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About Ruby
Product Description One of the most popular storytellers of all time, V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic, My Sweet Audrina) layers psychological suspense with sheer terror in this provocative first book of the Landry Family series—s oon to be a Lifetime movie! An innocent bayou girl is lost to New Orleans in this provocative novel by one of the most popular storytellers of all time. The only family Ruby Landry has ever known are her loving guardian Grandmere Catherine, a Cajun spiritual healer, and her drunken grandpere, Jack. Grateful for what she has, Ruby’s life is filled with hope and promise, especially when her attraction to handsome Paul Tate blossoms into a wonderful love affair. But when Paul’s wealthy parents forbid him to associate with a “lowly” Landry girl from the bayou and her grandmere dies, Ruby harnesses her pain into her dream of becoming a great painter. Stumbling upon a faded photograph of her father leads to revelations of a shocking blackmail scheme. Left to find answers on her own, Ruby hunts for her father leads to his massive mansion in New Orleans. Subjected to his world of lies, torment, and madness, Ruby clings to her memories of Paul, knowing that only true love might save her now. About the Author One of the most popular authors of all time, V.C. Andrews® has been a bestselling phenomenon since the publication of Flowers in the Attic, first in the renowned Dollanganger family series, which includes Petals on the Wind, If There Be Thorns, Seeds of Yesterday, and Garden of Shadows. The family saga continues with Christopher’s Diary: Secrets of Foxworth, Christopher’s Diary: Echoes of Dollanganger, and Secret Brother, as well as Beneath the Attic, Out of the Attic, and Shadows of Foxworth as part of the fortieth anniversary celebration. There are more than ninety V.C. Andrews novels, which have sold over 107 million copies worldwide and have been translated into twenty-five foreign languages. Join the conversation about the world of V.C. Andrews at Facebook.com/OfficialVCAndrews. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Ruby 1 Grandmere’s Powers A loud and desperate rapping on our screen door echoed through the house and drew both my and Grandmere Catherine’s attention from our work. That night we were upstairs in the grenier, the loom room, weaving the cotton jaune into blankets we would sell at the stand in front of our house on weekends when the tourists came to the bayou. I held my breath. The knocking came again, louder and more frantic. “Go down and see who’s there, Ruby,” Grandmere Catherine whispered loudly. “Quickly. And if it’s your Grandpere Jack soaked in that swamp whiskey again, shut the door as fast as you can,” she added, but something in the way her dark eyes widened said she knew this was someone else and something far more frightening and unpleasant. A strong breeze had kicked up behind the thick layers of dark clouds that enclosed us like a shroud, hiding the quarter moon and stars in the April Louisiana sky. This year spring had been more like summer. The days and nights were so hot and humid I found mildew on my shoes in the morning. At noon the sun made the goldenrod glisten and drove the gnats and flies into a frenzy to find cool shade. On clear nights I could see where the swamp’s Golden Lady spiders had come out to erect their giant nets for their nightly catch of beetles and mosquitos. We had stretched fabric over our windows that kept out the insects but let in whatever cool breeze came up from the Gulf. I hurried down the stairs and through the narrow hallway that ran straight from the rear of the house to the front. The sight of Theresa Rodrigues’s face with her nose against the screen stopped me in my tracks and turned my feet to lead. She looked as white as a water lily, her coffee black hair wild and her eyes full of terror. “Where’s your grandmere?” she cried frantically. I called out to my grandmother and then stepped
