The Dark Bokor
by Dianne Hartsock
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BLURB:
When it comes to the dark weavings of hoodoo magic, only a few can survive.
It's started. Bodies have been found in the French Quarter, torn limb from limb. The undead have been seen walking. For Detective Matthew Rieves, this is the worst news he can imagine. Having spent his entire life in Orleans Parish, Matt's no stranger to the bizarre. Though, despite the growing evidence, he still has a hard time believing in the occult. But when two hoodoo bokors vie for supremacy, it's the innocent civilians that pay the price.
For Jesse Dalembert, he'd left New Orleans to sever his ties with hoodoo. But when a friend is brutally murdered by the bokor's zombies, he returns, falling at once into danger and into Detective Rieves's bed. With their lives on the line, their simmering attraction flares into a passion they can no longer deny.
Working against time, can the lovers find a way to stop the hoodoo war, or will they fall victim to the dark magic, maybe becoming zombies themselves?
Excerpt
"Don't move."
Jesse froze, heart pounding in the semidarkness, as an arm like a steel band clamped around his chest, holding him immobile against a hard body. A warm exhale fanned his neck, sending a not-unpleasant shiver through him. The man drew in a breath, nose nuzzled at his nape, and heat pooled instantly in Jesse's gut. Shit. Had it really been that long since he'd been in someone's arms?
The cold voice in his ear thawed with a slight laugh. "At least you don't smell like them. That's something."
Jesse's pulse leaped, and his gaze darted around the small office, searching the shadows. "Are they here?"
"No." A hand tangled in his shirt, jerked him around to face his captor. "But I know your voice. Just who the fuck are you?"
Jesse blinked at the dark gaze raking over his face. He couldn't see much in the faint light seeping through the closed window blinds. The man had strong features, classically handsome, with a twist of humor to the full lips that had Jesse moistening his own, though he'd have to stand on tiptoe to reach them.
The man swore under his breath and hauled Jesse toward the windows. "Can't see a thing..."
The blinds went up, and Jesse winced as yellow streetlight flooded the room and stung his eyes. He would have laughed at the man's yelp of surprise if disgust hadn't immediately swept the attractive face. "Jesse Dalembert? What the bloody hell... Who sent you?"
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Dianne is the author of m/m erotic romance, both contemporary and fantasy, the psychological thriller, and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer. If she can’t be writing, at least she has the chance to create with the beauty of flowers and bring a smile to someone’s face. Currently Dianne lives in the Willamette Valley of Oregon with her husband, and both her children have chosen to attend colleges close to home, for which she is forever thankful. You can find out more about Dianne here:
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My Review: January 2014 ~ Review Copies ~
The Dark Bokor by Dianne HartsockMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
First, I would like to thank the author Dianne Hartsock for giving me this book for an honest review. This is a unique take on zombies, the story is quite interesting. The characters are well developed and the plot is quite good, the story flows nicely. I look forward to reading more of this authors work.
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Thank you so much for that very nice review, Dalene, and for having me as your guest today!
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