One of my earliest fiction heroines was Nancy Drew. I couldn't get enough of her. Nancy was self-confident and clever and always, ALWAYS eyeball deep in trouble. Oddly, she was the direct opposite of me. Hoodoo Money is the kind of romantic suspense novel I loved to read then, and still do. Hopefully, I've succeeded in filling its pages with enough mystery to spark the imagination and ample romance to stir the heart -- with a dose of sizzle thrown in for good measure.
Blurb: The vicious mugging outside a New Orleans cemetery shakes up author Braeden McKay's quiet, structured world -- but that's only the beginning of her misfortune. Accident, betrayal, murder. Is Braeden's run of bad luck caused by the souvenir nickel her friend stole from the grave of a hoodoo woman? And what can she do about it now? She has no idea where that confounded coin is. Clearly, someone or something is bent on harming Braeden McKay, ad it's up to Detective Sanderson Montgomery to protect her while keeping his heart out of the mix. Can love, the very entanglement Braeden wants no part of, be the one force greater than any adversary -- even a hoodoo curse?