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Monday, December 15, 2014

I'm Sounding Like a Country Song!!!!

My geriatric cat passed. My sister had surgery, and my husband's work truck is dying a slow death!!!

The good news is...we are all well!!!

Stand by for some new recipes!!!

Very Merry Monday!

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Königsberger Klopse

Today's memory meal is...

 Königsberger Klopse is named for the Prussian city of Königsberg (now Kaliningrad). The dish was officially called Kochklopse ("boiled meatballs")!!! All I knew growing up was this was a favorite "Saturday afternoon" main meal.

Behold...german meatballs!!

Königsberger Klopse

1 day old bread roll
⅛ l lukewarm milk
500g ground veal
1 large egg
2-4 Anchovies, finely chopped
2 onions, finely chopped
1 teaspoon butter
1 bunch flat leaf parsley, ¾ of the bunch finely chopped
400 ml beef stock
For the Sauce
30g butter
25g flour
3 tablespoons capers (I love capers....so I add more....)
2 tablespoons lemon juice
125 ml cream
A pinch of sugar
Freshly cracked black pepper
2 egg yolks
Splash of dry white wine

To make the meatballs, tear the bread roll into pieces and soak in the milk until soft. Press excess milk and mix together with the ground veal and egg. Add the chopped parsley.
Melt the butter in a large pan and sweat the onions until fragrant and transparent. Add to the ground veal together with the finely chopped anchovies. Season well and form approximately 16 meatballs.
Bring the stock to a boil, then reduce to a gentle simmer. Add the meatballs and cook them for about 10 minutes. Remove and set the meatballs aside, then strain the stock and reserve for the sauce.
To make the sauce melt 30g butter in a large pot. Sprinkle with the flour and cook until golden. Pour the stock in batches until the mixture is smooth. Add the capers including the liquid, the lemon juice, cream and the wine. Season with salt, sugar and the pepper.
Lightly beat the egg yolks and whisk into the sauce, making sure it does not boil.
Slowly add the meatballs to the sauce and allow them to heat through.
Serve with the rest of the parsley and lemon wedges and steamed or boiled butter potatoes.

Btw...I boil my meatballs no matter what I'm making...it creates a moist meatball.
Try your meatball recipe and boil them in beef stock!!!

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Horst??? A great name!!

When Silke is forced to go to Germany with her mother, she decides to put this time to good use.  Silke will find herself a man and have a delicious, no strings attached affair! There's just one tiny problem—Horst, and he is anything but tiny. Horst, a family friend that she barely remembers, knows what he wants and is intent on fulfilling his dream. Will Silke find the orgasm of her dreams or a love she can't live without? Leave your inhibitions at the door and find out...

Love in Lederhosen!!!

Tilting her head slightly, her eyes followed his thigh past where underwear should have been and beheld the largest male organ she had ever seen nestled in a massive tuft of jet back hair. It was as if the gods had placed him here for her to practice on. How perfect was this, the plumber. A local. Ripe for the picking.

The legs moved and it seemed as if the show was over…then Silke was inwardly cursing…more movement and she was blessed with another opportunity to scrutinize the object of her first international fling.

Yes, yes, that will do nicely. The plumber’s t-shirt had now ridden up a bit to expose a flat stomach with a line of hair that seemed to point like an arrow to the Promised Land. If she could just tear her eyes away she wanted to run to the bathroom, dump out all her potions and creams and subtract the last 12 hours of travel stamped on her face.

Spinning around and forgetting about the view from the window, Silke crashed right into her grandmother, who fell back onto her mother.​

“Vat’s a matter, why are you sweating?”

Well mother, I had an eye orgasm, Silke thought, not knowing what to say.

“Horst? Is es schlim?” Oma asked the legs.

Herta sprang into the kitchen and reached between the plumber’s legs. What the hell? Silke thought, I’m not ready yet, Oma's arm kept me from fleeing.

Sure enough, Silke’s mom reached in and took a handful of man candy. The guy sat up, whacking his head on the pipes, then laughing and scrambling to get to his feet…

“Tante Herta!”

Oh no… Tante…

Did her ears betray her, was her German so rusty…?

Did The Legs really say Aunt Herta?

Giggles erupted from behind Silke and The Penis got up and brushed past her to scoop up her mom, spinning her around.

“Silke you remember Horst. No?”

Hung like one maybe, but she never remembered anyone in the family looking like that. This couldn’t be the cousin that her grandma raised after his mom died. No, not the one who she remembered looking vaguely like Don Knotts with long, stringy, black hair and married to that bitch no one liked. What was her name? Liselle?

​This specimen before her bore no resemblance to a person she had ever seen before. Silke would’ve  recognized that if she saw it!

The last time I saw Horst he looked a little like Barney Fife and his wife resembled the woman in Babe the Gallant Pig, all doughy with a greasy, chubby face. I always wondered how she didn’t break him when they had sex or worse yet, smother him with her massive thighs when he ever went south.

Now…now…oh god I’ve seen his penis…and my grandma and mom saw me ogling him. Yuck… visual incest… my eyes were probably going fall out… especially since I was entertaining such impure thoughts.

Horst…good name for him…

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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Love in Lederhosen Release Day!!!!

Silke traveled to a foreign land full of memories in search of adventure. Horst was hoping for a life larger than the quaint town of Bielefeld could offer. Reunited by circumstance, the story of one incredible week in Germany and the love that grew...between the sheets!
Heat Level 3

Saturday, October 11, 2014


Eisbein, meaning ice leg, is the German name for a traditional dish involving the lower part of hams hocks. It is also known as Hachse, Hechse, Haxe, Hämsche or Stelze. In Swiss German, it is known as Gnagi. The name comes from the one time use of this part to make ice skates!

I just know eisbein to be a memory laden meal that I've eaten all my life!

After my mom passed away and my father was bedridden, I would make Eisbein every Saturday afternoon. It would bubble away in the kitchen for a few hours whispering comforting memories, my dad would slowly wake up and sit up on the edge of his bed waiting. Sitting on the floor with my plate, we'd eat together and talk about my mom and the family in Germany. I didn't care that it was mostly the same conversation each week. Sometimes the conversation led to us calling Germany, but most often it just made us feel whole...like she was with us still.

What I wouldn't give to be eating an eisbein on the floor looking up and listening to my dad's stories today!

German Ham Hock with Sauerkraut

ham hocks (here they come in packs of four)
Sauerkraut (I use the whole bag)
1 large onion, chopped
5 pepper corns
1 bay leaf
4 tsp salt
6 cups chicken stock (I think cooking it in the stock makes all the difference)


Add all ingredients including the Sauerkraut into pot. Pour enough stock over the ingredients to cover the meat. I used about 6 cups of stock. Bring everything to a boil and let it simmer until the meat becomes soft and cooked. This takes about 2-3 hours, but this may vary.
Divide it onto plates. Add some of the meat and serve it with cooked potatoes...I always boiled my potatoes and served the eisbein on top of the potatoes.
Guten Appetit!

My cousin JUST sent me a picture of an eisbein he was enjoying at Octoberfest...his had been boiled then broiled to crisp up the skin!!

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Southern Drawl by Paige Warren!!!!! Welcome to the South!!!!

Southern Drawl
(Bryson Corners #2)

Available at Evernight & Amazon

Happy Sunday Paige!!! I'm making pumpkin crunch cake, chat with us until it's ready!!!

Carson Benson has wanted to be a cop for as long as he can remember, but there are some days that he doesn’t like his job. Like the day he gets called out for a domestic disturbance and finds a battered woman and terrified child. What Carson didn’t realize was that it would be a turning point in his life.

Peaches Malone and her daughter Daisy are very important to Carson, and he’ll do anything to protect them. Including taking them home—to his home, where he can watch over them. And if Peaches feels that same spark he feels when he looks into her eyes, all the better.

An Excerpt…
Carson nursed his beer, staring out across the crowd while he waited on his brother to show. He was surprised Drew was going to peel himself away from Lexie long enough to hang out at the bar for a while. His brother had taken fewer rodeo trips lately, since discovering Lexie was pregnant, so now when he rode he really had to make it count. Carson wondered how long it would be before his big brother decided to get a ‘real’ job––something closer to home.
Carson had followed the rodeo for a bit, but it really wasn’t his scene. All those women, wanting to sleep with a winner… He shook his head. Nope. Not his scene at all. When he was with a woman, he didn’t want to wonder who had come before him, possibly within an hour or two. He’d had a few relationships over the years, but nothing in a while. His poor dick hadn’t had any action, other than his hand, for months now. Ever since they’d made their permanent home base in Bryson Corners, he’d been alone.
He didn’t think it had anything to do with his mixed heritage. If his brother was any proof, women couldn’t care less that he was half-black. And if anything, Lexie seemed to love Drew even more because of it. She claimed it made him different, and sexy. Carson grimaced. Sexy was not how he wanted to picture his brother.
Drew eased up to the table. “You supposed to be drinking while wearing that badge?”
Carson glanced down at the badge clipped to his belt. Hell, he’d forgotten all about it. He plucked it off the belt and shoved it into his pocket. His job was still new to him, but he loved it.
“At least I ain’t on the clock,” Carson said.
“Chief Lumley would tear into your ass if he saw you drinking while wearing that badge,” Drew said. “You can’t afford to fuck up with this job. I know it’s something you’ve wanted for a while.”
Carson shrugged. “I just forgot about it. I’m not used to wearing it yet. If I was still in my uniform, I mighta remembered. Got called out after hours, so I just grabbed the badge on my way out the door.”
“You like the job so far?”
Carson nodded. “It ain’t quite what I expected, but it’s a good job. I got to help a lady the other day when she was broken down on the side of the road. Felt good.”
“And how are things on a more personal front?” Drew asked. “You haven’t dated anyone since we moved here.”
“No one interesting, I guess. The women around here are a little too independent for my taste. I want a woman I can take care of. Someone who will lean on me, not boss me around and go out drinking with her friends every Friday night, ogling half the cowboys in town.”
Drew grinned. “In other words, you don’t want Lexie’s friend, Shelly.”
Carson snorted. “Not hardly. Guess I’m just old-fashioned. I’m not saying I don’t want her to think for herself, because I do. I just want her to need me.”
“Lexie’s a strong woman, but she needs me, even if she won’t admit it half the time. But I get what you’re saying. You want someone quiet, someone who will come to you when they get into trouble.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s what I want.”
“She’s out there somewhere, Carson. You’ll find her. Probably not sitting in this bar, but you’ll find her.”

About the Author:
Paige Warren spends her days weaving tales about alpha male cowboys and the women who love them. There's nothing hotter than a man in tight Wranglers and a pair of well-worn boots. You have to admit, there's something sexy about a man who knows how to use a rope!
A cat lover, she has more than one furbaby running around, keeping her company in the wee hours of the morning as she tries to find just the right way to say "His skin gleamed, the early morning rays caressing his sun bronzed flesh, as he studied her from beneath the brim of his Stetson." Or, you know, something similar.
When Paige isn't dolling out tons of affection on the furbabies, or slurping down a pot of coffee (Yes! A whole pot!) so she can get in her daily word count, she enjoys reading and watching movies - romances, usually.
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Friday, September 26, 2014

Visiting with Iyana Jenna with her newest book, A Second Chance!!!

Welcome Iyana, pull up a chair and tell us about A Second Chance!!!

Chance Devereux and Ryder Adkins have worked on the same TV series for three years and share a house near the set. Yet Chance can only watch from afar when Ryder gets engaged. Even though Chance is still deep in the closet, he can't help be jealous.
Since the first day of shooting, Ryder has had his sights on his costar, but Chance has a girlfriend and Ryder thinks Chance is straight. After years without a concrete result, Ryder decides to forget his desire to be with Chance and go back to Mike.
During a hiatus, Chance does an interview with journalist, Sebastian Vanderbilt. Sebastian opens Chance's eyes, and he decides he needs to make Ryder his. Can they work it out, or  are they all out of retakes?
Be Warned: m/m sex

Without waiting for Mike’s answer, he slid his phone open and scrolled down to Chance’s number. Ryder glanced briefly at Mike, who simply nodded and turned away to give him a semblance of privacy. Ryder turned his attention back to the call he was making and nearly jerked in anticipation when it was answered.
“Hey. Chance, it’s—”
“I’m sorry, but Chance can’t answer the phone right now.”
Ryder’s eyes bulged. Taken aback, he swallowed. “W-what? Who is this?”
“May I ask who’s speaking, please?”
“It’s, uh, Ryder. I’m his, his best friend—”
“Oh, Ryder. Sure.”
Ryder lifted an eyebrow when the man laughed a little.
“Chance talks a lot about you,” the man went on.
“Thanks, but….” Ryder’s eyes flickered to Mike, who was observing him closely. His mind began to wander to places he didn’t want to go. How could he not? The man had Chance’s cell. “Where is he? Do you mind if I talk to him?”
“No, of course not.” The man sighed. “But he really can’t.”
“What? What happened? What have you done to him?”
“Whoa, wait a second. I’ve done nothing to him. But he’s asleep right now. He hasn’t been able to sleep for some time. He’s been in so much pain he couldn’t even rest.”
Ryder slumped in his seat, rubbing his face. “Oh, God.” Mike had been right. Feeling lightheaded, Ryder whispered into the mouthpiece. “What’s wrong with him? God, is he okay now?”
“Yeah, I truly hope so. He’s much calmer now. He caught a stomach bug a couple of days ago.”
“And you’re—you’re Sebastian, right? Sebastian Vanderbilt? I saw the pictures.”
“That’s me. Oh, and Ryder?”
“I heard about your engagement. Congratulations, man.”
“Well, I don’t—”
“Hey, look,” Sebastian cut him off. “I’d love to talk to you, but I really have to go. I’ll tell Chance that you called, okay?”
“Wait, Sebastian. I’m just… you know, I—” But it was too late. Sebastian had hung up. Sucking in a breath, Ryder could only gawk in disbelief.
Sebastian didn’t know for sure why he felt reluctant to talk to Ryder. He had no reason to feel threatened by him, though if the way Chance talked about Ryder in the interview was anything to go by, Sebastian might have to consider how he felt toward the guy. This was such a new thing for him, feeling insecure. He wasn’t that kind of guy. Sebastian wondered what Chance had done to him.
Back in the guestroom where Chance was resting, Sebastian found him awake. Chance’s gaze wandered, his expression half-studying his surroundings, half-wondering how or why he was there in the first place. He turned to Sebastian only when he heard him clear his throat. Warmth surged in Sebastian’s heart at the fleeting blush on Chance’s freckled face. He wondered what Chance thought about the room. Sebastian loved his place, but perhaps it was childish to want to hear what Chance had to say about it.
Sebastian went to sit next to Chance, reaching out to feel his brow.
Chance groaned, shying away. “I’m not a child, Sebastian.”
“No.” Sebastian smiled. “But you gave me quite a scare.”
“Sorry.” Chance looked down.
“Hey, that’s not your fault. You were sick and obviously you hadn’t fully recovered when you left the hospital. How are you feeling now?”
“Much better.” Chance licked his lips.
Sebastian watched Chance drink slowly, and when he pulled back, some drips still clung to his lower lip. Sebastian knew he’d been staring, and he completely ignored the glass shoved back into his palm. Finally, he chuckled, put the glass away on the nightstand, and took off his shirt.
Chance’s eyes widened before they darkened a bit.
“May I?” Sebastian gestured toward a space on Chance’s huge, fluffy pillow.
Chance shifted a little to give him more room, much to his delight. He slipped under the cover and could feel Chance stiffen slightly. His face—mere inches from Sebastian’s—was taut before he relaxed and snuggled into Sebastian’s bare chest. Chance’s body felt sleep warm under his thin T-shirt, and Sebastian braved Chance’s reaction and slid a hand under it. He palmed Chance’s flat abs and up to his muscled torso, sighing appreciatively at the deep moan wrenched out of Chance’s throat.
“Beautiful,” Sebastian said huskily. “Very beautiful.” He tweaked a nipple and was rewarded with the stretched column of Chance’s smooth neck as he threw his head back, lips parting, his guttural growl sending Sebastian’s blood to his groin.

Iyana Jenna
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About Iyana...

Iyana writes M/M short stories and novellas. Her works have been published by Evernight Publishing, JMS Books, Books to Go Now, Torquere Press, Bitten Press, Leap of Faith Publishing, Breathless Press, and Alfie Dog Fiction.

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has three of them. Their names are Cil, Horus, and Betsy, and one kitten. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

Friday, September 19, 2014

Scar Tissue

 Thank you for sharing a latte with us Evie and bringing, Scar Tissue, your new book with you!!!

Hi and thanks for having me to visit. I'm thrilled to be here.
I'm excited to be celebrating the release of my second full length PNR novel.
Scar Tissue is the second book in my Dominion Series and has been long in the making. I'm very proud to be presenting it.
A single black and white photo was the inspiration that finally broke through my writers block and got me restarted. I'd written several beginnings to Scar Tissue, none of which were working. The photo in question(which I've sadly lost) was of a woman holding a man against a rough brick wall. It got me thinking. Why does she need to be in control? Why does he voluntarily submit to her? And so the basis of my characters relationship was formed.

​Lust and aggression shifted under his skin. He needed to get her under him, to mark her and make her his. Her near death at the hands of the revenant had stripped away much of the control. Bloodlust roiled through him.
He fought to keep from baring his throbbing fangs at her. He had to be sane about this. His nature could not be the leader in this confrontation.
​“You’re hurt,” he said and forced himself to take a step back from her, and then another. All he wanted was to close the gap between them. Her chin jerked in acknowledgment, but she lifted one black brow in a blasé arch.
He shifted forward, unable to stop himself, the pull towards her magnetic. Her blade rose, pointed straight at his throat. He was fully aware that with a flick of that fine boned wrist could part his head from his neck. The thought made him smile. Wild sidhe, dangerous female.
​“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.
Memories of her body pushed hard against his in that alley three weeks ago flickered in his mind. The feeling of her small muscular back against his chest, her ass pressed into the ache between his thighs. He growled low in his chest.
​“You sure?” she said.
​With infinite care he lowered his own sword. When the bloodstained tip scraped on the ground he released the handle. It clattered on the gravel with a metallic ring. Sometimes actions were better than words.
​“What else?” she said. He shuffled his left foot forward and let her see the hilt of the dagger in his boot sheath.
​“Get rid of it.”
​He bent slowly, feeling her gaze follow his movement. After tossing the blade at her feet he stood up.
​“What else?” she repeated.
​He had to smile, even though he knew it exposed his fangs to her. Not like she wasn’t fully aware of what he was anyway. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be lightly armed. Hell, her sisters had taught the Abstainer soldiers.
He pulled his coat back from his shoulders, exposing the harnesses that were strapped to his chest, hips and thigh. He unsheathed blade after blade and tossed them at her feet like a deadly offering. Apt, his bloodstained hands were all he had to give her. No gentleness, no reverence or refinement. Those things weren’t in him.
​He was a curse, murder on two legs, death with a vampiric heartbeat. He didn’t deserve her, but he would have her anyway. He needed her to save what little was left of his soul.
As he laid the last blade at her feet she nodded, but one of her twin swords stayed pointed in his direction. Cade fought the urge to knock it away and cross the ground between them. Not the right time for that. He’d fucked it up the first time he’d met her, manhandling her body as if he had the right. Then losing it on the revenant tonight. Could he have done anything to make it any clearer what he was?
​“I remember you, Abstainer,” she said.
​His lips curled. Good, that was good.

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Sunday, September 14, 2014


Every Monday, my dad's only day off, he would pick me up from school and we would get out the Dr. Oetker cookbook and pick a recipe to make before my mom get home from work. Nussecken was our specialty! We shopped for the ingredients in our favorite gourmet shop, splitting an apple turnover from the bake shop to tide us over.

He would have been 89 this week, and it's been six years since I've heard his voice. A silence that is unbearable at times.

Today I'm making Nussecken, Nut Corners, with my dad...grab a java and join us.


For the dough base:
1 ¾ c. (225g) all-purpose flour
⅔ tsp. baking powder
½ c. (100g) sugar
¼ tsp. vanilla extract or l packet of vanilla sugar
1 egg
1 tbs. water
7tbs. (100g.) butter or margarine
For the topping:
10 ½ tbs. (150g.) butter
¾ cup (150g.) granulated white sugar
½ tsp. vanilla extract or 2 packets vanilla sugar (I get vanilla sugar at our Fresh Market)
3 tbs. water
1c. + 2tbs. (100g.) ground hazelnuts
200g. sliced hazelnuts
3 tbs. apricot marmalade
For the chocolate corners:
4oz. (120g.) bittersweet chocolate

Grease the baking pan (40 x 30cm) or put a piece of baking paper down on it. (I did the baking paper and it was much easier) Pre-heat the oven to 350.

For the bottom dough, mix the flour and baking powder in a bowl. Add the rest of the “bottom dough” ingredients and mix everything with your mixer. Form it all together with your hands into a ball and set aside. I usually wrap it and put it in the fridge while I make the topping.

For the topping, melt the butter, sugar, vanilla sugar, and water in a pan slowly on medium heat. Add in the ground and sliced hazelnuts. Take the pan off the heat and let it cool for about 10 minutes.

Spread out the bottom dough in the pan, all the way to sides and evenly. Spread the marmalade on top. Spread the topping on evenly.

Put the baking sheet in the middle of the pre-heated oven and bake 25 minutes. It is done when it is golden brown.
Let it cool for minimum 20 minutes.
Cut into triangles.
Melt the dark chocolate.
 Dip each corner of the cookie in the chocolate. Lick excess off your fingers!

In German:

1. Das Backblech fetten oder Backpapier darauf legen. Den Backofen vorheizen 180 C für Ober-/Unterhitze.
2. Für den Teig Mehl mit Backpulver in einer Rührschüssel mischen. Übrige Zutaten für den Teig hinzufügen und alles mit einem Handrührgerät zu einem Teig verarbeiten, anschließend mit den Händen zu einer Rolle formen.
3. Für den Belag, Butter mit Zucker, Vanillin-Zucker und Wasser in einem Topf unter Rühren langsam erwärmen und zerlassen. Gemahlene und gehobelte Haselnusskerne unterrühren. Den Topf von der Kochstelle nehmen und den Belag etwa 10 Minuten abkühlen lassen.
4. Den Teig auf dem Backblech ausrollen. Aprikosenkonfitüre darauf streichen. Belag gelichmäßig auf dem Teig verteilen. Das Backblech in Backofen schieben, etwa 25 min.
5. Die Gebäckplatte etwa 20 min. auf einem Kuchenrost erkalten lassen, dann in Dreiecke schneiden.
6. Die Schokolade im Wasserbad unter Rühren schmelzen. Die beiden spitzen Ecken in den Guss tauchen.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

I'm Back!!!

What a crazy few weeks it has been. My beloved puddy kitty had a stroke...and well, you can imagine how that story ended. Yes...I have already been for HALO to find a new friend to add to our furry family, but, that didn't really go to well. I could barely see the cats and puppies through the water works. I think I wasn't ready. So, I'm going to wait a bit...it's only been a few days.

So, excuse my silence...I'm getting back on track!

Friday, September 5, 2014

Welcome Raven with her NEW book Double Jackson!!!

When I sat down to write this blog, I realized how lucky I am, doing what I love, writing stories. The fact people seem to enjoy them is a bonus, and one I never stop giving thanks for. I couldn't not write, I feel as if something is missing if I don't connect with my characters every day, even just for a few minutes. As my long-suffering hubby says, have lap top will travel. (It's amazing how much you can write on long haul)
Double Jackson, or Jackson for short is one of those stories that hit you, and demand to be told.
I've no idea where the idea came from, I just know I woke up one morning and started to write it. It was very definitely character driven, and one of the minor characters, Tina the housekeeper, nagged me all the time I wrote. It was as if she were in the room with me, looking over my shoulder…
Not only does she keep all the characters in the book in their place, she very definitely did it to me as well.
I think it worked.

A tasty morsel from the book...

Jackson Carrick at Tits and Bum Club—gay in more ways than one.
As morning wake up calls go, those damning headlines made for a rude awakening. The renowned actor is a one man guy, thank you very much, so why would a doppelganger set out to discredit him, and more importantly, who is it?
As the mystery unravels and loyalties are tested, Jackson has to rely on his husband, housekeeper, and friends to keep his reputation from swirling down the drain.
Fortunately, Jackson's husband Collum knows just how to keep his man from worrying. Only one thing to do when you're stuck inside waiting for news—lots of mind-blowing sex.

(Fizz is Tina's twin, and Jack's agent.)
Jack took hold of the phone as if it were a time bomb about to go off. Which, Coll decided it might well be. He stared at Jack, and willed his positive thoughts to be heard as Jack connected the call.
"Hi, Fizz. Hold on, I want to put this on speakerphone so I don't have to repeat it to Coll."
"Where are you? No don't tell me if it's too much information. Are you at home?" Her voice was loud and tinny in the room. "Do you have today's paper handy? Is there a clock or three around? Are you decent?" The staccato questions came thick and fast. "Jack?"
Coll's eyes widened and he shook his head at his lover's silent question. He had no idea what the inquisition was all about.
"Kitchen? With iPad and phone?" Jack could be as brusque as the next person when it was warranted. "Naked."
"That'll do." Fizz's voice ebbed and flowed as the signal changed strength. "Well, not the naked bit. Clothed. Plus a paper or two and remember, decently dressed. Do it now and send it to me please. I'll be with you as soon as I can. About ten minutes, I reckon." The phone went dead.
Jack looked at Coll, who raised one eyebrow.
"Oh, shit."
"Oh, fuck. Her ten is five. I don't think she means in our birthday suits." Jack pinched Coll's left nipple and rolled of the bed to land on his feet.
"Bastard. I wish I was that agile." Coll sat up, stretched and then stood up slowly.
"Ha. If you had to do the stuff I do in this series you'd be limber as well. Problem is at the end I'll be arthritic and stiff as an excited cock everywhere, not just in my dick." He jogged into the bathroom, and with a wry grin, Coll followed him.
Jack had the shower on full blast. As Coll watched he spun round under the water three times and got out.
"Over to you. I'll go hunt up iPads and stuff." Jack rubbed his hands over his hair and snagged a towel as he moved swiftly away.
"Cover up your jiggles then," Coll called after him. "No cock rock on display."
A whistle was his reply.
Coll wasn't under the water much longer than it took to wash any traces of sex from his body, and soak his sweat-slicked hair. He flicked a towel across his body in the hope some water would be caught and absorbed and then pulled on a clean t-shirt before he ignored boxers, and thrust his damp legs into linen trousers and deck shoes. The material of the trousers chafed his skin and he wriggled uncomfortably. Maybe he should have donned underwear after all. The last thing he wanted was a rash on his cock from the nylon thread they used in his clothes.
It was too late. He heard the deep-throated rumble of a powerful motorbike and guessed Fizz had arrived.
Coll took the stairs two at a time. He arrived in the hall as the knocker crashed onto the wood with such force he wouldn't have been surprised to see it emerge through the panel and an attached hand still thumping away.
He pulled the door open and Fizz almost fell into the foyer.
"Have you taken that picture yet?" she demanded in a breathless voice as she took off her helmet and put it on top of an old-fashioned hat stand.
"Good afternoon, Fizz. Not yet, sorry. How are you, Coll? I'm fine, thank you, Fizz, how are you?" Coll said sarcastically. "Would you like to take a breath before or after you hit me over the head for my tardiness?" The look he received would wither the hardest cock.
"Funny, ha, ha. I need that photo like an hour ago."
"Difficult." Jack had entered the hall unnoticed. "We didn't know you wanted it, and it would have been a TMI photo."
Fizz made a noise like a particularly upset wildcat. Jack sniggered. "Knickers in a twist, Fizz?"
"No, but your nuts will be in a nutcracker before you can say walnut or pecan if we don't get stuff sorted out pretty damned quick. Let me take a damned photo." She snapped the words irritably. "Where?"
"Kitchen. I was setting it up."
"I don't want a set up," Fizz followed Jack into the kitchen, and Coll followed the two if them.
If he was a ladies’ man, then Fizz's ass would be everything you could ask for. Not for the first time he wondered why she was single with no guy—or woman in sight.
Coll made a beeline for the coffee pot. "Coffee?"
"After." Fizz didn't look up from her phone. "Okay, it's still okay. Get sorted. No, not like that. Who lines up three clocks and props a newspaper up for a selfie for no reason? I want natural."
"If we'd known an hour ago you could have had au naturel."


If you enjoyed the teaser and want to read more, Here's the buy links






If you want to check out my and my other books, please pop over to
www.ravenmcallan.com where you'll find all you need, and learn a wee bit about me.

Thanks for reading,

Love R x

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Visiting with Carlene Love Flores!!!!

I’d like to extend my gratitude to Antonia for being such a wonderful hostess today. Being on blog tour is fun and a lot of work and when you have such generous and supportive folks offering to help out, there simply aren’t enough ways to say Thank You. The book I’ve brought today is the fifth story in my rock star romance series, The Sin Pointe Novels. Wicked Flower is all about the band’s lead singing bass player, Stefan Calderon. To celebrate its release as well as the series as whole, I got the idea to share some of my favorite Stefan Moments over the yearsat each blog tour stop. Today’s comes from Book 2, Sin’s Flower. Here we have the hero, Jaxon who is also the band’s songwriter, in a bit of a funk. But what I love about this bit is getting to see the process that a Sin Pointe song goes through as it travels from Jaxon’s heart and mind andthen eventually makes its way to Stefan’s heart and voice. I really believe these two guys share a kindred soul which has made them such fun to write about. From Sin’s Flower
He didn’t want to be bothered with anyone else’s shit.  Not while he was figuring out how to become a hero.  He slid his butt down to the floor, back against the padded wall and half sang the words he’d hand over to Stefan to sing from his heart someday soon.  
“I only need her because she’s gone.  I have no idea where she is and I couldn’t care less.  You were always my chosen mess.  I’m not the only one who needs you; wish I could say the same for myself.  I’ll never get another chance if I won’t ask for help.  Just change me, then someone can save me.  I’m the mess.  I’m the mess.”
Jaxon’s toes wiggled in response to the gritty melody.  

And here is the Wicked Flower blurb:
~Editor’s Pick
Sin Pointe front man Stefan Calderon is playing a very dangerous game and his mom’s live-in caretaker, Dani Foster, just landed right smack in the middle of it.
Practically strangers when Stefan rolls into his small hometown looking to patch things up with Mom, his and Dani’s worlds collide with a hot and intense hook up. He knows right away this woman will make the perfect partner for his two weeks in town. But when she realizes whose son he is, and what he’s there to do, sexy times come to an abrupt halt.
That is until they come up with a solution. Rules. Every game needs them. The question isn’t if they’ll break them, but when and how hard.
It’s a wickedly delicious game, one neither of them intends to lose.

Thanks for letting me share with you today. If you’d like to spend more time with Stefan in his own book, you can find Wicked Flower at these lovely places:

Wanna add Wicked Flower to your Goodreads Shelf? You rock and thanks!https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23121017-wicked-flower

Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no favorites there-she loves them all). These things inspire her intimate style of romance writing. She feels honored to be a member of Washington DC Romance Writers (WRWDC), Romance Writers of America and the Waterworld Mermaids. Carlene currently lives in the San Diego area where she can often be found listening to live music and looking up at the sky on clear nights.  If she could touch someone’s heart with her writing the way others have done for her, she’d say truly there never lived a luckier girl.  
Find Carlene Here, she’d love to hear from you:

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Evernight Publishing End of Summer Sale!!!!

Happy Weekend, Evernight Readers!

It's a great time to stock up because ALL EVERNIGHT TITLES are 25% OFF this weekend!


Spice up your long weekend with a good juicy book!!!

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Dirty Laundry!!!!

One of the interesting habits I have kept from the old country is hanging out the laundry. In Europe, hanging out the laundry is common place...here...not so much. Up north, there is nothing like the smell of sheets that had hung outside in the fall. I can still see my mom hanging laundry in the dead of winter with her hand knitted beanie on and gloves.

Here, in Florida, I think our clothes bake rather than flap in the cool breeze!!

Recently, my neighbor asked if I had a dryer!!! Chuckle...yes, I do...

and my Germany bliss list continues!!!

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

1000 Kinds of Sausage?????

 Did you know...

Beer is officially considered a food in Bavaria.
There are over 300 kinds of bread in Germany. I love a good crummy bread!! I can't stand when you get a hoagie on a glorified hot dog bun!!!! Ick!!!
There are also bread museums. Can you imagine the gift shop???
Munich is further north than any major US city (excluding Alaska).
While it is called Oktoberfest, it actually starts in September.
The first Oktoberfest was a wedding celebration for Prince Ludwig of Bavaria.
Germany has over 400 zoos, the most in the world.
There are over 60 beer gardens in Munich.
Albert Einstein, the most recognized scientist in the world, was German and born in Ulm. He married his cousin.
There’s more soccer fan clubs in Germany than anywhere else in the world. Being at a game is amazing. I first saw Juergen Klinsmann play in Germany!
Wilhelm Conrad Roentgen discovered the X-rays in 1895.
Other notable German inventions include: the telephone, diesel engine, aspirin, fluorescent lamp, and the pregnancy test!!!
There are over 1,000 kinds of sausages in Germany. Seriously...1000...

Back to my bliss list tomorrow!!!

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Ela Stein's Saved by Perseus!!!!

Welcome Ela!!!!! Tell us about your new book!!!!

Thank you so much for having me here today! I’m really excited to share my new release. This story is special to me because I have loved Greek Myths since I was a child. My mom used to read them to me at bedtime, before I had even learned to read. I’ve always wondered what those times must have been like in reality – the truth behind the myth. On the other hand, I was just as fascinated by the fantasy part of it – a world where gods really do walk the earth. In my story, I’ve created a world that’s as authentic as possible, but still holds onto all the fantasy. So it’s a bit of historical fiction mixed with fantasy, and with a whole lot of naughtiness sprinkled in. I mean, the myths do leave all the “fun” details out, so I made sure to put them all back in, just as they were meant to be ;)
There are lots of funky happenings going on here, and it’s part of Evernight’s exclusive multiple-author series “Naughty Fairytales”. Andromeda is a curvaceous princess, and Perseus is the son of Zeus. Which, of course, explains his god-like body! I’m also pleased to share that this story was an “Editor’s Pick”.

Andromeda’s world comes crashing down when the Gods proclaim that she is to be chained to a rock and offered as a sacrifice to the sea monster that has been ravaging her lands. Terrified, she has no choice but to obey, though the tentacled creature is her worst nightmare come to life, and he has ominous plans for her. Perseus witnesses her plight and comes to her rescue, but liberating Andromeda requires more than just skill with his sword. Will his love be enough to save her not only from the monster, but from her dark past that conspires to never let her go?

A sneak peek...
When I was a little girl, a snake bit me on the ankle. My mother told the story of how I barely survived, how I had gone in and out of consciousness, flushed with fever, eyes glazed. When I dreamed, I called out about falling into a pit of vipers.

And now before me, my nightmare came to life. Tentacles surged out of the water, but they far more resembled teeming snakes. Unlike octopus arms, they had no suction cups, and ended in blunt tips. Glistening and sinuous, they blindly explored the harsh rock, covering its entire surface, exploring each crevice, and inevitably coming closer and closer to me.

I dug my heels into the rock behind me and curled my toes in. I turned my head and would have shut my eyes, but I couldn’t force myself to stop staring at the monstrosity. Tugging at the shackles did no good and only made the panic surge to a higher pitch until I felt like a wild animal about to become prey.

Only a foot from my toes now, the snake appendages roamed over the rock, some thick and large, like a man’s thigh, and some thin like my little finger. One, about the thickness of my arm, separated itself from the others and moved higher up the rock, coming toward me. I gasped and pulled away from it as far as the chains would allow.

It slithered audibly over the rocky surface and nudged at my toes. I did shut my eyes then, and turned my head into my arm.

It slipped over my foot and wrapped itself about my ankle. I raised my leg and tried to shake it off, but it only coiled tighter about me, digging into my flesh as though to warn me. It wrapped more and more around my lower leg and then began to slowly travel upward, twisting over and over, over my knee and then over my thigh.

I clamped my legs together to halt its progress, but it was far stronger. It wormed its way between my limbs and under my skirt. Slowly it came ever closer to the apex of my thighs, and when it finally reached it, and brushed against my sex, I jumped. The strong muscle rubbed against my clit as it continued to flow upward, along my torso, slowly winding its way. The friction of it rubbing at me terrified and excited me at once. My eyes still closed, I only felt it when other snake limbs joined this one. Another one twined around my other leg, and still others wrapped themselves about my arms.

“My bride,” a rough voice whispered, loud as a thunderclap and yet so quiet I was sure I only heard it in my mind. It carried the same implacable weight of power as the words of the Oracle.

My eyes flew open, and I came face to face with Cetus.

Available at:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/saved-by-perseus-by-ela-stein/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Saved-Perseus-Naughty-Fairy-Tales-ebook/dp/B00MUC5FYM/ref=la_B00KIO5ZE4_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1408624994&sr=1-3

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-savedbyperseus-1602829-143.html

BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/saved-by-perseus-mf

About Ela Stein:
Reading was my entertainment and salvation as a child, and it transferred into a passion for writing. I am still very much a reader, and love many different genres, from erotic romance, to fantasy (dark, dark fantasy!), to historical fiction, and that love is reflected in my own writing as well (I don't do contemporary very often). If you'd like to learn more about me, or chat about books and life, you can find me all over the web:

Website: www.ElaStein.com
Blog: http://elastein.blogspot.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Stein_Ela
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ela.stein.735
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/elastein/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8142001.Ela_Stein

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

A Tease from Raven McAllan's New Book!!!!

Introducing Raven McAllan!!!!

Well what can I say?

I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

It's funny how my characters tell me very firmly who they are, what they are and insist I write just that. No trying to change them. It just won't work.
By trial and error, I've now accepted that.
Nina and Dominic were no exception. In fact I wondered at times if they would ever get together, they were so blooming stubborn.
However they had fun trying to show each other whom they were and want they wanted.
I just wrote what they told me to—as you do.
This is the result...

Nina Mack is no sub. So why then do all her senses scream at her to submit to the enigmatic Dominic Christopher?
When the two meet at her friend's hen party at Dommissimma, sparks fly. Their attraction is immediate and explosive, but how can Nina ever allow herself to enter into a relationship with a Dom?
Dominic has lost interest in BDSM since the death of his wife, so the insistent tug of awareness toward the volatile and decidedly bratty Nina is a welcome surprise.
With his inner Dom firmly awakened can he convince Nina to give their relationship a try?
Time will tell if these two can find their own Dom/sub relationship and reclaim happiness.
A wee tease for you…
Nic held out his hand for the keys, and after a brief startled glance, Nina passed them to him. He locked the door and handed them back. She tucked them inside her handbag.

"Why did you do that?" Nina asked once she was inside the car with him. "Lock my door? I've been doing it for years."

"Good." Nic checked the flow of traffic and overtook a bus. "And when we're together I'll do it for you."

"But why?" Nina asked again. "Why not just let me lock up?"

There's that word again.

"I swear the first word you ever spoke was why," Nic said as he turned the car into the street where Dommissimma was situated. "And I bet it will be your last. I agree that to question things you don't understand is a good thing, but by heck, Nina, you'd even question why I asked for dark chocolate not milk."

"No, I wouldn't then," she said in a triumphant tone. "Because dark chocolate helps to control the sub drop a sub might get after a scene. Or a Dom for that matter." She didn't add so there, but Nic could hear it inferred in her voice.

"Good. I've found one action you won't question. I wonder if there's any more?" He stopped the car in the half empty car park and switched of the engine. "Not too busy, but it looks like there'll be enough going on so you'll be able to gauge your reactions. Let me come ‘round and help you out. And before you say anything, that, plus locking your door are just some of those common courtesies we spoke of over the phone. To me I don't do it as a Dom, I do it as a man."

"I might question it, the chocolate. I'd wonder who it was for." Nina said as they approached the nondescript door to Dommissimma. "Seeing as we're not scening."

"Not at the moment." Nic agreed with her. "But who knows when we might need it." He looked at her pale face. "Are you sure you're okay with this? I don't want you passing out or anything." Her pallor worried him. He hoped she wasn't anemic.

"What?" She sounded surprised. "I'm fine, why?"
"You're as white as a sheet."
"I usually am," Nina said. "But in this case I think it's hunger, worry I might let you down rather than natural Celtic pale skin, and oh sh—oot, I recognize that car." Nina waved toward a dark saloon in the corner of the car park. "Beware of nosy Doms. That's Edan's, and if he's here it’s a shoe in Athol will be as well."

"Why are you hungry?" Nic honed in on her first reason.

"Running late, apprehension, forgot to buy bread, take your pick. And now a crowing Athol."

Nic grinned and kissed her nose. She wrinkled it. "That tickles."

"It'll be directed at me as well as you, anima mia. I've only been around when needed these last few years. And there's no need to be apprehensive. We're not scening, and you said nothing frightened you, just that it wasn't your thing, so why worry?"

"I didn't say it was logical," Nina said. "I can't explain it, there's no logical explanation, in fact no explanation at all. It makes no sense, but it’s how I feel." She bit her lip and gave a deprecating smile. "Stupid or what?"

Nic tugged her to one side of the door. "Not stupid. But I'm going to do my damnedest to change how you feel. Nina, love, nothing you can say or do will let me down." Unless it's let's get out of here, or I don't want to see you again, Nic. "Remember you can safe word me over anything. And a nip just here," he put her thumb and forefinger on the back of his hand, "will alert me if something is bothering you and we need to move away and talk. Yes?"

"Then are you ready?"
Nina blinked and squared her shoulders. "Yes, Sir, I'm ready."

He could see her mindset changing as she spoke.
"Then let's go in."







and me… www.ravenmcallan.com
Happy reading,
Love R x

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Marzipan - Passionate Pictures!!!

Passion and Marzipan

In his stories, the great novelist Boccaccio clearly describes the correlation between passion and marzipan. In those days, marzipan was topped with gold leaf to crown the sweet temptation. Today you can find it in grocery stores everywhere, shaped like fruit, around the holidays.

Marzipan is simply a mixture of sugar and almond paste!!! Heavenly

Typically, german children get a marzipan piggy with a gold coin in it's mouth for a good luck treat around the new year.  There is a Cafe in Bielefeld, that has a wall of marzipan, shaped into sweet little figures to suit the old and young. To this day, I have to go there and pick out a few memory laden treats. They NEVER make it home, in some cases...not even out of the cafe! Visit Knigge online to see the wall of marzipan. You can even order some online!!!

The first Europeans to indulge in marzipan rich peeps. It has been reported that Queen Elizabeth I of England, who lived from 1533 to 1603, was addicted to all things sweet...especially marzipan!

Later, at the French ‘Sun King’ Louis XIV’s sumptuous feasts, huge tables laden with marzipan were the order of the day. Marzipan reproductions of all sorts of fruits, poultry and game were created – anything you desired could be made.

Marzipan is particularly popular and prized in Lübeck. It's considered marzipan central. I have an aunt that lives there and she knows to bring copious amounts of marzipan when she comes to visit. The difference marzipan from there to the stuff from an grocery store here is the ratio of sugar to almond paste. The German stuff is about 90% almond paste to 10% sugar. The grocery store variety is about a 50/50 blend. Too sweet!!!! Yuckola

Keep your eyes peeled around the holidays this year and taste some passion!!!

Thursday, August 14, 2014


How many of you can’t remember your wedding anniversary or your kids’ birthdates for that matter, but can recite just about every fact, player, or rule there is to know when it comes to your favorite football team?

I’m talking about soccer in case you’re thinking about the Steelers, the Redskins, or the Packers. The true and only football!

Football lovers, we are some of the most dedicated, hard-core, and fanatic fans there are on the planet — so what better way to celebrate your love of the game than along the German Football Route, or Deutsche Fußballroute as it’s called in German? Notice I said...WE!!!

One thing you must know before you take off on a tour through North Rhine-Westphalia, it’s not a driving route. The entire route (all 15 towns of it) is meant to be enjoyed on bicycle and by the power of your own two feeties. Yup...these boots are made for walkin'!

The signage of the German Football Route is in both German and English, so don't let not knowing the language slow you down.

Anyway, each town on the route has a number of sites throughout, and all include a stadium of some sort where the best game on the freakin' planet is played.

Anyone know who won the World Cup this year?

My Germany Bliss List continues tomorrow!!!

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

My Mom's Favorite Holiday Recipe

German Roulades are thin slices of beef often rolled sour pickle and mustard, onion and bacon. Browned, then braised, they take inexpensive cuts of beef and make them worthy of being served on the holidays. It was a staple for our family on Christmas!!! Start practicing now!!!

Prep Time: 30 minutes
Cook Time: 2 hours


2 lb. brisket or rump, beef, sliced thin
2 T. mustard
1 dill pickle
1 onion
2 slices bacon
1/2 T. butter
1/2 T. oil
1 carrot
1-2 stalks celery
1/2 c. dry red wine
Bay leaf
Salt and pepper
Fresh parsley for garnish

Lay beef out flat.

Cut pickle lengthwise into strips, dice onion and bacon very fine.

Spread each slice with mustard, fill one end with 1 - 2 tablespoons of onion, 2 slices of pickle and some diced bacon.

Roll up from the filled end and tie with string.

Melt the butter and oil in a saucepan or Dutch oven and brown the outside of the roulade in it.

Meanwhile, dice the carrot and celery.

Remove the roulades to a plate, and place the vegetables in the pan. Place the beef rolls back on top of the vegetables, add a half cup of red wine and a little water, to make about 1/2 inch of liquid in the pan.

Add the bay leaf, 1/2 teaspoon of salt (depends on how salty the bacon is) and some grinds of pepper, cover and braise over low heat for two hours, or until beef is tender.

Remove beef roulades and keep warm. Thicken the sauce with a little flour. Season to taste with more salt and pepper as needed. Place roulades back in sauce until serving time.

Enjoy my memory meal!

Monday, August 11, 2014

Lilith Duvalier's New Book!!!!

Lilith was bursting with excitement the other day sharing her new book with me!
"I am very excited for “We Wander Far From Home”! It’s my first full length novel, and I’m very proud of the way it combines a nuanced love story with an old fashioned western adventure. I started this story in 2009 with the intention of submitting it to an anthology call, but the deadline flew by before I figured out how to finish it. I stuck it in a folder and forgot about it for a little over a year. Then I started taking it out every few months, writing another chapter here, doing some edits there and putting it away again. It didn’t really come together until January this year and I’m thrilled to see it published by Evernight!"

Here's a tidbit to wet your whistle...

A crack shot best gal, a former criminal lover, a sudden ejection from everything he's ever known, and the faintest taste of freedom. That's what drives Will Kearny out of the comfort of a normal life and out into the Nebraska wilderness. Soon, the sweet, quiet dairy farmer from Minnesota is robbing stage coaches, knocking over banks and running off into the mountains to celebrate in Henry Fitzpatrick's arms.  But winter's coming on, the stage coach routes are drying up, and the law is onto them. Life on the edge is the only way Will and Henry can be together, but life on the edge is short. Can forbidden love survive in a harsh world?

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Love Seat Saga

My husband hates our love seat. He says it hurts his back. Quite frankly, it has the perfect butt rut for me...and I do some of my best writing there! Anyway, we go shopping for a new one.

Right off, we are accosted by a salesperson and so I drift away to the leather couches. He gives the salesperson his demands and we are off ! First one we sat on...too short for my husband. The second one was gorgeous, brown leather, console, and long enough for him. I love it. He gets up and I hear him say, "my wife cuddles into me every night and we have huge cat that lays on the arm of our love seat and snuggles in, so we can't have a console and so the arm needs to be a wide cushy arm. Oh yeah, and sometimes he lays between us...".

At this point the salesperson excuses himself, and I just look at my husband full of overwhelming love.

I still don't think we need a new love seat!

(Yes, we are both in the love seat right now...with our giant cat on the arm of the love seat!)
Gotta go make Sunday breakfast for the fam!

Happy Sunday!!

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Liquid Love!!!

The main female character in my current obsession has an addiction...to two things actually...one is Bullet Proof coffee!!!

Try it! See why she's hooked!!!

1 cup of hot freshly brewed coffee...it even works with coffee bags!!!
1 Tablespoon of grass-fed butter
1 Tablespoon of coconut oil
Optional: raw honey, cinnamon, vanilla. Anything you like actually...even pumpkin purée!!!

Put it in the blender for a few seconds and into your favorite mug!

You will love the creaminess as much as she does!!!

Monday, August 4, 2014

Love on a Plate!!!

If you want to drive someone nuts...pander to their basic need for food!! The aroma alone will evoke a myriad of memories that will translate to their taste buds!!!

Try this Ricotta Pound Cake...it stirs up some great emotions!!!!

You will need:
1/4 cup room temp salted butter
1 1/2 cups flour
2 1/2 tsp. baking powder
1 1/2 cups whole milk ricotta...room temp
1 1/4 cups sugar
1/3 cup extra virgin olive oil
3 eggs
1 tablespoon vanilla extract (I also have used almond extract for that marzipan flavor)
Shaved dark chocolate (you can't use chips...they sink!!!)
Zest of one orange

Preheat oven to 350*. Butter mini pans loaf pans. The mini ones worked for me so that I could give each person their own love baked loaf. I use lovely cardboard mini pans I had discovered on my travels this year.

Okay...sift together flour, baking powder in a medium bowl.
Beat together butter, ricotta, sugar, olive oil, zest, and vanilla extract in a large bowl.
Marry the wet and the dry and continue to beat for about 2 minutes.
Add in one egg at a time, beating after each egg.
Then fold in shaved chocolate...

See how easy that is????

Pour into mini pans and bake for about 40 minutes. After 40 minutes check if a toothpick comes out clean. Don't over bake...you want the center to be heavy and MOIST!

Cool and devour warm!!!
It's like a warm hug for your soul!

Sunday, August 3, 2014


I dance between several WIP but one in particular has been screaming at me. A reunion story...now they are stuck in a cabin, snow is falling, power is out, and they have nothing but butter in the fridge.
They try and walk to the road but the snow is too deep. Having seen a kayak in the garage, he ties a rope to the kayak and pulls her through the snow. All the while she is yelling, "Go faster!"

Now what???

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Sparrenburg Castle

Sparrenburg Castle, situated in the Teutoburg Forest, towers 197 feet above Bielefeld, Germany. This castle provided the perfect backdrop for my parents and offered a spectacular view of Bielefeld for Silke and Horst in Love in Lederhosen!

So, let's begin at the beginning!
My father stood at the top of that castle over 65 years ago and called down to my mom to be. He claimed he would jump if she didn't agree to marry him. Romantic, huh? Well, she told him to go ahead and jump! Theirs was an epic love story to be shared in drips and drabs as we spend time together!

Although I'm now in the Sunshine State with a family of my own...there are shades of the old country still lurking in my soul. Love in Lederhosen was written right after I came back from a trip to see my family. My history always finds a way to be relived in my stories!

What special corner of the world whispers to you?

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

The Shallows

"...wandering the long narrow corridors of the stacks of books. Despite being surrounded by tens of thousands of books, I don't remember the feeling the anxiety that's symptomatic of what we today call information overload. There's something calming in the reticence of all those books, their willingness to wait years, decades even, for the right reader to come along and pull them from their appointed slots. Take your time, the books whispered to me in their dusty voices. We're not going anywhere."                The Shallows by Nicholas Carr

I've waited a long time for you dear reader!

Get your favorite beverage and snuggle in...let's get to know each other!

Luck and Love

Monday, July 28, 2014

Welcome Readers!

Exciting news! Love in Lederhosen, a Romance on the Go with Evernight Publishing, will be making it's debut in October!