Saturday, December 19, 2015

Christmas Treat Hop



Blurb:

There's magic in the air...

Kalum Truesdale is willing to take the leap and mate. Fawn Hawthorne has been at his finger tips for months now since his return, but the timid wolf rebuffs him at every turn. With the Winter Solstice right around the corner, he's got a couple of tricks up his sleeves to finally catch the elusive wolf.

Fawn Hawthorne isn't ready for a mate. After years of torture, all she wants is to be left alone. However, the handsome and persistent Kalum Truesdale, isn't willing to let her hide. So, when presents start arriving in the days leading up to the Solstice, Fawn has a decision to make. Take what Kalum is offering her, happiness and love. Or continue to fear the world around her while always wondering, what if?


Excerpt:

“Hello?” The alarm chimed seconds after Kalum called out. His heavy footfalls echoed against her hardwood floors. “Your welcome light is off, sugar.”

His scent filled her workspace. The clean, crisp smell wrapped around her, draping her in its safety. Her mind betrayed her, encouraging her to use him as a security blanket of sorts. “Well you weren’t due here for another half hour so….” She shrugged. Taking another bite of breakfast, she frowned and smacked her lips together. God, she hated oatmeal.

“Right. Sorry. I have a guy I need to meet in Rapid City about a couple head of cattle. Here.” He handed over his information and a small four-by-four box.

“What’s this?” She eyed the plain box suspiciously.

“Don’t know, sug. Why don’t you open it?” Kalum sat in the chair across from her and extended his lean yet muscular legs. The cocky gleam in his eyes along with his relaxed posture unnerved her.

“How about no. Now” —she pushed her bowl away from her—“are you buying today or selling?”

He scratched his chin. The rasp of his scruffy beard sent a shiver down her spine. Kalum stared at her, narrowing his eyes before he shifted and sat up a bit as though contemplating a chess move or a new strategy with which to approach her. The top three buttons on his plaid shirt were open, exposing the white thermal underneath. Why did she feel disappointed at not being able to glimpse his sun-kissed flesh? Or the smattering of coarse chest hair? God, how many nights had she imagined running her fingers through it while wrapped in his embrace? His hands on her body, caressing her.

“Selling,” he said, jolting her out of her thoughts. “The spring brought me five bulls and six heifers. I’ve already got my studs. I don’t need more. As luck has it, this fellow does.”

“Great,” she answered while opening his file on the laptop. “Anything else I should know about before you go?”

“Have dinner with me, Fawn.”

“What?” She blinked and glanced up at him. “Kalum, we can’t. We have a professional relationship. I don’t blur lines.”

“Hmm.” He went back to rubbing his chin. “Well, I hate to do this, but you’re fired, sug.”

Fawn laughed. “We both know you’re not serious, especially after the attempts I’ve made to find you several new accountants.”

“Sugar, I’m dead serious if it means you’ll go out with me.” He leaned forward and tipped his hat up. “You went through all the work of finding replacements because you’re scared. I get it. However, we both know if I let you ship me off—whether because I force your hand by firing you or I take on one of those accountants you found, we’ll both be hurting.”

“You don’t know for sure, Kalum,” she whispered. It already hurt her to see him every day. He was the one thing she desired more than her next breath, but taking a step, making a move—any kind of move—could destroy everything she’d worked so hard on—herself.

“You can’t deny you feel the pull, Fawn. It’s been there since I moved home. We’ve been doing this Texas two-step around each other for a while now. Don’t you think we owe it to each other to try a cha-cha instead?”

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No Bake Cookies

1 ¾ cups of sugar
½ cup of whole milk
½ cup of butter (Works best with stick butter not margarine)
4 Tablespoons of unsweetened cocoa powder (We always used Hershey’s cocoa powder)
½ of peanut butter (Creamy)
3 cups of Old-Fashioned Oats (Quick oats make the cookies gummy.)
1 teaspoon of vanilla

Prepare:
In a pot (I’d use a soup pot, but that’s me) add the milk, butter and sugar. When the mixture is melted together add the cocoa powder and bring it to a rolling bubble. Then remove it from heat and add the peanut butter. When everything is mixed together and consistency is smooth or as smooth as possible, add the teaspoon of vanilla and the oat. Mix together until all of the oats are coated.

With your wax paper already cut and laid out, start spooning out your mixture. I used two spoons. One to gather the cookie dough and the other to push it from the spoon to the paper.

Let them cool 10-20mins.

Depending on the size of cookie you make, you should have about 24 cookies from this batch.


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Wednesday, December 16, 2015

King of Her Heart by TL Reeve

Blurb: 

Archer Holt—falcon-shifter and leader of a group of specially trained mercenaries—has been called up by the Secretary of State, Yrsa Larson.

His mission: Find her daughter, and bring her home.

Eira Larson isn't one to make waves. After taking an unsanctioned vacation to Belize, she's kidnapped and held in the home of the leader of the Wizard's cartel. She is supposed to be auctioned off into slavery to the highest bidder, but an enigmatic and sexy bodyguard has other plans for her.

Archer will do whatever it takes to protect Eira when he finds out the girl he's meant to protect is the woman he's destined to mate.

Excerpt:
 “Darlin’, you and I both know we’re not safe when we’re together. We’re combustible, you and I. Gunpowder and spark. Don’t you want to see what happens?” His breath floated across the shell of her ear.

“Yes,” she whispered, her breath coming in soft pants. “Wait! No, I can’t. We shouldn’t. It’s not right. For three weeks I thought you were the bad guy, and you’ve turned my world upside down.” She turned in his arms and then ran her thumb over his bottom lip while pressing her palm to his chest. “You’ve made me question everything.”

“That’s not a bad thing.” He smirked, wrapping his arms around her. “You’re supposed to question everything.”

“Hmm, maybe,” she answered. “So, do you want an omelet?”

“Maybe later.” Archer leaned in and took her lips with his. Nothing about the way he kissed her was, or ever would be, soft and gentle. He tempted her with each glide of his tongue against hers. The sensual pull threatened to drag her under the tide of emotions she’d buried deep within her.

He trapped her against the counter, bracing his arms on either side of her.

She sighed when he broke the kiss. “What if we’re seen?”

“No one will see us. My team won’t interrupt us.” He cupped her face in the palms of his hands and kissed her again. “Besides, I’ve wanted to get you alone since the moment I met you.”

“You had me alone every time you came to my room.” She gave herself to touch him. To trace every line and ridge. To explore his body and not be afraid of being hurt. His muscles rippled under her fingers, and a tortured moan passed his lips.

“No, I didn’t. There were cameras hidden in your room—all of your rooms. They could see everything.” He pressed his lips to hers again. “It’s why I couldn’t be the nice guy.”

She snorted. “You’re not a nice guy. You’ll never be a nice guy.” She nibbled on his lip.

“You’re too….”

“Rough around the edges?” he replied.

“Predatory. You don’t follow people, you stalk them. You hunt. I’ve seen it.” 
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Friday, December 11, 2015

12 Days of Giving Blog Hop ~ Presented by ~ Lia Davis



Happy holidays everyone!

I love the holiday season. Between the food, and presents, there is football and family. The last few years have been me, kiddo and my mom, just the way I like it.

We get up when we want to and open presents and then we watch several different games, depending on who's playing.

12/1/2015     Lia Davis http://authorliadavis.com/blog
12/2/2015    Kerry Adrienne http://kerryadrienne.com/blog/
12/3/2015    Amy Gregory http://www.amygregoryauthor.com/
12/4/2015    Merryn Dexter http://www.makingmerryn.blogspot.com
12/5/2015    Lauren Smith http://theleagueofrogues.blogspot.com/
12/6/2015    Jessie Lane http://jessielanebooks.com/blog/
12/7/2015    Emmy Curtis http://emmycurtis.com/blog-2/
12/8/2015    Virginia Cavanaugh http://virginiacavanaugh.wordpress.com
12/9/2015    Louisa Bacio http://louisabacio.blogspot.com
12/10/2015    Sheri Lyn https://www.facebook.com/Sheri-Lyn-Author-1404626999860565/
12/11/2015   TL Reeve http://www.tlreeves.com
12/12/2015   Alyssa Richars http://www.alyssarichards.com/paranormal-romance-blog/

What are your favorite traditions? Let me know in the comments. I will be picking a random winner from those who answer. The prize is two books from my back list.

Merry Christmas everyone, and don't forget to check out the remaining sites for your chance to win!


Grand Prizes

1 Kindle Fire 7"
1 $50 Amazon Gift Card
5 $5 Amazon Gift Card


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Friday, December 4, 2015

Wolf in Winter Clothing ~ Winter Solstice Run by Heather Long


Blurb:

Roland James waited a long time to return to the Black Hills. After Seth, his best friend, left—was driven away—and Seth’s family vanished in the night, he had no reason to stay. Only one purpose remained for him—to build his strength and his skills until he could kill the men responsible for their loss. When word reaches him about Magnum’s demise and Drew’s ascension, he rushes home. Though Drew welcomes him and the town seems to be thriving with a Winter Solstice Run in the offing, Roland can’t celebrate. Not all of his enemies are dead. One—the worst—still lives.

Professor Claudia Donovan has spent a great deal of time and effort to locate one of her colleagues. Then she receives an odd message telling her to meet someone about the woman she’s been trying to find in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota. Taking the first flight and renting a car, she waits at the designated spot. A chance meeting and an even riskier hookup for her TA leaves her with more questions than answers. When she ends up in Los Lobos no one wants to answer her questions.

The last thing Roland expects when he lures the human to the Black Hills is to delight in her scent, her temper, and her cutting tongue. He needs the pawn to distract Ryker because the Enforcer has a weakness. Take away his mate, and Roland can kill him once and for all. Maybe his plan makes Roland the bad guy, but he can live with that. The only problem he has is his need for revenge may cost him Claudia….







About the Author:

National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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Excerpt:

Her hands trembled as she pulled a cigarette out and turned away from the wind to get it lit. She was alone standing outside the little coffee shop, huddled as close to the wall as she could. Why the hell did I just decide to fly to the middle of nowhere? Have I lost my damn mind?

Or was she desperate for her last real connection? Shoshanna was great, a fantastic student, a brilliant protégé, and a girl with a bright future, but she wasn’t Saja. Saja had been more than her—
A truck door slammed across the street, and she glanced at the man striding across the winter-slicked road toward the coffee shop. Tall with dark hair, which he wore long and tied into a loose tail at the nape of his neck, he reminded her of a mountain man—except he wore a dress shirt, open suede jacket, and jeans. The mountain-man look from Giorgio. It will be all the rage this season.

His beard, though—damn. She had a thing for bearded men, and he wore his so well. Snow flurries populated the air, and flakes clung to his beard and hair, adding to his rugged appearance. How the hell did he walk so calm and collected through the frigid cold? It didn’t even seem to touch him.

He glanced toward her, and she sucked in a drag off the cigarette even as she jerked her attention away. Staring was rude. Still, she couldn’t help sliding a sideways peek when his booted foot hit the pavement in front of the coffee shop. Her hand trembled when he opened the door and disappeared into the shop. Exhaling the cold with the smoke, she glanced inside. Shoshanna continued to read papers, and a fresh cup of coffee sat waiting for Claudia, along with the untouched second burger.

Mr. GQ Mountain Man took a seat at the counter and raked his fingers through his hair, loosening the tie at his nape. Some of his hair escaped, but the tousled look suited him. The man was the whole package, and he looked damn good from the rear. Nearly as good as he had from the front. The icy air didn’t do a damn thing for the heat unfurling in her blood or the lust coiling in her belly.

After finishing her smoke, she extinguished it and seriously considered a second one. Maybe if she froze to death outside, she wouldn’t go inside and make an idiot out of herself. No sooner did the thought take root than she dismissed it. She’d come for Saja, not to get laid. South Dakota might grow them pretty, but she belonged back in New York.

Find Saja.

Go home.

No getting laid.

A shudder rolled down her spine, whether from the cold or hot stuff with the beard, she had no idea. Squaring her shoulders, she pulled the door open and charged inside. Priorities.

Yeah, the mental lecture didn’t do a damn thing for her libido. Dear Santa, can I have a hot guy for Christmas? Laughter welled upward, and she chuckled. Shoshanna gave her an owlish blink. Of course, when the idea of writing Santa sounded more sane than hitting on a gorgeous stranger, maybe she had cracked.