Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Monday, July 23, 2018

humans who still think they’re atop the food chain... Frenchman Street (Sentinels of New Orleans #6) by Suzanne Johnson

"The thrills and chills keep coming throughout this fast paced and smooth flowing plot keeps readers on the edge of their seats, glued to the pages and biting their nails with anticipation from beginning to end." - Eva, Goodreads


Release Date: July 24th, 2018
Cover Artist: Robin Ludwig Design Inc.

The uneasy truce between the preternatural species of New Orleans has shattered, with wizards and elves, shifters and vampires—not to mention the historical undead—struggling for ultimate control of the city, including the humans who still think they’re atop the food chain.

They aren’t, however—and the Summer Prince of Faerie wants them to know it.

Stuck in the middle? One unemployed wizard sentinel. For DJ Jaco, war makes for strange bedfellows as she finally embraces her wizard-elven heritage and strikes a deal with the devil so she and her ragtag band of allies can return to defend her hometown. After all, when the undead French pirate Jean Lafitte is the mayor’s newest consultant, things could go horribly wrong.

War is coming to New Orleans in time for Mardi Gras, with the elves and wizards lined up on opposite sides, the shifters with a new leader, the vampires promising loyalty to the highest bidder, and the soul of the Crescent City resting on the outcome of the civil war going on in Faerie between the rival princes of summer and winter.

Mardi Gras Day is approaching fast, and the line between friends and enemies grows thin as DJ tries to stave off open warfare on the St. Charles Avenue parade route.

Laissez les bons temps rouler…but be careful, or the good times might roll too close for comfort.


I turned to glare at the unicorn. It was hanging around for some reason. 

“Can you talk? If not, what are you waiting for?” I made a shooing motion. “Go home to your whack-job master.” 

Because we needed to find out how it got to our remote beach in the Beyond.

“I’ll find a rope—maybe we can make a halter,” Rene said, walking toward the house. 

Jean also seemed to have had his fill of unicorn wrangling. “Bah. I shall depart for Old Orleans, Drusilla. There are people with whom I must discuss matters of import, and perhaps I might discover the truth about Christof.”

Fine. Leave me with the merman and the unicorn. 

He turned and walked into the transport, disappearing in seconds. He hadn’t removed his boots, but he had held his pistol out of the water. The pirate had his priorities straight.

“Here is my message.” 
I whirled to look at the unicorn, who was now doing his best Mr. Ed impression.
“I knew it.” That freaking unicorn could talk; he’d been waiting to get me alone.

I held up the elven staff, and the unicorn had the good sense to back up a couple of steps. I slipped my left hand into my jeans pocket, fingering a couple of potions I’d cooked up in this rustic paradise using a generator-powered hot plate and my own blood. My physical magic wouldn’t work outside the human world, but my potions and charms were fine. The staff worked everywhere. 

“Okay, start talking, horse.”

The unicorn managed to look offended. “Here is my message,” he repeated. “His Royal Majesty Florian will be crowned King of Faerie and of All Species of Earth and Beyond in two weeks. You are—”

“Wait.” I shook the staff at him, and sparks flew out its tip. “What do you mean, ‘King of Faerie and of All Species of Earth and Beyond’?” 

What in the name of Merlin was that madman up to?

The unicorn tossed his head and looked even grumpier. “Here is my message,” he repeated for the third time. “His Royal Majesty Florian will be crowned King of Faerie and of All Species of Earth and Beyond in two weeks. You are invited to attend and pledge fealty at his coronation in New Orleans at the apex of the celebration the humans call Mardi Gras. Should you die before the appointed time, this invitation may be considered null and void.”

And with that, the unicorn turned, took a big, steaming dump on the sand near my feet, and made to trot back down the beach from whence he came. I flipped the lid off one of the charms in my pocket, chased him down the beach, and tossed it on him. I only hit his tail, which, considering it was a freezing charm, only made said tail freeze at a ninety-degree angle.

“Stop, unicorn, or I’ll toast your rump like a potroast!” I yelled, aiming the staff. I sent a warning zap of fire onto his rump. My aim had improved a lot in months since I’d blown up my own SUV and burned down half of Six Flags New Orleans. I’d had lots of time to practice.

Unfortunately, the shot only made the unicorn fly into a gallop. I had no choice but to run after him and hope I could keep him in sight by moonlight.

About the author:
On Aug. 28, 2005, Suzanne Johnson loaded two dogs, a cat, a friend, and her mom into a car and fled New Orleans in the hours before Hurricane Katrina made landfall. 

Four years later, she began weaving her experiences and love for her city into the Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series, beginning with Royal Street (2012), of which Frenchman Street is the sixth and final book in the story arc. She also has written Pirateship Down and The Consort, both set in the Sentinels world, and the standalone Christmas in Dogtown

She grew up in rural Alabama, halfway between the Bear Bryant Museum and Elvis’ birthplace, and lived in New Orleans for fifteen years, which means she has a highly refined sense of the absurd and an ingrained love of SEC football and fried gator on a stick. 

She can be found online at her website or her blog. 
As Susannah Sandlin, she writes multiple award-winning paranormal romance and romantic suspense, including The Penton Vampire Legacy paranormal romance, suspense duology The Collectors, romantic suspense series, the Wilds of the Bayou romantic suspense series, and the standalones Storm Force and Chenoire

Suzanne currently lives in Auburn, Alabama, where she works as a full-time author and copyeditor. 

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James Robert said...

When you have a lot of readers in the family, these tours are perfect. I appreciate getting to find new books for them so thank you.

Reader246 said...

The cover model has pretty hair!

amycrocker76 said...

I grew up in the Eighties, so unicorns are a bigg deal for me. I have always loved the mysticism and supernatural elements surrounding the city of New Orleans.

Dale Wilken said...

Sounds great.

kim hansen said...

New author for me.

wendy Hutton said...

thanks for hosting the books sounds great

Laura said...

I've been wanting to try Suzanne's books. They sound thrilling and have spectacular covers.

Betul E. said...

I love the covers. I can't wait to read this series.

Unknown said...

Wonderful book cover.

Daniela said...

This sounds like an interesting fantasy series. I added it to my TBR list.
Thanks for sharing.

Corey Hutton said...

Good luck with the book and thanks for the giveaway.

Angela (Angel's Book Nook) said...

Thank's for the giveaway and sharing an excerpt

Dan Denman said...

I like the colors and images in the book cover. This sounds like a good paranormal story to me.

Mikhail R said...

High five on great cover. Thanks for sharing. Congrats.

Dan Denman said...

The book cover looks great! This sounds like a great paranormal adventure!

ellen_levickis said...

What is your favorite part of developing characters?

ellen_levickis said...

How do you get inspired to write?

Lou and Denise said...

Looks very interesting , can’t wait to read

Unknown said...

I would love to read Frenchman Street.

Jenna d said...

I look forward to getting to this book in the series!

ellen_levickis said...

What are you currently working on?

Unknown said...

Frenchman Street looks very interesting. Would love to read it.

tiago rosado said...

the blurb is hilarious,makes the book sound very interring and worth a read