Black Cats and Friday the 13th - Romance Writers Weekly - #lovechatwrite

I'm back blogging after a couple weeks away. One of those weeks I was in Las Vegas for the first time ever. What a place! Definitely somewhere to see at least once in your life. But it’s always wonderful to be home and get back to the usual routine.

This week on the Romance Writers Weekly Blog Hop, we’ve been asked…

Are you superstitious? Tell us about it.

It’s coincidence this was the topic this week, but I think it’s timely because of my recent visits to casinos LOL! Good luck charms and favourite teams are definitely on the list of things people are superstitious about. While I wouldn’t think I go overboard on it, I did find myself gravitating to the same slot machines because I thought they “liked” me better. Riiiigggghhhtttt.

When it comes to Friday the 13th, walking under ladders, and black cats, I’m not superstitious at all. But when we play cards, I don’t touch those dealt to me until the dealing is done, because my grandparents told me that was bad luck. And I have been known to get up and run around my chair to try and change my luck…another thing my grandmother said would work!

What about you? Are you superstitious? I’d love to hear some of your good luck charms…maybe one will work for me!

Then hop over to Andie Fenichel to read what she is...or isn't...superstitious about!

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A one-night stand neither will forget.
She wanted a final fling before choosing science to make her a single mom. He needed an escape from the regret grinding him into dust. Her baby isn’t his…but maybe family is more than DNA.
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The heart attack I thought I had turned out to be an anxiety attack. My doctor’s orders—take a month off from being Mayor of Roseville. Bulldozed by my large but tightknit family, I agree to a yoga and meditation retreat in Southern California. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined the woman who owns the place would turn my world upside-down. Portia is too young for me. Geographically, too far away from me. She’s also everything I never knew I wanted.
PORTIA
When my friend asks me to help her cousin-in-law manage his stress, I agree immediately. I’d do anything for a friend. She told me he’s the mayor of her town, so I’m expecting some old guy. Far from it. Ben Lane is six-feet-two inches of I-want-to-strip-you-naked-and-take-you-to-bed man. I’m turned on the minute I see him. How I could go from someone who’s never been infatuated to I-can’t-live-without-you is some kind of miracle. I’m pretty sure the miracle is Ben.  ​