feel like a ‘Rock Star’ every single day and I love you oodles and oodles for the love and support and for helping me perfect my baby!
Thank you Kari Ayasha of
Cover to Cover Designs
for always nailing my covers. Especially this time when I decided to be difficult. Thank you for not telling me to take a hike when I hit you with a last minute revision this time! You always create the perfect cover and are also an amazing friend.
Thank you Justin Cardoza for the beautiful cover photography, and thank you to Dusty Daniels for portraying my Liam so well.
thank you to Mandy Hollis for the last minute work and working with me to be my Clove!
Special thanks to my fellow Sinners: A.D. Justice, A.M. Madden, Christine Davidson, LL Collins, Ren Alexader, and Tricia Daniels. You girls are the best and I love our witty conversations about absolutely nothing. You keep me sane and grounded and I love you!
Another extra special shout out goes to my AMAZING Street Team! You ladies are the absolute best and I love that you love me and my characters so much. So, thank you to: Tiffany, Betsy, Bea, Loca, Cheryl, Desiree, Rebecca, Kia, TH, Lindsey, Noelle, Julie, Komi, Lheanne, Ange, Shannon, Joely, Heather, Christine, Amber, Kristin, Tracey, Amy, Andrea, and Elaine.
For my other amazingly supportive author/blogger friends, I thank you for taking the journey with me and your love and support is the cherry on top of this sundae! TH Snyder, Kathy Coopmans, Chelle Bliss, Rebecca Brooke, Glenna Maynard, Alina Man, Joanne Schwehm, and so many more.
I’d also like to thank my READERS! Y’all are the bomb diggity and your messages, FB posts, tweets, etc. make my day every single day. I thank you all for loving my boys and girls!
Lastly, but most importantly, I have to thank my love, James, and our two babies! You three are the most important things in my life and your love, support, and pride in me have me more fulfilled than I ever thought possible. I love you!
hat is that God awful noise?
The ringing of my cell phone wakes me from my deep slumber. Rolling over, I slap around the nightstand and knock the phone to the floor. “Shit! Dammit! Who the hell is calling me? What the hell time is it anyway?”
As my hand finds the phone, I squint at the caller ID.
is on the display. I also notice the time. Seven fricking o-clock in the morning.
Why the hell is this asshole calling me at 7AM?!
Swiping my finger across the screen to answer, I mumble out, “What the hell, dude!?”
Laughter comes through the phone as he answers, “Good morning, sunshine. I didn’t disturb your beauty rest, did I?”
“Hell yes, you did, asshole. What’s up? Why are you calling me at 7AM? Why aren’t you snuggled up with some hottie instead of disturbing me?” I grumble out as I drag my hands down my face to trying to wake up. Damn, I need to shave.
He laughs again. “Who says I’m not? And you live in my house, so I can call whenever I want to. Just checking in. How is everything that way?” His voice gets serious. “Are you being civil to my sister?”
Sighing, I flop back on the bed and stare at the patterns created by the light filtering through the blinds onto the ceiling. “Clove is fine. Give me some credit. She freaks out whenever I walk into a room and when she’s not avoiding me, she’s screaming at me.” I groan. “Why can’t you just call her?!”
He sighs and I can hear him messing with his hair through the phone. “Look, I know she’s kind of different, but she’s had a really rough go of it lately. I’d be there, but I needed this break too, and it was already scheduled. Just try not to rattle her, ok? I’ll be back in eight days. I appreciate you keeping an eye on her until then though, man. I mean it.”
Chuckling, I roll my eyes. “Man, she’s not a kid. She can look after herself. But I’ll make sure the boogeyman stays away until you get back. I can’t promise she won’t stab me in my sleep though. If she does that, I’m going to fuck you up! She really seems to dislike me… though damned if I know why.”
Dade guffaws through the phone and I hear a whispered female voice and then a throaty chuckle.
“Dude, are you seriously with a chick right now and on the phone with me?! What is wrong with you? Go enjoy your vacation. Everything on the home front is fine. The house is still standing; Clove is still here; and, we’re both still alive. The princess is fine. We’ll see you when you get back. Now, I have to figure out what the hell I’m going to do since you woke me up with the goddamn chickens.”
“Don’t call her ‘princess,’ she hates that.” He laughs and moans. “Yeah, I’m getting off of here. Do something productive. Change the world…” Another moan. “Later.” The phone cuts off with a longer moan.
I mutter out loud as I stare at the silent phone, “Seriously?! Fucker!”
Great, I’m wide the hell awake, so now what? And I know Clove hates being called “princess.” Why the hell does he think I do it? If she’s going to hate me, I can at least give her a reason.
But seriously, why DOES she hate me?! Five years ago, she talked to me. She kind of followed me around, and yeah, I noticed her. She’s attractive enough, but she was eighteen, and Dade’s baby sister. No way in hell. I like my face.
Oh well, that chick has issues. Besides, Jessie already fucked up my mug once. No thank you to a repeat!
After a quick shower to wash away the last of the cobwebs, I decide to head out for a run. The sun is out, and it’s a nice day, if the light filtering through my blinds is any indication.
The weather has been insane lately and it’s been ridiculously cold. I mean shit, this is Louisiana. We’ve even had some snow days; though we didn’t get snow. We got ice. Lots and lots of ice. What the fuck is up with that!? Maybe Mother Nature and Clove are both having woman issues. Fucking PMS.
I chuckle at my own joke as I grab my iPod and the Ragin Cajuns sweatshirt Paw gave me for Christmas to throw on over my tank and track pants. Peeking out the door, I don’t hear anything in the kitchen so, I assume Clove is still asleep.
Damn shame I have to creep around the house I live in to avoid the crazy female. Shutting the door, I insert my ear buds, grab a baseball cap from the coat rack, my shades from the foyer table, and let myself out of the front door.
Before long, I’m running at a good pace around the LSU Lakes. It’s still really early, so there’s no one else out yet.
I’m jamming out to the new Devil’s Lair album. I downloaded it after we caught them at the House of Blues in New Orleans last week. I have to give Bradi credit, she knows her music. I like them. They’re going places and I think we’ve decided to have them join our upcoming tour.
I’m in the zone, just running, and trying to avoid going home for as long as possible when I catch a glimpse of a pink jacket next to me out of the corner of my eyes. Turning my head, I see a pretty blonde. She smiles at me and I smile back.
Hell, why not?! She’s obviously interested and it’s not like I have anything waiting at home. Work your magic, Pretty Boy. Clove is going to be pissed if I bring this chick home with me. Damn nag. Oh well, more reason to do it.
We make another lap and then she slows down, I slow down with her. I don’t realize I’ve started running harder the last lap. Damn Clove for getting into my head. Looking over I smile at the blonde as she leans over with her hands on her knees and tries to catch her breath.