It Happens On Bourbon St.
On Halloween night, the lives of three individuals are forever changed.
Ember, a young girl raised in isolation, begins to uncover the truth about her mysterious past.
Alden, haunted by the loss of his family, dedicates his life to finding the answers that elude him.
And Rafe, a devoted father, is caught in a cycle of memories that seem just out of reach.
The Vanished, The Seeker, The Dreamer, and The Harvest are all parts of a grander tale, It Happens on Bourbon St. This story is gripping tale of love, loss, and the search for truth.
As each character's journey unfolds, dark secrets and supernatural forces come to light, drawing them closer to the answers they seek—and to each other.
Atmospheric and haunting, this story will captivate readers and keep them on edge until the final revelation.
Excerpt
The air smelled of salted caramel and fried bread, layered in mountains of powdered sugar. Sweet enough to rot the teeth of every child wisping about through the crowded streets; full of laughter, pumpkins, spirits, costumes, and dreams. Some with painted faces, fresh from the carnival. Children holding tightly to the hands of their parents, teens stalking about in groups, all weaving between strolling lovers, harping mothers, and salesmen pitching graveyard tours. A group of freshmen chasing after a bullied victim, whom they’d dosed in juice from a merchant stand, said owner hot on their tail.
All while giant floats pulled across centuries-old stone streets in the French Quarter. Each one adorned with ribbons, lights, funny-looking paper mache sculptures, some larger than Andrew Jackson’s statue in the square.
The crowd, cast in the shadow of Saint Louis Cathedral as the sun set behind heavy gray clouds, chattered on. A buzz so loud that it was only drowned out by the sounds of drums and saxophones. Music set to the tune of The Mamas & The Papas' "California Dreamin."
One cloud let loose a drizzle. A storm was brewing.
A big black cat
in a great big tree
stuck on a night so dark you could hardly see
was watching the lights down a cobblestone street
where a witch and a mummy
danced on Hallow's Eve
