{"id":2620,"date":"2020-07-28T21:01:10","date_gmt":"2020-07-29T04:01:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=2620"},"modified":"2020-07-27T14:45:34","modified_gmt":"2020-07-27T21:45:34","slug":"death-southern-style-beverley-bateman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2020\/07\/28\/death-southern-style-beverley-bateman\/","title":{"rendered":"No place does it like the South! Death Southern Style by Beverley Bateman"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Death<\/a><\/p>\n

Blurb for Death Southern Style<\/em><\/a>:
\n<\/strong>When Perrine Dupr\u00e9 dies under suspicious circumstances her daughter, Julie Ann Dupr\u00e9, returns to New Orleans to find the truth about her mother\u2019s death. She uncovers a family secret, hidden for years. Now someone is trying to kill her. Will the little dog who appears after her mother\u2019s death help her? Is the sexy detective out to help her, or is he part of police corruption?<\/p>\n

Detective Connor O\u2019Reilly, a native of New Orleans, comes from a family of police. He\u2019s an honest cop but realizes there is corruption in the division. His father may have died as part of that corruption. He meets Julie Ann, checks out her mother\u2019s death and finds it was badly handled. Julie Ann deserves the truth and he wants to find it for her.<\/p>\n

Julie Ann and Connor work together to unravel the real reason behind Perrine Dupr\u00e9\u2019s murder, Julie Ann\u2019s mysterious past, and why people want her dead, while developing their challenging relationship. Can they both survive? And can their relationship survive?<\/p>\n

Excerpt:<\/strong>
\nPerrine Dupr\u00e9 hurried down the street. She needed to get home. Dark New Orleans clouds hovered overhead. Thunder rolled. Large drops of late May rain pelted the streets of the French Quarter. It sounded like hail as the fat globs bounced off the pavement behind Perrine. The ozone mixed with the scent of magnolia and the smell of shrimp and fish cooking in the area.<\/p>\n

The older African American woman struggled against the wind. It whipped her umbrella inside out. She clutched it tightly so not to lose it. Rain blurred her vision. Thunder crashes caused her to jump. She stumbled up the three steps to her front door. Her daughter was coming home for a visit. Perrine\u2019s pulse increased and a smile sneaked out.<\/p>\n

Perrine loved her New Orleans. She hated to travel, but two years ago she\u2019d gone to New York to see Julie Ann and her new business. It was a mass of busy airports and crowded flights, but she\u2019d enjoyed seeing the city and staying in her daughter\u2019s apartment. Her daughter had showed off her new interior design business, introduced Perrine to a few of her friends and dragged Perrine to some of the typical tourist activities. Julie Ann had been getting her designing business established then and had a challenge taking time off to leave and come home. Recently she\u2019d taken on a partner. It freed up a little extra time. Tomorrow Julie Ann would be home in New Orleans and Perrine could give her a big hug.<\/p>\n

Juggling her parcels, umbrella and the key Perrine jabbed it in the direction of the lock. Finally, the key found the opening and turned.<\/p>\n

Thunder rumbled a little louder, sounding like pins crashing in a bowling alley.<\/p>\n

Perrine turned the doorknob and froze.<\/p>\n

One of her psychic visions flashed in front of her. Her shoulders sagged. A man stood inside. Her visions didn\u2019t lie. She wasn\u2019t going to see Julie Ann after all. And she’d miss their regular telephone call tonight, too.<\/p>\n

She wasn\u2019t prepared to die. A single tear shimmered down her cheek. Her heart pounded. She clutched her parcels to her chest. Why<\/em> now?<\/p>\n

Lightning flashed. Thunder crashed again.<\/p>\n

He waited for her to come inside.<\/p>\n

The vision showed her crumpled on the ground in front of the house. She\u2019d run, but obviously she wasn\u2019t going to get far. Even if she managed to escape, they would kill her eventually. And after tonight Julie Ann would be home. She would also be in danger.<\/p>\n

The family was too rich and powerful. They didn\u2019t care about collateral damage or anyone who might get hurt. Had they killed off all the other people involved? Was that why the documentation wasn\u2019t important anymore? The birth certificate should have been enough.<\/p>\n

There was so much she should have shared with Julie Ann. At least then she would be aware of the threat.<\/p>\n

Perrine didn\u2019t want to die in the house. It would leave a permanent stain and memory. Julie Ann might never enter the house again if Perrine\u2019s body was found inside.<\/p>\n

In her mind, Perrine stared into the depths of the house, hands trembled, freezing cold filled her chest. She had to make a decision. He was getting ready to make a move. Perrine dropped her parcels, turned and raced down the steps.<\/p>\n

The skies opened wide and lightning flashed across the sky, turning it an electric white. Perrine crumpled to the street. No one heard the shot. An icy shroud of death enveloped over her.<\/p>\n

The front door closed. The lock clicked.<\/p>\n

She felt no pain, not even when a boot kicked her sharply in the ribs – twice.<\/p>\n

The feet moved away.<\/p>\n

A gate squeaked.<\/p>\n

A car engine roared to life.<\/p>\n

The phone rang. No one answered it tonight.<\/p>\n

Her spirit prepared to leave.<\/p>\n

Perrine regretted that she\u2019d never shared any information about Julie Ann\u2019s real mother with her daughter, or how her mother had been murdered. She\u2019d tried to protect her baby.<\/p>\n

Julie Ann\u2019s birth mother had kept records and passed them to Perrine, to be used for blackmail purposes for everyone\u2019s protection.<\/p>\n

It hadn\u2019t saved Elizabeth, Julie Ann\u2019s birth mother. She\u2019d been killed before Julie Ann was a year old. That had been an ominous sign. Perrine had spent years looking over her shoulder, but there had been no issues. No one ever threatened them. Even today, there had been no demands or threats.<\/p>\n

To the best of Perrine\u2019s knowledge, no one else had been in danger since. Although she had never looked up any of the people involved at the time of Julie Ann\u2019s birth. Now, for whatever reason, death had reared its ugly head. The documents hadn\u2019t saved her. There\u2019d been no threats, just the shooter.<\/p>\n

What had changed? Why now?<\/p>\n

She wished she\u2019d at least told Julie Ann about the documents. It might help save life.<\/p>\n

Perrine\u2019s mind dimmed. She prayed to her god to help her keep Julie Ann alive. Her spirit gradually left her body and floated away. Using her fading power, Perrine pulled on the power of the Priestess to allow her to remain on earth, in any form.<\/p>\n

Julie Ann would be at risk. Perrine might still be able to protect her. She needed to be there, at least in spirit, for her daughter.<\/p>\n

Buy Links:
\n<\/strong>eBook: https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B089VRC1WR<\/a>
\nPaperback: https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/1777262410<\/a><\/p>\n

Interview time!<\/strong><\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>How did you come up with the idea for your book?
\nBB: <\/strong>I like to use a little paranormal in books and I decided that New Orleans was the perfect place for a setting with a paranormal twist and a history of voodoo. Then I came up with the first scene of having a murder occur and the victim had a psychic vision of it abut to happen. After that I had to figure out why. I added and subtracted ideas, changed them and eventually came up with the complete plot for the book.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What sort of research did you do to write this book?
\nBB: <\/strong>I researched New Orleans, districts, houses, funeral homes, voodoo, police departments and fight scenes.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>A fun fact about writing your book.
\nBB: <\/strong>I was in New Orleans with friends before I wrote the book. We stayed in a very old brick hotel in the Bourbon Street area. Our room had brick walls on the exterior. On the way back to our room one night we bought pralines. I had mine in the paper bag on my bedside table. During the night I was wakened by someone trying to get the pralines out of the bag. There was no one there. I believe t was a ghost trying to get at it. That same night my roommate said she woke up because someone was flicking the plaster from between the bricks at her as she lay in bed.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>Do you have a day job? What was your job before you started writing full time?
\nBB: <\/strong>I don\u2019t have a day job any longer. Previously I was an administer for a government childcare and adult care program.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What started you on the path to writing?
\nBB: <\/strong>I\u2019ve been writing ever since I can remember. I\u2019d write plots and locked in a room stories. After I developed breast cancer for the first time I decided if I was going to do anything with my writing, I needed to get serious. So I wrote my first book.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What do your friends and family think about your being a writer?
\nBB: <\/strong>My family and my friends that aren\u2019t writers are very encouraging but if you start to talk about t, their eyes glaze over.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>Do you outline books ahead of time or are you more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer?
\nBB: <\/strong>A bit of both. I get a feel for the plot and my characters and I write maybe one sentence per chapter as to where the story is going. Then I start writing, but I don\u2019t always follow my one sentence outline.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What has been one of your most rewarding experiences as an author?
\nBB: <\/strong>The wonderful people I have met over the years, both online and in person.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What do you like to do when you\u2019re not writing?
\nBB: <\/strong>Before or after Covid? Before I liked to travel, do glass fusion, eat out, and play my Native American flute. Now I putter in the garden and walk my rescue dog \u2013 and still play my flute.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>Why did you choose the shirt you have on?
\nBB: <\/strong>Okay, that\u2019s funny. Because of the Covid virus I spend most of time at home and I slouch around in leggings and t-shirt. I love pandas and today I\u2019m wearing my panda t-shirt.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>First thought when the alarm goes off in the in the morning?
\nBB: <\/strong>I\u2019m one of the lucky ones, although with Covid there might be a lot more people, but I don\u2019t wake up to an alarm. So I wake up when I\u2019m ready to face the day.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>Strangest place you’ve brushed your teeth?
\nBB: <\/strong>I\u2019m not sure it\u2019s that strange but it would be in my car, (at a stop light).<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What are you working on now?
\nBB: <\/strong>I\u2019m working on two things at the moment. Book 2 of The Foundation \u2013 Liability Wife \u2013 Lydia\u2019s Story, and a novella.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>Did you enjoy writing Death Southern Style<\/strong><\/em>?
\nBB: <\/strong>Yes. It was a fun book to write. While there is murder, attempted murder and corruption, there\u2019s also paranormal elements which I love and were fun to wind into the plot. And the research, for example the funeral, were fascinating to research. I enjoyed writing this book.<\/p>\n

Meet Beverley:
\n<\/strong>\"BeverleyBeverley Bateman now lives in Medicine Hat, Alberta. She recently moved from the Okanagan Valley in BC, <\/strong>Canada. Instead of vineyards, orchards, lakes, and mountains she has ranches, farmers and a close community. She lives there with her husband and her Bichon-poodle rescue dog. During the cold Alberta winters, she snowbirds to Arizona and does glass fusion, watercolor painting and plays the ukulele besides working on her latest romantic suspense. Hunted<\/em>, Missing<\/em> and Targeted<\/em> are part of her Montana series. She also has her Holly Devine series: A Cruise to Remember,<\/em> and a Murder to Forget<\/em>. Don\u2019t Go<\/em> is her darker romantic suspense.<\/p>\n

Author Links:
\n<\/strong>Website \u2013 https:\/\/www.beverleybateman.com<\/a>
\nBlog – http:\/\/beverleybateman.blogspot.ca\/<\/a>
\nTwitter http:\/\/Twitter.com\/kelownawriter<\/a>
\nFacebook Authorpage – http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/AuthorBeverleyBateman?ref=hl<\/a><\/p>\n

Pinterest\u00a0 http:\/\/pinterest.com\/okwriter<\/a>
\nAmazon author page http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Beverley-Bateman\/e\/B008M01F5E<\/a><\/p>\n

Facebook – https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/beverley.bateman.18?fref=ts<\/a>
\nGoodreads https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/7052567.Beverley_Bateman<\/a><\/p>\n

LinkedIn – babateman@shaw.ca<\/a>
\nInstagram – Beverley.Bateman<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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