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Tales From The French QuarterTales From The French QuarterAllow Kalila Smith to take you on a personal tour of her New Orleans. Explore the food, cemeteries, swamps, bayous, Voodoo, monsters, ghosts, and the amazing cast of characters that make up the legends of the French Quarter. The French Quarter has intrigued many not only to write about it, but also spawned the desire for some to stay. Many a visitor has wandered into this magical place, only to find that they do not ever want to leave. Legend says if you drink the water in New Orleans, you must return. Some say that it is a curse put on the city by the famous Voodoo queen, Marie Laveau herself.
All Saints Day: A New Orleans Football MysteryAll Saints Day: A New Orleans Football MysteryFootball season in New Orleans has been a study in frustration since the Saints arrived in 1967, but this year could be the worst.

Not only is the team 0-and-8 and headed for yet another dismal campaign, but owner Ron Beauchamp is threatening to move if he doesn’t get a new stadium deal.

Things look bleaker still for the team’s struggling, Polish-born kicker, Oleg Adamowicz, who nearly dies on the Superdome turf after taking a vicious hit while trying (and failing) to make a game-saving tackle.

But a surprise visit from the Pope begins a mysterious turn of events, highlighted by Oleg’s superhuman kicking. He rewrites the record books and leads the team on a winning streak. However, even that might not be enough to keep Beauchamp from putting the team on the selling block.

As the wins mount and Oleg performs a series of "miracles," fans and teammates alike look to him as the messiah, forcing Oleg to confront his own feelings about religion, which has created a rift with his father back in Warsaw. Aided by Saints cheerleader Charmaine Fontana, Oleg searches for answers, knowing he must save himself before he can rescue the Saints.

Inspired by true events, All Saints Day is a magical story about winning, losing, and the meaning of faith that will make you laugh, make you question your own beliefs, and make you take note of the tiny miracles surrounding us every day.

New Orleans Mourning PbNew Orleans Mourning PbWhen the smiling King of Carnival is killed at Mardi Gras, policewoman Skip Langdon is on the case. She knows the upper-crust family of the victim and that it hides more than its share of glittering skeletons. But nothing could prepare her for the tangled web of clues and ancient secrets that would mean danger for her--and doom for the St. Amants....
"Smith is a gifted writer."
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French Quarter (Hot in the City)French Quarter (Hot in the City)

The decadence of Bourbon Street is beckoning…
 
When prim, proper Liz Marsh suspects her fiancé is cheating on her, she’s almost too embarrassed to hire a P.I. to prove it. And when she gathers her courage and walks into Jack Wade’s office, she has no idea he’ll be the sexiest man she’s ever encountered, nor that his light Cajun accent will make her tingle in all the wrong—or is that right?—places.
 
After Jack brings her questionable yet undeniably arousing evidence, the only solution is for Liz to get a closer look with her own eyes. And Jack is more than happy to show her everything she’s been missing. One night in the French Quarter’s entrancing red light district, and Liz finds herself caught up in the provocative allure of an erotic new atmosphere and the sudden, urgent need to experience it for herself—with Jack.
 
Jack’s normally a keep-it-casual guy, but as nights with Liz get hotter, so do Jack’s feelings for the seductive woman in his arms. Bourbon Street decadence beckons and Liz embarks on a sizzling journey of sexual awakening that has her more willing to shed her inhibitions minute by carnal minute. But someone else has noticed her insatiable appetite for sensual adventure, someone who’s just beginning to realize what he’s lost—and who’s determined to tear Jack and Liz apart…
 
Warning: Contains sizzling hot sex any way she wants it—and a man (or two) more than willing to show her the ropes. Let the good times roll, baby!


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