One of my favorite cities to visit is New Orleans. And whenever we go there, I
always have to stop into the voodoo shops. The whole concept of magic
fascinates me. It’s so neat to look through the various spells and potions: a
candle to burn for money and prosperity, a charm to wear to find love, even
bath salts that will wash away bad luck.
I’m not quite sure I believe in it, but it completely
captures my imagination. I love the colorful displays and the incense and the
idea that voodoo mambos really can solve our problems, or at least bring us a
little luck.
Usually at around shop three or four, my husband will start
to say things like, “But we never buy anything.” Or “Let’s just skip this one.”
My answer has always been the same, “I need this for book research.”
For years, he would remind me that I write about biker
witches and demon slayers, not voodoo mambos. Until… my editor called and asked
if I’d like to write a short story about a voodoo mambo. I was so happy. How
often do you get to sell a story and put one over on the hubby at the same
time?
We both got a kick out of it as I wrote Gentlemen Prefer
Voodoo. It’s about a New Orleans
voodoo shop owner who has it all – except for love. So she decides to cast a
spell to draw the perfect man for her. Only she should have been more specific,
because her ideal man died in 1811 and was buried in St. Louis Cemetery Number
One. Her spell calls up a sexy, hot (totally whole) zombie love. He’s fighting
for one last chance at love while she’s basically trying to put him back in the
ground.
It was so much fun to write. A lot of that came from the pure
joy of imagining a world where voodoo is real. And who knows? Maybe it is. I
think I need to visit a few more voodoo shops to find out. In the mean time, I’d
like to give away a copy of the anthology, My Zombie Valentine, that includes
Gentlemen Prefer Voodoo. Just post and tell me if you believe. ;)
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9 comments:
Heck yeah!
I don't believe but I want to believe.
I do believe. I believe that there is other beings, things, & creatures out there. I just think that we want to see it. I don't think a lot of people could handle it. Thanks for the giveaway.
christinebails at yahoo dot com
I think you definitely need to visit a few more shops to find out, and the hubby needs to go alone, just in case, lol! I don't believe in voodoo, but maybe that next shop that you visit will be the one that convinces you!
I don't believe in voodoo, but it sure is fun to read about. :D
yes i do believe, it happens :)
I believe in it to a certain extent, but more than that I believe that there are people who wholeheartedly believe which gives it all the power it needs to be real. Thanks for the giveaway.
holly(dot)collins1(at)yahoo(dot)com
Having married a Cajun, I have been to a few voodoo shops and heard lots of stories. I am not sure if I completely believe. I will say this: you go wandering down dark roads in backwoods Louisiana at night, and your eyes start to see things that make you wonder if it's your imagination or if the stories are real...
If I didn't believe just a little bit that there is more out there than what we can prove, I wouldn't love paranormal romances as much as I do. It's the element of "maybe this is possible" that makes them so much fun to read.
Happy Halloween to you! :)
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