Traditions change. Every year it seems, a new one springs up and then your holiday is changed.
Growing up, Thanksgiving was Turkey on the table and my immediate family seated around the table. The meal itself was basic, but we always had Mom’s good china to eat it on.
When I was a single parent, the tradition became just my son and myself and that Turkey!
When I met my husband, it changed again.
Now it’s at the In-laws. The Turkey is cooked their way, as is the mashed potatoes. Gravy always made in the lid on top of the stove.
Over the years, so many things have changed, and so many have stayed the same. It’s the changes that make it interesting. Who will be at the table, what dish did they bring, what are they thankful for this year?
But I’m curious about other traditions. I’ve heard of crab for dinner on Thanksgiving, Ham. One of my relatives, (We miss you Ray Baptista!) often told me a story of eating Limburger cheese on bread with his sister. One of his favorite memories. And while I can’t swear it was on Thanksgiving.. It’s still a beautiful memory.
So come on, tell me. What are your Thanksgiving traditions?
Happy book birthday Light a Candle for the Beast!
Light a Candle for the Beast
Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Keywords: Romance, Paranormal, Paranormal Romance, Fairy Tale, Beauty and the Beast
Release Date: November 26, 2014
If you’ve ever been caught in a riptide, pulled down into the water, then you know me. Or, more accurately, what I’m like when I’m angry.
Delia was beautiful, smart, and kind. He wasn’t. He said he loved her, but he didn’t know what love was. He was manipulative and cruel—more than a thief. A beast.
All she wanted was a rose…
These are the words on my sister’s grave. Her sadness, her obsession, forever a reminder I didn’t–couldn’t save her.
I’m not vindictive or cruel. I’m simply as the river–my memory is winding and my reach is long. I watched him steal her beauty, her essence. Watched him become a beast. He thought he’d get away with it, thought he’d go free.
I lay a rose upon my sister’s grave.
Light a candle for the beast.
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About Echo Shea
Echo Shea is an Urban Fantasy writer. Known for fast-paced and sometimes chilling prose, she hunkers down at her desk with characters that not only enchant, but excite her. There’s something so freeing about writing beyond what seems possible.
Who says there’s not something more hiding in these Maryland woods?
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Love didn’t come in with the softness of a kitten’s fur, it came in with a resounding ROAR. Purr-fect Mating. Not your average Kitty-Cat romance.
Fhina and Wulfar have a little problem.
On their wedding night, at the stroke of midnight, Wulfar changes into his shifted wolf form and cannot shift back. Not even to communicate with the woman he loves.
Fhina, upon waking the day after their mating, no longer recognizes her mate. Pregnant and confused, she’s convinced herself her mate has run away and left her to live alone. With his dog.
Can the cursed pair find a counter charm before Fhina gives birth? Will Wulfar be able to curb his inclination to run?
Or will their mutual curses break up their love affair before it’s really even started.
“It’s just…Wulfy’s missing, and I thought—” The words stick in my throat. What if she won’t help? How will I ever find him?
“He’s what?” In the background, I can hear loud thumps and shouting. “I’m getting the duct tape out. I’ll use it this time, I swear it!”
“You will not.” I bite back a giggle.
“I might. You have no idea what I’m putting up with. They spent all week at Mom’s, and she hyped them up on pixie sticks and soda. I’ve exhausted a whole day peeling them off the ceiling. I’m just hoping when it wears off they’ll sleep for a week.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Did you say Wulfy is missing? How long’s he been gone? He’s probably off for a long run. Wolves do that, you know? Remember how Mom used to take off for days, leaving us with Aunt Ginger? Always claiming she was out hunting, when she was really in Vegas gambling?”
“But, I haven’t seen him in days.” I shove the notepad back and forth across the table.
“Did you, uhm…snap at him?”
“Well, fess up. What happened?”
“Nothing. I was on the phone with Mom and I uh…” I try to remember the conversation. “I told her about the doggy bowl I got for Wulfy. I even gave him the fancy new dog food I got for him. He scratched at the door and I let him out.”
“You got him a dog bowl?” Bella chokes.
“Well, yes. I thought it was a nice thing to do.”
Honestly, wolves. They never make sense, even in human form. Of course, I gave Wulfy a dog bowl, how else do you show a dog you love them? One can’t go around petting them 24/7.
*~ Book Strand~*
Fhina and Wulfar have a little problem–and it’s about to get a whole lot worse.
Purrfect Mating.. it can be found at Amazon.com..
It’s a race but it’s not about finishing first.
It’s about finishing under a month.
It’s about making a story.
A story that will live in your heart.
Because you see, you have this choice…
You can cheat
You can work hard
Or you can quit.
Or you can bring a story to life.
What will you do?