"IN DEEP VOODOO is funny and fresh. It combines a little bit of magic, romance, and mystery." -Romance Readers Connection
Start with bad mojo, add a pinprick of revenge, and watch things boil over...
There's something strange afoot in the small touristy town of Mojo, Louisiana. Yet even as the annual voodoo festival gets underway, Penny Francisco refuses to believe in black magic. Her thoughts are on the Victorian house across the street from her health food business-her lying, cheating ex-husband Deke is having the house that she restored painted pink! Isn't it enough that he moved in his busty mistress and Penny has a front row seat to all their shenanigans? At her divorce party Penny receives a "Deke" voodoo doll as a gag gift, and vents her frustration by stabbing it with a pin as a joke. But later when Deke is found stabbed to death, Penny doesn't have to be told she's managed to land herself IN DEEP VOODOO.
"A satisfying tale of sex, love, and voodoo, I highly recommend this book as your guilty pleasure on the nightstand." -FreshFiction
"The intertwining of voodoo is quite intriguing, and the two main characters are wonderfully drawn." -Romantic Times Book Reviews
"An engaging story and clever mystery, IN DEEP VOODOO is not to be missed." -Romance Reviews Today
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In Deep Voodoo
By Stephanie Bond
HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2005 Stephanie Bond
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Start with a dangerous
dose of curiosity . . .
dose of curiosity . . .
"I could kill Deke for this," Penny Francisco said, peering with a tiny pair of binoculars through the mini-blinds that covered a window of her health food store, The Charm Farm.
The normally sleepy two-lane Charm Street bustled with early traffic for the annual Voodoo Festival. But in between the passing cars, Penny had managed to get a good look at the Victorian house heavy with ornate cast ironwork that she had bought, refurbished, and lived in with Deke Black, attorney-at-law, until their explosive breakup a few months ago. A painting crew was methodically covering the rich color of Vanilla Milk, which she had lovingly chosen from thousands of paint chips, with what looked to be Pink Nightmare.
She ground her teeth until her jaw ached. "Just look at what he's doing to my house!"
"Let me guess," Marie, her quirky employee of six months, said from behind the juice bar, where she was refilling canisters of vitamin additives. "He's painting it."
Penny looked at the woman suspiciously -- many people in town had insinuated that eccentric Marie Gaston with the electric blue hair had a "third eye." "How did you know that?"
"I saw Lou Hall's painting van pull up as I was coming in this morning."
Penny frowned and looked back out the window. "Deke's not just painting my house -- he's painting it Puke Pink."
"But it's his house now."
"Still. I can't believe the historical society would allow him to paint my house pink."
"It helps that his mother is mayor," Marie offered dryly. "And it's his house now, boss."
"But I have to look at it every day." Penny jammed her hand into her coarse auburn curls as frustration billowed in her chest. Moisture gathered in the corners of her eyes, but she quickly blinked it away -- no more tears over Deke Black. "He did this just to annoy me."
"Probably." Marie cleared her throat. "Although I heard down at the Hair Affair that, um, Sheena was planning to redecorate."
Penny stiffened, pain knifing between her shoulder blades. Deke's mistress. Girlfriend. Tart. Practically everyone in the town of Mojo, Louisiana, knew about Deke's fooling around. The fact that he had moved litigious Sheena Linder into the home he and Penny had bought together was the ultimate humiliation. "I can't believe that I have to live over the doughnut shop and that woman will be living in my house."
"You live over a beignet shop. And it's his house, boss."
"The bastard could have waited until the ink was dry on the divorce papers."
"Uh-huh. Well, maybe Sheena will fall in the shower and sue him. Lord knows she's sued almost everyone else in town."
"And Deke defended her the last few times she allegedly injured herself."
"If it's any consolation, I heard she slipped on a spilled Yoohoo in the Quickie Mart last week and is laid up again."
"As if the woman needed a reason to be on her back," Penny muttered, her blood boiling.
The soaring pin oak tree that had first drawn her to the Victorian on Charm Street was ablaze with deep red foliage typical for early October. The glorious ruby color clashed horrifically with the vicious pink hue the painters were rolling onto the wood siding -- another insult. The last time the leaves had been red -- this time last year -- she had been happy . . . mostly.
Last summer had been fraught with stress as she had debated whether or not to clear the land they owned behind The Charm Farm to plant an organic vegetable garden. Deke had been vehemently opposed to the idea, saying he had other plans for the empty half-acre lot, but Penny had had the distinct feeling that her husband had been trying to undermine her business, which he had pooh-poohed from the beginning. When she'd first suggested that they convert the small rental house across the street that his father had given him into a retail business, Deke had made her feel foolish.
"A health food store in Mojo?" He'd laughed until his eyes had run. "Maybe a fish and chips joint. In case you haven't noticed, honey, the deep south really means the deep fried south."
Hurt, but determined to put her rusty nutrition degree and homeopathic know-how to good use, Penny had persisted. After a rocky start, her enterprise had taken off. As it turned out, the residents of Mojo preferred home remedies to fancy doctoring, and The Charm Farm's inventory of roots, herbs, and vitamins fit the bill nicely.
But while her business had grown steadily, the law practice that Deke had taken over from his father had started to slide. Two of his big manufacturing clients had jumped to more tony law firms in nearby New Orleans. Deke had begun to supplement his client list with personal injury cases, and supplement his diet with bourbon.
The downturn in his business had coincided perfectly with a midlife crisis. One day he had driven home a new fire engine red two-seater Lotus Elise. That was about the same time Penny had found brochures for hair transplants in his briefcase. With new lingerie and lots of TLC, she had tried to head off what had seemed to be an inevitable affair, but in the end, terminally tanned and ferociously feminine Sheena Linder had been too much for a simple man like Deke to resist.
Penny and Sheena weren't complete strangers. The women had met once when Penny had visited Sheena's Forever Sun tanning salon and asked that Sheena give her customers a flyer on the dangers of tanning so they could make a more informed decision before roasting themselves. Sheena had called her the "c" word and had thrown her out of Forever Sun, threatening to sue for trespassing and mental anguish. Penny found out later that her trip to the tanning salon had prompted Sheena to see Deke about possibly filing a lawsuit . . .
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Penny Francisco came home early only to find her husband attorney Deke making love in their bed to Sheena ¿litigator¿ Linder making it worse is that she had dirty feet. The divorce settlement left Penny with her health store, The Charm Farm, and some adjoining land that she plans to use to grow herbs Deke got their house across the street that he paints an ugly pink, but he also hid valuable assets in the name of his now fiancée. --- Penny¿s assistant Marie Gaston hosts a divorce celebration for her boss. One of the guests secretly gives Penny a voodoo doll of Deke Penny stabs the doll in the heart. The next day she goes over to see Deke who had frantically called her several times, but was not answering his phone. She finds him dead with a weapon stabbed through his heart. Everyone else thinks Penny either killed Deke with voodoo or as crime of passion. Penny plans to prove otherwise by uncovering the truth with the help of a donut lusting private investigator as her only ally. --- Stephanie Bond provides a terrific amateur sleuth investigative tale with a heated romantic subplot to enhance the bewildered but delightful lead female protagonist. Penny is the fabulous center to the strong story line as her antics will amuse the audience. Her efforts to prove she is innocent though everyone in Mojo, Louisiana believes otherwise while making side comments about pink houses, replacement females, mayoral ex mother-in-laws, hunks, and voodoo make for a fine time. Still the bottom line means diving IN DEEP VOODOO as she has a slight doubt that just maybe her jab with the pin killed her former spouse. --- Harriet Klausner
Once I started reading this, I couldn't put it down. In fact, I ordered the sequel as I soon as I finished "In Deep Voodoo".
This one was just fun without anything intellectually or emotionally enriching about it. A woman's ex-husband ends up dead during the Voodoo festival in their small town of Mojo, LA and it is up to her to find the killer since everything thinks she's guilty. There were some nice twists and turns in it and I was surprised at the end when the killer was uncovered, not who I was thinking it would be.
Great book, plan to read more.
Can't wait for the next book!t
It was a fun book. Loved it! The second book, Voodoo or Die was pretty good too.