Voodoo's Vow

Jolene Ardoin built Sacred Skin one precise line at a time. A girl from Houma with no family and no safety net, she clawed her way to her own chair and became the best portrait artist in the Ninth Ward — the woman people trust with their dead. Then a motorcycle club decided her block was next, and sprayed a snake across her door. She's already scrubbed off the paint. Swept up the glass. Met the enforcer at the door with a pipe wrench. When three of them come back, the math finally changes. They call him Voodoo, and his reputation reaches New Orleans before he does. The Devils' VP takes men apart without raising his voice — reads every lie, every tell, every buried thing a person won't admit. He can't turn the radar off, and most people can't stand being seen that clearly. But the tattoo artist who held off a Kings enforcer alone doesn't flinch. She just looks right back. She's the first person he's ever wanted to keep watching after he's already read them. Dale Hebert wants her corridor as a beachhead into Devils territory. Voodoo wants the woman who inventories her dead before she'll scream. And when the Kings put hands on someone under his protection, the most feared man in three parishes takes their whole club apart — one lieutenant at a time. He claims his ground with patience and blood. She claims hers with a tattoo gun and a mark she inks on her own skin. Together they're about to teach a man in a copper snake patch what happens when he reaches into a neighborhood the Devils already bled for. Book 2 in the Bourbon Street Devils MC Romance series. HEA guaranteed.