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My family are simple people. My great-grandmother never had any schooling past seventh or eighth grade. My grandmother never went any further than ninth. My grandfather got his G.E.D while in the Army and his B.S. in Criminology and Criminal Justice in his late forties. My mom and her siblings didn’t go to college until they were in their forties and fifties. In my generation, I was the first to graduate from high school and I’m still the only one with a college degree.

My family picked cotton, buried their money in coffee cans in the backyard, ate squirrel, got into trouble and got sentenced to the Army. They had kids early and often, went to church at least twice a week, and are all buried in the same plot in the cemetery.

I tell you all this so you understand that the next few stories aren’t things they would make up. They’re just not built that way.

When my grandfather was young, he lived in a house in what was then the outskirts of Tallahassee. He and his siblings saw the ghost of a little dog—a rat terrier, or in the words of my grandfather, an ankle biter—scampering through the halls. The form of a woman would appear and disappear in one of the bedrooms. Another form, much darker in tone and with a more sinister feeling, would walk across the living room before disappearing down the hall.

Years and years later, my mother and I stopped in front of the house one time when they were having a yard sale. After sharing my grandfather’s experiences, the owner confided in us that they had experienced some of the same things. The house has never been unoccupied, so whatever (or whoever) is in the house isn’t malevolent—just very watchful.

Another watchful spirit is that of my grandmother’s baby sister, Aunt Mac. I was actually named after her, which is why my name is a little old-fashioned (you just don’t get a lot of Lois Maxine anymore). She was killed in a car wreck years before I was born. But that didn’t stop her from making two different appearances, one a few months before my birth and the other when I was two years old.

In the first, my mother was lying in bed, doing her best to rest (the pregnancy was difficult on a variety of levels). Suddenly, the room was filled with the smell of honeysuckles—Aunt Mac’s signature scent. The shadow of a woman appeared on the wall, staying there for a few moments before disappearing. Strange in and of itself—even stranger when you consider my mother had decided that very day to name me after her.

SOD BCIn the second, I was two years old and having severe issues with breathing—my asthma was so severe attacks would happen for viable reason at all. I was scheduled to go into the hospital the next day for tests and whatnot. My mother was up, being a mother and worrying and whatnot. She saw something move in the hallway, and, thinking I had crawled out of the crib and I was wandering the halls, got out of bed and went to check on me. She found me asleep in my crib—with the shadow of a woman standing next to me, watching me sleep. The entire room smelled of honeysuckles. The shadow looked at my mother, looked at me, looked back to my mother and smiled before disappearing.

The next day, we went to the hospital. The doctors ran their tests—and found nothing. To this day, I’ve only had a handful of asthma attacks, usually brought on by prolonged, strenuous physical activity.

Like I said, my family are simple people. They don’t have the imagination for any of this. But luckily, I have the ability to write it down and share with all of you. What ghost stories lurk in your family tree?



Synopsis for Shades Of Gray:

Jude Magdalyn Henries lives what many would call an unconventional life.

Orphaned at birth, raised by nuns, a teenage runaway living on the streets… she now earns a living at odd jobs, including one as a fake tarot card reader. Very little about Jude’s life appears normal, by any scale.

When she accepts a gig to do a private reading, unconventional takes on an entirely new meaning. Life as she knows it ends when she’s thrust into a world she never knew existed-one filled with magic, vampires, and her beloved New Orleans on the verge of an underground war.

To make matters worse, she’s got two men in her life vying for attention, Williams and Theo. Both call to a different part of her, but one scares her just a little bit.

Can she step up to the challenges set before her and make the right choices for the greater good?



Synopsis for Shades of Desire:

All I wanted was a little peace and quiet.

SOB BCInstead, I’ve got dead Covenant members and a steady stream of letters from the new guy in town. His beverage of choice? A 2002 Merlot, with a shot or two of powerful virgin blood.

On top of that, I’m breaking in a new police liaison, failing at playing matchmaker, and fighting nausea like it’s a full time job. All I wanted was a little peace and quiet.

Instead, I’ve got dead Covenant members and a steady stream of letters from the new guy in town. His beverage of choice? A 2002 Merlot, with a shot or two of powerful virgin blood.

On top of that, I’m breaking in a new police liaison, failing at playing matchmaker, and fighting nausea like it’s a full time job.

Did I forget to mention that I’ve also got enough girls living at the Crossroads to start my own boarding school?

Peace and quiet? Out the window.



Synopsis for Shades of Blood:

If it’s not one thing, it’s another.

Felipe, one of New Orleans’s most infamous—and crazy–vampires is back in town. And to say he’s unhappy is an understatement.

Duprees and Williams have to track down Felipe, fast, before he claims any more victims. If that means making a deal with the Devil–otherwise known as St. Germaine–and using an untrained dhampir, so be it.

If that wasn’t enough, I’ve also got rebellious teenagers, feuding couples, and a suddenly full social calendar.

The more things change . . .



LMP PIctureAbout The Author:

L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember.

A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She is the author of the best-selling Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and the Frankie Post series.

She is currently at work on the next Jude Magdalyn book, Shades of Blood. She makes her home in Florida with one two cats—one smart, the other an idiot.



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