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Is that not gorgeous? Every single cover in the Saving Angels series is a work of art. If you haven’t read them, check out the covers to the other books. They are absolutely beautiful! Just as beautiful as the stories inside are. I cannot wait to read this book. I have been trying so hard to be patient. 😀 I need more Gabriel!
How do you get there, darlin’? Well, na’, you start by taking Brighten Place. Follow that road all the way down to Marigny Street. After you travel a little distance you’ll come to an old Red Dirt Road, and that road will take you even further, to Lotus Blossom Lane, but you’ve already been that way. Na’ you’re exactly where you should be, darlin’. You’ve arrived at The Crossroads of your life.
Gabriel Roberts is the most famous movie star in the world. He has everything one man could ever want. He has everything except the one thing he feels will fulfill his purpose and complete his life.
Raphael Rose is dying of pneumonia. As he waits on the waning clock of mortality to chime, he has a story to share. One of star-crossed lovers he has never lost hope for.
Two doors down, Madam Catalina has her own story – a shocking past, a love of a lifetime left undone.
Locked behind the doors of Charity Hospital during Hurricane Evangeline, the tangling of souls has unraveled and left each of them at the crossroads of their life. And in the end, whichever road they chose will lead them home.
This city, this place, this New Orleans, boy, is she furious. She’s fighting back, putting up the bravest of fronts. This woman of mine, she’s brawling her way through the blood and the muck. She’s protecting her children. But still, it might not be enough. What is enough? I only wish I knew. But I’m here fighting for her. I’m here fighting with her. A woman like her, she’s worth dying for.
There is fear, an unspoken truth that everyone is afraid —afraid of what? Losing lives to this storm. Everyone is panicking. The lights are flickering. Is the power is about to go dead? I’ll have to tell you later. And we are caught in this fury with no way out. We are trapped fifteen stories high with doors closed and windows sealed shut.
They say we’ll be here for four days or so. Four days. What good can come of this? Tell me, if you can, what good can come of this storm everyone here calls Evangeline?
MY REVIEW OF MARIGNY STREET
Born and raised in New Orleans, Annie has a habit of shortening her words and telling long stories. She speaks with a southern flair and cooks with it too. At the tender age of twenty- one, she hitched up her wagons (took her first plane ride) and moved out west to the big shake (California). Her writing career began one sleepless night when she imagined a gorgeous woman and a man with maniacal hair floating above her like lightening bugs falling from the sky. Curious about them, their story, and why they were floating around in her head, she sat down and penned (typed) her first novel, Marigny Street. A dream come true for her, she hasn’t stopped writing since. She loves a damn good love story, always has, no matter what the genre. She is particularly moved by imperfect love that in its own unique way is perfect, the notion of love at first sight, soul mates, and things that are generally out of the norm.
When she’s not writing she enjoys dabbling in photography and finding new, inspirational music to add to her collection. She currently (still) resides in the big shake (although her southern roots are calling her home) with her husband, daughter, and their two peculiar dogs, Boudreaux and Tabasco (who, call her crazy, bark with an accent).
For lagniappe (a little extra), a virtual cup of café au lait and beignets, please visit Annie’s website: www.annierosewelch.com
Not Everyone’s Mama