Sunday, March 17, 2013

As Time Goes On…History of Saint Patrick’s Day and What it Means to Me




It’s that special time of the year where you have to pile on the green or be prepared to get pinched. Have you ever wondered where this crazy tradition started? I know most people know it’s an Irish holiday but why do we observe it and when did the pinching start? The Irish have observed the feast of Saint Patrick for over a thousand years. The traditional Irish celebration includes dancing, drinking and a feast. Now what does that feast include? Bacon and Cabbage.

What is it with Bacon it sure is popping up everywhere it seems … Moving on … Have you ever wondered where the Shamrock came from and why it is used? The Shamrock is a symbol of the rebirth of spring and its use began to be prominent when the English started to take over the Irish lands and outlaw the Irish language and practice of Catholicism. This was how the Irish men and women were able to keep their pride and show their displeasure with the Crown of England.

Most of the music you hear during Saint Patrick ’s Day stems from the ancient days of the Celts. Music is of major importance in most Irish national’s lives and using the Celtic Music was a perfect way to express this. Most of the culture the Celts observed is passed on through music. This also helped during the days of the oppression for native Irish citizens to remember all of the events that had transpired through their history. This worked up until Queen Elizabeth I put a ban on music, well not must music but all Arts. Anyone caught performing as an artist or piper was to be arrested and hanged on the spot.

Now who was Saint Patrick and why does he have this day of feast? Most people have heard the tales of how he stood hilltop and banished the snakes from Ireland. For those of you who know Ireland’s history you might recall that Snakes are not indigenous to Ireland. The ‘snake’ was used as a metaphor; the reality of it was Saint Patrick helped eradicate pagan ideology from Ireland. Within a short time (200 years) Christianity had completely taken over and became the religion of choice.

And finally, The Leprechaun. Did you know that the Leprechaun was not associated with St. Patrick’s Day until Walt Disney made a film called “Darby O’Gill & the Little People”? Prior to this, Lebrechauns came from the Celtic believe in fairies. They were tiny men and women and the possessed magical abilities and could serve good or evil. They were cranky souls and known for their trickery. So you see The Leprechaun aspect is very Americanized and has nothing to do with the actual meaning and tradition of the Catholic Holy Day of March 17th.

Now that we have all the facts down, what does this mean to me? Growing up my Grandfather always made sure to express how important the Irish roots are in our family. You see, most of you know that the Blood Series is from my Arabic roots but there is a whole other half of me, my mom’s half. The Irish half. The one thing everyone who knew my grandfather can attest too was how he always ‘prayed for the Irish.’ His last month with us he would talk to me about my writing, he was just as excited as I was when I was accepted at XoXo Publishing. However, the one thing I was lacking, according to him, was a good Irish story. He made me promise him that there would be characters based on his roots, based on our family and that they would not be vampires. That still makes me laugh. Thus the birth of Bud’s Christmas Wish, which I am turning into a holiday series, book two will be Bud’s Christmas Miracle. (I have to give my hubby props for that, as he came up with the title)

My grandpa had a green suit, he was the tallest Leprechaun in the world – or so I thought when I was a wee little girl. He used to do a dance outside of the garage that magically opened the doors. It was all part of his Irish-ness…to me. While I never have been to Ireland I very much feel like the Irish is a part of my roots. My grandfather kept our heritage alive and inside of me. My mother says that the movie ‘Waking Ned Devine’ resembles his family and I remember the look he always made when I teased about that.

So I sit here, March 17th, 2013, the first Saint Patrick’s Day without my beloved Grandfather and my heart feels sad. I miss the man who taught me so much, the man who made me laugh and the man who gave me a culture that is cherished by so many around the world.

 
Check out my New Release Maverick Touch: The Cat coming out Monday March 25th!
Reporter Nadia Maverick takes an adventure through the underbelly of her town where she discovers that even the criminal life she had been reporting on isn't quite like it seemed.

Things turn bad for Nadia when in the middle of an investigation the tables are turned and she becomes the one under the watchful eye of Mr. A. Everyone becomes a suspect when Nadia turns up missing.

Who will be there to set her free? Read and see.





If a dream is a wish your heart makes, can it hear those things we want even if we don’t what they are? When sorrow brings young Lucy home to a land full of mystery, steeped in tradition and coloured with unspoken magic, she finds herself re-evaluating her life and her own place in it. Things are never what they seem and people are seldom what you THINK them to be if all you base it on is what your eyes see and not what your soul knows. There’s a fine line between destiny and duty, but when both are blended with love, who knows what miracles can occur at Christmas.
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In a world we think we know, live other races entirely hidden from the mortal perspective. Creatures of legend, of fable and myth, their very history and nature have allowed them to walk side by side with humans since time immemorial. They are warriors, they are hunters, and they are Algula. Vampire. And in their own midst, a battle is brewing for supremacy, for dominance, that can and will affect all around them. Old hatred never dies and vengeance is a fiery sword that cuts a bloody swath.
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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog Take 2 Day 4: Featuring Johanna Rae

I am very excited to host Johanna Rae. Her first book, The Mercenary is one of the best books I have ever read about shifters. And I love shifters! It was amazing so this excerpt I was totally jonesing to read when she sent it to me. I hope you enjoy it!!




I chose this scene to share because I feel it sets the tone for the whole book. It is presented to the reader part way through Chapter One and gives hint to the turbulent emotions Jodie is experiencing after where book one in the series finished off. It also provides an insight as to the style I write my shape shifters in, giving the reader a taste of all aspects of their life, not just their human sides. The Fury is estimated to be released near the middle of 2013.

EXCERPT FROM
Therian Secrets Book Two – The Fury
Johanna Rae

If Doug got engrossed enough in his work she might have as long as thirty minutes, if bored she could have as short as ten. Jodie needed to make it all the way across the expansive back lawn to the security fence before Doug did his next sweep.
Being as quiet as possible Jodie crept into the kitchen, shutting the door behind her. She tiptoed down the security passage, and pushed open the heavy steel door at the other end. Could it really be that simple? She wondered as she escaped out into the night.
The evening dew had already settled on the grass, and it felt refreshingly cool under her hot Therian feet. Jodie’s giraffe printed pajamas flapped about her legs as she ran, her long black hair billowing out behind her. I’m free! I’m going to make it; I’m actually going to make it.
She realized her mistake a split second ahead of time but by then she’d already put her hand on the security panel of the gate to the woods, fingers clasped around the wrought iron handle. They never locked it from the house side, so Jodie didn’t have to know the combination.
However as she began to drag open the gate, she realized even without being locked it would trip a sensor when opened, Doug would know she’d escaped. Just as the thought crossed her mind the overhead floodlights came on, illuminating Jodie like a performer on stage. For a second or two she froze and looked back at the house, her hair whipping about her face in the light breeze. Maybe Doug wouldn’t notice.
Yeah right. The heavy steel door to the house burst open, swinging back on its hinges so hard it almost closed again. Rufus stopped it with his arm, the muscles bunching in his bicep as he absorbed the impact. Oh great, Doug sent Rufus.
“Jodie!” He yelled as his massive bulk bypassed all six steps and sailed down to the ground below. “Don’t do this girl!”
I’ve got the gate open, what am I waiting for? Realization hit and Jodie bolted. As soon as she’d made it out of Rufus’s line of sight, Jodie stripped off her nightclothes and shifted forms. When the golden spotted fur had rolled down her limbs, and her body flowed into its alternate shape, Jodie felt as comforted as if she were in the company of an old friend.
At six feet seven and with the body mass of a small country, she knew that it would not take Rufus long to get to the gate. Though she sprinted as fast as she could, Jodie knew that she didn’t have much chance of outrunning him.
An almighty bellow told her he had shifted too. Rufus’s second form could be just as intimidating as his human one. As with most Therians, his polar bear stood much larger than it would be found occurring in the wild, those long lumbering strides of his would cover ground fast. Jodie had speed on her side but she took several strides for every single one of his. Flattening her ears against the sides of her head and growling deep in her throat, Jodie fought to push herself even harder.
She could hear branches snapping as the bear crashed through the undergrowth. Desperate to put distance between them, she pushed onward.  The plan had seemed like such a good idea fifteen minutes ago. Now Jodie tore through the forest in the wrong direction, trying to outrun someone fighting to protect her, someone she cared about. What the hell am I doing?
Behind her Rufus gained ground much quicker than she’d anticipated. He bellowed again, and Jodie felt the sound in her very bones. How angry is he? Jodie had never made Rufus mad before, and she didn’t think now a very good time to start.
Though not as articulate or academically smart as some of the guys in the Unit, Rufus Ramanui had a sense of honor that spoke for itself. A gentleman in every sense of the word, he fought hard for those he loved. The most selfless person Jodie knew, Rufus protected his family with a fierceness that could not be put into words. Even though Jodie wasn’t actually an agent in the unit, nor of his blood, Rufus had told her several times that he classed her as family. He wouldn’t let her get away, how could he? How could he keep her safe if she went off roaming around in the woods by herself?
Jodie caught a scent, and her feline instincts started to kick in. Oh crap, how long is it since I last hunted? Jodie knew the answer, too long. As unavoidable as that might be, she didn’t want to think about it right now. She tried to keep running from Rufus, but every part of her wanted to chase after the possum that she’d smelled.  Jodie’s paws skidded in the dirt as it finally got the better of her, and she made a sharp banking turn, taking off in the other direction.
Even upon bear features Jodie could see the surprise as she ran straight at Rufus. He tried to slow down but he’d gathered considerable speed, making it almost impossible to come to a dead stop so suddenly. Jodie dropped into a crouch and then sprang upward, jumping right over his enormous form. It would take time for Rufus to turn and pick up pace. Even though it hadn’t been intentional, Jodie had just given herself a lead. Another roar echoed through the trees as she pelted through the undergrowth. Yep, he’s definitely pissed off.
Jodie had the possum between her teeth when Rufus caught up to her. Lying relaxed on the leaf-littered forest floor, she began to devour her prize. Dragging himself into a sitting position, he towered above her, looking down in quiet discernment.


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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog Take2! Day 1featuring: Tracey Steinbach


I'm pleased to welcome Miss Tracey Steinbach to my blog. She writes about how she comes up with her names...I have to say that's always part of my fun too! Enjoy!!



In your upcoming works in progress or new releases, what did you find most challenging to write, or what gave you the most enjoyment accomplishing, aside from finishing the writing? 

In anything I write, I find transitions the most challenging. I know where I want to go with the story but getting there isn’t always an easy journey.  My characters take on minds of their own and sometimes what they want isn’t in my plans.  I enjoy the journey along with my heroes and heroines. It’s fun to see where they start and where they end up. 

Coming up with names for my characters is almost always a challenge. I use baby name sites online, searching by name meaning or origin. I also ask friends for input. I’ve also posted a description on my Facebook author page and asked for input from fans. I like getting feedback. 

I’m working on my first action/adventure romance. Describing explosions, showing action instead of telling, is a test of my writing skills.

I get great enjoyment out of making people laugh. Knowing I wrote something that had my reader grinning or laughing out loud is something I strive for when I write. If I have amused someone, I’ve accomplished something great.





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Her Christmas Tree

Gray and Harrison

Cassie’s Choice



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