Thursday, August 22, 2013

Elysian Fields Tour, Flash Fiction & Ipad Giveaway!

Elysian Fields
Sentinels of New Orleans Series
Book Three
Suzanne Johnson
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Tor Books
Date of Publication:  August 13, 2013
ISBN: 978-0765333193
Number of pages: 352
Word Count: approx. 102,000

Cover Artist: Cliff Nielsen

Book Description:
 The mer feud has been settled, but life in South Louisiana still has more twists and turns than the muddy Mississippi. New Orleanians are under attack from a copycat killer mimicking the crimes of a 1918 serial murderer known as the Axeman of New Orleans.
Thanks to a tip from the undead pirate Jean Lafitte, DJ Jaco knows the attacks aren't random--an unknown necromancer has resurrected the original Axeman of New Orleans, and his ultimate target is a certain blonde wizard.
 Namely, DJ. Fighting off an undead serial killer as troubles pile up around her isn't easy. Jake Warin's loup-garou nature is spiraling downward, enigmatic neighbor Quince Randolph is acting weirder than ever, the Elders are insisting on lessons in elven magic from the world's most annoying wizard, and former partner Alex
Warin just turned up on DJ's to-do list. Not to mention big maneuvers are afoot in the halls of preternatural power.
 Suddenly, moving to the Beyond as Jean Lafitte's pirate wench? It could be DJ's best option.

River Road

Sentinels of New Orleans
Book Two
Suzanne Johnson
 Genre: Urban Fantasy
 Publisher: Tor Books
 ISBN: 978-0765327802
ASIN: B00842H5VI
Number of pages: 336
Word Count: approx. 92,000
 Cover Artist: Cliff Nielsen

Book Description:
 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.
Royal Street
Sentinels of New Orleans
Book One
Suzanne Johnson
Genre: Urban Fantasy
 Publisher: Tor Books
 ISBN: 978-0765327796
ASIN: B006OM459U
Number of pages: 337
Word Count: approx. 94,000
 Cover Artist: Cliff Nielsen

Book Description:
As the junior wizard sentinel for New Orleans, Drusilla Jaco's job involves a lot more potion-mixing and pixie-retrieval than sniffing out supernatural bad guys like rogue vampires and lethal were-creatures. DJ's boss and mentor, Gerald St. Simon, is the wizard tasked with protecting the city from anyone or anything that might slip over from the preternatural beyond.
 Then Hurricane Katrina hammers New Orleans' fragile levees, unleashing more than just dangerous flood waters. While winds howled and Lake Pontchartrain surged, the borders between the modern city and the Otherworld crumbled. Now the undead and the restless are roaming the Big Easy, and a serial killer with ties to voodoo is murdering soldiers sent to help the city recover.
To make it worse, Gerald St. Simon has gone missing, the wizards' Elders have assigned a grenade-toting assassin as DJ's new partner, and undead pirate Jean Lafitte wants to make her walk his plank. The search for Gerry and the killer turns personal when DJ learns the hard way that loyalty requires sacrifice, allies come from the unlikeliest places, and duty mixed with love creates one bitter roux.

Flash Fiction by Suzanne Johnson
Bat Out of Hell

Suzanne Johnson

Note: “Bat Out of Hell” is an original short-short set in the world of the Sentinels of New Orleans series, featuring wizard DJ Jaco, her partner (and maybe more) shapeshifting enforcer Alex Warin, loup-garou enforcer Jake Warin, the undead 19th-century French pirate Jean Lafitte, Cajun merman Rene Delachaise, and a cast of many—few of them are actually human.

Something zoomed past my head and I looked up, startled. Fast-flapping wings, compact black body.

“Was that a hummingbird?”

“Hush up, you. If you’re trying to distract me, it ain’t gonna work.” Rene Delachaise had asked me to give him basic lessons in chess, a boring game foisted on me by my mentor. Rene’s new girlfriend, Grace, was some kind of brainiac environmental scientist in Alabama and he was trying to prove himself. If the woman couldn’t see what a catch he was, she needed to fish in another pond.

Rene was one fine merman. Of course, I was prejudiced; he was my friend. I didn’t have so many friends that I took them for granted.

The flash of black hadn’t been a chess ploy. A hummingbird hovered, though, right? It didn’t zoom.

While Rene plotted his next move, I looked around my second-floor library. My house in uptown New Orleans had been built in 1879. Its ceilings were high, its crown moulding and baseboards massive cypress things of beauty.

I scanned the floor-to-ceiling shelves on one wall, looking for anything amiss. This was New Orleans, after all. We had gigantic cockroaches the size of hockey pucks that flew in graceless arcs from oak trees to, distressingly often, people’s hair. This had been moving too fast for a flying roach.

My scan of the room paused at one of the two tall, narrow windows. A suspicious black, oblong object rested on one of my copper-colored drapes.

“Hey Rene, what is that on the curtain? Think it’s one of those elephant roaches?”

Rene knocked off one of my rooks and followed my gaze to the window. “It’s…I dunno. What is it?”

“Holy crap,” I whispered in horror as the black invader stretched out gangly, skeletal wings covered in leathery membranes. “It’s a freaking bat. There’s a bat in my house!”

Rene shoved his chair away from the table, sending a cascade of antique glass chess pieces tumbling. “You got a broom, babe?”

I eased out of my chair and screeched as the bat took flight, zooming directly over our heads at demonic speed. It flew out the door, and we followed cautiously. I caught the blur of wings as it made a graceful half-turn and flew into my bedroom.

Oh no, that wasn’t happening. I grabbed the broom from the closet outside the library door and thrust it at Rene. “Here.”

He held up his hands and took a step back. “Don’t shove that thing at me, babe. I thought you could use it to knock down the bat.”

“You’re a merman,” I said, poking the broom handle in his chest. “You’re a hunter. You’re a trapper. You catch gators. You are a guy.” Bat-wrangling fell in the list of automatic guy tasks, right?

“You ain’t getting me near that thing,” Rene snapped. “It flies. They carry rabies. Besides, you’re a wizard. Big bad wizard can’t catch a bat?”

Oh yeah. I was a wizard.

We stood in the doorway to the bedroom, watching the winged minion of Satan as it crawled up the back of my upholstered chair, no doubt contemplating blood-sucking mayhem. I’d always liked that chair; now I’d have to burn it.

I poked Rene in the arm, and he jumped like he’d been flash-fried. “Don’t let him out of your sights. I’m getting Charlie.”

The elven staff glowed at my touch, as it always did. My fingers slipped around the worn, polished wood like they belonged there. The ancient staff of the Fire Elves, a people to whom I was distantly related, Mahout (aka Charlie) had claimed me. Eventually, I also had claimed it.

Returning to stand beside Rene, I raised the staff and pointed it at the chair…where there was no bat. “Where is it?” My shrill whisper could probably be heard in Shreveport.

Rene pointed, and I followed the imaginary line extending from his finger. “He’s on my pillow?” Now I had to burn my whole bed.

Oh well, it had to be done. I raised the staff again, and we both squealed like girls at a voice preceding the sound of footsteps on the stairs. “DJ, you up there?” Alex Warin, former co-sentinel, current enforcer for the elders, and the sexiest thing on two legs, stopped and stared at Rene and me, frozen in the door to my bedroom, staff pointed at my bed.

He cocked his head. “Do I even want to know?”

“Bat,” I said in that same shrill, embarrassing whisper. “It’s a freaking bat.”

He came to stand beside Rene and me, dwarfing both of us. “Cute little guy—probably came down the chimney. Hang on.”

Alex ran down the stairs, and I heard him fumbling around in my kitchen.

“You ain’t gonna tell him we were afraid of the bat, are you?” Rene valued Alex’s good opinion as much as his new girlfriend’s. My opinion, he didn’t really worry about, and I felt the same. It’s why we made perfect buddies.

“Not a word.”

Alex came back up the steps and edged past us into the bedroom. He wore a gardening glove on his right hand, and in his left carried a zippered plastic sandwich bag. Reaching out, he gently captured the bat and slipped it into the bag.  “I’ll take it outside and release it. Remind me this weekend, and I’ll check around your attic and make sure it’s secure.”

He stopped at the top of the stairs. “You weren’t really going to zap this little guy with the staff, were you? Talk about overkill.”

“Course not.” I slid my gaze to Rene. “We were just figuring the odds of my being able to hit a target that size.”

“We figured they weren’t good,” Rene added.

Sadly true.

I was still going to burn my pillow—well, at least throw it away. But that would be my secret, too.

Copyright 2013 Suzanne Johnson. May not be reprinted or shared without written permission of the author.

About the Author:

On Aug. 28, 2005, Suzanne Johnson loaded two dogs, a cat, a friend, and her mom into a car and fled New Orleans in the hours before Hurricane Katrina made landfall.
 Four years later, she began weaving her experiences and love for her city into the Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series, beginning with Royal Street (2012), continuing with River Road (2012), and now with Elysian Fields (August 2013).
She grew up in rural Alabama, halfway between the Bear Bryant Museum and Elvis’ birthplace, and lived in New Orleans for fifteen years—which means she has a highly refined sense of the absurd and an ingrained love of SEC football and fried gator on a stick.
 She can be found online at her website or her daily blog, Preternatura. As Susannah Sandlin, she writes the best-selling Penton Vampire Legacy paranormal romance series and the recent standalone, Storm Force.
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  1. ^^ Thank you so much for this new flash fiction ^^ at leats we see that inspiration can come from the bad or even worse situation ( life is sometiems stranger than fiction)

    The sentinels of New Orleans is really a wonderful series of urban fantasy and i really recommend it.
    Elysian Fields was a gripping story!

  2. Flash fiction is fun. If D.J. would have used Charlie she would probably had to call the fire department... Thanks. Elysian Fields is just a great read. And the Sentinels series will continue with books four and five.

  3. Thanks, guys....yes, I think DJ's house would have burned had she used Charlie...and then Elysian Fields would have been a different book :-)

  4. Love Bat Out Of Hell! Thanks for sharing and the giveaway. I am looking forward to reading Elysian Fields. I love Suzanne Johnson. evamillien at gmail dot com

  5. Thanks for the story! I love to watch bats fly but I do not want them in my house!

  6. I love that Rene was afraid of bats! Phobia knows no boundaries! But DJ was right. He's a guy. Women folks are allowed to expect guys to take care of those kind of problems.

  7. Thanks for the story! I'm with you... no bats in the house!!!!!

  8. Loved the story, good thing Alex was there to save the day. :D

  9. I'm on DJ's and Rene's side in this one, bats are NOT my friend. Ugh.

  10. Another great story.looking forward to reading more.

  11. Loved the flash fiction and I would also burn the pillow. Thanks for the wonderful story and giveaway.

  12. Thanks everyone! Like DJ, I've been dealing with bats for the past week and a half...and I'm with Rene on this one!

  13. Thanks for the great story and giveaway.

  14. Thanks for the giveaway! and the story Bats aren't a favorite for me either :)


  15. How did you come up with the series???

    Thanks for the giveaway!!!! - Sofia T.