Playing with him had been a bendy, bouncy, naked trampoline act a free fall into pleasure. The good-looking and hard-bodied nomad conjurer she’d hooked up with last night after the May pole dance. Swallowing hard, she lifted her hand and forced herself to push the blood-soaked sheets back from the man they covered. Something else altogether darkened the sheets. She caught a faint whiff of coppery blood. She blinked in the dawn light filtering into the New Orleans hotel room.

How much goddamned champagne did we-” She froze when her fingers touched the hot, wet sheets. “C’mon, scoot your gorgeous ass over, Gage,” Kallie Rivière whispered, climbing onto the shadowed bed. 'synopsis' may belong to another edition of this title. who is looking more and more like she just might be the one who wants Kallie dead. But Kallie’s search for the truth soon leads her in a direction she never anticipated-back home to Bayou Cyprés Noir, and to Gabrielle LaRue, Kallie’s aunt, protector, and hoodoo mentor. Now Kallie has to use every bit of hoodoo knowledge and bayou-bred mojo she possesses to clear her own name and find the killer-even as that dark sorcerer hunts Kallie and her friends. And he was killed by something that Kallie would never dream of touching-the darkest of dark juju, soul-eating juju-a black dust hex that may have been meant to kill her. Kallie Rivière, a fiery Cajun hoodoo apprentice with a talent for trouble, finds herself smack-dab in the middle of one of those times her mentor warned her about when she visits New Orleans to attend the Hecatean Alliance’s annual carnival: her hard-bodied conjurer hookup ends up dead in her blood-drenched bed. “There will be times, girl, when all your magic ain’t going to be enough, times when it will seem to dry up like mud under the noonday sun, or even make matters worse.”

Beneath the Skin by Adrian Phoenix