Yellow? Sunglasses
Stat!
Meet Aurora Cosme, a New
Orleans resident and aura reader. After being hit by lightning and dying a few
times she came back to life, changed. Aurora is light sensitive, she has the
sight and she talks to ghosts. One happens to be her bestfriend Madame Laveau
aka Lovie. Don’t ask how that friendship happened. She reads auras and
tea-leaves in the parlor of her three story Victorian house in the 4th
ward of New Orleans. But compared to the fact hat she could be in the great
beyond by now, Aurora counted herself as lucky.
A young woman named
Trista Crane stepped into her parlor and aura was as bright as her personality.
Her story was she was about to die and Aurora couldn’t have that. In that
yellow aura, she saw the outline of angel wings and took that as a sign that
this young woman was meant for something more. It was time to don one of her
designer sunglasses. To be able to look at Trista without going blind and to go
outside it was necessary. She’d find away to help the young woman before that
beautiful light was snuffed out.
Red Mood Rising
They are things in
this word that could very rarely be understood.
Aurora was learning that quickly and New Orleans was one of them. A scant few people knew what it really was
and Aurora Cosme was one of them, but not by choice. After being hit by
lightning as a teen she almost died twice and was forever changed. Seeing being
light sensitive was one thing, seeing auras was another. Oh the ghosts who
sometimes showed up for conversations that was an added bonus. One of the dead
entities was quite famous and her best friends. Using her gifts she made a
living and life was unusual but it was hers. Since she’d died she decided to
live life to the fullest but when she woke up to a dead woman in her parlor.
She might end up spending the rest of those precious days in jail. With the
help of a few dead friends and her car Booker, Aurora has to clear her name.
Especially with a very handsome yet skeptical FBI agent thinks she’s a quack
and even if she’s innocent should be in a nut house.
Blue Voodoo Moon
Aurora Cosme seemed
to fall into a trouble or attracted it like a magnet. Either way she was none
to pleased when it kept showing up at her doorstep. Literally, trouble was on
her doorstep when she woke up to get her paper.
It seemed a young man thought that her best ghost friend Madame Laveau
aka Lovie, had cursed him and wanted her help. It was all well and good to
dissuade him of said nonsense thinking until he turned up dead at the famous
tomb of Lovie.
But as in life she
was misunderstood in death, so now Aurora had to find out who killed Jon Stone
before the full moon. That was when Mr. Stone’s very rich parents planned to
have a hired death dealer to exorcise Lovie to the great beyond permanently. Very hard to do and while that worried
Aurora, one didn’t get the voodoo queen mad. In death she had more power than
life and God knows Aurora didn’t want to see her pissed off. It didn’t bode
well for those who incurred her wrath. To defend her friend and save a historic
city from Lovie’s anger. Aurora would have a major fight on her hand.
When It was Mardi
Gras season, Aurora Cosme hunkered down in her house like if a hurricane was on
the horizon. She stocked up on food, stocked up on movies and stayed away from
the chaos until the town emptied out and regained normalcy. So how was it that
on St Patrick’s Day she ended up in the midst of another murder? Driving home a
little person dressed like a leprechaun ran out in front of her car and died in
the street. No because she hit him! Come on that’s not Aurora! He simply died
in front of her car and when her friend Josie (alive not dead) asked her to
help find out who killed her friend.
Aurora reluctantly agreed, vowing this was the last time. Besides FBI agent Billy Garrett asked her for
help. Obviously the sky had to be falling if the skeptical man was on her
doorstep and wait flirting?