Author: Diana Marie DuBois
Series: Voodoo Vows (Book 1)
Publisher Three Danes Publishing LLC
Release Date: Oct 31
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?
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.
“I need a new voodoo doll.”
With her hands on her hips, her spiral curls bounced as she shook her head and gave me an incredulous look. “Uh, hell to the no; and besides, um yeah, Rosie, what in the world do you need a voodoo doll for?”
I waved my hand in the air. “Oh, you know.” A wicked smile creased my face. My laughter almost bubbled to the surface at the quizzical look on her face. “Come on Jahane…you remember what we did when we were little.”
"Oh, no, no, Rosie, you are not going to.” Her voice was full of disbelief.
Hysterical laughter exploded from me as I doubled over and held my sides. “No, Jahane, I wanted some fresh fruit. Satsumas to be exact. I missed the sweet taste of that fresh citrus.” My mouth watered at the thought of peeling the green skin off and biting into the sweetness. I heard her sigh in relief and asked, “Do you seriously think I would have done that to you?" “Well, let’s see…it was you who broke open your piggy bank to exact revenge on the bullies at school.”
Jahane’s response brought long-lost memories to the forefront of my mind. I’d been thrust back in time to days of long ago, and a nervous laugh escaped. “Jahane, you do remember it was your idea to go to the voodoo shop, right?” I cocked my head at her. “And do you remember the look on your mom’s face when she caught us with an assortment of voodoo paraphernalia?”
“Hell, I sure do. My mom was so pissed I thought I would be punished forever.” Then she cackled and imitated her mother. “‘Girls, if you play with voodoo, the spirits will call Marie Laveau herself to reign terror down on y’all.” She laughed so hard at the memory she had to wipe tears from her face.