Saint Souffrance

Curses abound as angels fall from the heavens to enact vengeance against the mortal sinners…

After the events of Mardi Gras, Oracle Winchester wanted nothing more to get back to her normal life and routine, but that wasn't going to happen. A phantom killer has been stalking the halls of Nola General Hospital for nearly a century and has no plans of stopping and Oracle is pulled into a centuries old curse that was still alive and well into the modern age.
Oracle has spent the last year settling into her new romance with Drake Blackthorne and delving deeper into each new erotic experience with him. Their romance is not without its pitfalls and problems as her stalker has grown bolder and more threatening to Oracle.

She was on edge with every text message, every call and every gift that he left to remind her of the dark past she tried so hard to forget. Drake had also grown suspicious of her secretive behavior, as her memories unlock darkness from her past. Her only recourse would be to tell Drake everything, but was she willing to place him in harm's way by revealing the truth? But Drake was no longer the only one who wanted to know more of Oracle's past. Victor Truman was getting closer to the truth and will expose her no matter what the cost may be.
A former flame has now returned to Oracle's life, and she couldn't be happier to have Quinn back. However, does that mean her relationship with Drake is in peril? She is willing to continue opening her heart to Drake, but Quinn's presence stirs up old feelings in Oracle that she cannot ignore.
Can Oracle catch the phantom stalker before he strikes again or will someone close to her become the latest victim in the long line of people she has crossed paths with?

The danger surrounding Oracle and those she holds dear grows exponentially by the day as bodies drop at her feet by her stalker.

He is watching, waiting and willing to destroy everything Oracle has built.

Just as the Saint Souffrance is wreaking vengeance in Nola General, Oracles stalker is doing the same around the French Quarter.

Bodies fall, angels kill and blood soaks the cobblestone streets of New Orleans.