***“Drakon—”*** *“Say it again,”* I growled, biting the lobe of her ear. Her voice curled around my real name—the Creole curse for storm-bringer—like smoke, igniting memories of the night in New Orleans I swore I’d forget. She gasped, hips grinding against mine. *“Asshole—”* I silenced her with a kiss that tasted like kerosene and rebellion. She was rage and ruin, a wildfire in a leather jacket, and I was already drowning. --- In the swamp-choked heart of Alabama, **Drucilla Drakes** survives by three rules: *stay silent, stay scarred, and never let Louise catch you hoping*. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding under a stranger’s bike, survival demands rebellion. Enter **Dragon Morales**—New Orleans’ exiled cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic. Gasoline stains his hands, a bounty stains his name, and he doesn’t do heroics. But when he finds Dru in a ditch, her back lashed raw and eyes blazing hellfire, he sees a mirror of his own damned soul. And he can’t look away. Their bond is a lit fuse. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s merciless kingpin—wants him dead. **Louise**, armed with voodoo curses and the wrath of **Marinette** (a loa who feasts on chaos), wants Dru broken. Their only allies? A bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and **Papa Legba**, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a bargain: *“Her soul or yours.”* Trapped in a labyrinth of: - **Cartel blood feuds** hunting Dragon’s past. - **Voodoo rituals** twisting allies into puppets. - **Big Danni**, Dru’s estranged uncle, demanding loyalty as his gang fractures. Dru doesn’t need saving. She needs fire. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter, a death wish, and a heart that won’t quit beating for her. But in the bayou’s choking heat, where bullets sing and loas whisper, desire is a grenade neither can dodge. When dark magic seeps into old wounds and family secrets snap like nooses, their love could raze the South to ashes—or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands. **Warning:** This isn’t a fairytale. It’s bayou smoke and switchblade kisses, saints and sinners colliding where the road meets the ruin. *Graphic violence. Explosive passion. A love story that burns hotter than a Molotov in a meth lab.