Dark Paradise by Angie Sandro
About the book:
DARK
LEGACY
Mala LaCroix has spent her whole life trying to escape her destiny. As the last
in a long line of "witch women," she rejects the notion of spirits
and hoodoo and instead does her best to blend in. But when she finds a
dead body floating in the bayou behind her house, Mala taps into powers
she never knew she had. She's haunted by visions of the dead girl, demanding
justice and vengeance.
DEADLY SECRETS
Landry Prince has always had a crush on Mala, but when Mala discovers his
sister, murdered and marked in some sort of Satanic ritual, he wonders if all
the rumors about the LaCroix family are true. Yet after Mala uses her
connection to the spirit world to identify his sister's killer, he starts to
form his own bond to her . . . a very physical one. As they move closer to each
other and closer to the truth, Mala and Landry must risk everything-their
families, their love, and even their live
Check out an Excerpt:
Landry’s truck sits in the driveway when I stroll out of the house at a
quarter to eight
in the morning. I’m in such a glorious mood that I don’t bother trying
to sneak off without him
catching sight of me. It would’ve been easy, I learn upon climbing on
the bumper and sticking
my head through the truck’s open window. He has the seat pushed back
and his legs stretched
out kitty corner across the passenger seat. Snores, loud enough to
scare a bear, echo through the
I reach in and poke his shoulder a few times. “Wake up, Sleeping
Beauty.”
Landry’s thick lashes flutter then open to meet mine. “I’m supposed to
be woken with a
kiss, not a jab.”
I snort. “I don’t kiss slimy critters. You’re playing double duty as a
frog, and I throw
them in a frying pan with a little butter and garlic.”
“Oh, so now you’re trying to butter me up?”
The heat of a blush rises. “Saints, boy. You’re fraying my last nerve.”
I plant my hands
on my hips, toe tapping. “What are you doing here? In case you forgot,
I’m mad at you.”
“No you’re not.” He grins and runs his fingers through his thick hair.
My breath catches
as my brain stutters. I shake my head to dispel the wave of
pheromone-induced stupidity that
washes over me. My noses twitches. Why does he have to smell so good?
Like cinnamon and
brown sugar. “Did you forget yester—”
An oily paper bag flies in my direction. I grab it out of the air
before it drops to the
ground. It’s warm in my hands, and the smell makes my mouth water.
“Ooh, cinnamon rolls,” I
mumble around the melting mouthful of cinnamon-y goodness. “I love
these.”
“I know,” Landry says, throwing open the truck door.
I hop off the bumper with a scowl. The arrogant jerk thinks he has me
eating out of
his hands; all he has to do is flutter those insanely long eyelashes,
smile to show off his pearly
whites, and tempt me with fresh, warm buns.
“These are mine?” I clutch the bag to my chest as I eye him in
suspicion.
“Yeah, they’re your favorite, right?”
“Mmm hmm.”
Landry props his elbow on the open window and ducks his head. Black
hair tangles
across his face, hiding his eyes. “I hoped you’d be more accepting of
my apology if I bribed you
with sweets. Forgive me for being an ass yesterday?”
Lucky guy. He figured out the fastest way to soften my
heartstrings—sugar. Wait how
does he know they’re my favorite? Stupid question. It’s like him
knowing my nickname and my
job. He pays way too much attention to me, and I’m kinda scared to ask
why. I stare at my sticky
fingers, then lick the icing off one by one. Landry’s gaze draws my
attention. He’s staring at my
mouth. My gut tightens in response, and I slowly lick my lips. Get a
grip. Don’t trust him just
because he says he’s sorry.
I concentrate on the mouthful of cinnamon roll. Each chew echoes the
rapid patter of my
heart. God, why does my body react like this when I’m around him? Why?
He’s still staring at
me. Can’t he tell I’m uncomfortable? Oh, I get it. He’s irritating me
on purpose so I can’t totally
ignore him.
I pass the empty bag to him. “You’re not going away, are you?”
“Nope.” He smiles.
About
Angie
Angie
Sandro was born at Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri. Within six weeks, she
began the first of eleven relocations throughout the United States, Spain, and
Guam before the age of eighteen. Friends were left behind. The only
constants in her life were her family and the books she shipped wherever
she went. Traveling the world inspired her imagination and allowed her to
create her own imaginary friends. Visits to her father's family in
Louisiana inspired this story. Angie now lives in Northern California
with her husband, two children, and an overweight Labrador.
Contact
Angie
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Let me start by saying Dark
Sacrifice by Angie Sandro was pretty amazing. She really seems to have
found herself as a writer in this book. Dark Paradise, the first book in the Dark Paradise series, was good, but Dark Sacrifice was a full throttle
thriller.
