Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Let the Voting Begin for #P&Epoll2014

Every year Preditor and Editors do a Reader's Poll

If you would like to vote for my book here is the link.



  http://critters.org/predpoll/novelerot.shtml

Thanks everyone.


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. Texas Deputy Bo Kildare is looking for a special kind of lady, one that is willing to meet his special requirements. No sweet little virgin will do, he wants a woman who knows how to please a man, perhaps two.

 Recently widowed, Sarah Elizabeth Foster-LaFever has lived in the public eye for the last few years and wants out. Her reputation as Micah LaFever’s wife has left her penniless and without many viable options until Bo comes calling. Now, she believes she found the perfect man until her past rears its ugly head.

Can murder and corrupt dealings keep these two lovers from making it to the alter?

Warning this is a very hot book, menage, threesome...

Excerpt: “God, when is he going to get here,” Sarah muttered and strolled to the freestanding, oval mirror in the corner.
Critically, she examined her silk dressing gown’s high collar. Unable to breathe with every button running down the front of garment secured, she’d only connected a few at her waist. The dark red robe highlighted her creamy complexion and light blonde hair.

Through the open at the top, she viewed the curve of her breasts and the tight fit of her corset. The cream color almost matched her skin, creating the illusion that she was nude underneath. Tugging aside her wide skirt, she examined the long line of her legs. She’d opted to omit her bloomers. One, because with the fire raging in the fireplace, she was hot. Two, because she thought Mr. Kildare should get a glimpse of what he’d receive if he decided to make her his wife.

 Granted from what Madeline had told Sarah, the man wanted more than a dutiful wife. He sounded as if he were more like her deceased husband. Micah enjoyed playing extreme bedroom games.

 She frowned, thinking how much she’d missed sex in the last year. Not because she hadn’t had the chance to indulge. More because she hadn’t wanted to fall victim to the same power hungry crowd that Micah had belonged. She’d done enough for those bastards and she had no intentions of doing...

Knuckles hammered against her door.

 Brushing a nervous hand over her hair, she offered up a silent prayer that everything would work out before she rushed back to the doorway. After a quick breathe, she asked, “Who is it?”

 “Bo Kildare, I was sent by Madeline Cowden.”

A masculine tone rang from the other side.

 His voice alone sent shivers racing over her skin. She flipped back the lock and inched open the door. “Yes, she said you might be stopping by.”

You can read more on my website http://www.anitaphilmar.com/DeputysBride.html

Hope you enjoy,

 Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Monday, December 29, 2014

Naughty List #Excerpt and a #HolidayRecipe for Custard



Introducing the Naughty Literati! Who are the Naughty Literati, you ask? We are a group of steamy romance writers who have banded together to produce excellent stories, stories so hot, so cool, so unique, so special that they deserve special treatment. We plan to give the world--the romance reading world, that is--four anthologies annually--more or less.

Naughty List, our first boxed set, of course has a winter holiday theme, but this is far from your usual vapid fare about kissing under the mistletoe and random sex at office Christmas parties. No--we have stories from the steamiest erotica to the most heart-warming happily ever after. We have medievals and futuristics, ménages and committed couples rediscovering love. You want romance? You want hot sex? We have it all.

And, of course, we also have holiday food, glorious food. And why not? Our winter memories often focus on food, from Halloween candy through the Thanksgiving feast to candy canes at Christmas to Champagne at New Year’s, and hot chocolate anytime.

In Viking in Tartan, my medieval tale of a vampire and clanswoman finding love--and each other--little Clan Kilbirnie celebrates a Yuletide wedding with what were traditional Scottish goodies: roasted lamb with a sauce made of berries and rosemary along with wheat boiled in broth and some haggis. Roasted rabbit and fish from the chilly ponds rounded out the meal, with both a sweet and a savory custard ending all.

Here’s the excerpt:

And that eve, Da joined them, reciting the solemn but joyous words that would bind her to her Viking warrior forever. She glanced around. Their Great Hall wasna so great, but on this afternoon the servants had outdone themselves. They’d cleared away the remains of the previous night’s revelry and decorated every table, mantel and window ledge with fresh evergreen and holly boughs. Their fragrance and bright berries lent a festive atmosphere to the ceremony. Pale moonlight struggled through the few arrow slits uncovered by tapestries.

A fire crackled and glowed, fed by the great Yule log that smoldered in the hearth. She was relieved to notice that because the storm wind had died down, the chimney didna smoke—for they were standing in front of the hearth for the short ceremony.

Clearly aware of the event’s importance, Erland had cleaned his boots, combed his long hair and shaved with a borrowed razor. He had found the largest plaid available and, with her brother’s help, had pleated it into a kilt and wore it belted atop immaculate linen borrowed from her da. The shirt almost fit, Da having gained more than a little weight as he’d aged.

Everyone had washed and was clad in their best. She’d done her part, choosing her finest cyrtel for the event. ’Twas fashioned of a soft red wool that looked especially well with her dark hair and eyes.

Erland looked down, caught her glance and smiled gently, in keeping with the solemnity of the occasion. She smiled back, her heart warmed, her pride swelling. Her man was an unexpected treasure. He’d already shown he could defend as well as love her. And he’d managed to get on with Da and Keith, despite his Viking heritage.

What would their bairns be like? Though she was still a mite sore, she could scarce wait to have Erland again and begin their new life.

How everything had changed in less than a day! She found it hard to remember she’d been willing to die rather than be joined to a man she detested. Indeed, she had promised herself she’d never wed, would never allow herself to be used as a pawn in her da’s schemes.

And she hadna. Fate had chosen her man. But how she had fallen so swiftly for Erland?

She wrenched her mind away from her stray, tumbling thoughts when Da wrapped a swatch of Kilbirnie plaid around their crossed wrists, joining them.

They kissed but briefly, with Rhona mindful of her da and brother watching.

The onlookers’ cheers bounced off the hall’s stone walls before everyone broke ranks to hug her and Erland. He looked a bit startled before he accepted the clan’s embrace.

She hoped that amity would continue. Scots and Vikings were fierce enemies, due to the Northmen’s frequent raids. Though the Kilbirnie clan was small and their lands lay in the south and west of Scotland—farther away from Scandinavia—they nevertheless lived in fear of the raiders. The Vikings dominated the islands to the west and north and were a force to be reckoned with.

She shunted all that aside to enjoy her wedding feast. Da had ordered a young sheep, one of the lambs born the previous spring, slaughtered so they ate it roasted with a sauce made of berries and rosemary along with wheat boiled in broth and some haggis. Roasted rabbit and fish from the chilly ponds rounded out the meal, with both a sweet and a savory custard ending all. Everyone noisily crowded around the tables to share the bounty.


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Here’s a recipe for the custard that Clan Kilbirnie may have eaten that long-ago Yule:

5 eggs
1/2 c honey
2 c fresh milk
1 tsp finely ground sea salt
Ground cinnamon and nutmeg to taste

Mix the ingredients together and bake until firm. In the 13th century, Clan Kilbirnie would not have had ovens, not even a primitive one. So the cauldron containing the custard would have been placed on the kitchen hearth for the baking.

source: http://cookeatshare.com/recipes/honey-custard-524




About Suz deMello:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms as Totally Bound and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.


Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

 

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.


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Wednesday, December 24, 2014

#HolidayRecipe Heavenly Gluten-Free Cheesy Biscuits and a Hot #Excerpt from Hell's Bounty

Heavenly Gluten-Free Cheesy biscuits.
Makes 12 biscuits.
2 cups Gluten-Free biscuit mix ¼ cup cold butter or margarine
2/3 cup milk
½ cup gluten-free shredded Cheddar Cheese
2 eggs
Heat oven to 425 F. in medium bowl, put biscuit mix in bowl. Using pastry blender or fork, cut in butter until mixture looks like coarse crumbs. Stir in milk, cheese and eggs until soft dough forms.
Drop dough by spoonful onto ungreased cookie sheet making 12 biscuits.
Bake 8 – 10 minutes or until golden brown.
Serve warm.
These freeze well for about 1 month.
VARIATIONS
Garlic – Cheese Biscuits.
In small bowl, mix ¼ melted butter and ¼ teaspoon crushed garlic, brush on warm biscuits before removing from cookie sheet. Serve warm.
Cheese Parsley Biscuits.
Add 1 tablespoon finely chopped fresh parsley to the mixture.










Hell’s Bounty, a paranormal erotica novella.
Blurb
When Raven Hart, a succubus bounty hunter for Hell, is stopped from getting her bounty by a giant of a man, she can’t fight the physical attraction.
Marcus Dionysius, a nephilim working for Heaven to stop Hell’s bounty hunter from stealing the souls meant for Heaven, knows he has met his sexual match.
Working together to find out who is really behind hell’s soul snatching, they realize the true danger is falling in love.


Excerpt
Raven looked over at him. “Marcus, this is the coroner, Doctor Hill. Doc, this is my new partner, Detective Marcus Dionysius.”
Marcus extended his hand to the doctor, but he just paced back and forth, ignoring the proffered handshake. “Oh, my dear, you shouldn’t see this.”
“Doc, I’m a detective. There isn’t much I haven’t seen.” Raven’s no-nonsense tone had no effect on the doctor. “No, dear, not this time.” He took her by the elbow and led her a few feet away from the body. Shaking his head, he continued, “This time it’s too personal. You don’t need to see this.” He pointed at the body on the ground. “It’s Stephen, my dear.”
Marcus watched shock flash across her face for a moment before she got control again. She wasn’t expecting to see her late partner. She hadn’t done this, but that didn’t clear her of the other attacks.
The captain was sleazy. Everyone in heaven and hell knew it. And everyone thought that because Raven worked so closely with him, she was part of his plan. Marcus hoped the sexy succubus wasn’t connected with hell’s mess. He moved closer to the body.
Doctor Hill glanced at him and stopped talking.
Clearing his throat, Marcus said softly to Raven, “I’ll handle this if you’re not up to it. The captain can assign another detective to work the case with me.”
Raven looked up at him, anger flaring in her eyes as she answered, “What do you think I am? Some fragile female who can’t do her job?”




Kayden Claremont’s Bio
Kayden loves sexy, well-crafted stories of lust and love.  Her sensuous style drives the characters in lustful romps.
Hell’s Bounty is published by The Wild Rose Press.
Kayden is a member of Romance Writers of America, Toronto Romance Writers;

She lives outside Toronto with her husband.
You can contact Kayden at:

Thanks for sharing, Kayden.
Have a wonderful holiday season and a great new year,

Anita

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

#HolidayRecipe EggNog Cookies and #Excerpt from Merry "Chris"Mas by Clare Dargin

Happy Holidays Everyone!  Yes it is that time of year, where we indulge 'til our heart's are content or pants no longer fit.  I know my personal weakness during the holiday season is Egg Nog. I love it with all of its custardy goodness.  And nowadays there are so many to choose from-- Pumpkin Egg Nog, Custard Egg Nog, Soy Egg Nog, Lite Egg Nog, Southern Comfort Egg Nog, Jim Beam Egg Nog and everything in between.  

Well if you find yourself with an over abundance of the delicious holiday drink- here's a recipe that may take some of it off your hands while still putting it in your tummy!

Enjoy!



Description
These wonderfully soft cookies are full of eggnog flavor and have hints of creamy white chocolate nestled on top.

Ingredients
2-¼ cups All-purpose Flour
1 teaspoon Baking Powder
1 teaspoon Cinnamon
1-½ teaspoon Nutmeg
¾ cups Butter, Softened
1 cup White Sugar
¼ cups Brown Sugar
2  Egg Yolks
1 teaspoon Vanilla Extract
½ cups Eggnog
8 ounces, weight White Chocolate Candiquik Or White Chocolate Chips
Nutmeg For Garnish, If Desired
Preparation
Preheat oven to 350 F. Line two baking pans with a Silpat mat or parchment paper. Set aside.

In a medium bowl, sift together flour, baking powder, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Set aside.

In a large bowl, combine the butter, white sugar, and brown sugar. Using an electric hand mixer or stand mixer with paddle attachment, cream until fluffy. Add egg yolks and vanilla and stir until smooth. Pour in eggnog and beat until mixture is creamy.

Slowly add flour mixture into the eggnog mixture, stirring until flour is just combined.

Chill dough for at least 15 minutes, as this ensures the cookies will bake up puffy and round.

Once dough is chilled, drop by heaping spoonfuls onto prepared baking pans leaving an inch or two between them. Bake for 18-20 minutes or until cookies are lightly browned but still soft.

Remove from oven and let them cool on the baking sheet.

When cookies have cooled, melt white chocolate in the microwave for about 2 minutes, stirring every 30 seconds so it doesn’t burn.

Working one cookie at a time, dip it halfway into the white chocolate and then place on a sheet of parchment paper to set. Sprinkle tops of white chocolate with nutmeg, if desired. Enjoy!


Notes: It is important not to over-bake these cookies. You will want to remove them from the oven when they are still soft on top.



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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Jilly Reimers wants love but can't find it. Chris Spinell is a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers from PTSD and a haunting feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris Poole is also an Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but is unsure how.

With Christmas just around the corner, they decide not to spend it alone. Believing The Love Play Matchmaking Service to be just what they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up. But when the guys show up and see that they've been set up on a menage, the only one happy about it is Jilly. 

Their consultant, called an Eros, assures Jilly that the service has a perfect track record but she's certain they'll be the first ones to get their money back. Will they have a very merry Christmas? Or will the three spend yet another one alone?

A Siren Erotic Romance


Excerpt

Jilly idly twirled a lock of her hair as she gazed at the fire. The meal was good, a bit awkward, but all right. Now with Chris S. in the shower, she and Chris P., who’d freshened up after her, sat beside her. She hoped she’d get a chance to know him a little better, now that they were alone.

Unlike Chris S., Chris P. was quiet, more reserved. His warm smile could melt ice. They’d spoken a bit about his life in Australia and how he met the other Chris when they were on Diego Garcia, a tiny atoll in the Pacific. It was there he garnered a better perspective on life, friendships and love. She reasoned that war tended to do that to a person.

She looked at him again, admiring what she saw. He was gorgeous. If only she were a femme fatale like her friends. She pictured grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and planting a long seductive kiss on his pouty lips. Anything to ease the tension between her legs and the moisture dripping from her swollen pussy.

Golden and sun-kissed like a surfer, he had a look impossible to have around this time of year in Michigan, unless he spent countless hours in a tanning booth. But at the same time he didn’t look like the type who’d go to one. He seemed too rugged. She glanced at his short, flaxen hair, which he wore pulled back in a stubby tail. It accentuated his keen facial features. His physique, like that of a gladiator, made her want to whimper. Built like a brick wall without being too thick, he was three words—supple, etched, steel. And his Australian accent added to his raw sexiness.

Whereas Chris S. was the perfect picture type of the all-American, boy-next-door type, with light brown hair and sandy-colored tips and eyes so blue they looked like the color of tropical water. He reminded her of the high school captain of the football team who’d gone into the military and become a man, except he had a sensitive edge that permeated his being. While Chris P., who looked like he could take on a few guys at once, was more lighthearted and outgoing.

Either way, she knew she hit the jackpot because both guys were like something out of a magazine called Hot Guys “R” Us. They were a perfect ten. It was best Christmas gift anyone could have ever given her. She hoped a Chris Sandwich was definitely on the menu for the night. But how to get past the talking stage, she had no clue. She wondered if all of her Love Play’s match ups started like this.

Wearing some leggings and a cami, and he a T-shirt and shorts, she suddenly felt overdressed. The art of seduction was not something they taught in any of the schools she’d attended, and she sure as hell never picked up any pointers from her so-called “friends.” And her exes never gave her any encouragement in that department either.

This date should have come with instructions. I think I’m in trouble.

She let out a long sigh.

“Did you say something?” Chris P. asked, stirring from his long silence.

“I was just thinking how beautiful this place is,” she lied. What? How lame is that?

“It is. I’ve never been to a place quite like this.”

“Love Play has quite a reputation.”

“You’ve used it before?” He perked up, facing her.

Heat burned her cheeks. “No. It’s what I heard from some of their clients.”

“So have you been married?” he asked.

“No.”

“Neither have I. Never found anyone to get serious with,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t know. Maybe cupid’s arrow doesn’t work on me.”

“For me they’re defective. Or maybe his aim is bad,” she said, trying to suppress the memory of her ex-boyfriend.

“What do you mean?”

“My relationships, they never work out.” She shrugged her shoulders. “For whatever reason, they seem to choose my friends over me. Or it ends up that way once we get together.”

He shook his head. “Nah. They were bad blokes from the start. Believe me. I know. I’ve been around those types my entire life. The randier they are, the worse they will be. If a man wants you, he’ll stay.” His tone was soft, almost vulnerable.

“Maybe.”

“So tell me,” he said, turning to face her, “you ordered this hook up?”

Again, her face flushed. She imagined it turning its characteristic red when the blood rushed to her cheeks.

“Yes. But according to the guidelines, you would have either had to be open to it or requested it too. Right?”

He chuckled. “I see he also got the smart I asked for. Yes, I am open to a ménage.” His expression became serious. “Do you think me odd?”

“No. I’m glad we share that desire.”








Author Bio

Clare Dargin is an author of Science Fiction and Romance and has been writing stories all of her life before being published in 2007. She’s a great fan of the two genres and loves promoting them.

An educator by profession, she possesses a Bachelor’s Degree in English from a major mid-western university. She presently resides in the Midwest and she hopes to expand her writings to include non-fiction, historical romance, and contemporary novels.







Sunday, December 21, 2014

Spotlight on Circles of Fate by Pamela S Thibodeaux



Blurb: Set at the tail end of the Vietnam War era, Circles of Fate takes the reader from Fort Benning, Georgia to Thibodaux, Louisiana. A romantic saga, this gripping novel covers nearly twenty years in the lives of Shaunna Chatman and Todd Jameson. Constantly thrown together and torn apart by fate, the two are repeatedly forced to choose between love and duty, right and wrong, standing on faith or succumbing to the world’s viewpoint on life, love, marriage and fidelity. With intriguing twists and turns, fate brings together a cast of characters whose lives will forever be entwined. Through it all is the hand of God as He works all things together for the good of those who love Him and are
called according to His purpose.

Excerpt:

“What?” Todd Jameson’s hand trembled so hard the phone he held
threatened to slip through his numb fingers. He wiped a sweaty palm down his
thigh and grabbed the receiver then switched ears. The anguish in Mike Ferel’s voice
made the pleasantries they shared the first few minutes of the call seem like a
distant conversation.

“I’m sorry, Todd, to be the
one to tell you this, especially after what you’ve been through this last
year.”

He’d spent nine months at
war, nine months facing and dealing with death, but not even those things
prepared him for the death of his hopes and dreams in nine short minutes.
“When?”

A heavy exhale preceded
Mike’s answer. “Margaret died six months ago. Shaunna married three months
after.”

She said she loved me. He hadn’t meant to utter the thought aloud, but
somehow the words slipped past the knot in his throat.

“She cried a long time after
you left, didn’t understand why you never wrote or called.”

Though his voice held no
accusation, Todd heard the chastisement in Mike’s tone. “I...”

He blinked hard and cleared
his throat. “What was I supposed to do, blurt out my feelings over the phone or
in a letter and ask her to wait? I thought she was too young to go through
that, especially with the war and all. Not knowing if, when, I’d get sent over there was hard enough on me; she didn’t
need that on her heart. What if I didn’t come back? I couldn’t fathom putting
her through such an ordeal. Not with all the responsibilities she shouldered
from her mother’s illness.”

“I’m sorry.”

Todd raked a hand over his
face. “Is she happy? Is he a good man?”

“Seems to be.”

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Happy Holidays everyone,

Anita

Friday, December 19, 2014

ShortBread Cookies #HolidayRecipe and an #Excerpt for A Cruise to Remember

This is last years recipe but I enjoyed it so much thought I'd put it out early for those already looking for holiday treats.

SHORTBREAD COOKIES (whipped) 6 dozen

3 cup granulated flour                                    1 lb. butter – soft            
1 cup icing sugar                                               A few drops of vanilla or almond flavoring
½ cup corn starch

Place butter in a large bowl and cream with an electric mixer or beater.
Add dry ingredients and flavoring – beat until light and fluffy
Drop by a teaspoon on ungreased cookie sheet
Bake at 325 F about 15 minutes

(Rice flour may be used 1 cup rice flour mixed with 2 cups regular flour)



A CRUISE TO REMEMBER
BLURB
Amnesia, a cruise ship, a jewel theft ring and attempted murder combine to make it a cruise to remember. Hallie Donald has been in an accident and has amnesia. She’s traveling on the cruise as a companion. And someone is trying to kill her.
She doesn’t remember anything but someone   Interpol agent Eric Norby searches for jewel thieves on a Caribbean cruise, but his main suspect is the woman he loves.
EXCERPT
   “You’re still shaking. Come on over here where it’s quiet.” Eric found a sheltered corner, away from most of the passengers. “Sit down, doctors’ orders. I’ll be right back with two drinks. You could use something to relax you. They have special sail-away drinks. You okay with that you?”
   He slipped his uniform jacket off and draped it around her shoulders, over her shawl.
   “Sounds great, but it’s not necessary.” She felt warmer in the jacket and his musky male scent enveloped her. It was pleasant and sexual. She knew didn’t react to all men’s scent this way. She looked up and noticed his lip curled slightly as he smiled.
   “Yeah, it is. Keep the jacket on to help warm you up. I’ll be right back.”
   Hallie sat on the edge of the chair. She forced herself to take deep, calming breaths. She relaxed slightly and leaned back. Eric’s jacket slipped from her shoulders to the deck. She bent to pick it up when she felt rather than heard a buzzing sound, something like a mosquito, past her left ear.
   Strange.
   She sat back up and twisted around to adjust Eric’s jacket. There was a hole in the back of the deck chair.
   Funny, I don’t remember it being there before I picked up the jacket.
   She ran her finger over the hole.
   “Here we go.” Eric carried a couple of tall, red, orange and yellowed colored drinks topped off with parasols.
   “What were you doing?” he asked.
   “I’m not sure. There was a funny sound, like a mosquito, and I think this hole just appeared.”
   “What the hell...?” Eric placed the drinks onto a nearby table. He ran his finger over the hole.
“It’s a bloody bullet hole.”
   “A what? You’re kidding?”
   “No, I’m not. Where were you when it happened?” Eric looked at the hole. He squinted back in the direction it would have come from.
   “I guess that’s when I bent down to pick up your jacket.”
   “My God, you could have been killed.” Eric pulled Hallie into his arms and squeezed her against his chest. “You’re sure you’re all right?”
   “I think so. I mean, I wasn’t hit or anything. I can’t figure out what’s happening. This has to be one of the worst nights of my life.”

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BIO
I’m Canadian and live in the Okanagan Valley in British Columbia, BC. It’s beautiful country and I love it here – in the summer. There are large lakes, beautiful beaches, orchards of apples, pears, peaches plus raspberries, blueberries and lots of other fresh produce. And of course, it’s wine country. We have world class wines which I feel is my obligation to taste.
 I write, edit, workout and spend a lot of time on the computer. We also have mountains and great skiing, both downhill and cross-country, however, in the winter, I snowbird with my husband, and two Shiba Inu dogs.


AUTHOR LINKS
Twitter @kelownawriter 

Thanks for sharing,

Anita 





#HolidayRecipe of Lavender Cookies and Tea Plus a Free Peek into A Romance for Christmas by @KayelleAllen

This is one of my favorite drinks any time of year. I make it during the holidays to help me relax. The scent is soothing, and so are the qualities of the tea. It's also wonderful in the summer when it's hot outside. The cookies are so easy to make you'll want them often. You can ice them, or sprinkle with sugar. I hope you enjoy this delicious combination.

Lavender Sugar Cookies

Yield: 2 dozen cookies
1 tablespoon dried culinary lavender flowers, ground
1 cup butter, softened
2/3 cup granulated sugar
1 1/4 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/8 teaspoon salt
In a medium bowl, cream together ground lavender flowers, butter, sugar, vanilla extract, and lemon extract. Add flour and salt; mix until combined (dough should be soft but not sticky.) Refrigerate 1 to 2 hours or until dough is firm.
On a lightly-floured surface, roll dough approximately 1/4-inch thick with a rolling pin. Cut into desired shapes with your favorite cookie cutters and place on an ungreased cookie sheet.
Optional serving suggestion:
Roll dough into balls, place on cookie sheet two inches (2") apart and flatten with the bottom of a glass.
Bake 12 to 15 minutes or until cookies are lightly browned around the edges. Remove from oven and cool on wire cooling racks.

Lavender Tea

This delicate tea is just the thing for enjoying all by yourself. It's soothing, and has a wonderful fragrance. The polyphenols in lavender can help reduce "bad" bacteria in your digestive system, and aid you in relaxing.
Yield: 4 cups tea (1 quart)
2 cups boiling water
1 cup lavender flowers
2 cups cold water
1 cup sugar
Use a glass pitcher to preserve the natural flavor of the lavender.
Place the lavender in a glass pitcher. Add sugar to the boiling water and remove from heat. Stir until sugar dissolves. Pour sweetened water over lavender, cover and allow to steep 10 minutes.
Preserving water, strain it, discard lavender, and return water to the pitcher. Add cold water and stir. Serve over ice.
TIP: Allow the discarded lavender to dry on a cloth near a window. This can add a wonderful fragrance to your kitchen. As it warms in the sun, it will release its lovely scent.
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Download this recipe and post as a PDF http://kayelleallen.com/media/cookiesandtea-kayelleallen.pdf
Recipe by Kayelle Allen, author of A Romance for Christmas

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A cop at the door on Christmas Eve brings an unexpected gift.
A sweet holiday romance showcasing love, loss, and the spirit of giving.
It's Christmas Eve, and the end of a year in which everything Dara loves has been lost. Everything but her little girl and a fierce determination to survive. When a cop brings Christmas to her door, he brings another gift she never expected to get.
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Happy Holiday everyone,

Anita

Love this #HolidayRecipe and a #Romance Sons of a Dragon




This is my favorite Christmas candy recipe. However, one thing they don’t tell you is not to try and make it when it’s raining lots of moisture in the air. Once, my best friend and I tried to make it and it turned out like gluey taffy and never sat. My mom told us it has to be made on a dry day.

This recipe is from Paula Dean.

Ingredients
4 cups sugar
1 cup white corn syrup
3/4 cup cold water
3 egg whites
1 teaspoon pure vanilla
2 cups chopped pecans

Directions
In a heavy saucepan over medium heat, stir together the sugar, corn syrup, and water. Stir only until sugar has dissolved. Do not stir after this point. Cook syrup mixture until it reaches 250 degrees F on a candy thermometer, bringing it to a hard ball stage.

While the syrup is cooking, beat the egg whites until stiff peaks form. Once the sugar mixture reaches 250 degrees F, carefully pour a slow steady stream of syrup into the stiffly beaten egg whites, beating constantly at high speed. Add the vanilla and continue to beat until mixture holds its shape, approximately 5 minutes. Stir in pecans.

Using 2 spoons, drop the divinity onto waxed paper, using 1 spoon to push the candy off the other. This may take a little practice because the technique is to twirl the pushing spoon, making the candy look like the top of a soft serve ice cream. If the candy becomes too stiff, add a few drops of hot water. You will need to work fast when making this type of candy. After you spoon the cooked sugar and nuts onto the waxed paper, you're done. Cool the candies on racks completely. You can store them in an airtight container for up to 2 weeks.

Recipe courtesy Paula Deen
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/mamas-divinity-recipe.html

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Son of Dragons Book 2 Legends of Oblivion series
Blurb: In a time of false peace, the dead rise as soldiers for the Warloc’s scheme. For thousands of years he has stood ready for the final battle. Though the witch and her cursed Elvin have destroyed his physical body, now with his protégé, he has honed a new way to wage war.

Shunned by her own people and weary-hearted from centuries of lost loves, Elvin warrior Mirhana scours the land to silence the undead. Her heart has turned as cold as the sword she wields, until a prince seeks her aid.

Never has Prince Landon met a woman like Mirhana. Both beautiful and deadly, she haunts his dreams. The battle at hand becomes more enchanting than fighting to remain true to his unseen betrothed.

When a traitor emerges, new alliances are tested and the only remaining hope is to follow the prophecy and find the ... Son of Dragons.

Excerpt:
Clean from the bath, Landon let the air from the open window dry his hair. Dressed only in trousers, he leaned against the windowsill.
He thought he smelled the hint of roses and heat on the breeze. Movement from the street below caught his eye. He leaned out, squinting into the night.
Torches lined the cobbled street corners. A cloaked figure waited. Then the innkeeper rushed outside. His hands flew in gestures as the figure nodded.
Then he pointed to the window where Landon watched. At the same instant, the cloaked figure followed his finger’s path to Landon. Green eyes that seemed to glow met his.
Landon jumped up and cursed when his head hit the bottom of the window. When he looked back, both figures were gone.
Thinking the innkeeper would send guards, he waited with his sword in hand and his stare riveted on the door. No one came. He must be getting paranoid, thinking there was a ghost or enemy around every corner. His eyelids grew heavy as he waited for a fight that failed to materialize. Finally, he rolled his shoulders back to ease out the tension.
Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about those piercing emerald eyes. They’d belonged to a woman; he could tell. There was intelligence and cunning in them. Her stare felt as though she saw through the façade he often wore as prince and to please others, and into his kajh.
A woman who was not afraid, but used to being feared. It unnerved him, yet excited him. His pulse quickened and his loins tightened at the thought of those eyes filled with passion for him.
Better get some sleep before the night was gone. Tomorrow, he’d tell Gillespie about what he saw. He doubted he could explain those captivating green eyes that continued to haunt him even now.

Legends of Oblivion series:
The Garnet Dagger – Book 1 in the Legends of Oblivion series
Cursed – Book 1.5 in the Legends of Oblivion series
Son of Dragons – Book 2 in the Legends of Oblivion series


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Andrea’s Bio:  Andrea has always created characters and stories. But it wasn't until she was in her late twenties that she wrote novels.
Divorced, and disillusioned by love songs and stories, until she met her husband and realized, yes love and romance are exactly like the songs and stories say. She is now a happy wife, and a mom to three kids (two boys and a girl).
She believes in the power of change and counting each moment as a blessing. But most importantly, she believes in love.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AndreaRCooper

Buy Links:
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Happy Holidays everyone, Anita

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Sweet Ambrosia a Great #HolidayRecipe and a Mystery Slivers of Glass by Janet Elizabeth Lynn and Will Zellinger



Ambrosia

A very popular dessert in the 1950’s, served at the famous Coconut Grove in Los Angeles. The “Grove” was known for its great cuisine. The Coconut Grove is featured in one of the scenes in Slivers of Glass, a Noir murder mystery.

Ingredients

2 oranges or tangerines
Sugar
2 bananas
shredded coconut, unsweetened

Direction

Peel the oranges or tangerines. Pull the pieces apart; cut the pieces across the middle. Peel the bananas and cut them into thin slices.
Cover the bottom of the bowl with orange pieces. Sprinkle 1-2 teaspoon sugar over oranges (depending on the sweetness of the oranges/tangerines). Put some banana slices on oranges, and then sprinkle a little coconut over bananas.

Do the same thing for the next layer, first the oranges, sugar, bananas and coconut. Make more layers, using all the fruit.

Sprinkle coconut on top. Cover with plastic wrap, refrigerator for 1 hour. Serves 3-4






Slivers of Glass
By
Janet Elizabeth Lynn
And
Will Zeilinger

Summary
Summer 1955: The body of a woman thought to be killed three years earlier is found behind a theater in Hollywood.  Movie stuntman Skylar Drake, a former LAPD detective, is dragged into the investigation. He can make no sense of the crime until he discovers a dirty underworld and unearths deep-seated… greed.  
The hunt takes Drake to places he’d never expect.  He’s anxious to close this case and get back to his business in L.A., but he’s constantly haunted by the memory of his wife and young daughter, killed in a mysterious house fire.
With more than enough dirty cops, politicians and crime bosses to go around, Drake can trust no one including Martin Card, the cop assigned to work with him. 
Buy link: website:
              www.willzeilingerauthor.com

Excerpt
There were a dozen other things I could’ve been doing besides standing in line at the drug store listening to Bill Haley’s “Rock Around the Clock” piped in overhead.  Though, it was a treat to watch the cashier move behind the counter in her form-fitting white smock. I shook my head and plopped a tube of Pepsodent and a couple of toothbrushes on the pharmacy counter.
She looked up and said, “That will be seventy-five cents, Mr. Drake.”
I dug in my pocket and dropped three quarters in her hand, “Thank you, Miss Abernathy.” She placed my items in a small white paper bag and folded over the top. “Here you are, and quit calling me that.  My name is Emily. Anyway, this should keep you smiling brightly. I only wish I could see yours sometime.”
In all the times I’ve walked to this drug store, I couldn’t remember a day she didn’t smile at me. Too bad there was a ‘y’ at the end of Emily’s name. Women with names like Sandy, Cathy or Abby were bad luck. Those ‘y’  women were always trouble and it would be dangerous to get mixed up with another one now.
“Thanks,” I tipped my hat, "When I have something to smile about, I might just show you.” I knew Emily pretty well since this place was only a couple of blocks from my apartment, an apartment I lived in because a fire took my home along with my beautiful wife Claire and Ellen my little girl.
As I turned to leave, I winked at the two little old ladies behind me.  They stepped back and stared as if I’d just sneezed in their faces. I turned and waved goodbye to Emily only to see her pointing behind me in horror. I followed her gaze and saw a dark green car hurtling toward us - right through the huge windows at the front of the store! The gigantic crash at my back sent shelves, boxes and cans hurtling in our direction. I turned around as glass, smoke and debris seemed to explode in a cloud around us. At that moment my training from the Marine Corps took over. I instinctively swept up the two ladies and Emily and pushed them to the back of the store. The other customers ran screaming out the huge opening where the storefront windows used to be. I shielded the women against the back wall with my body all the while knowing that my weight could suffocate them, but what else could I do? The ceiling could come down on us at any moment. I held them against the wall while listening to my heart pound.  Slowly the tinkle of glass subsided and I released them. Tiny slivers of glass and wood had embedded themselves in my sweater and trousers. “You’d better be careful,” One of the little old women chirped, “Your backside looks like a pin cushion.  Best not to sit down for a while.”



Bio:
JANET ELIZABETH LYNN was born in Queens, New York and raised in Long Island, until she was 12 years old. Her family escaped the freezing winters and hurricanes for the warmth and casual lifestyle of Southern California.
Janet has always wanted to write and made it a quest to write a novel. Ten years later, with much blood and sweat, her first murder mystery novel, South of the Pier, was published in 2011. She has since written seven more mysteries. Miss Lynn has traveled to the far reaches of the planet for work and for pleasure, collecting wonderful memories, new found friends and a large basket of shampoo and conditioner samples from hotels.
At one time Janet was an Entertainment Editor for a newspaper in Southern California.
Contact info:
LinkedIn: 
website: www.janetlynnauthor.com

WILL ZEILINGER  has been writing for over twelve years. During that time, he took novel writing classes and joined writer’s groups, but what has helped the most are published authors who mentor, encourage, critique  and listen to him while he continued to learn the craft.  At the time of this writing, Will has published three novels (Ebooks.) The Naked Groom,  Something’s Cooking at Dove Acres, and The Final Checkpoint (also in print). 
As a youth he lived overseas with his family. As an adult he traveled the world. Will lives in Southern California with his wife Janet Elizabeth Lynn, who is also an author. Will says that finding time to write while life happens is a challenge.

Contact info:
Twitter:  @Will_Zeilinger
Facebook:  www.facebook.com/wzeilinger

blog: http://www.booksbywilzeilinger.blogspot.com

Thanks for sharing,

Anita