As bad as this copy of Renoir looks at first glance, it gets even worse when you read the blurb:
The legend of Voodoo Lucy lives on as Lucinda Jones continues her life of intrigue in New Orleans in the heart of the historic French Quarter. Her interesting, unique relationships are interwoven with drug dealer Felipe Cruz, New Orleans Detective Mario DeLuca, and Stella James, an on-again, off-again romance, as Lucy seeks to right the wrongs in her life.
Thanks, Voodoo Vito for writing such a speshul book. I hate to tell you, but not all relationships can be UNIQUE. (I guess I should be grateful that he didn’t say “more unique.”