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Since returning from Fairview Plantation, Jazzmyn Livaudais has noticed strange occurrences in her Garden District home. She attributes the ghostly happenings to Julian Devereau.<\/div>\n
Trapped in a world between death and life, Julian waits. Jazzmyn is torn between her feelings for him, and her impending nuptials to her temperamental chef, Kyle Baker.<\/div>\n
But before she can consider Julian\u2019s fate, she must deal with a detective eager to solve the horrific murders of women that have plagued New Orleans for decades. The detective suspects Julian is the killer, and his frequent visits to The Sweet Note are putting everyone on edge.<\/div>\n
With Julian\u2019s time running out, Jazzmyn discovers there may be another spirit hanging around her home. One who is out to settle an old score.<\/div>\n
Will Jazzmyn rescue Julian from his self-imposed limbo? And what will happen if he returns?<\/div>\n
When one curse ends, another can begin. Beware The Satyr\u2019s Curse.<\/div>\n
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\u201cDo you miss the demon, Jazzmyn?\u201d
\n\u201cHe\u2019s not a demon.\u201d Jazzmyn carefully weighed her words. \u201cDo you think \u2026? I keep wondering if he\u2019s all right.\u201d
\nMs. Helen\u2019s unsettling sigh carried through the bedroom. \u201cThat satyr man has crossed over. He\u2019s where he\u2019s supposed to be.\u201d
\n\u201cIs he?\u201d Jazzmyn questioningly raised her eyebrows.
\n\u201cDo you know somethin\u2019 I don\u2019t, child?\u201d
\nJazzmyn motioned to the newest daisy painted on the wall. \u201cThat just appeared last night.\u201d
\nMs. Helen inspected the flower. \u201cI thought you said you painted them daisies.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, that\u2019s what I told Kyle to keep him from asking too many questions. I can\u2019t paint. They just appeared.\u201d Jazzmyn rubbed her hands together. \u201cThey\u2019re a lot like the ones Julian put in Jackie\u2019s bedroom at Fairview Plantation. If I didn\u2019t know better, I\u2019d say they\u2019re exactly like the ones he painted.\u201d
\nMs. Helen spun around. Her coffee-colored skin paled.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not all. Last night, Kyle found Odette\u2019s painting hanging sideways on the mantle. This morning, the coffeemaker had been turned on and filled with coffee before either one of us got up.\u201d
\nMs. Helen\u2019s brown eyes grew in size. \u201cDo you think it\u2019s the demon?\u201d
\n\u201cWho else could it be?\u201d Jazzmyn gestured to the flower on the wall. \u201cHe had a fondness for painting, loved coffee before he was cursed, and who else would turn Odette\u2019s picture on its side like that?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat you\u2019re suggestin\u2019 would mean he\u2019s finding a way back to you.\u201d
\n\u201cBut when I came back from Fairview, you said he was trapped. How can he come back?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not sure. I\u2019ve never seen such a thing.\u201d Ms. Helen knitted her brow. \u201cYou told me he was the one who threw the pot on the fire, not you. And you never spoke the words banishing him.\u201d
\n\u201cYes, the curse was lifted, and he disappeared into a ball of green light after the pot exploded.\u201d Jazzmyn tossed up a hand. \u201cSo?\u201d
\n\u201cIf the ritual wasn\u2019t completed, that might allow him to move back and forth between this world and the place where he\u2019s trapped,\u201d Ms. Helen warned in a dark voice.
\nJazzmyn shivered as if enveloped by an icy breeze. \u201cWhich means he might be trying to get back to me.\u201d She faced her daughter, sitting in her crib. \u201cBack to Jackie.\u201d
\n\u201cJulian\u2019s paid his debt to your family and to those he wronged, but you didn\u2019t force him out of your life, Jazzmyn. Julian sent himself away. That tie to you and his daughter may have left a door open somewhere.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat door?\u201d
\nMs. Helen waved her hand high in the air. \u201cThe door that lies between this world and the next. A portal through which spirits can cross over.\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I didn\u2019t complete the ritual, he\u2019s able to come back and forth through this door?\u201d Jazzmyn gripped the railing of Jackie\u2019s pink crib. \u201cAre you sure about this?\u201d
\nMs. Helen put a reassuring her hand on Jazzmyn\u2019s shoulder. \u201cHe\u2019s bound to you and his daughter. It\u2019s those ties that probably kept him from crossing over completely.\u201d
\n\u201cIs Julian a ghost, haunting my house?\u201d
\n\u201cGhosts are dead people trapped on this earth, but your demon ain\u2019t dead. Far from it.\u201d
\nJazzmyn was overcome by a wave of dizziness as what Ms. Helen was proposing sunk in. \u201cAre you saying he\u2019s alive, physically, somewhere?\u201d
\n\u201cIf you\u2019d performed the ritual like Ms. Evangeline instructed, your satyr man would have been sent to his rest. His physical body would have died. But you didn\u2019t perform the ritual, at least not all of it.\u201d
\nJazzmyn glared at the woman, dumbfounded. \u201cYou never said anything about his being alive and trapped. I thought he was a spirit, and no longer living.\u201d
\nMs. Helen sighed and looked Jazzmyn up and down. \u201cSo do you want to get rid of your satyr man for good?\u201d
\nJazzmyn said nothing but glanced down at her baby in the crib.
\n\u201cWhat about your crazy chef?\u201d Ms. Helen pressed. \u201cKyle plans on marryin\u2019 you in October. You got any idea what you\u2019re gonna tell him?\u201d
\nJazzmyn sagged against the crib, unable to bear the weight of her emotions. \u201cI don\u2019t know what I feel for either man right now.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re gonna have to decide, Jazzmyn. Sooner than later, you\u2019ll have to let one man go.\u201d<\/div>\n
\n\u201cHe\u2019s not a demon.\u201d Jazzmyn carefully weighed her words. \u201cDo you think \u2026? I keep wondering if he\u2019s all right.\u201d
\nMs. Helen\u2019s unsettling sigh carried through the bedroom. \u201cThat satyr man has crossed over. He\u2019s where he\u2019s supposed to be.\u201d
\n\u201cIs he?\u201d Jazzmyn questioningly raised her eyebrows.
\n\u201cDo you know somethin\u2019 I don\u2019t, child?\u201d
\nJazzmyn motioned to the newest daisy painted on the wall. \u201cThat just appeared last night.\u201d
\nMs. Helen inspected the flower. \u201cI thought you said you painted them daisies.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, that\u2019s what I told Kyle to keep him from asking too many questions. I can\u2019t paint. They just appeared.\u201d Jazzmyn rubbed her hands together. \u201cThey\u2019re a lot like the ones Julian put in Jackie\u2019s bedroom at Fairview Plantation. If I didn\u2019t know better, I\u2019d say they\u2019re exactly like the ones he painted.\u201d
\nMs. Helen spun around. Her coffee-colored skin paled.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not all. Last night, Kyle found Odette\u2019s painting hanging sideways on the mantle. This morning, the coffeemaker had been turned on and filled with coffee before either one of us got up.\u201d
\nMs. Helen\u2019s brown eyes grew in size. \u201cDo you think it\u2019s the demon?\u201d
\n\u201cWho else could it be?\u201d Jazzmyn gestured to the flower on the wall. \u201cHe had a fondness for painting, loved coffee before he was cursed, and who else would turn Odette\u2019s picture on its side like that?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat you\u2019re suggestin\u2019 would mean he\u2019s finding a way back to you.\u201d
\n\u201cBut when I came back from Fairview, you said he was trapped. How can he come back?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not sure. I\u2019ve never seen such a thing.\u201d Ms. Helen knitted her brow. \u201cYou told me he was the one who threw the pot on the fire, not you. And you never spoke the words banishing him.\u201d
\n\u201cYes, the curse was lifted, and he disappeared into a ball of green light after the pot exploded.\u201d Jazzmyn tossed up a hand. \u201cSo?\u201d
\n\u201cIf the ritual wasn\u2019t completed, that might allow him to move back and forth between this world and the place where he\u2019s trapped,\u201d Ms. Helen warned in a dark voice.
\nJazzmyn shivered as if enveloped by an icy breeze. \u201cWhich means he might be trying to get back to me.\u201d She faced her daughter, sitting in her crib. \u201cBack to Jackie.\u201d
\n\u201cJulian\u2019s paid his debt to your family and to those he wronged, but you didn\u2019t force him out of your life, Jazzmyn. Julian sent himself away. That tie to you and his daughter may have left a door open somewhere.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat door?\u201d
\nMs. Helen waved her hand high in the air. \u201cThe door that lies between this world and the next. A portal through which spirits can cross over.\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I didn\u2019t complete the ritual, he\u2019s able to come back and forth through this door?\u201d Jazzmyn gripped the railing of Jackie\u2019s pink crib. \u201cAre you sure about this?\u201d
\nMs. Helen put a reassuring her hand on Jazzmyn\u2019s shoulder. \u201cHe\u2019s bound to you and his daughter. It\u2019s those ties that probably kept him from crossing over completely.\u201d
\n\u201cIs Julian a ghost, haunting my house?\u201d
\n\u201cGhosts are dead people trapped on this earth, but your demon ain\u2019t dead. Far from it.\u201d
\nJazzmyn was overcome by a wave of dizziness as what Ms. Helen was proposing sunk in. \u201cAre you saying he\u2019s alive, physically, somewhere?\u201d
\n\u201cIf you\u2019d performed the ritual like Ms. Evangeline instructed, your satyr man would have been sent to his rest. His physical body would have died. But you didn\u2019t perform the ritual, at least not all of it.\u201d
\nJazzmyn glared at the woman, dumbfounded. \u201cYou never said anything about his being alive and trapped. I thought he was a spirit, and no longer living.\u201d
\nMs. Helen sighed and looked Jazzmyn up and down. \u201cSo do you want to get rid of your satyr man for good?\u201d
\nJazzmyn said nothing but glanced down at her baby in the crib.
\n\u201cWhat about your crazy chef?\u201d Ms. Helen pressed. \u201cKyle plans on marryin\u2019 you in October. You got any idea what you\u2019re gonna tell him?\u201d
\nJazzmyn sagged against the crib, unable to bear the weight of her emotions. \u201cI don\u2019t know what I feel for either man right now.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re gonna have to decide, Jazzmyn. Sooner than later, you\u2019ll have to let one man go.\u201d<\/div>\n
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Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable. A permitted\/certified wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.
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synopsis Since returning from Fairview Plantation, Jazzmyn Livaudais has noticed strange occurrences in her Garden District home. She attributes the ghostly happenings to Julian Devereau. Trapped in a world between death and life, Julian waits. Jazzmyn is torn between her feelings for him, and her impending nuptials to her temperamental chef, Kyle Baker. But … Continue reading #releaseblitz – The Satyr’s Curse III: Redemption by Alexandra Weis<\/span>