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Monday, August 5, 2019

Something Borrowed...


How many of us carry on wedding traditions without wondering where they came from or how they got started because they are so ingrained in our culture? Did you know the English believed that a spider found in a wedding gown is good luck? Seriously, if I found a spider in my wedding gown, said gown would need to be cleaned before any vows were exchanged.

Although most think of diamonds as the traditional wedding jewel, that custom didn’t get started until sometime in the 1500’s and began as a Venetian custom. In the symbolic language of jewels, a sapphire wedding ring means marital happiness but a pearl engagement ring is said to be bad luck because its shape echoes a tear. On the other hand, snake rings dotted with ruby eyes were popular wedding bands in Victorian England, their winding tails symbolizing eternity. Spiders and snakes; there seems to be a pattern here.

Closer to my family tree, although I’ve personally never witnessed this, besides rice to ensure fertility the bride and groom could be showered with peas and lentils at a Czech wedding.
In Holland, a pine tree is planted outside the newlywed’s home as a symbol of fertility and luck. 
Personally, this one sounds better than being pelted with pellets.

South Africa has a very sweet old custom of the parents of both the bride and groom carrying fire from their own hearths to light a new fire in the newlywed’s hearth. To me this speaks volumes about the acceptance of both families and wonderful new beginnings.

Ever wonder about why we have wedding cake? The tradition supposedly comes from ancient Rome where cakes were made of wheat and barley and after the ceremony the groom broke it over the brides head as a symbol of her fertility. Again, was someone spiking the punch because I’m not getting the connection?

Italian brides may carry a white silk or satin purse called a “busta” to carry wedding gifts of money given during the dancing which might features the traditional folk “Tarantella” or tarantula dance; again more spiders. I much prefer the custom of giving five sugared almonds that represent health, wealth, long life, fertility and happiness to each guest.

There is a lovely old French custom practiced at receptions, of the bride and groom each pouring a glass of wine from different vineyards into their glasses and then mixing them into another glass and each drinking from it.

One of the reasons June weddings are thought to be auspicious was because the Roman goddess Juno ruled over marriage, the hearth and childbirth. I don’t honestly think I know anyone that has been married in June. Winter and fall seem to be the seasons/months of choice in my family circle.
Hand-fasting was popular before Christianity took hold. Couples would cross and join hands, forming the symbol for eternity and pledge to stay together for a year and a day. If all was well after that time they could decide to stay joined. 

In many cultures the hands of the bride and groom are literally tied together to demonstrate their commitment to each other, giving us the phrase “tying the knot”. Going back further; ancient Roman brides wore a girdle of knots that the groom untied before consummating the marriage.

Although I’m Italian on my father’s side, my husband and I share a Croatian/Polish heritage and these are the weddings that I remember most. The wedding ceremony itself usually occurs in the morning with the reception that evening. First let me tell you that there are copious amounts of food and dancing at our wedding receptions.

Ever hear of the “Chicken Dance”? It’s a polka that is truly as ridiculous as it sounds and everyone gets into the act from the children to the great-grandparents. You open and close your fingers as if they were a beak, then flap your arms like wings, “shake your tail feathers” and clap four times before you turn and swing a partner around. If you’ve ever had a strenuous workout that was so much fun you forgot you were working out, that’s the best way I can describe this silly polka.

If we’re not dancing we’re eating. Some of our more traditional dishes, Kielbasa or as it’s known at our house, Polish Sausage, sauerkraut, pierogi’s, povitica and traditional kolatchky (filled nut cookies) are just a few of the dishes served and most of the time made by family members.
I’m leaving you today with a recipe for Pierogi, little potato and cheese filled dumplings that are a staple at most of our gatherings, including weddings.

Pierogi

Dough:                                                          Filling:
1 c. flour                                                      3-5 potatoes, boiled and drained
1 egg                                                            ½-1 onion, chopped & sautéed in butter   
¼ t. salt                                                         1 cup grated cheddar cheese                                                              
About 4 T. cold water

                                                                       
Mix the flour, egg, and salt with enough water to make medium-soft dough.  Knead well; then roll thin.  Cut into squares to make about 40 appetizer size portions. 

Mash your potatoes and add the sautéed onion and cheddar cheese, salt and pepper to taste and use as filling for pierogi. Place 1 t. (or whatever amount you need to fill the size you’re making) filling in center of each square or circle, fold over and pinch the edges to seal.

Drop into boiling, salted water and cook until the pierogi float to the top.  Drain and place on platter.

Melt about a half stick of margarine or butter (if using butter, heat and skim off all white milk solids—this is what burns when you fry them) and fry until golden or pour the melted butter over the boiled pierogi and keep warm until served.

Tradition is what calls us back and reminds us of whom we are and what better time for that than a celebration of a bride and groom’s new life together.What about you? What lovely wedding customs have been handed down in your family?

Happy Reading!
 
Paris Brandon

 




USA Today bestselling author Paris Brandon writes contemporary, paranormal, erotic and historical romance, throwing in a little mystery and suspense for good measure. She can be found most days bent over her keyboard creating worlds where sleeping beauty turns out to be a cursed bootlegger or an outlaw shifter is forced to go on the run with the assassin tasked with killing her.

When not dreaming up stories featuring heroes who aren’t intimidated by strong heroines, she can be found searching through antique and thrift stores for vintage treasures, or communing with nature, which is code for sitting on the patio with a cup of tea and a good book. And as with any activity, chocolate is usually involved.

Saturday, August 3, 2019

The first in the Maximum Security Series by Kat Martin #RomanticSuspense #KatMartin @katmartinauthor #RB4U




Today we welcome the fabulous Kat Martin

With her Spring 2019 release, THE CONSPIRACY

I always think it's great to get the background on a story so thanks, Kat for providing this. ~ Desiree Holt



Researching Columbia

Sometimes what you think is going to be a great idea for a novel turns out to be a whole lot of work!  That’s what happens when you realize the idea you are now in the middle of isn’t going to work the way you thought it would.

In THE CONSPIRACY, I got the idea for a book that started in Texas, moved to the Caribbean, and ended up in Venezuela.  With all the trouble country is having, I thought it would be a great setting for a Romantic Thriller. 

Unfortunately, after I was well into the book and started doing the necessary research for that segment of the story, I realized the geography I needed, and the rural setting didn’t exist in Venezuela.  I

I spent days digging around in South America, looking for a rainforest that could be reasonably reached from the Caribbean island of Aruba.  Nothing worked. 

Finally, I realized there actually was a spot that exactly fit the image in my head.  (This happens to writers all the time.  No one knows why.) The spot was in Colombia, a place I had no desire to write about, but fit the story exactly. 

So, I went to work researching a remote area of Columbia accessible from Aruba. 

Chase Garrett, the hero of THE CONSPIRACY, with the help of Harper Winston, the woman who hires him to find her missing brother, wind up in extreme danger in the  Columbian tropical forest.  It’s a very unusual place that required hours of research, but in the end, it was worth it.

I had my work cut out for me, finding which animals, reptiles, and birds lived in the area.  Reading about the customs of the indigenous tribes, and the politic.  Rebel armies inhabit the forest and they don’t like intruders. 

The research made THE CONSPIRACY one of the most challenging books I’ve written, but hopefully, it's one of my most interesting.  I hope you’ll look for THE CONSPIRACY, the first of my Maximum Security series, and that you enjoy.  Until next time, very best wishes and happy reading, Kat   



And now a taste of the book…

Chase watched the willowy blonde walk out of his office.  With her sleek pale blond hair, delicate features, and perfect complexion, she wasn't just pretty, she was lovely in the extreme.  He clamped down on a thread of sexual heat as she disappeared from view.

It surprised him.  He remembered hearing talk at the country club before she moved to Houston.  Rumor had it Harper Winston was an ice queen.  Her ex-boyfriend made jokes about taking a dead fish to bed.  Aside from being slightly irritated on her behalf as a former friend of her brother's, he hadn't paid much attention. 

Seeing her today, he wondered.  The woman who had come into his office to help her brother was passionately determined, willing to put herself in danger to find the brother she obviously loved.

He couldn't help but admire her.  And it made him doubt what her ex and the country club crowd had said.  All that fire had come from somewhere deep inside.  Maybe it just took the right man to stir the flames.

The thought didn't sit well.  The pull of attraction he had felt last night had only grown stronger today, reminding him of the first time he had seen her all those years ago.

She'd just turned sixteen that day.  He'd gone with her brother to her birthday party, he and Michael, both twenty-one, had just graduated from Yale.  He'd thought she looked like an angel.

Unfortunately, an angel who was his best friend's sister, way too young and completely out of his reach. 

Over the years he and Michael had gone their separate ways, Chase ending up in law enforcement, a life-long passion, Michael sliding deeper and deeper into drugs and alcohol--thanks to his no-good father.

Knox Winston was a gangster in expensively tailored business clothes.  His ruthless, shady dealings had made him obscenely rich, but at a tremendous cost. His wife had committed suicide. His son had overdosed more than once.

How the man had escaped prosecution for so many years was something Chase could not comprehend.

After his friendship with Michael had ended, Chase had stayed away from the family and until this morning, had every intention of keeping it that way.  Now a pair of big blue eyes clouded with worry and memories of a man he had once loved like a brother were dragging him back into the fold.

Chase silently cursed.  Grabbing his navy blazer off the back of the chair, he shrugged it on over his jeans and shirt and walked out into the open area the guys called the bullpen.

Nine oak desks arranged in rows of three were occupied by the independent contractors who worked at Maximum Security. Antique farming tools hung on the walls, along with framed photos of the ranch Chase owned with Reese and Brandon out in the Texas Hill Country. 

"Mindy, I need you to cancel my appointments for the next three days.  I may be gone longer.  If I am, I'll call and let you know."

"I'll take care of it, boss."  Mindy was a temp who had been working at The Max less than three weeks, replacing a long-time employee who had retired to spend time with her grandkids. 

Mindy was good.  He was thinking of bringing her aboard full time. 

"If a problem comes up, go to Bran or Jase. They should be able to handle it." 

"Okay."

Turning, he walked over to his youngest brother, who had just gotten off the phone.  Bran was a PI who specialized in person protection, law enforcement being a tradition on their mother's side of the family.  The Devlins, including Chase's grandfather, great grandfather, and a handful of uncles, had all worked as cops, FBI, or been career military men. 

His younger brothers were two very different people, Bran a former special ops soldier turned bodyguard, Reese the extremely successful businessman who ran Garrett Resources, the Texas-based oil company founded by their great-grandfather.  Both brothers had blue-eyes, but Reese's hair was black, Bran's dark brown.  Both were an inch taller than Chase's six-foot-two-inch frame.  

"Something's come up," Chase said to Bran.  "I'm leaving the country for a few days, maybe longer.  I need you to keep an eye on things while I'm gone."

"No problem.  What's up?"

"Missing person's case.  Michael Winston's disappeared.  His sister needs help finding him."

Bran grunted.  "Probably off drunk somewhere or loaded on drugs."

"According to Harper, he's turned his life around. Been clean five years."

Bran sat up a little straighter.  "Well that's good to hear.  He used to be a great guy before he went haywire."

"For his sister's sake, I hope he hasn't fallen off the wagon."

One of Bran's dark eyebrows went up.  "His sister?  I thought I recognized the luscious little blonde who was in here earlier. Seems to me you had a yen for her way back when."

"She was Michael's sister and way too young. Plus she's a Winston.  That family's nothing but trouble."

"So why'd you take the case?"

"Moment of weakness, I guess.  Or maybe for old time's sake.  Worst of it is Harper's going with me."

Brandon laughed.  "Jeez, big brother, you must have a masochistic streak."

He sighed just thinking about the hours he would be spending with the tempting little blonde.



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Meet Kat Martin

New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin is a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara where she majored in Anthropology and also studied History. Currently residing in Missoula, Montana with her Western-author husband, L. J. Martin, Kat has written sixty-five Historical and Contemporary Romantic Suspense novels. More than sixteen million copies of her books are in print and she has been published in twenty foreign countries. Her last novel, BEYOND CONTROL, hit both big lists … NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER LIST as well as the USA TODAY BEST-SELLING BOOKS LIST. Kat is currently at work on her next Romantic Suspense.


 




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