THE FINAL BOOK OF THE SENTINELS OF NEW ORLEANS SERIES
Frenchman Street
Sentinels of New Orleans
Book Six
Suzanne Johnson
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Suzanne Johnson
Date of Publication: July 24, 2018
ISBN: 978-0-9968220-4-6
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Number of pages: 352
Word Count: approx. 99,250
Cover Artist: Robin Ludwig Design Inc.
Book Description:
The uneasy truce between the preternatural species of New Orleans has shattered, with wizards and elves, shifters and vampires—not to mention the historical undead—struggling for ultimate control of the city, including the humans who still think they’re atop the food chain.
They aren’t, however—and the Summer Prince of Faerie wants them to know it.
Stuck in the middle? One unemployed wizard sentinel. For DJ Jaco, war makes for strange bedfellows as she finally embraces her wizard-elven heritage and strikes a deal with the devil so she and her ragtag band of allies can return to defend her hometown. After all, when the undead French pirate Jean Lafitte is the mayor’s newest consultant, things could go horribly wrong.
War is coming to New Orleans in time for Mardi Gras, with the elves and wizards lined up on opposite sides, the shifters with a new leader, the vampires promising loyalty to the highest bidder, and the soul of the Crescent City resting on the outcome of the civil war going on in Faerie between the rival princes of summer and winter.
Mardi Gras Day is approaching fast, and the line between friends and enemies grows thin as DJ tries to stave off open warfare on the St. Charles Avenue parade route.
Laissez les bons temps rouler…but be careful, or the good times might roll too close for comfort.
Excerpt:
I turned to glare at the unicorn.
It was hanging around for some reason.
It was hanging around for some reason.
“Can
you talk? If not, what are you waiting for?” I made a shooing motion. “Go home
to your whack-job master.”
you talk? If not, what are you waiting for?” I made a shooing motion. “Go home
to your whack-job master.”
Because we needed to find out how
it got to our remote beach in the Beyond.
it got to our remote beach in the Beyond.
“I’ll find a rope—maybe we can
make a halter,” Rene said, walking toward the house.
make a halter,” Rene said, walking toward the house.
Jean also seemed to have had his
fill of unicorn wrangling. “Bah. I shall depart for Old Orleans, Drusilla.
There are people with whom I must discuss matters of import, and perhaps I
might discover the truth about Christof.”
fill of unicorn wrangling. “Bah. I shall depart for Old Orleans, Drusilla.
There are people with whom I must discuss matters of import, and perhaps I
might discover the truth about Christof.”
Fine.
Leave me with the merman and the unicorn.
Leave me with the merman and the unicorn.
He
turned and walked into the transport, disappearing in seconds. He hadn’t
removed his boots, but he had held his pistol out of the water. The pirate had
his priorities straight.
turned and walked into the transport, disappearing in seconds. He hadn’t
removed his boots, but he had held his pistol out of the water. The pirate had
his priorities straight.
“Here
is my message.”
is my message.”
I whirled to look at the unicorn,
who was now doing his best Mr. Ed impression.
who was now doing his best Mr. Ed impression.
“I
knew it.” That freaking unicorn could talk; he’d been waiting to get me alone.
knew it.” That freaking unicorn could talk; he’d been waiting to get me alone.
I held up the elven staff, and
the unicorn had the good sense to back up a couple of steps. I slipped my left
hand into my jeans pocket, fingering a couple of potions I’d cooked up in this
rustic paradise using a generator-powered hot plate and my own blood. My
physical magic wouldn’t work outside the human world, but my potions and charms
were fine. The staff worked everywhere.
the unicorn had the good sense to back up a couple of steps. I slipped my left
hand into my jeans pocket, fingering a couple of potions I’d cooked up in this
rustic paradise using a generator-powered hot plate and my own blood. My
physical magic wouldn’t work outside the human world, but my potions and charms
were fine. The staff worked everywhere.
“Okay, start talking, horse.”
The
unicorn managed to look offended. “Here is my message,” he repeated. “His Royal
Majesty Florian will be crowned King of Faerie and of All Species of Earth and
Beyond in two weeks. You are—”
unicorn managed to look offended. “Here is my message,” he repeated. “His Royal
Majesty Florian will be crowned King of Faerie and of All Species of Earth and
Beyond in two weeks. You are—”
“Wait.”
I shook the staff at him, and sparks flew out its tip. “What do you mean, ‘King
of Faerie and of All Species of Earth and Beyond’?”
I shook the staff at him, and sparks flew out its tip. “What do you mean, ‘King
of Faerie and of All Species of Earth and Beyond’?”
What in the name of Merlin was
that madman up to?
that madman up to?
The
unicorn tossed his head and looked even grumpier. “Here is my message,” he
repeated for the third time. “His Royal Majesty Florian will be crowned King of
Faerie and of All Species of Earth and Beyond in two weeks. You are invited to
attend and pledge fealty at his coronation in New Orleans at the apex of the
celebration the humans call Mardi Gras. Should you die before the appointed
time, this invitation may be considered null and void.”
unicorn tossed his head and looked even grumpier. “Here is my message,” he
repeated for the third time. “His Royal Majesty Florian will be crowned King of
Faerie and of All Species of Earth and Beyond in two weeks. You are invited to
attend and pledge fealty at his coronation in New Orleans at the apex of the
celebration the humans call Mardi Gras. Should you die before the appointed
time, this invitation may be considered null and void.”
And
with that, the unicorn turned, took a big, steaming dump on the sand near my
feet, and made to trot back down the beach from whence he came. I flipped the
lid off one of the charms in my pocket, chased him down the beach, and tossed
it on him. I only hit his tail, which, considering it was a freezing charm,
only made said tail freeze at a ninety-degree angle.
with that, the unicorn turned, took a big, steaming dump on the sand near my
feet, and made to trot back down the beach from whence he came. I flipped the
lid off one of the charms in my pocket, chased him down the beach, and tossed
it on him. I only hit his tail, which, considering it was a freezing charm,
only made said tail freeze at a ninety-degree angle.
“Stop,
unicorn, or I’ll toast your rump like a potroast!” I yelled, aiming the staff.
I sent a warning zap of fire onto his rump. My aim had improved a lot in months
since I’d blown up my own SUV and burned down half of Six Flags New Orleans.
I’d had lots of time to practice.
unicorn, or I’ll toast your rump like a potroast!” I yelled, aiming the staff.
I sent a warning zap of fire onto his rump. My aim had improved a lot in months
since I’d blown up my own SUV and burned down half of Six Flags New Orleans.
I’d had lots of time to practice.
Unfortunately,
the shot only made the unicorn fly into a gallop. I had no choice but to run
after him and hope I could keep him in sight by moonlight.
the shot only made the unicorn fly into a gallop. I had no choice but to run
after him and hope I could keep him in sight by moonlight.
About the Author:
On Aug. 28, 2005, Suzanne Johnson loaded two dogs, a cat, a friend, and her mom into a car and fled New Orleans in the hours before Hurricane Katrina made landfall.
Four years later, she began weaving her experiences and love for her city into the Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series, beginning with Royal Street (2012), of which Frenchman Street is the sixth and final book in the story arc. She also has written Pirateship Down and The Consort, both set in the Sentinels world, and the standalone Christmas in Dogtown.
She grew up in rural Alabama, halfway between the Bear Bryant Museum and Elvis’ birthplace, and lived in New Orleans for fifteen years, which means she has a highly refined sense of the absurd and an ingrained love of SEC football and fried gator on a stick.
She can be found online at her website or her blog.
As Susannah Sandlin, she writes multiple award-winning paranormal romance and romantic suspense, including The Penton Vampire Legacy paranormal romance, suspense duology The Collectors, romantic suspense series, the Wilds of the Bayou romantic suspense series, and the standalones Storm Force and Chenoire.
Suzanne currently lives in Auburn, Alabama, where she works as a full-time author and copyeditor.
Lots of big readers in my family and most with different genres. I appreciate the tour and getting to read about some awesome books.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the excerpt.
ReplyDeleteFrenchman Street is plenty of New Orleans and parades. A wonderful read. I highly recommend this series.
ReplyDeleteI am new to Suzanne's work, but I have enjoyed everything I have read in this post. I am now a new fan. (jozywails@gmail.com)
ReplyDeletethis is a fabulous book but it's even better read in order so if you haven't started teh series now is teh time
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