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Product Details

  • Series: Annabelle Lee (Book 2)
  • Mass Market Paperback: 432 pages
  • Publisher: Pocket Books; 1ST edition (March 27, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1439189870
  • ISBN-13: 978-1439189870
  • Product Dimensions: 7.4 x 4.3 x 1.2 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.4 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (38 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,025,595 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Stacey Jay has published in the genres of erotica, paranormal romance, middle grade, and YA, using a variety of pseudonyms. This is her second urban fantasy. She’s been a full-time mom/writer since 2005 and can't think of anything she'd rather be doing. Her former careers include theater performer, professional dancer, poorly paid C-movie actress, bartender, waiter, math tutor, and yoga instructor. She lives in California with her husband and children.

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Nightmares suck. Not being able to wake up from one sucks even more.

But that’s what happens when you double up on sleep aids the night after an unexpected murder-investigation-inspired visit from your ex-boyfriend.

But maybe I’d be okay right now if I’d had a nice, calm sandwich before bed instead of a few beers and extra-cheesy nachos, topped off with extra-strength Benadryl, in the hopes that Alcohol and Antihistamine would heroically join forces and fight back the evil duo of Jalapeño Sauce and Stupidity, allowing me to snag a few hours of REM sleep.

Maybe I’d still be okay, if I hadn’t popped a Restalin an hour later, on the off chance that Alcohol and Antihistamine needed some insomnia-crime-fighting help.

All things considered, I earned this. I deserve it. And I know it’s just a dream.

But that doesn’t make the solo trudge through the menacing darkness any easier.

I’m walking barefoot through the swamp, mud oozing between my toes, an unseasonably cold wind reminding me with every step that a T-shirt and bikini panties aren’t the best choice for a walk outside the iron gates. I shouldn’t be out here after dark without some serious protective outerwear. I’m immune and the fairies will probably leave me alone, but the gators and snakes don’t care if my blood kills the Fey.

Ugh. Snakes. Shudder.

On cue, the mud beneath my feet spits forth a legion of snakes that slither between my legs, hissing and twitching, baring their glistening fangs, but refusing to go ahead and bite me already. Because biting would take the edge off the fear of being bitten—the jaw-locking, bone-shuddering, skin-crawling fear inspired by all those hard, reptilian bodies squirming around my ankles. The fear that swells even larger when the moon slips from behind a cloud and I get a good look at the shoreline spreading out in front of me.

Nothing but snakes and snakes and more snakes as far as the eye can see, an undulating carpet of horror that, for a moment, I’m stupid enough to believe is as scary as this dream is going to get.

And then it gets worse.

Of course it does.

Because that’s what nightmares do.

Grace Beauchamp materializes under a nearby cypress, glowing like she’s swallowed a piece of the moon. She looks the way she did the last time I saw her, after her mother-sister and father-brother killed her and dumped her body outside the gates. Her extra-small child’s nightgown is muddy, her pink bow lips are torn, peeling back to reveal crooked little teeth. Her white-blond braids are fuzzy and coming undone on one side.

“Your cat ate my hair tie,” she says in a bell-ringing-inches-from-your-ear voice that’s painful to listen to.

“I’m sorry.” I cross my arms and squeeze my legs together, trying to ignore the snakes and pretend her face doesn’t make me want to scream. “Gimpy eats crazy things.”

“That was my favorite hair tie.”

Don’t you have bigger grudges to hold, kid? What about the family members who murdered you?

Instead, I say, “I’m really sorry.” It’s tacky to pick fights with dead people. Especially dead children.

“No you’re not.” What’s left of her nose wrinkles. “I’m dead. You think I don’t matter.”

“No. Of course I—”

“But you’re wrong.” She drifts toward me, floating above the carpet of snakes. As she passes, they scream and shrivel into black curlicues, as if her moonglow feet are made of blue fire. “Dead people matter, Annabelle. Sometimes, they matter more than the living.”

Like Caroline, I think.

“Just like Caroline,” Grace says, privy to my unspoken thoughts in the way of dream people. “But you can’t see her face anymore, can you? You’ve forgotten what she looked like.”

Yes, I have. “No, I haven’t.”

“Your own sister.” A piece of her ruined lip curls. “That’s horrible. You’re bad. I’m glad I didn’t know you very well when I was alive.”

“Thanks.” I barely resist the urge to roll my eyes.

“You’re not welcome.”

“You know, I heard you weren’t the nicest person yourself,” I say, even though I know she’s right. I am horrible. And I have started to forget. I held Caroline after she was bitten by fairies, watched the convulsions of the severely allergic snap her spine and shatter her teeth before she was allowed to die. Even if I hadn’t spent sixteen years looking up to my older sister, I never thought I’d forget the pain on her face that last night.

But I have.

“And now you’re picking on a murdered kid.” Grace sounds like she’s about to cry. “I was six years old. I couldn’t even tie my own shoes.”

“Sorry,” I mumble.

“I couldn’t use the microwave by myself, except for the popcorn button.” She swoops closer, destroying snakes at a rate that would be encouraging if I weren’t starting to wonder what will happen to me when she gets close enough to touch. “I couldn’t run my bath, or ride my bike without training wheels, or give myself my shots.”

The shots. The same shots the invisible people who were running Breeze in the bayou gave me after I was bitten. I’m immune, so was Grace, and unlike 95 percent of the human population, we shouldn’t have had to worry about the effects of fairy bite. But both of us were affected, in the form of headaches and messed up eyes and . . . magic.

Real magic. The kind that allows you to manipulate matter with your mind, float objects through the air, and eventually disappear and reappear at will if the rest of the Invisibles are any indication. Both Grace and I were approached by these unseen folks and told to inject ourselves with mystery medicine every four weeks to keep from catching bad cases of crazy.

Grace’s mother-sister, Libby, stopped giving Grace the shots months ago, hoping she’d die without them. She didn’t. She went off the deep end, killed the bunnies for the Easter raffle, and tried to off Libby by dropping a box of canned pickles on her head. Unfortunately, she failed, and Libby smothered Grace in her sleep, framed my best friend, Fernando, for the murder, and killed her housekeeper—and very nearly myself—in an attempt to cover her tracks.

But Libby got her just desserts. I was there when the leader of the invisible people took care of Libby and her brother, James. I heard the satisfaction in the Big Man’s voice as he sent them to their shared hot tub in hell. The pleasure he took in their murders made me hope I’d never have to not see the man again.

Then tonight he’d sent Tucker, his right-hand man, with his “present”—the motorcycle he promised me if I survived the anaphylactic shock from Libby’s killer shrimp muffin and healed my ex-boyfriend’s fiancée’s bullet wound. I did both, saving myself, Stephanie, and her unborn child, ensuring Stephanie would live happily ever after with the man I think I’m still in love with.

“That’s stupid. Hitch hates you,” Grace says. “He’s going to marry Stephanie and they’re going to have the cutest baby ever.”

“I know.”

“Way cuter than if you and Hitch had a baby.” She coasts to a stop a few feet away, close enough that I can feel her ghost power tingling along my skin. “Stephanie’s a lot prettier than you.”

“I know.” I fight the urge to step back. The tingling isn’t a good feeling, but at least it’s scared off the snakes. I’m back to standing in plain old mud, and appreciating it a lot more than I did when this dream started.

“You should call Cane. See if he’ll take you back.”

Cane would take me back. At least I think he would. But not until I’m ready to promise him Forever. As much as I love him, Forever still scares me. What if I can’t be the person he needs me to be? How can I vow to love and honor him when I’m still carrying a torch for someone else?

“A pointless torch,” Grace says. “That’s going to burn you.”

I go ahead and roll my eyes. “What are you? My mom?”

“No, your mom wouldn’t talk to you this much.”


“Just telling it like it is.” She shrugs. “You shouldn’t let Cane go. He’s nice.”

“I know.”

“Too nice for you.”

“I know.”

“Because you mostly suck. Even the FCC isn’t sure they want you anymore.” She giggles a mean giggle. “I mean, who gets suspended from scooping fairy poop? Can’t a monkey do your job?”


She crosses her arms and huffs, sending a piece of lip flapping. “Don’t think I’ll stop telling the truth just because you stop fighting back.”

“You’re not telling the truth.”

“I am.” She floats close enough that the tingle becomes a sting. “I’m a messenger from the other side.”

“You’re chips with jalapeño sauce and refried beans.”

“Really?” Her face snaps into sharper focus and suddenly the air seems colder, the nightmare bigger. A breeze ruffles the bo...

Customer Reviews

Hitch is a large part of this book, too.
Loved this book,,,anxiously awaiting the 3rd in the series; hopefully there will be one!!
Brandee S.
It keep me guessing up until the very end.
Miss Vain's Paranormal Fantasy

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8 of 8 people found the following review helpful By GoldiReviews on March 27, 2012
Format: Mass Market Paperback
"S*** happens. The only thing I have power over is how I deal with the s***."

This sequel to Dead on the Delta exceeded all my expectations and thoroughly impressed me. Jay gives us the two things I wanted more of after reading the first one: a more in depth mythology of the fairies and more romantic and sexual tension than I could shake a stick at. One of the strongest aspects of these books is Annabelle herself, and that continues to be true here. Annabelle has a nice character arc so far. She really is quite the enigma: an unmotivated and irresponsible heavy drinker who somehow manages to wake up early and get stuff done. Some of the most heartwarming scenes are between Annabelle and young DeeDee, the little girl who lost her mother in book one and has decided to make it her mission in life to be adopted by Annabelle. Her endearing oddities mirror Annabelle so well that they really are the perfect little pair.

All my favorite men are back for round two - Hitch, Cane, and Tucker. Hitch and Annabelle continue their love/hate relationship while Annabelle tries to sort out her feelings for her no longer single and father-to-be ex boyfriend. Cane continues to pine after Annabelle and try to convince her to take the plunge and make a bigger commitment to him. Its no secret that he is not my favorite of Annabelle's suitors, but the man does love her, that's for sure. Meanwhile, Tucker continues to lounge seductively in various spots around Annabelle's house and do mysterious and creepy things. I am pleased that he makes more appearances in Blood on the Bayou and hope we can expect even more from him in the future. -Sigh- Lucky gal.
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7 of 7 people found the following review helpful By Amber I @ AwesomeSauce on March 27, 2012
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Wow, what an amazing follow up. Seriously if you have not started this series yet you must go now and read Dead on the Delta! These 2 books will totally suck you in. I love when I can say the second book is as awesome if not more awesome then the first.

Poor Annabelle really has no idea who she can trust. It seems everyone around her has their own secrets and her poor world is tearing apart. Then there are the surprises the fairies throw her way! One fairie in particular starts haunting her dreams and threatening to kill everyone she has ever loved. He can even breach the border!! She learns that now that she has been taking the shots she has a lot of new gifts and some of them might get her killed.

We must talk about all the yummy men in her life. There is Cade who seems nice and loyal and someone who she can trust and lean on.. But is he?? Then there is Hitch the ex love of her life who she may never get over. But he has a whole ton of baggage including a soon to be wife and soon to be baby. But these two have steamy chemistry and its hard not to pine over him when we are in Annabelles head. Then there is Tucker! Who shares a lot of her gifts. He is also gorgeous and has that bad boy vibe, but with him she wouldn't have to keep any secrets. But he also works for the bad guy! All of these men have their own secrets and all of them I LOVE!

If you are looking for a new unique world filled with just non stop awesomeness then you have found it right here!! I read this in 1 sitting it was that unputdownable!!! Blood on the Bayou, was just a perfect balance of awesomesauce!!! Go check it out.

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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By jen719 on March 28, 2012
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Annabelle Lee is a Fairy Containment and Control agent and has been known to be immune to fairy venom which has helped her in past investigations. She is now being asked by her ex-lover, Hitch, to help with discovering the whereabouts of a secret weapons lab and the culprit behind the murder of a FBI agent. Annabelle is trying desperately to cover her new fairy venom induced magical abilities from everyone around her including Hitch. She injects herself with a mysterious serum from the Big Man to help keep the hallucinations and fairy induced madness that comes from being bitten under control. She agrees to help Hitch with his investigation but the more she becomes involved with the assignment, the more she finds that the people that she once trusted have become her worst enemies.

This novel absolutely blew me away. It picks right up after the ending of "Dead on the Delta" and Annabelle is dealing with the aftermath of those events. She has been bitten by a fairy and has to take mysterious injections to prevent her from slipping into fairy-induced madness. Her relationship with Cane is on hold because of what happened with Hitch and she isn't quite sure what is happening in her love life. So, when Hitch asks her for help, she isn't sure what to do. She still has feelings for him because their relationship didn't end well and they still have some unresolved issues left to deal with there. But she agrees to help him and she gets more than she bargained for with this assignment. This book is a roller-coaster ride from beginning to end and there is absolutely no way that I would want to live in Annabelle's world. It is just too scary and you have no idea who to trust until it is almost too late. I hope there will be a book three that continues the series so I can see where Anabelle's story goes from here.
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Stacey Jay is a recovering workaholic (or at least working hard at recovering). She writes YA fantasy romances and adult urban fantasy. Learn more at

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