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,
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