Reviews...

"Ms. Kauffman always knows how to set our hearts afire with passion and romance." 4 stars

-- Romantic Times

"Enticing and snapping with sexual tension, not to mention a plot pulsing with sinister overtones, BAYOU HEAT will definitely heat the blood. Once again, Ms. Kauffman gives her readers a hot fiery tale of pure excitement."

--Rendezvous

"BAYOU HEAT blends romantic intrigue with the mysticism of voodouin (sic) society. The soft rapping of drums will guide the reader into this land of sizzling pleasure."

-- Gothic Journal

"Rarely does a novel get as hot as this one. Readers better make sure they have a cool drink and a fan when they read Bayou Heat. They will not want to put it down."

-- Gothic Journal Second Opinions

"This books overriding appeal is the sensual scenes… No, not sensual, but steamy!"

-- Romance Reviews

"Kauffman weaves a tale laced with spicy fun and romantic suspense. The reader will think of air conditioning in a whole new light after this."

--Painted Rock/Romance Writers and Readers Group

"Intriguing combinations." 5 stars

--Heartland Critiques

"From jump start to thrilling end, Donna Kauffman keeps a firm hold on the readers heart and mind. And she does it with style."

--America Online Romance Reviews

Excerpt

"I've never met anyone like you," Erin said in a shaky voice.

The admission sent a hot thrill through him. "What am I like, cher?" Teague's words vibrated with need, dark and almost volatile in their intensity.

She stared at him, her face cast in deep shadow. The silence between them stretched out, the only sound the drums that echoed through the trees. Just when he thought she wouldn't answer, she spoke. "Dangerous. To me."

"Why? What do you think I'm going to do to you?"

She paused, then her trembling voice stroked him again. "It's not what I think you'll do, it's what I want you to do."

"What is that, Erin?" he asked hoarsely, taking another irreversible step forward in both word and deed. He lowered his mouth close to hers and whispered, "What do you want me to do to you, Erin? Tell me." He brushed his lips against hers. "Tell me."

"Teague." His name was no more than a gasp.

"That's right, ange. Say my name again." He touched his lips to hers. "Tell me..."