Welcome to Romance Lives Forever, Mae Clair. Let's talk about your book, Twelfth Sun. Tell us about the superstitions on which you based the concept of the story.
Whether it's ghost ships, sea lore, or whispered tales of phantom winds and water sprites, I've always been intrigued by the murky depths of the sea. From ancient times to present, the underwater world has harbored creatures serene and foul.
But what of the brave men and women who attempt to tame the sea or exist within its dominion? Even today, sailors are a superstitious lot, many of their beliefs retained from an earlier age when water haunts and sea serpents were commonly recognized and feared.
While writing Twelfth Sun, a novel which centers around the treasure hunt for a maritime artifact, I had the occasion to sort through a host of nautical superstitions. I reference a few in the book, but much of the research I did was strictly for fun. Here are some of my favorites:
1. Untying knots in a rope bring favorable winds.
2. Knitting hair into the toe of a sailor's sock will bring him back to you.
3. If a sailor dreams of a horse, it is an omen of high seas.
4. Disaster will follow if you step onboard a vessel with your left foot first.
5. A ship's bell will always ring when it is wrecked.
6. If St. Elmo's Fire appears around a sailor's head, he will die within a day.
7. Never rename a ship, for it is bad luck.
8. A ship's name ending in "a" is unlucky.
9. The feather of a wren will protect a sailor from death by shipwreck.
10. Death comes with an ebb tide and birth with a rising tide.
11. Gulls harbor the souls of sailors lost at sea.
12. Nail a shark's tail to the bow of a ship and it will ward off other sharks.
13. Black traveling bags are bad luck for a seaman.
14. A silver coin placed under the masthead ensures a successful voyage. Pouring wine on the deck also brings good luck.
If you enjoyed these, I invite you to read my romantic mystery, Twelfth Sun, involving an older woman and younger man caught up in a scavenger hunt staged by a reclusive billionaire at a lavish seaside mansion:
Reagan Cassidy is settled in her life. She has a thriving interior design firm, an upscale condo, two cats, and a goldfish. As a favor to her uncle, she agrees to team up with his marine archeologist friend to validate and retrieve a nineteenth-century journal, reputedly that of a passenger aboard the doomed schooner Twelfth Sun. Finding a hunky twenty-five-year-old coming out of the shower in her hotel room wasn't part of the deal, but it's hard to complain…
Dr. Elijah Cross is cocky and he knows it. He enjoys trading barbs with the lovely Reagan. Barbs, and some innuendo. He can tell she'd rather get back home to her business than stick around for the extended treasure hunt they've been talked into, but he's fine with the situation. At least, until the "clues" start getting personal.
Reagan finds Dr. Gorgeous is as skilled in matters of the heart as he is behind the lectern. Throw in a series of clues which mean more to Elijah than he'll explain, several odd-ball competitors out to win the journal, a saboteur, and a lavish seaside mansion, and Reagan has enough trouble keeping her head straight, let alone her heart.
WARNING: Younger man, older woman, nautical riddles and romance.
"My dad's father was part gypsy. Besides, the sea is in my blood." Elijah turned onto his side, locking his good leg over hers, holding her in place. Pushing up on one elbow, he stared down at her, abruptly serious. "Did you know a good marine archaeologist could spend his entire life studying a single wreck and never be bored? Never feel the need to move onto something else?" He stroked her cheek, brushing her hair aside. "That's what I want to do with you, Reagan. I want to spend my days and nights learning about you. Everything about you. What you think. The way you smell…" He leaned forward, inhaling the light scent of the honeysuckle oil she'd used in her bath.
"The way you feel." His fingers tracked down her arm and hooked into the flimsy belt holding her robe shut. "The way you taste." His mouth closed over hers at precisely the moment he tugged open her robe.
Mae Clair opened a Pandora's Box of characters when she was a child and never looked back. Her father, an artist who tinkered with writing, encouraged her to create make-believe worlds by spinning tales of far-off places on summer nights beneath the stars. She snagged the tail of a comet, hitched a ride, and discovered her writer's Muse on the journey.
Mae loves creating character-driven fiction in settings that vary from contemporary to mythical. Wherever her pen takes her, she flavors her stories with conflict, romance and elements of mystery. Married to her high school sweetheart, she lives in
Pennsylvania and is passionate
about writing, old photographs, a good Maine
lobster tail and cats.
Mae is also the author of the time travel / paranormal novel, Weathering Rock. Discover more about Mae on her website and blog at www.MaeClair.com
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