The La Roux ancestral home may be gone, but the horror it once sheltered is still alive. Marigold is hunted, tormented by a demon that hungers for her to kill. She doesn’t know how much longer she can resist. In a desperate attempt to keep her sanity, Marigold flees to the rusted remains of a paddle steamer, deep in the heart of the Louisiana bayous. Here, the only people she encounters are long since dead. The ghosts that haunt the boat are possessive and territorial. They keep the demon from entering. But there are many lost souls that roam the backwaters. They are drawn to the boat, to the life on board. Marigold’s hiding place may soon become her grave. Isolated and trapped, Marigold and Louis fight to resist the sinister forces mounting around them. But when night falls and the fog rolls in, the ghosts become hungry and restless. A sacrifice must be made. Her sanity or her life; they won’t allow her to keep both. "This is the second book I have read by Sara Clancy and I must say I loved them both! The characters are wonderful and the stories are so scary! I read these books at night with the lights off and I must admit I have to get up and turn on a light once or twice. Keep up the good work, looking forward to the next one." -Kelly N. "Great read. I am enjoying reading all of your books. They are real page turners. When I finish one book, I can't wait for the next one. Keep them coming. The characters seem so alive and interesting. I can't get enough. Totally keeps you on the edge of your seat." - Reader "This is a great book." - Reader "I really like this series!" -Reader "Love the series. Can't wait for the last book in the trilogy." - Karrie "This book is an excellent bridge between Black Bayou and the 3rd story in the trilogy. It is another fast-paced novel that leaves you wanting more." - Cheryl K. "A very good sequel to Black Bayou. Very scary! All in all, I enjoyed the book and I'm looking forward to the finale." - Reader "I have lost a lot of sleep. Could not put them down. Can't wait for the third one to come out." - Reader "Loved this series!" - K. "Inherit a title but you also inherit a demon who requires bloody murder sacrifices. This is one severely twisted family that Marigold finds she is part of. Add in ghosts, voodoo, New Orleans and this ride is fleshing out to be quite a story!" - Reader Long thick strips of blood streaked over the deck, a visible track of every inch the body had travelled. Her ribs throbbed as she stripped off her sweater and hurriedly began to mop up the blood stains. All the thin nylon did was push the crimson liquid around. A car door slammed shut and she flipped her head up. Without thought, she pushed her hand through her hair, only noticing the blood on her hands afterwards. She told herself that it was okay, her natural hair color would hide most of it. She threw her sweater to the side, as far along the back of the boat as she could. There was some outdoor furniture on the front deck, a little sitting area Louis had arranged in an attempt to make the place seem a bit more welcoming. She made it across the place just as Louis jogged up the makeshift gangplank. He met her eyes and a soft, easy smile spread across his face. "Well, hey there, cher!" His southern drawl was sweet and husky and soothed the panicked core of her being. But Louis Dupont was an observant man and it didn't take more than a second for him to notice something was off. He didn't hesitate to rush towards her. "I'm okay," she said hurriedly. "I just fell over and cracked my head. It's not bad." He didn't believe her for a second, she could see it in his eyes, but he nodded and forced a smile again. With gentle fingers, he nudged at her chin to get a better look at her temple. "Did you hit your head on anything metal? We might have to give you a tetanus shot." "No, it was a table top." Again, he watched her carefully but didn't comment. Marigold released his wrist but kept her eyes on him, worried that he might dash off to the side any second to investigate. But she needn't have worried. Louis fell into step behind her and patiently followed her to the lower deck. The kitchen was towards the back of the boat. Even with all the dumbbell waiters that had once lifted the food to the dining hall and further on to the ballroom, it still must have been a pain for anyone who had worked on the ship in its prime. Before a hurricane had promptly relocated it into the inland swamps. It must have been beautiful when it was first built. A classic paddle streamer designed to let people travel the Mississippi River in style. When the fog thickened and the tide rolled in, it almost looked like it once had. At that time, it looked like it was floating. But eventually the tide receded and the boat was once again left abandoned in the reeds. Only a few stubborn guests and staff had refused to leave as the storm had brewed. She didn't know the exa