Thursday, April 5, 2012

Book Tour: Shades of Desire Guest Post by L.M. Pruitt

Good Times and Good Eats

One of the things I love about visiting New Orleans is the food. Yes, you can go ahead and shake your head, but I’m definitely on the New Orleans is the best food in the world bandwagon. Having been to New York, lived in Miami for two months, and growing up with traditional Southern cooking as a way of life, my opinion has had the opportunity to be challenged.
And all the challengers failed.
There is, honestly, just something in the very food itself that makes eating in New Orleans such an experience. Nobody ever believes me. And then we go on a spontaneous trip to the city and I take them to Clover Grill and they bite into a burger cooked under a hubcap for the first time. That’s the point where every single person gets what I’m talking about.
Yes. I said a burger cooked under a hubcap.
I always make sure that I eat at Camilla Grill at least once whenever I’m in the city. It’s very much a diner, with a long, S-shaped counter dominating the space. Your server calls out the order to the cook—always addressed as Chef—before providing you with your beverage, which can range from your typical grocery store orange juice to Community Coffee to their world famous—and I’m not joking on that fact—milk shake malt type things. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure what they are other than delicious. Unlike most places in the South, grits aren’t a first choice side item here—fries are, and they’re a great accompaniment to the almost plate sized omelettes. They give you just enough room to cut and maneuver the monstrosity on the plate, but that’s it. You definitely get your money’s worth, and then some.
Another place I love but I don’t get a chance to eat at too often is Irene’s. Irene’s is a New Orleans landmark, serving up traditional Italian food in a quiet, upscale environment. They don’t take reservations (oh, the horror! You actually have to wait in line for a table!), but the food is worth the wait. Like most fine dining restaurants, everything is essentially a la carte, which can make things a bit pricey, but the portions are so generous I usually end up making a meal out of just the appetizers. And like most places in New Orleans, the desserts are phenomenal. I can’t actually talk about them, or I’ll get depressed since I don’t have access to the yumminess.
Finally, a place I feel you should check out just to say you were there—and for the merchandise—is Bubba Gump’s Shrimp. I know, I know, total tourist trap and money gimmick. But I recommend it for a few reasons. One, the food is actually good. Again, this is one of those places where you can turn three appetizers and dessert into a meal for two people and you’ll both be well fed. Two, it’s a fun tourist trap. There’s memorabilia on the walls, the servers are knowledgeable about the movie and like to play little trivia games with you, and they have a nice selection of Forest Gump themed merchandise. Finally—I used to work there! For like three weeks when I lived in New Orleans before I had to evac back to Florida. One of the money guys for the company is related to the owner of the restaurant I work at, so I had a foot in the door. My other foot, i.e. five years of serving, finished booting the door open. It was fun to work at, but a little too corporate for me.
Obviously these aren’t the only places to enjoy amazing food in New Orleans, but these are personal favorites for me. Even now, I can taste the chili and fries of a Camilla Grill omelette or the fiery burn of Bubba Gump’s Greenbow Tenders. Hmm…

Shades of Desire

By L.M. Pruitt

Book 2 Jude Magdalyn Series


All I wanted was a little peace and quiet.

Instead, I've got dead Covenant members and a steady stream of letters from the new guy in town. His beverage of choice? A 2002 Merlot, with a shot or two of powerful virgin blood.

On top of that, I'm breaking in a new police liaison, failing at playing matchmaker, and fighting nausea like it's a full time job.

Did I forget to mention that I've also got enough girls living at the Crossroads to start my own boarding school?

Peace and quiet? Out the window.
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If someone doesn’t get me a lemon in the next five minutes, everyone will suffer. A lot.”
Jude, I love you. Which is why I can say you’re being just a little over dramatic.” One look at my face and Theo changed his tune. “But then again, you could say pregnancy is dramatic and you’re just getting into the groove.”
Nice save.” I tried to sit up again. Halfway through the upward movement greasy waves of nausea rolled over me and I eased back down onto the pillow. Strands of black hair clung to my sweaty face and I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly. “Not as nice as that lemon would be right now, but nice.”
Elizabeth will be here in a moment. No doubt she’ll have a lemon. And tea. And toast.” Theo turned over to face me, laying one hand over my still mostly flat stomach. If you looked close, you could see the smallest of bumps.
I know, because I checked. Every other day or so.
If anybody told me three months ago, that the week before Halloween, I’d be lying in bed with a man who absolutely adored me—even the crazy parts—I’d have asked them what the hell they were smoking. If they’d thrown in being pregnant, I would have punched them in their jaw. Then gone to the store and bought a dozen pregnancy tests and prayed for them all to be negative.
But that was before the Covenant.
In two weeks, I’d gone from being an orphan raised by nuns, to the latest in a long line of only daughters. Women charged with the protection and well-being of hundreds of people with unique powers. Some made flame burn for hours, while others called the wind to knock you flat on your ass. They were a group of people who came together over two-hundred years ago, bound by a prophecy. One with no past, lost in the present, will bring in the future, through gifts of both this world and the next.
And lucky me, I’d passed the job interview.
I’d sent Hart to a muddy, watery grave-literally. Unless something went crazy wrong, he’d stay under the Mississippi until the Final Judgment. Williams ruled the vampires of the city now and kept his distance as much as possible.
And I, Jude Magdalyn Henries, led the Covenant. Maybe I wasn’t terrific at it. But Gillian would be proud.
All things considered, I think I came out with a pretty good deal.

About the Author:
L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She is the author of the Jude Magdalyn Series as well as New Moon Rising, featuring Cari Gravier, and Taken, featuring Frankie Post. She is currently at work on the next book in the Moon Rising series, Harvest Moon Rising, due out April 2012. Ms. Pruitt makes her home in Florida with two cats--one smart, the other not so much.


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