Dead for New Orleans

It had begun with an embrace-a mere chance encounter. Something was different since she left, though, and all he felt now was cold ... cold and abandoned. Perhaps some rest would help him feel better in the morning. Trouble was there would be no "feeling better" for him ... not ever again. Never in his wildest dreams would he believe that he'd fall victim to Madame Solange Deshotel ... she who was damned for all eternity. This is the story of Vincent Jacola. Features local color in the American South, esp. New Orleans.