Torn apart...

The Deverauxs and Vassars have been fighting for hundreds of years, but somehow Andre and Juliette fell in love. More than that, they're mates. Destined to be together for eternity until betrayal tore them apart.

Together again...

When business sends Andre Deveraux to Savannah he comes face to face with Juliette for the first time in sixty five years. Their crash course renews old memories and desires. With Juliette stranded and the hurricane of the century roaring to shore, Andre has no choice but to offer her a lift.

He's in for the ride of his life.

ABOUT MATED TO A CAJUN WEREWOLF
Erotic Paranormal Romance
30,000 words
Book 4 of the Stormy Weather series

Other Books In This Series
The Cajun's Captive (Book One)
Bitten in the Bayou (Book Two)
Seduced by a Cajun Werewolf (Book Three)
Stranded with a Cajun Werewolf (Book Five)

The Stormy Weather 5-in-1 Anthology
Stormy Weather Collector's Edition

Related Stories:
More Than Attraction (Dr. Elijah Cooper's Book)
A Cajun Werewolf Christmas

(This book was previously released by Cobblestone Press.)

REVIEWS
...an amazing story in what is an exceptional series.
~ Hollie, Coffee Time Romance & More

Having read all in the series thus far, this one is the best yet. The level of emotion has grown over the series and she nails it with Juliette and Andre.
~Kristy Bock, Paranormal Romance

EXCERPT
Gathering his luggage, he headed back to the rental car counter where he'd dropped off the keys to the SUV a few hours ago. Somehow, he had to get out of here. His business was rapped up. The sale was going to go through. Sebastian would be pleased. Negotiating the throng of people, he wondered what they would do once they were no longer the owners of Deveraux Shipping.

For the last decade they'd thrown themselves into their business and for a time it had made their bachelorhood tolerable. But lately there had been a gnawing at André's gut reminding him that there was more to life than making money.

Maybe he'd travel. He'd never been to Canada or Antarctica. Maybe a world cruise was in order. He'd definitely have to consider that once he got back to Louisiana.

As he stepped up to the car rental counter, he caught a whiff of perfume mixed with warm, alluring woman. But it was distinctively werewolf too. The delicious scent teased his memory, tormenting him.

Man, he had it worse than he thought. White hot lust coursed through his veins and his cock twitched to life. Just being in the same part of the country and he was thinking he could smell her—

"What do you mean you have no other cars? As in none?" A feminine voice floated down the expanse to him. There was a trace of accent, French, and a barely controlled panic.

His head swiveled left toward the sound, and he caught sight of the woman in all her furious glory. A mane of long mahogany waves cascaded over her shoulders. The silky strands made his fingers itch to sweep them from her face. His gaze swooped lower, taking in the sophisticated charcoal gray dress that hugged her tall curvy frame like denim fresh from the dryer. Her legs, pale and bare of pantyhose, went on for miles. She wore ultra-sexy, black leather heels. And her toes, dear God, the perfectly painted red polish did crazy things to his mind.

At the same moment, his body tensed and his heart dropped. He knew the woman without having to look at her face. She'd have wide blue eyes, a perfect nose—minus the old break—and ruby red lips. She was pretty without being overly beautiful. Her special blend of...