Uh-oh, it looks like your Internet Explorer is out of date.

For a better shopping experience, please upgrade now.

Midnight Bayou

Midnight Bayou

4.2 182
by Nora Roberts, James Daniels (Read by)

See All Formats & Editions

The phenomenal #1 New York Times-bestselling author presents a novel set deep in the bayou of Louisiana-where the only witness to a long-ago tragedy is a once-grand house.

Declan Fitzgerald had always been the family maverick, but even he couldn't understand his impulse to buy a dilapidated mansion on the outskirts of New Orleans. All he knew was that


The phenomenal #1 New York Times-bestselling author presents a novel set deep in the bayou of Louisiana-where the only witness to a long-ago tragedy is a once-grand house.

Declan Fitzgerald had always been the family maverick, but even he couldn't understand his impulse to buy a dilapidated mansion on the outskirts of New Orleans. All he knew was that ever since he first saw Manet Hall, he'd been enchanted-and obsessed-with it. So when the opportunity to buy the house comes up, Declan jumps at the chance to live out a dream.

Determined to restore Manet Hall to its former splendor, Declan begins the daunting renovation room by room, relying on his own labor and skills. But the days spent in total isolation in the empty house take a toll. He is seeing visions of days from a century past, and experiencing sensations of terror and nearly unbearable grief-sensations not his own, but those of a stranger. Local legend has it that the house is haunted, and with every passing day Declan's belief in the ghostly presence grows.

Only the companionship of alluring Angelina Simone can distract him from the mysterious happenings in the house, but Angelina too has her own surprising connection to Manet Hall-a connection that will help Declan uncover a secret that's been buried for a hundred years.

Editorial Reviews

The Barnes & Noble Review
In Nora Roberts's realm, human frailties like fear and jealousy are always conquered, and wild, commitment-phobic lovers are miraculously domesticated. It's that magic that makes every one of her more than 60 bestselling novels so enchanting to read. Midnight Bayou, set deep in the Louisiana bayou and on the steamy streets of New Orleans, is no exception.

There are ghosts in Manet Hall. The aging plantation mansion long ago lost its luster and has been sold and resold as owners flee the souls that still inhabit its rooms, playing out a long-ago tragedy. But former Boston lawyer Declan Fitzgerald is drawn to the house after seeing it on a visit to the city. He ditches his big-time law career and fancy fiancée, packs his bags, and relocates to Louisiana, where he plans to restore the mansion's former glory.

Upon his arrival, he meets the lovely Angelina Simone, a barkeep raised on the bayou, who like him has her own set of emotional baggage. And slowly it becomes clear that Angelina has a strange and mysterious connection to the past events replaying themselves in Declan's new home. Not even thumps in the day and night, his unsettling visions and episodes of sleepwalking, or Angelina's rebuffs make Declan give up his mission of uncovering that connection. He single-mindedly pursues his goal amid the slamming doors and flying cups and saucers, and -- through an amusing role reversal -- his relationship with Angelina blossoms.

Although you have to suspend all sense of reality to accept the supernatural happenings as everyday fact at Manet Hall, Midnight Bayou is a fast and entertaining read. Nora Roberts's legions of fans will eat it up. (G. M. Dixon)

Publishers Weekly
Triple-platinum romance doyenne Roberts spins a tale of bayou passions old and new in her latest romantic suspense novel, set on the grounds of a dilapidated postbellum mansion outside New Orleans. Declan Fitzgerald, a Harvard-educated Boston lawyer, has longed to possess Manet Hall ever since he and his friend, Remy Payne, broke into the old place as drunken students on a lark. Now, on the eve of his wedding, Declan leaves Boston, the law and his fianc?e, buys the decrepit hall and embarks on a mission to restore it with his own sweat, blood and money. But Manet Hall comes with a dark history, and restoring it means uncovering its past, which includes rape, murder and betrayal. Declan encounters an additional challenge in the person of Cajun beauty and bar owner Lena Simone, who has her own dark history and a surprising connection to Manet Hall. As Declan digs deeper at the Hall, he often hears a baby crying. The cries are followed by voices, particularly that of Abigail Manet, the baby's mother. Abigail's story, which unfolds in 1900, is woven so tightly with Declan's that he finds it difficult to escape her grasp. In the end, only Lena can bring him back from the tragic past that threatens to engulf him. Roberts's role reversal here it is the male character who hears voices and even swoons gives her faithful readers a little extra thrill, and the lush setting and the satisfying if predictable romance round out the package. Literary Guild main selection. (Oct.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Roberts spins a romantic tale of love, murder, betrayal, and ghosts in the bayou. Just days before his wedding, wealthy and handsome Declan Fitzgerald (of the Boston Fitzgeralds) leaves his fianc e, his job, and his home on the East Coast to buy a decrepit old mansion near New Orleans. Manet Hall has a dark history, and as Declan progresses with the renovations, he begins to hear a baby crying somewhere in the house. In the midst of this, Declan meets beautiful bar owner Lena Simone. Their romance begins to mirror an older, doomed love from the past listeners will have a hard time stopping the tapes on this one. Roberts can be an erratic writer, but Midnight Bayou shows her at the top of her game. The narration is very good, and for once it is not rushed; James Daniels's wonderful voice embodies both Declan's sexy machismo and his sensitive side. Sandra Burr reads the flashbacks that add so much depth to the story. Enthusiastically recommended for all libraries. Barbara Perkins, Irving P.L., TX Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A gumbo seasoned with ghosts, love, and murder on the bayou. When 30-something Declan Fitzgerald of Boston, a successful lawyer and a member of a large and loving family, breaks off his engagement to very suitable Jessica, he knows he needs to change his life. Lawyering is not fun anymore, so, recalling Manet Hall, an old deserted plantation house he once visited with law school classmate and New Orleans native Remy, he buys the property and moves down south. Declan is also a gifted craftsman, a born decorator, and very, very rich. Soon, he meets beautiful Lena, who's visiting her grandmother Odette, Declan's friendly Cajun neighbor. Declan is as certain that Lena is destined to be his wife as he was that Manet Hall would become his home. But, surprise, Lena has a troubled past (like the house) and is determined to resist Declan's courtship. While he suits Lena and works on the place, Declan experiences troubling dreams. It seems he's actually reliving the novel's parallel story, which took place in 1899. In that year, the maid, Abbey Manet (from whom Lena, coincidentally, is descended, and who married wealthy Lucian Manet), was raped and murdered by her brother-in-law Julian as she nursed her baby daughter. Her body was dumped into the bayou by her mother-in-law, who despised her. And grief-stricken husband Lucian, away at the time, being told that Abbey had run off, committed suicide. Now, in an unconvincing twist of gender and reincarnation, it's Declan who hears a baby crying , experiences childbirth and rape as the reincarnation of Abbey, while Lena is Lucian. The two accept all this with equanimity, and, Manet Hall's secrets revealed, it becomes the setting for predictable andmuch foreshadowed resolutions. Agreeably credible lovers and a neat piece of home-restoration compensate some for the hokey hauntings on the bayou. Loyal fans will enjoy. Literary Guild main selection
From the Publisher
“Roberts spins a tale of bayou passions old and new in her latest romantic suspense novel...lush setting...Satisfying.”—Publishers Weekly

“Roberts is in peak form with this combination of historical romantic suspense and contemporary ghost story...Roberts has cleverly crafted an enticing tangle of times and relationships…To add to the pleasure, tastefully choreographed, highly erotic scenes are seamlessly woven into a novel that exemplifies storytelling at its finest.”—Booklist

“This amazingly talented and prolific author has cooked up an entertaining and engrossing story from the mix…As always, her dialogue sparkled, her love scenes steamed up my glasses, and her secondary characters added humor and interest.”—The Romance Reader

“Quick wit and snappy conversation...Steamy.”—The Lexington Herald-Leader (KY)

“A gumbo seasoned with ghosts, love, and murder on the bayou.”—Kirkus Reviews

Product Details

Brilliance Audio
Publication date:
Edition description:
Product dimensions:
5.10(w) x 7.00(h) x 1.40(d)

Read an Excerpt

Midnight Bayou

By Nora Roberts

Large Print Press

Copyright © 2002 Nora Roberts
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1410400522

Chapter One

Manet Hall, Louisiana

December 30, 1899

The baby was crying. Abigail heard it in dreams, the soft, unsettled whimper, the stirring of tiny limbs under soft blankets. She felt the first pangs of hunger, a yearning in the belly, almost as if the child were still inside her. Her milk came down before she was fully awake.

She rose quickly and without fuss. It gave her such pleasure-that overfull sensation in her breasts, the tenderness of them. The purpose of them. Her baby needed and she would provide.

She crossed to the recamier, lifted the white robe draped over its back. She drew in the scent of the hothouse lilies-her favorite-spearing out of a crystal vase that had been a wedding present.

Before Lucian, she'd been content to tuck wildflowers into bottles.

If Lucian had been home, he would have woken as well. Though she would have smiled, have stroked a hand over his silky blond hair as she told him to stay, to sleep, he would have wandered up to the nursery before she'd finished Marie Rose's midnight feeding.

She missed him-another ache in the belly. But as she slipped into her night wrapper, she remembered he would be back the next day. She would start watching for him in the morning, waiting to see him come galloping down the allie of oaks.

No matterwhat anyone thought or said, she would run out to meet him. Her heart would leap, oh, it always leaped, when he sprang down from his horse and lifted her off her feet into his arms.

And at the New Year's ball, they would dance.

She hummed to herself as she lit a candle, shielding it with her hand as she moved to the bedroom door, out into the corridor of the great house where she had once been servant and was now, well, if not daughter of the house at least the wife of its son.

The nursery was on the third floor of the family wing. That was a battle she'd fought with Lucian's mother, and lost. Josephine Manet had definite rules about behavior, domestic arrangements, traditions. Madame Josephine, Abigail thought as she moved quickly and quietly past the other bedroom doors, had definite ideas on everything. Certainly that a three-month-old baby belonged in the nursery, under the care of a nursemaid, and not in a cradle tucked into the corner of her parents' bedroom.

Candlelight flickered and flew against the walls as Abigail climbed the narrowing stairs. At least she'd managed to keep Marie Rose with her for six weeks. And had used the cradle that was part of her own family's traditions. It had been carved by her grand-phre. Her own mother had slept in it, then had tucked Abigail in it seventeen years later.

Marie Rose had spent her first nights in that old cradle, a tiny angel with her doting and nervous parents close at hand.

Her daughter would respect her father's family and their ways. But Abigail was determined that her child would also respect her mother's family, and learn their ways.

Josephine had complained about the baby, about the homemade cradle, so constantly that she and Lucian had given in. It was, Lucian said, the way water wears at rock. It never ceases, so the rock gives way or wears down.

The baby spent her nights in the nursery now, in the crib made in France, where Manet babies had slept for a century.

It was a proper if not cozy arrangement, Abby comforted herself. Her petite Rose was a Manet. She would be a lady.

And as Madame Josephine had pointed out, again and again, other members of the household were not to have their sleep disturbed by fretful cries. However such matters were done in the bayou, here in Manet Hall, children were tended in the nursery.

How her lips curled when she said it. Bayou-as if it were a word to be spoken only in brothels and bars.

It didn't matter that Madame Josephine hated her, that Monsieur Henri ignored her. It didn't matter that Julian looked at her the way no man should look at his brother's wife.

Lucian loved her.

Nor did it matter that Marie Rose slept in the nursery. Whether they were separated by a floor or a continent, she felt Marie Rose's needs as she felt her own. The bond was so strong, so true, it could never be broken.

Madame Josephine may win battles, but Abigail knew she herself had won the war. She had Lucian and Marie Rose.

There were candles glowing in the nursery. Claudine, the nursemaid, didn't trust the gaslight. She already held Marie Rose and was trying to quiet her with a sugar tit, but the baby's fists were shaking, little balls of rage.

"Such a temper she has." Abigail set the candle down and was laughing as she crossed the room, her arms already outstretched.

"Knows what she wants, and when she wants it." Claudine, a pretty Cajun with sleepy dark eyes, gave the baby a quick cuddle, then passed her off. "She hardly made a fuss yet. Don't know how you hear her way off downstairs."

"I hear her in my heart. There now, bibi. Maman's here."

"Diaper's wet."

"I'll change her." Abigail rubbed her cheek on the baby's and smiled. Claudine was a friend-a battle won. Having her established in the nursery, in the household, gave Abigail comfort and the companionship none of Lucian's family would offer her.

"Go on back to bed. Once she's nursed, she'll sleep till morning."

"Good as gold, she is." Claudine brushed fingertips over Marie Rose's curly hair. "If you don't need me, maybe I'll take a walk down to the river. Jasper, he's gonna be there." Her dark eyes lit. "I told him maybe, if I can get away, I come down around midnight."

"You oughta make that boy marry you, chhre."

"Oh, I'm gonna. Maybe I run down for an hour or two, if you don't mind, Abby."

"I don't mind, but you be careful you don't catch nothing more than some crawfish. Anything more," she corrected as she prepared to change Marie Rose's soiled linen.

"Don't you worry. I'll be back before two." She started out through the connecting door and glanced back. "Abby? You ever think, when we were kids, that you'd be mistress of this house one day?"

"I'm not mistress here." She tickled the baby's toes and had Marie Rose gurgling. "And the one who is'll probably live to a hundred and ten off of spite just to make sure I never am."

"If anybody could, it'd be that one. But you will be, one day. You fell into the luck, Abby, and it looks real fine on you."

Alone with the baby, Abby tickled and cooed. She powdered and smoothed, then tidily fastened the fresh diaper. When Marie Rose was tucked into a fresh gown and swaddled, Abby settled in the rocker, bared her breast for that tiny, hungry mouth. Those first greedy tugs, the answering pull in her womb, made her sigh. Yes, she'd fallen into the luck. Because Lucian Manet, the heir of Manet Hall, the shining knight of every fairy tale, had looked at her. And loved.

She bent her head to watch the baby nurse. Marie Rose's eyes were wide open, fixed on her mother's face. A tiny crease of concentration formed between her eyebrows.

Oh, she had such hope those eyes would stay blue, like Lucian's. The baby's hair was dark like her own. Dark and curling, but her skin was milk white-again like her papa's rather than the deeper tone, the dusky gold of her Cajun mama's.

She would have the best of both of them, Abby thought. She would have the best of everything.

It wasn't only the money, the grand house, the social position, though she wanted that for her children now that she had tasted it herself. It was the acceptance, the learning, the knowing you belonged in such a place. Her daughter, and all the children who came after, would read and write, would speak proper English, proper French, in fine voices.

No one would ever look down on them.

"You'll be a lady," Abigail murmured, stroking the baby's cheek as Marie Rose's hand kneaded her breast as if to hurry the milk along. "An educated lady with your papa's sweet heart and your mama's good sense. Papa'll be home tomorrow. It's the very last day of a whole century, and you have your whole life to live in it."

Her voice was quiet, a singsong rhythm to lull both of them.

"It's so exciting, Rosie, my Rosie. We're going to have a grand ball tomorrow night. I have a new gown. It's blue, like your eyes. Like your papa's eyes. Did I tell you I fell in love with his eyes first? So beautiful. So kind. When he came back to Manet Hall from the university, he looked like a prince coming home to his castle. Oh, my heart just pounded so."

She leaned back, rocking in the fluttering light of the candles.

She thought of the New Year's celebration the next evening, and how she would dance with Lucian, how her gown would sweep and swirl as they waltzed.

How she would make him proud.

And she remembered the first time they had waltzed.

In the spring, with the air heavy with perfume from the flowers, and the house alight like a palace. She'd sneaked into the garden, away from her duties, because she'd wanted to see it so much. The way the gleaming white hall with its balusters like black lace stood against the starry sky, the way the windows flamed. Music had spilled out of those windows, out of the gallery doors where guests had stepped out for air.

She'd imagined herself inside the ballroom, whirling, whirling, to the music. And so had whirled in the shadows of the garden. And, whirling, had seen Lucian watching her on the path.

Her own fairy tale, Abby thought. The prince taking Cinderella's hand and drawing her into a dance moments before midnight struck. She'd had no glass slipper, no pumpkin coach, but the night had turned into magic.

She could still hear the way the music had floated out through the balcony doors, over the air, into the garden.

"After the ball is over, after the break of morn ..."

She sang the refrain quietly, shifting the baby to her other breast.

"After the dancers leaving, after the stars are gone ..."

They had danced, to that lovely, sad song in the moonlit garden with the house a regal white and gold shadow behind them. Her in her simple cotton dress, and Lucian in his handsome evening clothes. And as such things were possible in fairy tales, they fell in love during that lovely, sad song.

Oh, she knew it had started before that night. For her it had begun with her first glimpse of him, astride the chestnut mare he'd ridden from New Orleans to the plantation. The way the sun had beamed through the leaves and the moss on the live oaks along the allie, surrounding him like angel wings. His twin had ridden beside him-Julian-but she'd seen only Lucian.

She'd been in the house only a few weeks then, taken on as an undermaid and doing her best to please Monsieur and Madame Manet so she might keep her position and the wages earned.

He'd spoken to her-kindly, correctly-if they passed each other in the house. But she'd sensed him watching her. Not the way Julian watched, not with hot eyes and a smirk twisting his lips. But, she liked to think now, with a kind of longing.

In the weeks that went by she would come upon him often. He'd sought her out. She knew that now, prized that now, as he'd confessed it to her on their wedding night.

But it had really begun the evening of the ball. After the song had ended, he'd held her, just a moment longer. Then he bowed, as a gentleman bows to a lady. He kissed her hand.

Then, just as she thought it was over, that the magic would dim, he tucked the hand he'd kissed into the crook of his arm. Began to walk with her, to talk with her. The weather, the flowers, the gossip of the household.

As if they were friends, Abby thought now with a smile. As if it were the most natural thing in the world for Lucian Manet to take a turn in the garden with Abigail Rouse.

They'd walked in the garden many nights after that. Inside the house, where others could see, they remained master and servant. But all through that heady spring they walked the garden paths as young lovers, telling each other of hopes, of dreams, of sorrows and joys.

On her seventeenth birthday he brought her a gift, wrapped in silver paper with a bright blue bow. The enameled watch was a pretty circle dangling from the golden wings of a brooch. Time flew, he told her as he pinned the watch to the faded cotton of her dress, when they were together. And he would rather have his life wing by than spend it apart from her.

He'd gotten down on one knee and asked her to be his wife.

It could never be. Oh, she'd tried to tell him through the tears. He was beyond her reach, and he could have anyone.

She remembered now how he'd laughed, how the joy had burst over his beautiful face. How could he be beyond her reach when she had his hand in hers even now? And if he could have anyone, then he would have her.

"So now we have each other, and you," Abby whispered and shifted the drowsing baby to her shoulder. "And if his family hates me for it, what does it matter? I make him happy."

She turned her face into the soft curve of the baby's neck. "I'm learning to speak as they speak, to dress as they dress. I will never think as they think, but for Lucian, I behave as they behave, at least when it shows."

Content, she rubbed the baby's back and continued to rock. But when she heard the heavy footsteps on the stairs, the stumbling climb, she rose quickly. Her arms tightened in a circle of protection around the baby as she turned toward the crib.

She heard Julian come through the door and knew without seeing he would be drunk. He was nearly always drunk or on his way to becoming so.

Abby didn't speak. She lay the baby in the crib, and when Marie Rose whimpered restlessly, stroked her quiet again.

"Where's the nursemaid?" he demanded.

Still, Abby didn't turn. "I don't want you in here when you've been drinking."

"Giving orders now?" His voice was slurred, his balance impaired. But he was thinking clearly enough. Liquor, he'd always believed, helped clarify the mind.

And his was clarified when it came to his brother's wife. If Lucian had a thing-and what was a woman but a thing?-Julian wanted it.

She was small, almost delicate of build. But she had good strong legs. He could see the shape of them where the firelight in the nursery grate shimmered through her thin nightclothes. Those legs would wrap around him as easily as they did his brother.

Her breasts were high and full, fuller now since she'd had the whelp. He'd gotten his hands on them once, and she'd slapped him for it. As if she had a say in who touched her.

He closed the door at his back. The whore he'd bought that night had only whetted his appetite. It was time to sate it.

"Where's the other bayou slut?"


Excerpted from Midnight Bayou by Nora Roberts Copyright © 2002 by Nora Roberts. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher
“Roberts spins a tale of bayou passions old and new in her latest romantic suspense novel…lush setting…Satisfying.”—Publishers Weekly
“Roberts is in peak form with this combination of historical romantic suspense and contemporary ghost story…Roberts has cleverly crafted an enticing tangle of times and relationships…To add to the pleasure, tastefully choreographed, highly erotic scenes are seamlessly woven into a novel that exemplifies storytelling at its finest.”—Booklist
“This amazingly talented and prolific author has cooked up an entertaining and engrossing story from the mix…As always, her dialogue sparkled, her love scenes steamed up my glasses, and her secondary characters added humor and interest.”—The Romance Reader
“Quick wit and snappy conversation…Steamy.”—The Lexington Herald-Leader (KY)
“A gumbo seasoned with ghosts, love, and murder on the bayou.”—Kirkus Reviews


Meet the Author

Nora Roberts is the first writer to be inducted into the Romance Writers of America Hall of Fame. She is the number-one New York Times-bestselling author of The Villa, Carolina Moon, River's End, Dance Upon the Air, and other novels.

Brief Biography

Keedysville, Maryland
Date of Birth:
Place of Birth:
Silver Spring, Maryland

Customer Reviews

Average Review:

Post to your social network


Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See all customer reviews

Midnight Bayou 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 182 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is an amazing read, I have read it 3 times, its hard to put down. The characters are awesome. I love the paranormal side of this book. I didn't expect the ending at all!!!
buffyangel4evr_ More than 1 year ago
Midnight Bayou is one of my all time favorite Nora Roberts novels. the main characters really sizzle and you find yourself caring for them deeply. I love the ghost story and the twist involving Declan and Lena. I don't want to give anything away to those who haven't read it yet. Highly recommended read. I literally couldn't put it down and read the entire novel in less than two days.
c_roberson More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book. If you like Nora Roberts, you won't be disappointed. If you enjoy books with Cajun and Louisiana themes, as I do, then you will especially enjoy it.
Annikah More than 1 year ago
Nora Roberts made this story fascinating the way she wrote a story within a story in future days relating to the past - I found it quite interesting the way she made the characters come alive with an intriguing soul reconnection of what once was a past life coming to life again - just makes you wonder how real this possiblity in real life can be.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book really embodies the spirit of New Orleans...I love New Orleans and the history of it...even though this is a book of fiction, it truly is done very well keeping in the whole feeling that you only get in NOLA! Very well-written and I finished it in 2 days...GREAT READ!
alias_dw More than 1 year ago
I loved this book right up until the end, where in my opinion; Roberts triple jumped the shark in a big way. The characters have fabulous chemistry, are loveable and the reader is rooting for them to succeed. The villains are perfectly evil and make for a few tense and scary moments. In that Roberts really triumphed. I liked the setting as well. Roberts brought the Deep South to life so much so that I find myself wanting to visit. My only concern was the ending, in which she attempted to veer away from the predictable to catch the reader by surprise. She veered much too far and is far off of the track. You didn't see it coming but it was just too forced for me. It didnt stop me from enjoying the book, I really did enjoy it, I just find myself remembering the ending more than the rest of the book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book!! I enjoyed that it was told from mostly the male's perspective and I really liked the lead characters. Declan feels compelled to leave his job as a lawyer and buy a house--Manet Hall--that has fascinated him for 11 years. It is in disprepair and he puts his all into bringing it back to its former grandeur. However, strange things happen while he is there, including flashbacks (memories?) of a murder that took place a long time ago. While doing this, he meets Lena, who plays an integral part in his memories. Declan has a sense of humor and makes you want to believe that people like him really exist. I would have to say my only complaint is that I wish the ending scene was longer--I would have liked to see Lena's reaction to the ring. This is defintitely one of my favorite Nora Robert's books, and I'm usually not into past lives, etc. Buy this book--you won't be sorry. Nora never disappoints!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book starts off very interestingly but soon becomes so very unbelievable. Its as if Nora became bored with writing it or ran out of time. I was very disappointed.
IUBoi More than 1 year ago
The book was a good read and the story line was kinda unique, with a level of romance that wasn't over the top.
summerreader0212 More than 1 year ago
I have never read a book with such an ending (well, of Nora's). Her endings are usually the typical man tries to kill woman, woman falls in love with man who is trying to protect her, hero takes down killer, hero and woman fall in love. Noooo. Sure,this is a romance book and yes, the ending is good, but in the way I thought. Such a trist!
twilighfan More than 1 year ago
ok when i first saw this on bookstore everytime i got there, i just ignore this because i got lots on my list. so then i get curious about the cover and the title and decided to pick it out because it always caught my eyes. i was glad then when i start reading this book. nora roberts made one story again so real and hope its realy real! the last reviewer says " it like real and jumping out of the paper of the book " funny but really! the characters made me laugh and cry and it excite me more and more when the mystery unfold...i love the way Lena and Dec fought each other i found it very sexy lol :)) the characters in the past makes me cry so touching. everything is in here Romance,Thriller,Suspence,and Humor. Nora Roberts now became my one of my favorite author! a must read book! it keeps you going turning pages. i found myself still awake around 4 in the morning you know "time is really gold" i dont waste time not to continue reading it LOVE THIS STORY!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!
romancdiva More than 1 year ago
I am always a Nora Roberts fan but this book is really good because you get to see the supernatural mix with the reality and all the characters are hot. They are right there in your mind just jumping off the page
Pandora81 More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book. I found the story line and characters believable. It was a quick read because of the mystery involved. It keeps you guessing right up to the end.
Rebecca27 More than 1 year ago
Living an hour from the location chosen for the book does not give you the complete knowledge of an area or of the culture. I think she captured the essence of the land very well! Don't turn your nose up unless you are a Historian with a Ph.D. I am a new fan of Nora Roberts and this was the first book I read. I saw the movie recently and in the book it is different in many parts. I think the book is much better of course and even though I liked the movie I loved the book. I think it was romantic and passionate, a really good mystery surrounding a house and family. She melting the past and present characters together nicely. You will feel like you are there, and her storytelling style is comforting.
SN_Unavailable More than 1 year ago
First, I live an hour outside of New Orleans and most of the stuff I read that was supposed to describe the "local culture" sounded to me like Nora Roberts did a Google search and pulled crap straight from Wikipedia. She threw in just about every cliché and overused phrase that anyone could pick up from watching Real World: New Orleans re-runs. It would take some really smooth talking to convince she actually did any serious research. But then again, it's a romance novel, right? What more can I expect? Any who...on to the story... Was it just me, or did Declan seem like Christopher Lowell? Pretty much right from the start, that's all I could think of while reading about Declan, his thoughts and dialogue. My God, the decorating descriptions he gave, as well as his penchant for antiquing, completely cancelled out that "manly-man" quality ole Nora was going for. Not that I don't appreciate those qualities in a man. It's just that trying to make Declan a man's man in light of those characteristics was just as difficult to believe as Catherine Anderson's cowboys saying "fabulous" in just about every other sentence. *insert immature comment about Brokeback Mountain here* When I got to the part of the story where it was revealed Declan was a reincarnated woman, I nearly laughed myself to death. This is the part of the story that makes it impossible for anyone to argue with me that the character Declan acted too much like a woman--because he had been one. I give N-Rob points for giving the reincarnation plot a twist, but it turned out to be a little more than I could handle. And no--arranging a bachelor party for his friend at a series of strip clubs does not maintain Declan's manliness after the used-to-be-a-woman fact is revealed. It just makes him unoriginal. After I was able to contain my laughter, I thought, "wow, she switched the genders; that's pretty cool." But then when Declan describes the "wonder of pushing life into the world" on page 318 (in his/her past life, he/she gave birth), I thought, "wow, that's pretty disturbing." It was so disturbing, in fact, that it overshadowed the rest of the story. I'm sorry, but if I'm going to read a romance novel, I don't want my hero to have given birth at any time, past or present. The ending was pretty disturbing as well, mainly because I reached it so abruptly. When I flipped to the last page and saw the preview for one of her other novels, I felt cheated. I don't know if Ms. Roberts had been running late on the deadline or what, but she left too many lose ends untied to be acceptable. Good thing I got this one from a used book store. I'd rather be cheated out of time than money. Mabye I was a man in a former life.
juls24 More than 1 year ago
I have read many Nora Roberts books and this one is awesome. The characters are very well developed, and you feel yourself feeling for them. The plot was great and it actually scared me a little when I read it late at night...But yes, great book.
Jenrae More than 1 year ago
Without a doubt, Midnight Bayou is my favorite of all of Nora's books that I've read. So many books these days seem very cliche. This was anything but. Declan's character was strong and stubborn without being over bearing. He endears himself to the reader as a man who knows what he wants and how to get it. Once he sets his mind to something he sticks with it and nothing can shake him. Lena's character is strong and stubborn as well. She's been hurt deeply, but not in the way most romance novels reveal. She's comfortable with where she is in her life, but realizes she could also be comfortable with opening her heart. Midnight Bayou made me want to tour southern plantations...haunted ones. The haunting of Manet hall is not so far fetched as to be completely unbelievable. An all around great book with likable characters and a compelling story.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was absolutely amazing, I love Declan and Lena they are both extremely amazing and intriguing characters, I love how they are connected by the past. I highly, highly recommend this book to others. Along with every Nora Roberts book!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The perfect combination for a great story that only ended too soon!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Creepy and wonderful
barb481 More than 1 year ago
I keep reading it over and over!
Xasha More than 1 year ago
Had a touch of historical charm in the lifestyles of the characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
MagnoliaG More than 1 year ago
Great great read!  The steamy scenes were HOT HOT HOT.  It was well written but not over barring with unnecessary red haring.  I hate that it didn't go into more detail about Julian.  And it was not fully clear if Lena's mother was both spirits or specifically one.Either way....I love that Lena was such a complex character.  I saw a  lot of myself in her!!!  I also love that Declan was willing to move hell and high water to be with her.  That is what love looks like!  I also love that his best friend stood by him! And I love that Declan was willing to help by having the wedding at his place.  Great book!  Great book!  A must read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago