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
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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