Added to the atmosphere and the music, I mulled over a few events from earlier in the trip. When we took a ghost tour the previous evening, we did, in fact, encounter a young man on Bourbon Street dressed in red fake fur, cheap plastic horns and black boots, carrying a plastic liquor bottle full of something red. Another traveler talked about a different street performer she'd met, one who lived on the street (or claimed to) because she couldn't find housing without giving up her dog.
Everything, from the cafe to the sparrows to the "devil" who seemed to have a little crush on our ghost tour guide, gelled together as we luxuriated in the peaceful afternoon. I said to my friend, "I have a story forming."
She said good, "Someone ought to write about this."
And so I did. Since it was New Orleans, I had to add a little magic. My apologies to the real people whose lives I only saw from a single snapshot in time. No devils, street singers or even sparrows were harmed in the writing of this paranormal romantic suspense novella.
At the present time, I'm between contracts, so hoping for ever more inspiration to be found in 2017. Look for more re-releases as the year unfolds--like many authors I recently received rights back to a number of my books. I also seriously hope to have some new material out this year as well. Here's wishing all of us a magical and productive new year!
THE DEVIL OF BOURBON STREET
by Cindy Spencer Pape
Three years after his wife’s death, Quinn Carling has finally come to peace with himself and the detective returns to New Orleans to visit her grave and say goodbye. Darcy Jefferson is a street performer who can see auras and refuses to let her abusive past bring her down.
When this unlikely pair meets, the sparks begin to fly. When they witness a murder together, Quinn resolves to protect Darcy. With help—and interference—from Quinn’s former in-laws, the local police who want Quinn back, a mutt named Olaf and a powerful voodoo priestess, the two of them help search for the murderer, so he doesn’t find them first. Quinn never expected to fall in love again, but he hadn’t counted on the magic of New Orleans.