Monday, December 10, 2012

River Road Guest Post + Giveaway with Suzanne Johnson

Going for the Jugular (or Other Weak Spots)

Like reading about a strong character who can do it all? Fight wrongs and makes unselfish, wise decisions? Perfect looks, perfect abs, straight teeth, halo?

Not me. Bor-ing. I like characters so flawed and filled with faults that, in real life, they should probably be incarcerated or institutionalized—or at least be in serious therapy.

So I thought I’d play shrink and examine the major characters in my Sentinels of New Orleans series. There are some serious head cases hanging around in South Louisiana—and that’s before I get to my characters. (Hey, I’m one of them so I can say that.) So…calling Dr. Phil…

Drusilla Jaco, aka DJ. Our scrappy little wizard has serious abandonment issues. We haven’t heard the full story of her childhood yet, but we know she was passed around a lot, and has lost a lot of people and stability in her life since Hurricane Katrina. At the same time, she was sheltered in her upbringing so that her social skills are not always…skillful. DJ tries not to care too much about people so when they inevitably leave her or reject her or get killed, she won’t get her heart stomped on again. Which explains at least part of her attraction to a certain undead pirate.

Alex Warin, DJ’s enforcer partner. Mr. Alpha is also Mr. Control Freak, which is the way he’s coped with having to hide his shifter nature from his human family since he first changed as a teenager. Alex doesn’t like mess. He likes things clean and neat and orderly. Problem is, life is not clean and neat and orderly—especially when DJ’s around. He thinks she is a chaos magnet and it drives him crazy. Yet he can’t seem to walk away…

Jake Warin, new enforcer. Jake, Alex’s first cousin, is on the surface the anti-Alex. Laid-back, easy way with people, emotionally transparent. NOT. His character is much more complex than his cousin’s. He’s subject to mood swings that have gotten worse with his new circumstances, and has in the past leaned on alcohol to help himself cope. DJ and Alex are worried about Jake, and with good reason.

Jean Lafitte, undead pirate and member of the Historical Undead. Ah, Le Capitain. He was in his human life prone to arrogance. His supreme self-confidence was both his greatest strength and, ultimately, his weakness. Just don’t tell Jean he has a weakness—he won’t take it well. And while as a member of the historical undead he can’t be killed, he can kill you. Don’t let his infatuation with DJ fool you.

Rene Delachaise, merman. Rene shares a weakness with most of the Louisiana merpeople, aquatic shapeshifters of Cajun descent: a hair-trigger temper. Mers like to fight, and they don’t need much of an excuse. Some people enjoy a good Friday night dance. Rene likes a good Friday night fistfight. He also tends to blindly trust members of his own clan, and have an innate distrust of wizards. He’ll get over it.

Quince Randolph, DJ’s new neighbor. Rand is….Well, I can’t give away Rand’s weaknesses and flaws yet….Not until DJ’s learned about them herself. An author has to hang onto some secrets!

River Road (Sentinels of New Orleans, #2)River Road 
by Suzanne Johnson
Sentinels of New Orleans, Book 2
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Tor Books
Cover Artist: Cliff Nielsen
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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.

The minute hand of the ornate grandfather clock crept like a gator stuck in swamp mud. I’d been watching it for half an hour, nursing a fizzy cocktail from my perch inside the Hotel Monteleone. The plaque on 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.

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.

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Tour Wide Giveaway 

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  1. I agree with you - the flawed characters are the most interesting. I love how DJ has emotional problems to overcome, and that all the characters, even the Undead, are dealing with very human issues:)

    Thanks for playing shrink for us:))

    ccfioriole at gmail dot com

    1. Thanks, Christina! It was kind of fun playing shrink today!

  2. ^^ i'm always discovering things sometimes unsuspected thanks to your blog tour

    thank you a lot Suzanne for this wonderful book a must have before the holidays! and for the time you take for us!

    River road would be a great gift for all the fan of urban fantasy and for all reader who love a good book


    1. Thanks, Miki! Just a few tour stops left!

  3. An undead pirate sounds interesting. Thanks for the giveaway!

    1. And an undead French pirate, at that! Thanks for stopping by!

    2. Oh Jean is VERY interesting. LOL I LOVED book 1, Royal Street and I'm in the middle of book 2, River Road. Look for the review later this week.

  4. I like characters who have flaws best too. It's no fun reading about a perfect, beautiful hero.

    1. I totally agree, Allison. Character need room to grow.

  5. River Road is a great gift for the Holidays. New favorite name for D.J. = Our scrappy little wizard. Thanks, Suzanne.

    1. LOL. DJ would like being called "scrappy," I think!

  6. This is going to sound weird but I always wonder if Jean has adopted modern hygiene practices. But then, DJ would tell him to get a shower if he was stinky, right?

  7. I would tend to agree with being perfect makes for not very fun reading. It doesn't make them very interesting... and learning more about why certain people are the way they are can make for a fantastic book! Thanks for the fabulous blog tour Suzanne! :)

  8. This book sounds like a lot of fun. The excerpt has me hooked.
    Thanks for the tour and giveaway.

  9. Flawed characters are definitely the best. They really make the stories way more interesting.

  10. Flawed charas are great. No one is perfect so it's easier to connect with them

    Raffle name: Nikki O

  11. This sounds like a great book. I've been looking for a new book to get my girlfriend and I think she would really enjoy this during the holidays.



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