Genre: Historical Fiction Horror
It's 1890 in New Orleans, a time of rich white men, sprawling plantations, Voodoo, high class parties and the unspoken Placage. Amidst the thick heat, magic and sorrow, a beautiful Creole woman exists in this cruel world. Although born free, she never knew life without the call of a ‘Master’ – until now.
Blessed with an ancient power, Madame Lily has an agenda that has galvanized her into the deepest reaches of High Society and to the darkness that is swirling with Voodoo.
Elijah is a First Made Protector tasked to guard and cleanse the world of the evils that roam. He spent millennia with only goodness in his heart until cursed – one meant to corrupt his very soul with love, obsession and infatuation… for Madame Lily, a woman that should rightfully be his adversary.
Drawn together by fate and magic, these two forces face off and sparks fly. A love that never should have been is born – a love that may change everything for both of them.
Excerpt
It's 1890 in New Orleans, a time of rich white men, sprawling plantations, Voodoo, high class parties and the unspoken Placage. Amidst the thick heat, magic and sorrow, a beautiful Creole woman exists in this cruel world. Although born free, she never knew life without the call of a ‘Master’ – until now.
Blessed with an ancient power, Madame Lily has an agenda that has galvanized her into the deepest reaches of High Society and to the darkness that is swirling with Voodoo.
Elijah is a First Made Protector tasked to guard and cleanse the world of the evils that roam. He spent millennia with only goodness in his heart until cursed – one meant to corrupt his very soul with love, obsession and infatuation… for Madame Lily, a woman that should rightfully be his adversary.
Drawn together by fate and magic, these two forces face off and sparks fly. A love that never should have been is born – a love that may change everything for both of them.
Excerpt
1890 New Orleans – Julien Dubois’ mansion
Hearon, on
the other hand, made herself known. She walked into the kitchen and saw the
looks on the help’s faces. One woman opened her mouth to scream but Hearon
moved so swiftly she was in front of the woman before a noise could escape. The
woman stifled her cry while her eyes bulged to no end.
Hearon
placed a delicate finger on the woman’s full, cracked lips. “Shhh,” she warned.
“Not one word.” She whispered so close to her ear, that her lips caressed her
lope. She glared at the helpers, making sure no one moved but her. She then
carried a tray into the formal dining area and set it next to the rest of the
hoard of food.
“. . . of
course this is a perfect time to buy up more . . .” Julien lost his wording
when he saw Lilly’s companion standing next to one of his business partners.
The man was intoxicated by the lovely Creole girl dressed in a plain white
dress.
“Julien,
why didn’t you tell us that you kept such beauties to serve you in your home?”
The man, Francisco Becerra, just so happened to be the appointed head of New
Orleans law enforcement. He was admiring Hearon as she offered him a drink. In
fact a few of his guests were political figures.
