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As a sixteen year old voodoo queen in the making, Joan
Renault just wants to be like all the other girls in the small town of Monte
Parish, Louisiana—obsessed with boys and swamped with social lives. If the
other kids would quit calling her “hoodoo hag,” she might have a small shot at
normality. It would also help if Joan’s weekend outings with her secret crush,
Dave, weren’t always being interrupted by her dead Grandmere, the legendary
Marie Laveau. After all, it’s hard to make out with your best friend when your
grandmother is watching! But when you come from a long line of voodoo
priestesses with dried gator heads decorating the wall of their huts, normal
doesn’t come easily.
When Joan witnesses the brutal sacrifice of a
child to a tree Druid, she learns her Grandmere’s scandalous past has come back
to haunt those living in the present. Hera, a vengeful voodoo priestess is
determined to use the residual energy of Pandora’s Box to revive a sleeping
voodoo god and declare war on the descendants of Marie Laveau, especially Joan.
Suddenly, Greek myths are being re-enacted all over town, and Joan has her
hands full trying to sort it all out. With the approach of Samedi’s Day—the voodoo
day of resurrection—Joan must learn to accept her destiny in order to stop the
approaching threat to her family and friends.
Considering how many paranormal books I read it’s strange that
I haven’t read a lot of books about witches. This is one of those rare voodoo
books.
Main character Joan, or how her parents call her Baby Girl
is high school girl who has some powers. She sees ghosts and deals with voodoo
magic. She is still young and in process of learning so sometimes is difficult to deal with all paranormal things around her. Through this book she grows up and learns how to become better at what she's doing. The person who will help her the most is her best friend Dave. Although relation between them could become more than just best friends relationship. Oh another person who will help her is her deceased grandmother Marie. She is the ghost now and only person who can see her is Joan.
If you're lover of voodoo stories with maybe a dose of horror then this book will be interesting for you. You'll enjoy in all different voodoo stories and all relations between characters. For me this book was really fun and fast read. Although Joan is too young for this story if you ask me. Someone more mature would be much better.
All in all this is one readable and funny book. If you have time check it out.
About the writer
Mary Ann Loesch is an award winning fiction writer from
Texas. Her urban fantasy, Nephilim,
was published in July 2011 by Lyrical Press Inc. An avid
blogger for All Things Writing and Loesch's Muse,
Mary Ann has also contributed stories in the horror
anthology, All Things Dark and Dastardly. Her
latest book, Bayou Myth, will be released in the summer of
2012. While she loves dirty martinis and cuddling with her dachshund, she loves fan mail even
more!
Excerpt for Bayou Myth
A teenage girl stood in the hazy glow. Unlike the other
spirits, her form held solid. I got the sense that she drew energy from the
surrounding spirits. Her lowered head made it so I couldn’t see her face, but
the style of dress she wore dated back at least a century. Not surprising,
really. Monte Parish could trash its roots to the late 1700’s.
The ghost lifted her head. Her eyes were empty sockets and
rotted flesh hung from her face revealing bone. She watched me, and the hatred
pumping from her aura sucked my breath away. Her head moved as if she were
looking at Dave. A sly smile formed on what remained of her lips, and the
hatred crawling in the air multiplied. She moved towards us with an unsteady
gait. The closer she got, the sicker to my stomach I felt.
She meant to harm Dave. But not because he’d done anything
to her. It was because he belonged to me. Though she never said a word, her
intentions spilt off her and my psychic conduit picked it up.
“Let’s go. We need to leave right now.”
“What’s wrong?” Dave asked, but he complied with my request
and closed up the tailgate.
The girl continued our direction. She raised a hand, and the
sleeve of her dress slid back. Even from the distance we were at, the long
white scar on her arm could be seen clearly in the moonlight. She pointed a
finger at me.
You saw…the words hissed across the cemetery, raising goose
bumps on my arms.
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