"The author's descriptions of the bayou and New Orleans are fantastic. I loved the characters. They felt real, like people I would like to know. This really is an unforgettable story...beautiful writing." ~ djfaz
"Reading [Count the Roses] transports you straight to the rain drenched bayou country as you watch the story progress like a fly on the wall. [The author] has this ability to pluck you from your mundane daily life and take you straight into the lives, hearts and minds of her characters. " ~ cashmere
"I laughed, cried, and enjoyed every minute of this read.This is the kind of book that lives with you long after you finished reading. Five stars all the way." ~ az reader
From the Author
The landscape in Count the Roses
has always been a part of my life. Growing up, my family's stomping grounds ranged from St. Charles on the Gulf Coast to the then, tiny fish camps on into Florida along Hwy 98. I once spent part of a winter trapping with Cajun folk. They taught me how to skin any four-legged creature without drawing a drop of blood; how to set traps and how to 'measure' safe footing in wetlands. If you have ever crossed the Atchafalaya Basin Bridge on I-10, you have driven over some of the finest swamp in Louisiana. West of New Orleans is Cajun Country. It is an utterly magical land. Dusty back roads will take you to dead ends where a hand-painted sign might offer swamp tours by a local, or you might stumble upon a rough-sided, family owned cafe serving spicy boiled crawfish and the coldest beer on earth. Driving or biking on a levee you might come across a small cantina putting out happy fiddling zydeco music that will keep you smiling for days. Cajun culture is a closed society, yet the people are friendly and family honor is everything. New Orleans is grand and I love it, but backwater bayou country is where the real living gets done. Do visit.