Read Cajun Magic 01 - Voodoo on the Bayou for Free Online

for not showing up for your meeting with Littington this morning. Not sure I liked that guy, but I do like your story.”
    Frustration slammed through Craig. “I’m not kidding, Uncle Joe. I was as ugly a green water frog as you’ve ever seen in the swamp, and about this tall.” He held his thumb and forefinger two inches apart. “Hell, you almost stepped on me a while ago when you poked your finger on that fishhook.
    “That was you?” Uncle Joe scratched his head. “Didn’t look much like you. Thought it was a stray from the swamps that got into the shop. Good thing I didn’t step on you. How would I explain to your parents, I killed their only son when I stepped on him?”
    “Uncle Joe.” Craig’s patience wore thin. “Perhaps you don’t understand. This spell makes me a frog by day and a man by night. The old bat said something about having until the next full moon to figure out how to break it. That’s less than two weeks.” He snorted. “Otherwise, you’re stuck with a frog for a nephew, forever. Hell, this sounds like some sick fairytale.”
    “Yeah, boy. You done messed with the wrong Voodoo queen. She don’t give up until she gets what she wants,” Uncle Joe said. “What’d she say she wanted?”
    Apparently, living in the bayou made even the most down-to-earth men, like his uncle, believe in magic. Thank God. “I’m supposed to find someone who’ll fall in love with me by the next full moon or I’m stuck being a frog.”
    Uncle Joe crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side. “Better get crackin’.”
    “What do you mean, get cracking?” Was his uncle insane? “You aren’t suggesting I go along with this crazy swamp woman?”
    “Don’t see as you got much of a choice.”
    “I’ve got a choice, all right.” Craig climbed into the skiff. “I’m going to find that witch and make her undo what she did to me.”
    “Won’t do you no good.” Uncle Joe lips twisted. “My cousin begged and begged, but when Madame LeBieu sets her mind to something, not even a hurricane as powerful as Katrina can budge her.”
    With his hand poised to yank the pull string on the motor, Craig paused. “What do you mean?”
    “Only way you’re gonna fix this mess is to follow her instructions.”
    Craig laughed without humor and rolled his eyes. “Like I’m going to find someone to love me in that short a time? Hell, I haven’t found anyone in the past twenty-eight years. How will I find someone in less than two weeks?”
    Uncle Joe tapped a finger to his temple. “You got a point, son. But you better try, unless you fancy flies and bugs for breakfast every morning.”
    Craig sat down on the hard metal seat of the little boat and buried his face in his hands. “Great, I’m screwed.”
    Uncle Joe scratched the whiskers on his chin. “What about the scientist lady? Can’t you make her fall for you?”
    Craig looked up and snorted. “She’s not my type.” Although, with eyes the color of Spanish moss and soft curls framing her face, Elaine had her own appeal, in a subtle way. She’d come across as vulnerable instead of the intimidating he suspected she’d been aiming for.
    “And you’ve been more successful with the women you usually go out with?”
    Craig’s lips tightened.
    Uncle Joe folded his arms across his chest. “Exactly. Maybe Madame LeBieu has a point.”
    Disgusted, Craig threw his hands in the air. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re on her side.”
    “No, but you gotta admit, your track record ain’t so great.”
    “And since when have you started keeping score?”
    “Since you first started noticing girls back when you were a smart-mouthed teenager comin’ to visit me on your summer vacations. That’s when. And don’t tell me you’re here strictly for work. I know you had a run-in with a woman back in New Orleans, and don’t try to tell me different. Your daddy and I still talk, even though I don’t know what he’s saying half the time with all