How Superstitious are You???

I’m starting a new book where one of the heroines is charming, but ruled by her superstitions. There are two heroines since the two heroes are twins. This one is going to be fun. And it set to me to thinking a lot about my grandmother. Tentative title if Double Trouble. Any suggestions welcome since it’s still a WIP.

My grandmother insisted her grandchildren call her Kate. It was surely the only modern thing about her. She so strict I hardly dared call her anything at all. Once I came home from the corner store with a carton of root beer. I had to take it back because it had ‘beer’ in the title. I hope she’s in heaven but hasn’t bothered to check my current life style! She’d be shocked at the sensuality in my books. Oh, and if one gave you a purse you better find some money in it, although even a penny would do. If we went out the door, forget something and turned back, we had to circle a chair three times and then sit in it for a moment before being allowed back out. Oh yes, and you didn’t give anybody a knife because that would cut your friendship in two.

The one thing I remember with pleasure is that she had beautiful white hair which fell to her waist when she set it free from its tight bun. She occasionally let me brush it, and as a child I dearly loved doing that. She seemed a little fey at times. Once when we were on a visit she took my mother aside and told her to get me to a doctor, something was wrong with Jean. We laughed about it on the way home but a few days later I suffered an acute appendicitis attack which necessitated an emergency operation.

Mostly she was such an aloof figure I had little interaction with her. But I certainly remember that austere woman who somehow, on a level I didn’t understand, had my best interests at heart.

I’d love to know your superstitions. We all have some, even if we try to dismiss them as nonsense. Come on, tell me yours. Please?

I’ve posted an excerpt of one of my newest books, Quest for Love. I'm especially proud of it since it's an EPIC finalist this year. Anybody got a good luck charm to help me out?

Here's the quick excerpt from Quest.

"Jason smiled as he felt the mind connection cut off. What a wonderful heritage he’d been given. His parents and those of his siblings who’d already recognized their abilities were solidly behind him and cheering him on. He only wished his twin Jono could come to the realization of how fortunate he was to be not only the son of Damien, the Earl of Sinclair, but also an inheritor of the powers of Merlin.
And now he must only wait a little while before again claiming his love. His eager body responded to the very thought and laughing at himself and his stiffened walk, he went to bring out the blankets he’d prepared.
Aislinn finally came down the stairs, a long nightgown covering almost every bit of her gorgeous body. Lace edged the neckline and the long sleeves, making it the most decorous and proper gown anyone could imagine. The soft material floated around her and for some reason to him it was intensely erotic. He couldn’t imagine any male not wanting to strip it from her immediately.
“Brady’s asleep, Jason.”
She looked so expectant he grinned. He folded her in his arms for the kiss he’d been anticipating all day. At first she responded with all the enthusiasm he could desire but then she leaned back in his arms.
“I’m not sure I should be with you, Jason. Brady seems feverish. He’s very restless.”
Jason frowned. “Oh damn. Should I check him? I noticed nothing today but maybe I’ve been working him too many times a day. He’s making such wonderful progress it’s hard not to want to get to the next stage.”
She sighed. “I did so love everything you did last night. Do you suppose you could teach me how to reach again that wonderful place you led me to? But more quickly?”
His already rampant member throbbed higher. There was nothing in the world he’d like better.
“I’ll check him and then hurry back. Don’t worry, love. I’ll be quick.”