Cafe Du Monde, anyone? My mother has already said we need beignets for breakfast every morning. I'm inclined to let her have her way. I can already see me gaining twenty pounds on this trip between the etouffee and the beignets.
Of course, the trip is also for research. I've started the follow-up to His Vow, His Vengeance. This story is even more centrally located in New Orleans, so what better excuse to have to return to the city I've fallen in love with? I added my experiences from my first trip into my first book, adding to the true feel of the city. Now I want to re-energize that vibe so it can find its way into the second.
New Orleans gets into your blood. At least it did for me. Hopefully my family feels the same, because I doubt this trip will be my last to the Crescent City. I hate humidity, but love the city so much, I wouldn't be against considering a move.
Lastly, I'm hoping I catch a glimpse of the ghost of Marie Laveau this time around when I go to her tomb. She showed up in my dreams a few nights before and took my story in a while other direction, earning her a starring role in His Vengeance. She was only supposed to be a bit player --- but how can the Queen of Voodoo be a bit player anywhere?
If you haven't picked up a copy of His Vow, you can check it out here:
I’ll return for you. I vow it.
When Cami DuBois winds up on a Manassas battlefield, she stumbles across Confederate re-enactors too deep in character. One of the men looks at Cami and she feels an instant connection, a familiarity she can’t ignore and a lust she doesn’t want to. Until he vanishes before her.
Left in limbo, Christophe Sinclair is bound by his vow. Promising to return to his love after the end of the Civil War, he’s overjoyed to have his Camille back—and to truly have her in his arms again is his singular focus.
Christophe’s tie to Cami is strong, one that might defy the rules of space and time.
If the Voodoo Gods allow it.