“Cliff was the last stop on the bus to nowhere. She much preferred to blend into the background.
Unlike her flamboyant family, she hated to stand out. But then Amanda had always preferred to dress in an understated way. Her sister’s strange outfit was quite a contrast to Amanda’s faded jeans, pink cable-knit sweater, and tan ski jacket. Madam Selene, the Moon Mistress, as Selena was known, sat behind it wearing a free-flowing green suede skirt, purple knit sweater and a large black and silver overcoat. The cheap card table was disguised by a thick purple cloth their mother had sewn with “special” incantations known only to their family. Most of the Jackson Square peddlers didn’t bother setting up booths during the winter season, but her sister Selena considered her psychic stand as much a New Orleans treasure as the St. The clouds and the sky were an eerie gray that matched Amanda’s dour mood. The smell of warm chicory coffee and beignets floated from the Cafe Du Monde across the street, while cars zoomed past a few feet away. Still smiling at the thought of a million ants biting Cliff’s pasty, dough-boy body, Amanda glanced around at the tourists who were thronging the New Orleans landmark even on this drab November day. Which was exactly what had her sitting at Selena’s tarot card and palm reading table in Jackson Square on a cold Sunday afternoon, instead of lying in bed with the covers pulled over her head. Leave it to her big sister to make her laugh, no matter the tragedy. “I say we should stake him to an ant hill and throw little pickles at him.”Īmanda Devereaux laughed at Selena’s suggestion. Now I find myself wanting to believe that love and loyalty do exist.Įven more disturbing, I find myself wondering if there’s any way a woman can love a man whose battle scars run deep, and whose heart was damaged by a betrayal so savage that he’s not sure it will ever beat again. Not to mention the last time I fell in love it cost me not only my human life, but also my very soul.
My attraction to Amanda Devereaux goes against everything I stand for. She’s smart, sexy, witty, and wants nothing to do with the paranormal. Or so I thought until one night when I woke up handcuffed to my worst nightmare: an accountant. I play hero to thousands, but am known to none. That is my existence, and it is dark and dangerous. Have you ever wanted to know what it’s like to be immortal? To journey through the night stalking the evil that preys on humans? To have unlimited wealth, unlimited power? Original Publication Date: September 24, 2002
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