Moonstone Maelstrom by JL Madore

It was a mistake I could never undo.

A mistake made with the purest of intentions.

A mistake that locked me in the crosshairs of the most dangerous beasts imaginable—Vampires.

“New Orleans is too dangerous for you, cher.”

I thought MawMaw was being protective. Afterall, my parents were killed in a violent car accident in Nola when I was a child. That was when she moved us halfway across the globe.

But a Tremé witch needs to be laid to rest in the soil of our ancestors or she will never be at peace.

The moment I set foot in the city of jazz clubs and soul food, I felt the rush of ancient power. My cells came to life like never before, my connection to the ancestors taking root.

And then he found me—they found me. The men of my nightmares. The beasts who capture me and say I belong to them.

Laissez les bon temps rouler.