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There's nothing like Southern hospitality Unfortunately Jaime Faber got off on the wrong foot in New Orleans, insulting a high priestess of voodoo, who in turn put a curse on her. In short order her car died, her telephone began spitting static, fuses blew and electric lights exploded at her touch. Matters soon reached the breaking point--how could Jaime be an effective social worker when her terrified clients avoided her like the plague? On the other hand, Dr. Quaid Gerreau was the picture of hospitality. But it made no sense that straitlaced Jaime found it so hard to resist a man who scorned rules, befriended every reprobate in town and believed in voodoo. Unless, of course, Quaid wasn't above casting a few spells of his own.