I was busy promoting MAGIC MOON: A Mystery, the first book in the Bad Mojo series, throughout the 5-day Free event (Nov. 11-15) with Amazon's KDP Select program, so I needed to put my work-in-progress on hold.
To everyone at these promotional Twitter addresses...
Don’t mess with Bonnie June. She’ll put a spell on you. Or worse.
All 13 dark tales in the Bad Mojo series are available exclusively through Amazon.
#1 MAGIC MOONDecember New Orleans, Louisiana
Moved by the success of her debut crime novel, twenty-seven-year-old BJ Donovan can’t handle the thought of being a one-hit wonder and never feeling special ever again. Using her position as the executive chef and owner of a popular restaurant in the French Quarter to blend in with the community, she embarks on a killing spree by means of voodoo magic. Traveling across the country under the guise of a book signing tour, she uses details of the murders to help maintain her best-seller status with an upcoming episodic thriller series.
#2 METAMORPHOSIS MOONJanuary St. Augustine, Florida
BJ goes on a murderous rampage after someone at a writers retreat steals her handwritten manuscript of a new novel containing details of a true crime that were never made public.
#3 MOURNFUL MOONFebruary Savannah, Georgia
With a little help from BJ, Alma LeJeune exacts revenge on the descendants of the people who had willingly participated in the unfair conviction and public hanging of a young Irish woman in 1735.
#4 MASTERMINDS MOONMarch Key West, Florida
Made the brunt of a sick joke by The Six, a group of snobbish writers, BJ shows them what make believe is all about when she uses the legendary Robby the Doll, a child’s toy created by voodoo magic, to hit back.
#5 MESMERIZING MOONApril Charleston, South Carolina
Possessed by the ghost of a female serial killer from the 1800s, Alma drugs traveling businessmen then feeds their dismembered body parts to her pet, a great white alligator.
#6 MALEVOLENCE MOONMay Salem, Massachusetts
A strange conversation between BJ and the descendant of a Salem witch leads Alma to believe that BJ is being drawn into a web of lies and deceit.
#7 MAYHEM MOONJune Cincinnati, Ohio
BJ grows suspicious of an elderly woman’s true motives after she asks her to help get her granddaughter away from her cruel husband, a notorious gangster.
#8 MESSENGER MOONJuly Chicago, Illinois
After a devastating hurricane hits New Orleans BJ decides to get on the road and finish her promotional tour, unaware someone is lying in wait.
#9 MEANNESS MOONAugust Portland, Oregon
BJ is about to wage war on two animal abusers when something extraordinary happens.
#10 MAKE-BELIEVE MOONSeptember Hollywood, California
A playwright’s misuse of BJ’s thriller series infuriates her.
#11 MASQUERADE MOONOctober Las Vegas, Nevada
An unexpected invitation to a murder mystery dinner party makes BJ wonder if she is the intended victim.
#12 MONSTER MOONNovember Truth or Consequences, New Mexico
BJ soon regrets her decision to help a woman who claims she had just escaped from a torture chamber in the desert.
#13 MELANCHOLY MOONDecember Chalmette, Louisiana
Bonnie June is coming home, but to what end?
Author Note: To get the full effect of the series the stories must be read in numerical order.
Virgil awoke late at night to find his wife gone. He kicked off cold and clammy bedcovers, box springs screeched when he got up. A steady breeze, weighed down with humidity, carried the vanilla-like fragrance of Joe-Pye weed and the barely audible sound of laughter through an open window.
He stood behind fluttering white sheers and watched Marie trot across the back yard, her long black curls bouncing with each footfall. The opaque security light above the barn doors cast an eerie pallor through the limbs of an old elm draped with Spanish moss. He noticed her belly, in the narrow space between her shirt and shorts, seemed rounder than normal. He lazily scratched his ass, wondered what the hell she’s doing.
A man stepped out of the shadows, and drew her into an embrace. They kissed for a moment, then entered the barn.
Marie came back out. She turned her head side to side, looked up. Virgil leaned back without thinking.
The man clasped her hand. “C’mere, baby.” He brought a shiny metal flask to his lips and took a long swig.
She giggled again. “Gimme some.”
“Sh! Not now.” He pulled her into the barn, loosely swung one door shut, the other already latched at the top.
Virgil slipped through the half closed door. Stood beneath the loft and listened to the rough’n ready sounds of raw lust. Glossy photos in his dog-eared girlie magazines flashed through his mind. He hiked the leather rifle strap onto his shoulder, gripped the sides of the wooden ladder. Slowly mounted the rungs; aware one always squeaks.
He found them in a clearing behind short stacks of hay. Virgil recognized him. He was the same slick salesman who’d come sniffing around last April trying to sell them some kitcheny crap. He didn’t know if his wife got any. He’d left the house to spend the rest of the mild and sunny morning planting eggplants to be sold at the farmers market and to local chefs.
A July heat wave made the guy come a-knocking again.