Title: Voodoo Vows
Author: Diana Marie DuBois
Series: Voodoo Vows (Book 1)
Genre: Paranormal
Publisher Three
Danes Publishing LLC
Release Date: Oct 31
Blurb/Synopsis:
Rosie Delacroix returns to New Orleans after her mother’s
disappearance, is pulled into an unimagined world and gets more than she
bargained for.
Ensconced in the life of magic and voodoo, she’s surrounded
by unlikely allies.
Julian Quibodeaux, an
old flame, re-enters her life and their love is once again reignited like dry
tinder to a flame. However, he’s been cursed and unaware he holds a terrible
secret…One that could destroy their relationship.
She’ll be tested in many ways, to save the man she loves.
Will her friends, and an unusual new-found gift, be enough for her to survive
her journey?
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Author Information
As a young girl, Diana Marie Dubois was an avid reader and
was often found in the local public library. Now you find her working in her
local library. Hailing from the culture filled state of Louisiana, just outside
of New Orleans; she lives with her three Great Danes and four spunky
mutts. Her biggest inspiration has
always been the infamous Anne Rice and her tales of Vampires. It was those very
stories that inspired Diana to take hold of her dreams and begin writing. She
is now working on her first series, Voodoo Vows.
Even in the daytime the cemetery had an eerie, spooky aura
surrounding the place. The three of us walked to the mausoleum believed to
house Marie Laveau’s body. The dozens of X’s placed all over made me wonder if
the people actually had received the gift or wish they so desperately wanted.
Or was she angered by the graffiti upon her resting place, and had exacted the
appropriate revenge on those that dared mark her tomb? I sighed at the
assortment of candles and bones and other things left behind for Marie.
Coldness surrounded me, before I sat down on a bench that
appeared out of nowhere. Jahane stood behind me with her hand on my shoulder.
The comfort that exuded from that one touch almost brought tears, but, no, not
today. The time to be strong was now. I began to empty my purse when, out of my
peripheral vision, I saw a ghostly figure walk around the disheveled marble
mausoleum. Immediate fear and shock consumed me. She was dressed in a long
flowing skirt that billowed around her without the hint of a breeze; her sheer
dark skin shimmered in the sun. A beautiful shawl was draped over her
shoulders, and the white tignon was tied perfectly around her head. She
continued towards us, her fingertips trailing along the white marble of the
giant tomb. I looked up at her in awe as her body shimmered back and forth from
grainy to solid…there, but not quite there.
“Ah, mon piti,” she spoke in a mixture of English, and the
lilt of her accent accentuated her creole French language. “I had hoped you
would come at my invitation and visit me, as your mér had.
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