Happy Mardi Gras, everyone! (and sorry for the late posting–dog emergency here, now taken care of…) Last week I talked about the vampire bar I want to open, and I’ve decided that every year we will have a Mardi Gras party, with a jazz band, Hurricanes, king cake, and costumes. And everyone here is invited! In the meantime, here are a few fun Mardi Gras facts you can tell people at a party tonight…..
–The roots of Mardi Gras are in the Roman festival of Lupercalia, which was held in mid-February every year to honor the god of fertility. It seems there was much drinking, feasting, and wild sex…
–The phrase “Fat Tuesday” might also arise from this festival, signifying the fatted calf that was paraded and sacrificed to the fertility god
–The roots of Mardi Gras in the US are a bit murky. Some say the French explorer d’Iberville brought it to Louisiana in 1699, while others say the first Mardi Gras was celebrated by French soldiers in Mobile, Alabama in 1703 (it was already a big Carnival tradition in Europe, especially France and Venice). Wherever it started, by 1803 it was firmly entrenched as a New Orleans tradition
–The first parade in the US was in 1837, with a grand total of one float
–The beaded necklaces didn’t come into play until the 1880s
–The Mardi Gras colors are purple (justice), green (faith), and gold (power)
–Everyone has to have a king cake for the holiday, with a little baby figure (Baby Jesus) baked in. Whoever finds the baby will have luck all year, and will have to bring the cake to next year’s party!
Here is a recipe for your very own king cake:
And here are some Hurricane recipes to go with the cake!
For more information on the history of Mardi Gras, take a look here…
What are your plans for the holiday???
We have winners! The two winners of Elaine Golden’s drawing are–Rachel and Danielle Gorman!
And the winner of a copy of Amanda’s The Shy Duchess is–Pageturner!
Congrats to all of you! Please email us your info at Riskies AT yahoo.com
How is everyone this Tuesday? I am still laughing over the train wreck that was the Oscars program Sunday (I wonder if Anne Hathaway had to wander the after-parties with everyone asking her “So, Franco, WTH?”; also, it’s hilarious how everyone in Hollywood is acting like they never heard the f-word before) and plowing ahead with my WIP, which is due at the end of the month (gulp). I am currently at the point I reach in every story where I am tired of my stubborn characters who don’t want to do as I tell them and am therefore considering alternate career choices. I think I may have found a good one.
I have a writing friend, Alicia Dean, who I try to get together with on Thursdays to hit the happy hour at the Martini Lounge and then watch Vampire Diaries, it’s always good to have someone to yell things with so I’m not just a crazy woman shouting at the TV screen all by myself. And we have decided if the writing gig quits working out we’re going to open a vampire bar where, instead of sports on the TVs, there is Vampire Diaries, True Blood, Moonlight, and whatever else we can think of. We may need to move to New York to do this.
There will be great cocktails. Bloodtinis and something called a Bite Me, I think, as well as a “make your own Bloody Mary” bar…
There will be a dress code, of course, because it’s my bar and I need a place to wear my approximately 50 black cocktail dresses and these great new tall black boots I just bought….
I haven’t quite decided on decor yet. We could go old skool vamp, lots of red and black…
Or sort of Sherlock Holmes Victorian pub…
Or over-the-top Versailles baroque (I really like this one! There could be Marie Antoinette theme nights)
I turned to Megan for help with planning the music (since she knows more about music than anyone else I know!) and these were her (tongue in cheek) suggestions:
I seem to have vampires on the brain these days, since I am planning to go to the Vampire Diaries convention at the end of the month! So excited–and watch for an article to appear soon after on the Heroes & Heartbreakers blog. (Admittedly, I will probably faint in the Ian Somerhalder Q&A session and will thus remember nothing afterward)
Now I need your help! This bar needs a good name–anyone have any suggestions? And if you could have any fantasy job you wanted what would it be?
(I also just got this review of The Shy Duchess, which should be on shelves–now…)
Happy Sunday, everyone! I am soooo excited to be launching my new book, The Shy Duchess, because it’s a return to the Welbourne Manor family. After working on The Diamonds of Welbourne Manor anthology with Diane and our friend Deb Marlowe (whose own Welbourne book, How to Marry a Rake, is out in May!), I felt like these characters had become my friends. I wanted to know what happened to them, if they were happy, if they were having more adventures. With The Shy Duchess, I got to do that! I had so much fun catching up with them all, and getting to know Lady Emily Carroll, who was a very special heroine to me after my own childhood battles with deep shyness…
“McCabe knows her time period, the mores and expectations of her characters…her stories have made her a fan favorite and she does not disappoint” –RT BookReviews
Our hero is Nicholas, the eldest (legitimate!) son of the rambunctious family, and now the Duke of Manning. The heavy responsibilities of being duke and taking care of his family have been weighing on Nicholas, making him take life much more seriously. He’s also burdened with a tragic secret in his past–a secret, youthful marriage that ended after less than a year when his beloved wife died in childbirth. He mourned her alone, not even telling his siblings what happened, and he’s determined never to hurt a woman like that again. Never to give her the “cursed” title of Duchess of Manning.
But of course he can’t quit thinking about our heroine, Lady Emily Carroll, can’t quit wanting to make the too-serious young lady smile. Even though she seems all wrong for him…
Emily was born with the gift of great beauty–and the curse of paralyzing shyness. She freezes whenever she tries to talk to a man, stumbles when she tries to dance, and ends up hiding in the corner at every ball. The only time she feels comfortable is when she is doing her secret charity work with “fallen women” trying to make new lives for themselves! Her silence has earned her the nickname The Ice Princess–and no offers of marriage. She knows her penurious parents are counting on her to marry well, but all she can do is long for Nicholas from afar.
Until a masked ball at Vauxhall reveals an explosive passion, which leads to a scandal and a forced betrothal, which leads to a Welbourne honeymoon–and Nicholas begins to thaw his ice princess’s heart as well as heal his own.
If they can get past a blackmailer, Nicholas’s protective family, and Emily’s mother’s terrifying pre-marital advice…
“Come sit by me for a moment, Emily dearest. I want to speak with you about something very important.”
Emily’s stomach clenched. Whenever her mother had that tone in her voice, Emily knew she wouldn’t like what she heard. “Oh, Mama, I am very tired, and tomorrow is such a busy day. Can it not wait?”
“No, it cannot,” her mother said sternly. “This is very important. Now, come sit by me on the bed and listen to me carefully.”
Emily went with her in silence, letting her mother hold onto her hand. Her fingers were very tight, pressing the heavy emerald engagement ring into Emily’s skin. “Now, my dear, a wife has many duties, especially a wife who is a duchess,” her mother said. “I have taught you to run a house properly, to dress fashionably and to remember to be charitable and kind. But there is one last, most important duty I must tell you about, as my mother did for me the night before my wedding.”
Emily very much feared she knew what was coming next. “Oh, no, Mama.”
“Yes.” Her mother’s lips pressed together grimly. “You will have your duty in the bedchamber. Now, Emily, I warn you it will not be pleasant. It will hurt, and be rather messy. You must lie back and do as your husband tells you, and it will soon be over.”
“Mama!” Emily groaned. “I don’t really need to know…”
“Let me finish. There are ways to make it easier. I used to close my eyes and plan a party.”
Emily stared at mother numbly. “A party?”
“Yes. I would choose the china and the silver, and design flower arrangements and guest lists. Then I would devise a menu and decide on my gown. By the time I knew what to serve for dessert, it was all over and I scarcely felt a thing! As a duchess, you could plan very elaborate parties indeed.”
Emily closed her eyes, trying not to shudder. She knew the rudiments of anatomy, of course; she often visited galleries full of classical nude statues. And she knew the basics of the marriage act, what went where and so forth. But… “Mama, what exactly happens that I must fear?”
“Oh, my dear, you needn’t fear! It is our natural duty and we must bear it. The duke will show you what to do, and I am sure he will not demand anything–extra of you.”
“Extra?” Emily choked out.
“Yes. You must not touch things, or move about too much. That just makes it last longer. You are his wife, not a hired mistress. All will be well, Emily dearest, and in the end you will have beautiful babies, as I did. That will make everything worthwhile.”
Emily was utterly stunned. Pain, and–and mess? It sounded utterly appalling. She could hardly reconcile it to the pleasure she felt when Nicholas kissed her. “Is that all, Mama?” It was surely quite enough…
Please visit my website for more excerpts, plus a Behind the Book glimpse at the history of Vauxhall Gardens! You can also see more about the book on eharlequin. I will be giving away an autographed copy of The Shy Duchess (so you can see for yourself what actually does happen on the wedding night!) to one commenter on today’s post.
And who else is excited to watch the Oscars tonight????