Halloween Traditions By Em Peters

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Happy Halloween, everyone! It’s my absolute favorite holiday (even though I’m pretty exhausted from all the festivities this past weekend). Here to help us celebrate the big day is the fab Em Peters:

On this very spooky, scary and bewitching holiday, I get the honor of spending time with you wonderful readers. Halloween is my very favorite holiday, because all the family obligations are cut out. You only go to grandma’s to get candy, then you run. No dinners to be held, no gifts to be purchased. Just hours of fun digging through your house to unearth the best costume.

I have four kiddos ages 10-4, so Halloween is a blast. My husband and I dress up to take them trick-or-treating, so on Halloween night, our house is rocking on its foundation with excitement. We live in a rural area and can’t walk the distances between houses, so we pile into the SUV and drive to all our neighbor’s houses.

Here are a few of my memories.

As a child, I remember a very special Wonder Woman costume lovingly made by my mother. I. Was. The. Bomb. One year when I was too old to trick-or-treat, my little sisters were quarantined to the house with strep throat, so my boyfriend and I dressed as bums and gathered candy for them! A few years ago, my 90 year-old grandmother dressed as a witch and trick-or-treated with me and my kids—a memory that means so much to me, especially since she passed away this past month.

Only on Halloween do I allow my kids to just sit down with a huge bag of candy and glut themselves, defying the cavity gods and giving the finger to hyperactivity.

What are your favorite Halloween memories? I’d love to hear from you! And I’ll leave you with a short excerpt from my debut release MOON CHILD.

Blurb:

When eight-year-old orphan Jack spies an otherworldly girl seated in the crook of a cherry tree, he’s instantly smitten with the dark waif known as the “Moon Child.” Over time they become inseparable and the steel tendrils of tenderness take hold of Jack, especially on nights of the full moon, when she seeks sanctuary in his bunk, begging him to silence the voices she hears.

Frantic to find a way to help, he is thwarted by family at every turn. By the time he’s an adult, his determination to uncover the secret drives him to defy the family’s strict orders and he learns his childhood love has transformed into the bonedriven need to be part of her life in a brand new way.

To free her from the life she fears, he first must trust himself. Only then can he break the pact naming the woman he loves as Guardian of the Indian Six Nations, which forces her to wander the night protecting their peoples and ensuring the Montgomery family’s prosperity, but to her, means certain death.

Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmJ_Pqk0A9Q

Excerpt:

Jack spied two dozen kids of all ages scrambling beneath a cherry tree. Their movements blurred together. Little pink dresses darted to and fro, faded blue jeans collided with green team jerseys, red checkered blouses and purple shorts marched about the edge of the group like a rampant rainbow.

Something wet and hard beaned him between the eyes.

“Retreat!” someone screamed just as a hailstorm of cherry pits splintered the air.

Jack shielded his face with a hand and peered into the thick branches.

In the crook of the tree sat a dark-haired girl, her brown stick legs dangling over the branch. She tore off bunches of cherries as fast as she could, cramming her cheeks full and spitting the pits into one hand, which she hurled at her laugh-ing cousins who chanted, “Anwar! Anwar!”

He wondered what this French word meant when the little girl fixed him with her dark and piercing gaze. His legs grew roots. They burrowed deep into the earth, seeking solid ground. He did not feel like he was speeding down a tun-nel—the tunnel had burst from the confines of the ground, turning, gaining speed. The world dimmed but the girl remained bright, an actor on stage lit by a spotlight.

Chants and squeals filled his ears and feet thundered past as several boys stormed the tree. The girl ignored them and continued to stare at Jack. The easy blush he hated, the blush he’d been teased about in the large public school he’d at-tended before the Winters adopted him, the blush that had gained him the nicknames “red” and “beet-face” crept over his skin.

Before he could lower his eyes in embarrassment, she turned away, kicking one boy cousin squarely in the chest and sending him flying from the tree branches. A howl of pain rent the air and twenty of the twenty-eight children clustered around the fallen boy. He lay on his back, clutching his leg and grunting against his tears. The older boy Ned lifted him and bolted for the house.

“It’s broken!” someone cried.

“No way. He’s faking. Kipp’s always crying wolf!”

“Not a chance,” a little girl with blond ringlets whispered behind her hand. “Anwar really broke his leg!”

At this, Jack realized that the word Anwar was actually the dark-haired girl’s name. He looked for her, but she had abandoned the tree. He glanced all around and finally spotted her walking away from them, her back relaxed and uncaring.

She didn’t even go in the direction of the house, but walked off deeper into the orchard. For a bizarre minute Jack considered running through the trees which hung heavily with fruits until he caught her. And then what? Drag her back to face the consequences of injuring that cousin? No. He honestly had no idea why he wanted to catch her.

BUY MOON CHILD: http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=938&zenid=4e2c03ef3738ab04da07f7e56b7c4271

Buy on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Moon-Child-ebook/dp/B005ZEPOQQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1319706959&sr=8-1

A huge thanks to Em for dropping by!

Want to learn more about Em Peters? Visit her at www.empeters.com.

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4 thoughts on “Halloween Traditions By Em Peters

    Viki S. said:
    October 31, 2011 at 3:36 am

    That is so sweet having your grandma go out with you and the kids. My grandma just passed a month and a half ago. When I was a kid she made all of my costumes. Great memories :).

    HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

    Rosalie Lario responded:
    October 31, 2011 at 7:27 am

    Thanks for visiting, Em! Halloween is my favorite holiday too. My mother used to make our costumes growing up, and I’ll always treasure the memories of trick or treating with her. Now that I have a child of my own, I endeavor to make this holiday as memorable for him as mine were.

    Em Petrova said:
    October 31, 2011 at 7:36 am

    Thanks for having me, Rosalie!

    Viki, hugs on your loss. Great memories outlast us all 🙂

    Janice Seagraves said:
    October 31, 2011 at 5:03 pm

    My parents kept Halloween a secret from my sister and I, until a young visitor told us all about trick-or-treating.

    Janice~

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