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I’ve been wanting to read this book. The southern bayou setting captured my attention and the cover art is spectacular.

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Wild Man’s Curse

Wilds of the Bayou Series – Book One

Susannah Sandlin

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Publisher: Montlake Romance

Date of Publication: April 5, 2016

ISBN: 978-1503934740 / ASIN: B017IKQWAG

Number of pages: 284 / Word Count: approx. 86,000

Cover Artist: Michael Rehder



The bones said death was comin’, and the bones never lied.

While on an early morning patrol in the swamps of Whiskey Bayou, Louisiana wildlife agent Gentry Broussard spots a man leaving the home of voodoo priestess Eva Savoie—a man who bears a startling resemblance to his brother, whom Gentry thought he had killed during a drug raid three years earlier. Shaken, the agent enters Eva’s cabin and makes a bloody discovery: the old woman has been brutally murdered.

With no jurisdiction over the case, he’s forced to leave the investigation to the local sheriff, until Eva’s beautiful heir, Celestine, receives a series of gruesome threats. As Gentry’s involvement deepens and more victims turn up, can he untangle the secrets behind Eva’s murder and protect Celestine from the same fate?

Or will an old family curse finally have its way?


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My Review

Susannah has written many books and I’ve been wanting to try one. With a setting close to home in the Louisiana bayou, this was a great choice.

The story begins with the brutal murder of Eva Savoie, an elderly voodoo priestess. The family curse is not to be denied.

Ceelie (Celestine) hasn’t been back to see her Aunt Eva for many years. When she gets the phone call informing her of Eva’s murder, regret rushes in. With her singing career at a dead end, she returns to her roots.

Planning to only stay long enough to see justice done for her aunt and wrap up the estate, Ceelie soon becomes a target of the killer. Whatever he came looking for when he killed Eva, he didn’t find, and now his sights are on Ceelie. It appears the family curse didn’t end with Eva’s death, and being no shrinking violet, she will not be scared off.

Most people think of Louisianna when thinking bayous. I live on Mobile Bay, in Alabama. A small town not far from the Gulf of Mexico. It’s only about a 20 minute drive to the boat launch on the causeway. Within minutes you are in the bayou, small tributaries branching off that take you deep into the swamp. I’ve always found it romantic and eerie. Especially when I hear things crashing through the brush, splashing around me, and nature’s song playing in the trees.

The author did a beautiful job of taking me into the bayous. I could feel the heat and humidity. Smell the vegetation and swamp water. Hear all of the mysterious noises of things unseen. Is that an alligator gar rolling on the surface or the other kind? The one with big teeth?

For much of the descriptions of the bayou, I drew visuals from a B movie I watched that had a lot of it’s filming done here in Alabama. Frankenfish may have been a campy horror film, but the locations oozed bayou. Many of the scenes in this book came to life for me because of the strong writing. I could practically see and hear what was happening.

Here’s something that tickled my funnybone. Ceelie is talking about men in uniform, especially in law enforcement, and how and why women find them attractive. She calls it the “weapon-belt pheromone.”

The characters were likable and genuine. They had flaws and vulnerabilities which made them appealing to me. And I enjoyed the rising attraction between Ceelie and a local Fish and Game officer who’s got his eye on her and vows to keep her safe.

The plot is insane. The bad guy is beyond diabolical, and his relationship to a certain character really got me going.

A fast paced thrill ride from beginning to end. I thoroughly enjoyed this book. The danger is palpable, the suspense intense, and the romance just right.

5 Stars


Enjoy this excerpt


The bones said death was comin’, and the bones never lied.

Eva Savoie leaned back in the rocking chair and pushed it into motion on the uneven wide-plank floor of the one-room cabin. Her grandpere Julien had built the place more than a century ago, pulling heavy cypress logs from the bayou and sawing them, one by one, into the thick planks she still walked across every day.

She had never known Julien Savoie, but she knew of him. The curse that had stalked her family for three generations had started with her grandfather and what he’d done all those years ago.

What he’d brought with him to Whiskey Bayou with blood on his hands.

What had driven her daddy to shoot her mama, and then himself, before either turned forty-five.

What had led Eva’s brother Antoine to drown in the bayou only a half-mile from this cabin, leaving a wife and infant son behind.

What stalked Eva now.

The bones said death was coming and, once Eva was gone, the curse should go with her. No one else knew the secrets of Julien Savoie and this cabin and that box full of sin he’d dug out of the bayou mud back in Isle de Jean Charles.

Might take a while, but sin catches up with you. Always had. Always would. And the curse had driven Eva to sin. Oh yes, she had sinned.

She’d known her reckoning would catch up with her, although it had taken a good long time. She’d turned seventy-eight yesterday, or was it eighty? She couldn’t remember for sure, and the bones said it didn’t matter now.

On the scarred wooden table before Eva sat three burning candles that filled the room with the soft, soothing glow of melting tallow. She’d made them herself, infusing them with the oil of the fragrant lilies that every spring spread a bright green carpet over the lazy, brown water of the bayou. The tools of her ritual sat on an ancient square of tanned hide passed down through generations of holy ones, of those blessed by the gods with the ability to throw the bones.

A small mound of delicate chicken bones, yellowed and fragile from age, lay inside the circle of light cast by the candles. Daylight would come in an hour or so, but Eva didn’t expect to last that long. Death was even now making his way toward her.

She leaned forward, wincing at the stab of pain in her lower back. Since the first throw of the bones had whispered her fate two days ago, she’d been cleaning. Scrubbed the floor, worn smooth by decades of bare feet. Washed the linens, folding them in neat piles in a drawer at the bottom of the old pie safe. Discarded most of the food in the little refrigerator that sat in the corner. Dragged the bag of trash down the long, overgrown drive past LeRoy’s old 1970 Chevy pickup that she still drove up to Houma for groceries and such once a month. Left the white bag at the side of the parish road for the weekly trash collection.

She’d spit on LeRoy’s truck as she passed it because she couldn’t spit on the man who bought it. He was long gone.

Now the cleaning had been finished. Whoever discovered her raggedy old body wouldn’t find a mess, not in Eva Savoie’s house.

A few minutes ago, with the old cabin as clean as she was capable of making it, she’d thrown the bones one last time. Part of her hoped they’d read different, hoped she’d be granted a few more days of grace.

But the bones still whispered death. Eva accepted it, and she sat, and she waited. At least the girl, Celestine, would inherit a cleaned-up house. The girl, Antoine’s granddaughter, knew nothing of the secrets, nothing of the curse. Eva had made sure of that….

Eva waited for her heart to fail—that seemed to be her most likely way to go. As she rocked she noted each steady beat, biding her time for the instant when the thump-thump-thump would falter and her breath would catch, then stop. She reckoned it would hurt a little, but what if it did? The curse had doled out worse ends to those who came before her.

She’d doled out worse herself.

The buzz of a boat’s motor sounded from outside the cabin, faint but growing louder. Wardens on patrol already, most likely.

The boat’s engine grew louder, finally coming to an abrupt stop so near, it had to be right outside her door. Silence filled the room once again, until through her bones she felt the thud of someone jumping onto the porch that wrapped around the cabin. The porch formed the platform on which the house sat, linking it to the spit of land behind it when the water was normal. When storms blew through, it provided an island on which the cabin could sit or, if need be, float.

As heavy footfalls crossed the porch, Eva struggled to her feet. Every pop and crackle of her joints knifed streaks of pain through her limbs as they protested the cleaning they’d done, followed by the sitting.

Prob’ly a game warden, checkin’ on her. Too bad he hadn’t stopped a little later, after she was gone. She didn’t like to think of her body having to bake in the hot cabin for days before anyone found her.

But the curse was what it was, and the bones said what they said.

The knock, when it came, was soft, and Eva reached the door with the help of a sturdy cane she’d carved herself. Opening the door, she squinted into the glare of a flashlight that seemed almost blinding after the soft light of the candles. She peered up at a young man with eyes that gleamed from beneath the hood of a jacket. He was not a game warden, and it was too hot for a jacket.

“Who are you?” Her voice cracked. She knew who he was. He was Death.

“The devil come to pay you a visit, Eva.” The man’s voice was smooth as silk, smooth as a lie, smooth as death itself. “And you know what the devil wants.”

She knew what he wanted, and she knew the only way to end the curse was to deny him.

She’d been granted no easy passing by the Savoie curse after all, but she would die today.

The bones never lied.


Author Susannah Sandlin

Susannah Sandlin

Susannah Sandlin is the author of the award-winning Penton Vampire Legacy paranormal romance series, including the 2013 Holt Medallion Award-winning Absolution and Omega and Allegiance, which were nominated for the RT Book Reviews Reviewers Choice Award in 2014 and 2015, respectively. She also writers The Collectors romantic suspense series, including Lovely, Dark, and Deep, 2015 Holt Medallion winner and 2015 Booksellers Best Award winner. Her new series Wilds of the Bayou starts in 2016 with the April 5 release of Wild Man’s Curse. Writing as Suzanne Johnson, Susannah is the author of the award-winning Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series. A displaced New Orleanian, she currently lives in Auburn, Alabama. Susannah loves SEC football, fried gator on a stick, all things Cajun, and redneck reality TV.

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Anyone can play along! Just do the following:
• Grab your current read
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My Teaser for this week is from

Girl Of Mine

by Taylor Dean



Genre: Romance

My teaser is from page 46 of the paperback.

Her senses were suddenly on overload as the mundane became out-of-the-ordinary. Splashing water and loud laughter echoed from the vicinity of the pool, Creed sang about one last breath over the airwaves, the smell of  campfire and roasted marshmallows met her nostrils, and the feel of Luke’s supple yet roughened skin tickled her nerve endings.

All of these things would be forever associated with meeting Lucas Graham for the first time.


I’ve been reading Taylor Dean’s books for several years and she never fails to give me some wonderful characters to fall for!

Read on if you want to know more.



The year is 2003 and Captain Lucas Graham is at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, about to be deployed to Iraq. A few weeks ago, he broke his engagement with Jillian Barrett, leaving her stunned and heartbroken.

Knowing he can’t leave for war without putting his affairs in order, Luke obtains a four day pass with only one goal in mind: explain his life story to his former fiancée.

The problem: Jill is now engaged to another man.

But Luke isn’t giving up. He only has four days to gain an audience with Jill, even if he has to resort to drastic measures to do so.

And he will . . .



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