The 72 Hour Curse

Laina Broussard didn’t come to Los Angeles to “charge crystals under the moon.” She came because her mother took a hospital job and said this was a fresh start. Fresh starts taste different in Hollywood like oat-milk lattes and eucalyptus air and Laina is homesick for gumbo steam and her grandmother’s stories about feu follet lights in the cane fields.
When a clique of “witchy” girls invites her to a midnight cemetery hang, Laina rolls her eyes and goes anyway. The prank, the fog, the fall one mistake and she wakes up with someone else’s memories humming beneath her skin. She’s aging by the hour. Her hands spot, her back bends, and a voice in a language she’s never learned whispers of Berlin, 1946… and a missing Tarot deck built to trap hungry spirits.
Laina has seventy-two hours to break the curse: decipher a Holocaust survivor’s final search, make allies out of frenemies, and return what was stolen before her body and mind are claimed for good. Cozy, eerie, and threaded with real history, Tarot: The 72-Hour Curse is a warm cup held with trembling hands a mystery about how stories travel through us, and how we decide which ones we keep.