The year 1952 saw a number of debuts – polio vaccine, Mr. Potato Head game, roll-on deodorant, the Honeymooners and me.
I grew up in a small town in L’Acadiane, where bayous and sugar cane fields were playgrounds, fireflies a summer evening delight and cousins my closest friends. The town library was my portal to all that was real and imagined outside of the rural community beside the Bayou Teche.
Two million international miles for business and pleasure qualify me as a road warrior, witness to colorful settings and cultures. An avid reader of mystery, thrillers and international intrigue, I’m always thrilled to recognize a location in a novel as something more than a clichéd depiction from a postcard. I strive to bring that sentiment to my settings.
After working and living abroad, my husband and I retired back to Louisiana. As we reacquainted ourselves with local cultures and traditions, I switched from reader to writer mode. Characters began popping in at breakfast and dinner, so I wrote a story to give them a home. They still visit.
A French Quarter Mystery with a dash of paranormal, a pinch of history and splash of romance.
Echo LaBauve, a high intuitive, is enlisted to solve the mystery surrounding a hand-tooled key discovered when a jazz legend’s house is demolished.