This is a related post from our publisher's blog. Go there to see the rest of his Hazel Moon posts!
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I just got this email from one of the Hazel Moon authors, Lisa Minneti:
This morning a very "November" thing happened! I was walking my dog Jake and a black dog followed us and was playful and then when we were on a slope Jake bolted, I let go of his leash, and landed on my side and cried out in pain! I either bruised or maybe cracked a rib, but the weird thing is when I was on my side I came face-to-face with a black lamppost lying on the ground, uprooted...it was crazy. Both dogs came to my rescue and soon the owner of the black dog arrive on the scene!!
I
knew the Hazel Moon Magic Mischief Machine would have another surprise
for us today, of all days...the rising of the 2015 Hazel Moon and a
Supermoon at that!!! Just two days ago, the story's Camaro turns up
parked right outside of the cafe where I was meeting with author, Lisa
Minneti, to go over our final edits. Now today, a scene happens to Lisa
right out of our book when November, walking on a slope, slips on
something she wasn't expecting underfoot and hurts herself badly...OMG!!!!
Here's the scene:
SONNY ARRIVED FIRST on the scene and quickly began administering first aid. Hunched down on all fours, he was doing what came naturally, licking November’s wound, her clothes stained with bright-red fresh blood, quickly turning a deep maroon as it hit the air and ran down her leg.
What do you do when someone upsets you? Flip them off, if you’re Italian you might give them the chin flick, but if you’re Angela Gonzales you’ll let out a she-devil scream, which is exactly what she did.
Taking a shortcut on their way back from the checking out the carnival rides, it all happened so fast. It could have been foul play as the freaky carny burnouts were capable of anything, but in fact November took a nasty accidental spill on the slick grass and moss-covered rocks leading to the injury. Seeing the blood, Angela’s shriek of terror traveled to the turrets of the Tampax Stage, pressed on to the Carburetor Stage, before echoing back to the scene of the crime.
And
the lamppost Lisa mentioned seeing, that caused her fall, another key
scene in Hazel Moon is where Lady Luna first appears, standing like a
statue under a lamppost in the rain holding an umbrella.
Here's that scene:
A CAPRICIOUS WIND from the ominous storm slammed the heavy door behind them as the girls scampered back to the Camaro, each holding a black umbrella embroidered with the funeral parlor’s name and logo.
Slamming the shifter into first and about to speed off, November froze after seeing a vision from another era—a woman draped in a long, black cloak covered in elegant scalloped beading and silk buttons, holding a frilly parasol and perched under a lit lamppost. She pulled the shifter out of gear and abruptly jumped out, handing Angela her drink.
Oblivious to the rain, she ran to the light under the lamppost and the mysterious woman standing there.
“Luna!”
“Moonlight Star…I know I’m late, but you know it’s my nature to be naughty.”
November stood there in awe…Luna’s voice as sweet and intoxicating as a Champagne truffle. She added a polished curtsy, worthy of a member of a 19th Century French Court. An amber glow danced around her olive skin and coffee-with-cream eyes. Turning her head to the left, Luna held her chin with two forefingers, striking a fetching pose, the glow from the lamppost casting her in a cocoon of light.
“Where have you been?” November petitioned, her heart now a useless lump in her throat.
“There will be plenty of time to chuckle over my amorous misadventures…tonight is all about you and your destiny…after all, this is the Eve of the Hazel Moon.”
Here's that scene:
A CAPRICIOUS WIND from the ominous storm slammed the heavy door behind them as the girls scampered back to the Camaro, each holding a black umbrella embroidered with the funeral parlor’s name and logo.
Slamming the shifter into first and about to speed off, November froze after seeing a vision from another era—a woman draped in a long, black cloak covered in elegant scalloped beading and silk buttons, holding a frilly parasol and perched under a lit lamppost. She pulled the shifter out of gear and abruptly jumped out, handing Angela her drink.
Oblivious to the rain, she ran to the light under the lamppost and the mysterious woman standing there.
“Luna!”
“Moonlight Star…I know I’m late, but you know it’s my nature to be naughty.”
November stood there in awe…Luna’s voice as sweet and intoxicating as a Champagne truffle. She added a polished curtsy, worthy of a member of a 19th Century French Court. An amber glow danced around her olive skin and coffee-with-cream eyes. Turning her head to the left, Luna held her chin with two forefingers, striking a fetching pose, the glow from the lamppost casting her in a cocoon of light.
“Where have you been?” November petitioned, her heart now a useless lump in her throat.
“There will be plenty of time to chuckle over my amorous misadventures…tonight is all about you and your destiny…after all, this is the Eve of the Hazel Moon.”
In
a few hours I'll be going to a Hazel Moon festival where author Lori
Minneti will be singing, entertaining a crowd gathered to celebrate the
full rising of the 2015 Hazel Moon. I can only imagine what Magic might happen under those feisty moonbeams!!
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