Tuesday, October 15, 2013


Title: The Ghosts of Rue Dumaine

Author: Alexandrea Weis

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours


Book Description:

Ready to get her life back on track after ending a painful marriage, Danica Giles

returns to the Creole cottage where she grew up in the New Orleans French

Quarter. Danica is anxious to rekindle her friendship with a former resident from

her old neighborhood, the seductive Gaston Deslonde. But Gaston isn’t exactly a

normal guy. The charming man has been dead for over a hundred and fifty years,

and the childish crush Danica once had on her ghostly playmate quickly turns

into something much deeper. When a handsome new man enters Danica’s life,

Gaston vows to do whatever he can to hold on to her. Danica soon discovers that

the most forbidden of all desires cannot be satisfied without paying a grave price.

Love can blur the lines between life and death when you are living among The

Ghosts of Rue Dumaine.


Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Ghosts-Rue-Dumaine-Alexandrea-Weis/




Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and

raised in New Orleans. Her first novel, To My Senses, introduced readers to the

world of Nicci Beauvoir and garnered numerous awards and rave reviews. Her

popular second Nicci Beauvoir novel, Recovery, won the Gold Medal for best

romantic suspense from The Reader’s Favorite Book Awards 2011, and was

named best Romantic Suspense novel by the Spring 2011 NABE Pinnacle Book

Awards. Her fourth novel, Broken Wings, won best Contemporary Romance

by the NABE Pinnacle Book Awards in 2012, was a Silver Medal winner in

the ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year Awards for Romance, as well as

a finalist in the USA Book Awards for Romance in 2012, and a finalist in the

Reader’s Favorite Book Awards for Contemporary Romance for 2012. Diary of

a One-Night Stand, was released in August 2012 and was named a Paranormal

Romance Guild’s Best Reviewed of 2012. Her last novel, Acadian Waltz was a

Readers’ Favorite Book Awards finalist for Best Contemporary Romance and

Best Southern Fiction. A permitted wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife

and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her

husband and pets in New Orleans.


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Danica leaned against the doorframe and reflected on the various stages of

childhood and adolescence she had gone through while occupying this room.

The rainbow-painted walls her mother had painstakingly decorated for her had

been replaced with posters of boy bands and television heartthrobs until her

mother had died. After the funeral, Danica had come home and removed all the

posters in a fit of rage, wanting to be surrounded once more by her mother’s

rainbows. The last year she had spent in this room, she had felt comforted by

those rainbows, as if her mother’s love had been forever sealed beneath the

paintbrush strokes on her walls.

"I missed this old place," she whispered.

A sudden rush of cold air moving down the hallway caused Danica to turn away

from the bedroom door and peer into the darkness behind her. She took a few

steps further down the hall until the aroma of cigar smoke mixed with a hint of

brandy wafted in the air around her. Danica remembered that smell. It had

always filled her bedroom whenever the dark man would appear.

"Is it you?" she softly called into the hallway. "It’s me, Danica. I’ve come back.

Just like I said I would."

Danica walked briskly past the entrance to the master bath to the final door at

the end of the hall. Without hesitation, she pushed the cypress door open and

walked inside the master bedroom. The light from the large picture window

overlooking the courtyard shone into the room, accentuating the deep burgundy

color of the carpet beneath her feet. She stepped into the center of the room and

observed the ceiling fan above. Danica waited, straining with every breath to

hear the slightest stirring.

"Welcome home," a man’s wispy voice resonated around her.

A hopeful smile curled the edges of Danica’s heart-shaped mouth. "Thank you,

Gaston. It’s good to be home."

A few minutes later, Danica returned to the living room, where she found Pat

scrolling through messages on her cell phone.

"Let’s sign the papers," Danica happily announced. "I want to get moved in as

soon as possible."

Pat gave her a wary going-over with her brown eyes. "You positive about this,

Danica? I need to make sure you’re aware that other tenants have had


"It’s fine, Pat. I know you said the place is haunted and people have had some

bad experiences, but this…." Danica waved to the room around her. "Just feels


Pat gave a skeptical shrug. "I have the papers ready back at the office. The rent

is eight hundred and fifty a month. Mr. Caruso wanted me to charge you the

same rate he charged your father. He insisted I make this as appealing to you as

possible. You must have made quite an impression on the old man when you

were a kid. He never cuts anyone a deal."

"Please tell Mr. Caruso I appreciate it."

Pat replaced her cell phone in her front jacket pocket. "Let’s turn off all of these

lights and head back to the office."

Suddenly, from the shuttered window beside them, three loud knocks

reverberated across the room.

Pat grabbed at her chest. "Jesus! What in the hell was that?"

Danica smirked as she watched the color drain from Pat’s perfectly made-up

face. "Just someone outside on the street banging on the wall…happened a lot

when I was a kid. Drunk tourists would often bang on the shutters at all hours."

Pat regained her composure. "Of course, you’re right. I didn’t think of that."

Danica motioned to the pocket doors leading to the kitchen. "Let’s get you out of

here, Pat, before you have a heart attack."

"Gladly," Pat offered and rushed to the doors. "I never liked this place. I just hope

you know what you’re doing, Danica."

"I know," Danica asserted with a grin. "I’ve always known."


From the moment that you start reading this book, you are drawn into it.  The glory of the past
and present..............New Orleans at its finest and how the ghost(s) each have a major role.

The book is rich in history and the details are very in-depth. 

Angst and romance are unbound in this story...................I enjoyed reading it.


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