River Road by Suzanne Johnson: Tour Stop & Giveaway

Posted: November 13, 2012 by Booked & Loaded in Uncategorized

I would like to welcome Suzanne Johnson to Booked & Loaded!  Thank you to Bewitching Book Tours for presenting this tour and you can click on the graphic above to see all the stops on this virtual tour.

River Road is the 2nd installment of the Sentinels of New Orleans series.  You can read my review of the first book in this series, Royal Street, by going: HERE (rated 4.5 out of 5 Bullets!)  Obviously I freakin’ loved it.  I am about 50% done is River Road right now and I am I loving it as well!  The added aspects of the mer people and murder is just up my road..I mean alley.  =)

~Excerpt of River Road~

…..it for half an hour, nursing a fizzy cocktail from my perch inside the Hotel Monteleone. The plaque on The minute hand of the ornate grandfather clock crept like a gator stuck in swamp mud. I’d been watching the enormous clock claimed it had been hand- carved of mahogany in 1909, about 130 years after the birth of the undead pirate waiting for me upstairs.

They were both quite handsome, but the clock was a lot safer.

The infamous Jean Lafitte had expected me at seven. He’d summoned me to his French Quarter hotel suite by courier like I was one of his early nineteenth-century wenches, and I hated to destroy his pirate-king delusions, but the historical undead don’t summon wizards. We summon them.

I’d have blown him off if my boss on the Congress of Elders hadn’t ordered me to comply and my co-sentinel, Alex, hadn’t claimed a prior engagement.

At seven thirty, I abandoned my drink, took a deep breath, and marched through the lobby toward the bank of elevators.

On the long dead-man-walking stroll down the carpeted hallway, I imagined all the horrible requests Jean might make. He’d saved my life a few years ago, after Hurricane Katrina sent the city into freefall, and I hadn’t seen him since. I’d been desperate at the time. I might have promised him unfettered access to modern New Orleans in exchange for his assistance. I might have promised him a place to live. I might have promised him things I don’t even remember. In other words, I might be totally screwed.

I reached the door of the Eudora Welty Suite and knocked, reflecting that Jean Lafitte probably had no idea who Eudora Welty was, and wouldn’t like her if he did. Ms. Welty had been a modern sort of woman who wouldn’t hop to attention when summoned by a scoundrel.

He didn’t answer immediately. I’d made him wait, after all, and Jean lived in a tit- for- tat world. I paused a few breaths and knocked harder. Finally, he flung open the door, waving me inside to a suite plush with tapestries of peach and royal blue, thick carpet that swallowed the narrow heels of my pumps, and a plasma TV he couldn’t possibly know how to operate. What a waste.

“You have many assets, Drusilla, but apparently a respect for time is not among them.” Deep, disapproving voice, French accent, broad shoulders encased in a red linen shirt, long dark hair pulled back into a tail, eyes such a cobalt blue they bordered on navy. And technically speaking, dead.

He was as sexy as ever.

“Sorry.” I slipped my hand in my skirt pocket, fingering the small pouch of magic-infused herbs I carried at all times. My mojo bag wouldn’t help with my own perverse attraction to the man, but it would keep my empathic abilities in check. If he still had a perverse attraction to me, I didn’t want to feel it.

He eased his six-foot-two frame into a sturdy blue chair and slung one long leg over the arm as he gave me a thorough eyeraking, a ghost of a smile on his face.

I perched on the edge of the adjacent sofa, easing back against a pair of plump throw pillows, and looked at him expectantly. I hoped what ever he wanted wouldn’t jeopardize my life, my job, or my meager bank account.

“You are as lovely as ever, Jolie,” Jean said, trotting out his pet name for me that sounded deceptively intimate and brought back a lot of memories, most of them bad. “I will forgive your tardiness— perhaps you were late because you were selecting clothing that I would like.” His gaze lingered on my legs. “You chose beautifully.”

I’d picked a conservative black skirt and simple white blouse with the aim of looking professional for a business meeting, part of my ongoing attempt to prove to the Elders I was a mature wizard worthy of a pay raise. But this was Jean Lafitte, so I should have worn coveralls. I’d forgotten what a letch he could be.

“I have a date after our meeting,” I lied. He didn’t need to know said date involved a round carton with the words Blue Bell Ice Cream printed on front. “Why did you want to see me?”

There, that hadn’t been so difficult—just a simple request. No drama. No threats. No double- entendre. Straight to business.

“Does a man need a reason to see a beautiful woman? Especially one who is indebted to him, and who has made him many promises?” A slow smile spread across his face, drawing my eyes to his full lips and the ragged scar that trailed his jawline.

I might be the empath in the room, but he knew very well that, in some undead kind of way, I thought he was hot.

I felt my face warming to the shade of a trailer- trash bridesmaid’s dress, one whose color had a name like raging rouge. I’d had a similar reaction when I first met Jean in 2005, two days before a mean hurricane with a sissy name turned her malevolent eye toward the Gulf Coast. I blamed my whole predicament on Katrina, the bitch.

Her winds had driven the waters of Lake Pontchartrain into the canals that crisscrossed the city, collapsing levees and filling the low, concave metro area like a gigantic soup bowl.

But NBC Nightly News and Anderson Cooper had missed the biggest story of all: how, after the storm, a mob of old gods, historical undead, and other preternatural victims of the scientific age flooded New Orleans. As a wizard, I’d had a ringside seat. Now, three years later, the wizards had finally reached accords with the major preternatural ruling bodies, and the borders were down, as of two days ago. Jean hadn’t wasted any time.

~About River Road~

 

River Road

Sentinels of New Orleans, Book 2
Suzanne Johnson

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Tor Books

ISBN: 978-0765327802

ASIN: B00842H5VI

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Blurb:

Hurricane Katrina is long gone, but the preternatural storm rages on in New Orleans. New species from the Beyond moved into Louisiana after the hurricane destroyed the borders between worlds, and it falls to wizard sentinel Drusilla Jaco and her partner, Alex Warin, to keep the preternaturals peaceful and the humans unaware. But a war is brewing between two clans of Cajun merpeople in Plaquemines Parish, and down in the swamp, DJ learns, there’s more stirring than angry mermen and the threat of a were-gator.

Wizards are dying, and something—or someone—from the Beyond is poisoning the waters of the mighty Mississippi, threatening the humans who live and work along the river. DJ and Alex must figure out what unearthly source is contaminating the water and who—or what—is killing the wizards. Is it a malcontented merman, the naughty nymph, or some other critter altogether? After all, DJ’s undead suitor, the pirate Jean Lafitte, knows his way around a body or two.

It’s anything but smooth sailing on the bayou as the Sentinels of New Orleans series continues.

 ~About the Author~

Suzanne Johnson writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance from Auburn, Alabama, after a career in educational publishing that has spanned five states and six universities.  She grew up halfway between the Bear Bryant Museum and Elvis’ birthplace and lived in New Orleans for fifteen years, so she has a highly refined sense of the absurd and an ingrained love of SEC football and fried gator on a stick.

Website ∫ Blog ∫ Twitter ∫ FaceBook  ∫Goodreads

~Tour Wide Giveaway Info~

1–Choice of Kindle Paperwhite or Nook Simple Touch

(or $100 gift card for Amazon, B&N, or Book Depository)

5–$10 gift cards for Amazon, B&N or Book Depository

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Comments
  1. Karin Anderson says:

    I’m looking forward to this book. I have Royal Street and would love to read the next book. :-D

  2. Have read River Road and highly recommend it. You will not be disappointed. The Sentinels of New Orleans series just got better.

  3. Theresa says:

    Can’t wait to read it!

  4. miki says:

    It’s really a book to read if you love urban fanatsy, Suzanne is making her name know between the best of the genre

  5. elaing8 says:

    Great excerpt.Thanks for sharing :)
    elaing8(at)netscape(dot)net

  6. Thanks @Theresa and @Miki and @Elaine (the website is being weird about letting me leave comments)–thanks for stopping by!

  7. Teri Anne Stanley says:

    Wow, all this contest stuff has me exhausted! It’s like…running a book-a-thon. Or something. It was cleverer in my head.

  8. Sandyg265 says:

    I’m enjoying all of the stops on the tour. Congrats on the new book

  9. Isis Rushdan says:

    Woo-hoo! Congratulations, Suzanne. What a great series.

  10. Christina K. says:

    Awesome awesome excerpt! It’s not fair – you keep posting these scenes and leave us hanging;) Congrats:) I LOVE your writing;)

    Thank you:)

  11. Carlam says:

    Love the snippet and I look forward to finding out how it ends..

  12. leannessf says:

    I loved Royal Street and can’t wait to read River Road! Thanks so much for your generosity and congrats on your release today! :)

    Leanne
    Member of Team Alex

  13. Larena Hubble says:

    great excerpt though I have to say fried gator on a stick????? not sure about that one. Acquired taste maybe?

  14. Elie says:

    I am new to this series, but it sounds great. I am in the mood for a good UF!

  15. donnas1 says:

    Love the excerpt!! Cant wait to read more.

  16. sienny says:

    hi suzanne! thanks for the excerpt, now i really wanna win the book :D

  17. Thanks for the great tour, book looks good.

  18. This sounds great. Happy release day!

  19. Deb Pelletier says:

    What does fried gator taste like??

  20. deb pelletier says:

    Tried to enter rafflecopter to day , not working. OK

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