Once upon a time, an attorney from Texas moved to the U.S. Virgin Islands, bought a rainforest house, and learned to believe in everyday magic. She was me, and I fell in love, with the house, with the islands, and with the people I met there. If fiction is life without the boring parts, then it is no surprise that when I started writing novels, they set themselves in the never-boring USVI.

But it was more than just the house, islands, and people themselves that set the story of Katie & Annalise in motion in Saving Grace. It was a particular night at that particular house in the USVI, a night that proved my island-born husband right when he told little-ole-doubting me, “Pamela, you’ve got a jumbie in your house.” A jumbie as in a voodoo spirit? “Yeah, right.”

Or at least that’s what I thought until the night with the money.

To read the rest of this 100% true and scary tale (written with special permission from my husband Eric, who doesn’t really like to tell it), visit “Confessions of a Reader.” Be sure to let Marilou know I sent you.

Have a spooky weekend,

Pamelot

Please follow and like us:
Share →

2 Responses to The Night with the Money

  1. Bill Dorman says:

    Hoo do, voodoo; I smell do-do…..er, uh, money I mean……..

  2. I forgot to mention the other day that I wandered over and commented on her site – after reading the story. It is so wild, isn’t it?!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

CommentLuv badge

Pamela's Latest Blog

Want free stuff?

Get bonus e-books!

Find Pamela on social media!

Facebook
Instagram
Twitter
YOUTUBE
BookBub

Thiefing’s Uncool

EVERYTHING (posts, pictures, etc.) on this website are copyrighted to Pamela Fagan Hutchins, all rights reserved, and may not be copied, used, printed or distributed without my express written permission. You may link to the website and my posts. Questions? Ask me.