Friday, September 15, 2017

Low Carb Parmesan-Crusted Bacon and Ranch Chicken - Finicky Friday

Parmesan-Crusted Bacon and Ranch Chicken

Carbs Per Serving:2g
Prep Time:5minutes

16 oz chicken breasts thinly sliced
1 cup Parmesan cheese grated
2  eggs
2 tbsp olive oil
1 tbsp butter
4 oz garlic jack cheese shredded
4 slices thick cut bacon
4 tbsp Ranch dressing
1 pinch salt to taste
1 pinch pepper to taste

In a shallow bowl, crack the eggs and beat with a fork.
In a separate bowl, mix together the parmesan cheese, salt, and pepper.
Dip each piece of chicken in the eggs, and then coat them completely with the parmesan mixture.
Over medium heat, add olive oil and butter to a large pan.
Fry each side of the chicken for 5-6 minutes until golden brown and cooked through.
Cook the bacon in the microwave for 6 minutes (or until crispy) and then crumble.
Shred the cheese.
Place the chicken on a foil-lined baking sheet and sprinkle the cheese evenly on each piece; top with crumbled bacon.
Place the baking sheet in the oven under the broiler for 2 minutes until the cheese melts.
Finish by drizzling ranch dressing on top.

Nutrition Facts
*Amount Per Serving:
Calories 595 Calories from Fat 387
Total Fat 43g  66%
Saturated Fat 17g  85%
Polyunsaturated Fat 2g
Monounsaturated Fat 11g
Cholesterol 241mg  80%
Sodium 1167mg  49%
Potassium 68mg  2%
Total Carbohydrates 2g  1%
Dietary Fiber 0.05g  0%
Sugars 1g
Protein 50g  100%
Vitamin A  15%
Vitamin C  4%
Calcium  49%
Iron  8%

* Percent Daily Values are based on a 2000 calorie diet.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Earning His Trust by Alicia Nordwell and an awesome giveaway!

Title: Earning His Trust
Author: Alicia Nordwell
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Sept. 6th
Price: $4.99
Genre: Contemporary
Length: 38,718

When I had my first baby, I learned what exhausted means. I never thought I’d use that knowledge to write a book. Okay, authors know what it means to be exhausted. We’ve all been kept on the brink of passing out by a story idea or set of characters who won’t let go. But that’s an intensely focused drive, for the most part.

Being a new parent means you lose a large part of your brain. You don’t mean to lose it, but you can’t really help it. You are sleep-deprived and worried about doing things right. You incessantly check recommendations for food, growth curves, developmental milestones…. It all takes its toll and romance becomes the last thing you worry about.

A reviewer said that I nail this feeling head on when it comes to Evin’s character in Earning His Trust and I am so happy that, for her, that experience I drew on also rang true. Days, months, and years becomes a series of moments that seem utterly mundane, but that’s life with kids. We take snapshots of those moments that are more, and those become intensely important. In the same way, romance can be so much simpler, more heartfelt, than those dramatic moments most people think about when it comes to love stories. Ben is going to do everything in his power to make sure Evin knows how he feels, even if it takes a million of those moments. 


Evin lost the only two men he ever loved. But he might get a second chance with one of them—if he’s willing to take the risk.  

Following the death of his husband, Evin is living in Portland and raising the infant son they had through a surrogate. Six-month-old Micah is his life, and if it means no time for activities or friendships beyond his minuscule support network, that’s a sacrifice Evin is willing to make. When he suffers a burn baking teething biscuits, the last person Evin expects to encounter in the ER is Ben, his lover from college—and the man who left him without a word of explanation.  

Ben knows it won’t be easy to earn Evin’s trust and prove he’s not the same man Evin once knew, but he can’t bear to watch Evin struggle to care for Micah, hurting and alone. He wants back in Evin’s life, as a friend and hopefully more, but Evin’s heart is fragile, and the years have changed him too.


The curtain slid on the overhead rails, and Evin held in his urge to snap about how long it took to get to him when the nurse said the ER was slow, but he froze with his mouth open.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Perez. I see you burn—” The doctor snapped his jaw shut and stopped before he reached the head of the bed. Micah was oblivious, sitting between his legs and playing with his fake keys, chewing away on the rubber tips and drooling. He clutched the soggy remains of a biscuit in his other hand.
Evin had to swallow hard himself. Of all the hospitals, in all the cities, his old boyfriend had to be in this one.
He looked… good. Older, some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. It had been… how long since he’d seen him? Not since Ben was graduating medical school the same year Evin was graduating with a business degree. Evin certainly never expected to see him here, and by the shocked look on Ben’s face, he hadn’t known Evin lived in Portland either. Evin waited for Ben to say something else, but he just kept staring. Evin took a deep breath. He could be an adult. He was a dad now.
“Burned my hand,” he finished the sentence Ben never did. “I did it about an hour ago, and it really hurts.” Maybe he could move this along. Plus, Micah was on his third biscuit and getting fussy again. He probably needed to be changed, have some lunch, and then would fall asleep for the afternoon, just so he could keep Evin up all night again.
Ben dropped his gaze to Micah and then looked up to stare at Evin again. “What happened to you?”
Did he mean how Evin probably looked like he’d aged at least ten years since Ben bailed right before graduation, the last night they’d spoken? Well, spoken wasn’t a very good description for the fight they’d had after weeks of Ben ducking Evin’s questions about what he was planning. Maybe their relationship had run its course; maybe it was better for them not to be together.
But he’d never expected Ben to just up and leave. It’d been hard, but Evin had a job offer in Portland and he’d taken it. Fortunately, his best friend, Gianna, came with him, and they got an apartment together in a not-so-great area of Happy Valley. It’d been nice to have a friend he knew would stick by him, but then she met Carl, and they fell in love. Not long after that he met someone, but that had gone wrong too.
Gone was the bright, glittery guy who lit up the room in a flash, and this version of himself was all Evin knew how to be anymore. It was probably a disappointment. His hair was cut short instead of hanging down to his shoulders, and he was in a blue T-shirt and a pair of gray sweats instead of skintight everything. Nothing at all like how Ben would remember him.
Was he wondering how in the hell Evin had a kid, since he’d never even kissed a girl—at least before when Ben knew him? Probably.
Or had he brushed off their history, leaving Evin as the only one thinking about how the years had changed them—Ben definitely for the better. Most likely, he meant how Evin got the burn. He was a professional after all, and Evin was probably just another patient to him.
In the end, it didn’t really matter. His appearance, how he got hurt, it all came down to just one thing.

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The number one question folks ask Alicia when she shares she's a MM romance author: "Why gay fiction? Why write men when you're a woman?" and her answer is: "Why the hell not!" Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find an interesting story one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started... Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out. Fortunately, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing.

Now you can find her stories both free and e-published. When she’s not on the computer typing away, she's a wife and a mom of two in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course! She can also be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on under her online nickname, Cia.

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Friday, September 8, 2017

Healthy Cranberry Roasted Turkey Breast Recipe

Cranberry Roasted Turkey Breast Recipe

It’s time for Finicky Friday


1 1/2 cup cranberries fresh

1/4 cup water

1/3 cup erythritol / stevia blend

1/2 tsp orange extract

1  turkey breast boneless

2 tbsp butter

2 tsp poultry seasoning 3 if turkey has strings holding it together

1 stalks celery

1/2 cup chicken broth


In a small saucepan, heat cranberries, water, sweetener and orange extract. Cook, stirring until berries burst.

Mash the berries and cook until sauce thickens. Remove from heat.

Place thawed breast into a casserole dish. Rub softened butter all over the breast. Sprinkle the seasonings on all surfaces.

Cut the celery into three sticks. Place them under the turkey breast to lift it off the baking surface.
Spoon half of the cranberry mixture onto the breast of turkey. Place into a heated 375 degree oven.

Pour the broth into the dish. Bake for 30 minutes.

Remove turkey and spoon the remaining cranberry sauce over the top.

Cover with a tent of foil and bake an additional 20 minutes or until an internal thermometer reads 175 degrees.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

1,000,000 page view celebration and giveaway!!!

Yay! I've hit a million views on the blog! Whoot! To celebrate, I'm going to pick five people who comment  to win free e-Books of mine! (Does not include up-coming releases. Please choose from either my self-pub or DsP books.)

~~Contest runs until September 28th~~

To Enter!!! Make sure to leave me an email addy so I can get in touch with you and what book you would like from the list:

My self-pub
The Harvest: Taken
The Harvest: Journey's End
The Harvest Young: Bound by Fate
Paws and Claws
Nighttime Wishes
Nighttime Promises
Beneath the Surface
Riding the Tide
Faded Love

DsP books
Shadows in the Night
To Touch the Sky
A Country Boy at Heart
Texting, Autocorrect, and a Prius
In Enemy Hands
Trouble Comes in Threes
Behind the Eight Ball
It Takes Two to Tango
Wrapped in Leather

Monday, September 4, 2017

Labor Day sale at Dreamspinner - Sept 4-8

From September 4-8, the entire store (of all 3 imprints - Dreamspinner, Harmony, DSP Publications) is on sale for 30% off.

Plus, readers can get free shipping to YCon using the code YCon2017. (Sale is set to begin and end based on Eastern Daylight Time.)

Perfect time to save on DsP books and mine too! (I have a Dreamspun Beyond novel, from the new house line, releasing Oct 1st called Dragon's Hoard.)

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Whoot! Dragon's Hoard is on the Coming Soon page at DsP! Release date: 17Oct 1, 20

To be loved by a dragon is to be treasured.

A hundred years ago, werewolf Alpha Montgomery took a risk driven by desperation—he borrowed money from the ancient dragon Warwick Ehecatl, putting up the pack lands as collateral. Now the debt is due, and dragons don’t forget—or forgive. Warwick demands Montgomery’s son, Avery, and three businesses as compensation. As an Omega, Avery knows he is basically useless to his pack, so he might as well agree. He soon has second thoughts, though. Warwick is fearsome, and he’s free to do as he likes with Avery.

Warwick knows his race’s reputation, and he even admits some of it is deserved. But he’d rather cut off his tail than let his innocent mate’s light go out. It won’t be easy, but buried deep, there’s something between them worth safeguarding.

Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson
House Line Dreamspun Beyond | #5
Genres Urban Fantasy / Werewolves/Shapeshifters


THE SUBTLE lighting in the office in his house cast long shadows that danced across the room. Burning wood popped and hissed in the fireplace, the scent bringing back memories from yesteryear. Restless, Warwick shoved back from his monstrosity of a desk.
The warmth of the fire beckoned, and seeing no reason to deny himself, he strode across the floor. As he drew nearer, the heat wrapped around his body, and he sighed. Bending, he held his hands out toward the crackling fire. Once his fingers warmed, he straightened and turned.
With his back to the fire, he carelessly brushed a long strand of hair behind his ear. He’d opened the blinds when he’d entered his office in a hopeless bid for daylight, not that it did much good. Good thing his eyesight was better than a human’s.
The day was dreary, rainy, and overcast. He hated this time of the year. No matter how many layers of clothes he wore, the endless chill seeped in. He much preferred heat and humidity, sunny skies and warmth. His kind detested the cold.
Still staring out of the ground floor window, he took notice of the foot traffic on the street, darting here and there like worker bees. Paranormals mixed with humans—there was no hiding now. As with anything else, there were those who thought the species should be separated and those who didn’t. Werewolves had made their presence known sometime in the 1700s. Other paranormal beings had come out not long after.
Once the panic had died down, humans responded fairly well. For the most part, anyhow. There were still squabbles, of course. Humans didn’t seem to know how to do anything else. Fortunately they tended to leave paranormals alone. More often than not, they were too busy fighting among themselves.
What the humans were calling the Great War was in full swing. Warwick brushed a microscopic piece of fuzz from his shirt, shaking his head. Humans and their wars. Would they never learn? But there was no denying it afforded him the opportunity to invest in their conflicts, and dragons never passed up an opportunity to add to their hoard.
A soft knock at his office door drew his attention. He inhaled, and the scent of hair cream, freshly pressed clothes, and human teased his senses.
“Enter,” Warwick called.
Clarence Wiltshire, his clerk, opened the office door. He started toward the desk but paused when he saw no one sat behind it. Confident of where he would find his boss, he glanced at the fireplace. “Sir, there’s an Alpha Theodore Montgomery of the Sunset Creek Pack here to see you.”
Warwick pursed his lips. “Interesting.”
“I’ll say, sir.” Clarence bobbed his head. “It must be catastrophic to send an Alpha werewolf to your doorstep.”
“Only one way to find out.” As much as he hated leaving the roaring fire, Warwick crossed the floor, his footsteps muffled by the oriental rugs, and returned to his desk. “Give it twenty minutes, then escort him back. Also make sure to offer him a beverage while he waits.”
“He’s not going to like having to wait, sir.”
“I’m well aware.” Warwick picked up his absurdly expensive tailored suit coat and slipped it on. “That’s the point.”
“Yes, sir.” Clarence smirked, then wiped any emotions off his face, going back to the usual pleasant blankness he showed prospective clients. “Twenty minutes.”
“Thank you.” Warwick settled into his comfortable desk chair. This was no casual meeting. He intended to throw the Alpha off-balance by having him wait, but the ploy would also show exactly who held the power in the room.
Twenty minutes later to the second, his efficient assistant escorted Alpha Montgomery inside. Warwick stood and acknowledged the Alpha with a slight bob of his head. There was no need for him to bare his throat since he wasn’t another werewolf, not that he would anyhow. Dragons were at the top of the shifter food chain. Nor did he offer his hand. Werewolves tended to be snarly about who touched them without permission, the silly creatures.
Alpha Montgomery acknowledged the greeting and returned it, although his head bob was much more grandiose.
“Alpha Theodore Montgomery of the Sunset Creek Pack, I bid you welcome. Please, join me.”
“Thank you.” Alpha Montgomery crossed the room, his gait hurried. “I appreciate you seeing me without the courtesy of having an appointment.”
“Yes, well, circumstances are usually dire when people come to me, and often they don’t have time to make one. Have a seat.” Warwick gestured at the plush wine-colored leather chairs in front of his desk. He made a point of standing. Warwick would not sit first. Having another paranormal look up to him was another way to reinforce who was more commanding.
Alpha Montgomery gritted his teeth. Ah yes, there was nothing better than power games first thing in the morning.
As the struggle for control continued, Warwick took note of his visitor. Like most werewolves, the Alpha was a large male with muscles. Unless the wolf was an Omega, they were also hairy, above average in height, and had dark hair and eyes.
Warwick ensured his features remained blank, even as he smirked inside. Compared with a werewolf, he was not only shorter, but less muscled. While the werewolf was bulky, Warwick was lean and mean. The only thing he and the Alpha had in common was the dark hair Warwick also wore long.
“Thank you.” Alpha Montgomery lowered himself into one of the seats.
“Now, please, tell me how I may be of service.” Satisfied his point had been made, Warwick sat behind his desk. Just because the atmosphere was tense didn’t mean manners had to be left outside the door.
“I need a loan.”
“Most people do when they come to me.” Precise and to the point. He liked that. Warwick opened a desk drawer and withdrew several forms. “How much?”
Alpha Montgomery quoted a sum, and Warwick lifted a shapely eyebrow. Surprising a dragon wasn’t easy.
“I see.” He pushed the sheets of paper across the desk. “The forms are standard. Fill them out so I have an idea of what you plan to put up as collateral for such a massive loan.”
“Collateral.” Alpha Montgomery tugged at his collar in what Warwick assumed was an effort to loosen the suffocating restriction from his tie. “I, ah, was hoping not to put anything up.”
Warwick swallowed the laugh bubbling up. “And I was hoping to spend this winter on a warm, sunny beach—neither of which is going to happen, unfortunately. If you want the loan, you put up collateral. That’s the only way I do business.”
Alpha Montgomery scowled. “Do you know who I am? The connections I have? The fact that my pack is one of the largest around, that should be sufficient.”
“It isn’t.” Warwick coolly gazed across the desk. “Alpha, you need the money. I have it to give. Paranormals only come to me as a last resort, so I’m sure you’ve tried to obtain the currency elsewhere. Am I right?”
Alpha Montgomery didn’t speak, but his scowl said enough. So did the sudden spike in tension. The acidic scent of bone-deep worry filled Warwick’s nostrils. He struggled to suppress the sneeze that threatened.
“I thought so. If I loan you the money, you will put up collateral,” Warwick continued. Arrogant werewolf. Did the Alpha really think Warwick would loan him the sum he quoted with nothing more than his signature? “And from the amount you requested, I’m going to demand every property you own.”
“You can’t do that!” Alpha Montgomery’s claws peeked out as he gripped the chair arms. “If I default—”
“I’ll take everything you own, kick your pack off your land, and sell it to recoup my losses.” Warwick shrugged. “That’s the price of doing business, my dear Alpha. Take the money or not. It matters not to me.”
Alpha Montgomery growled softly. “You really are a cold-blooded bastard, aren’t you?”
Warwick faced the Alpha. His eyes shifted into a brilliant purple, the color of his dragon, with a slitted black pupil. Scrollwork, only slightly lighter than the purple of his eyes, appeared upon his eyelids and right below his eyes. His fangs, which appeared normal in human form, lengthened. His fingernails grew to deadly sharp claws as he partially shifted. “Indeed I am.” Menace, deep and thick, vibrated in his voice. “Something you may wish to keep in mind, considering I can snap your neck with little to no thought.” Warwick unleashed his power, which seeped through the room, blanketing everything. A smothered gasp came from the outer office where Clarence’s desk was located. It wasn’t the first time his assistant experienced such, and no doubt would not be the last.
Alpha Montgomery straightened in his chair and snarled as his own power rose to meet Warwick’s. Sweat beaded and rolled down the Alpha’s face. The flames in the lanterns flickered, and the air shimmered. But as quickly as Alpha Montgomery’s power rose, it dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. The Alpha collapsed back in the chair, pale and shivering.
“By all the wolf gods,” Alpha Montgomery whispered, horror finely etched upon his features.
Warwick, still composed as ever, finally allowed the smirk that had been lurking to cross his face. “That was unwise, Alpha. You may be powerful, but you’re nothing compared to me. I was centuries old before you were ever born. Test me again and the next time, you won’t walk out of here on your own two feet.”
Alpha Montgomery gulped.
“Now, are you filling out those papers or are you leaving my office empty-handed?”
“F-filling out the papers.” Fear rolled off the Alpha werewolf.
“Excellent.” Warwick leaned back in his chair and returned to his wholly human form, pleased he’d made his point. “Now, make sure to fill out the paperwork fully, please.”

Oh yes, today was going to be a good day.

Tuesday Teaser - Bound by Destiny

Hey y'all! Time for another Tuesday Teaser! 

“Welcome. I am Eort and owner of this establishment.”
Dayo shivered in revulsion once he saw the owner of the voice. Eort’s voice was high-pitched and skittered across the nerves, but considering he was from a race called Insectoids, it wasn’t surprising. The species was arachnid-like hermaphrodites with some humanoid characteristics,. They hailed from the Lotrim sector and were extremely greedy and lacking in morals.
Eort was roughly the height of an average human with primarily reddish-yellow skin. A slight glowed surrounded his body. There were six thin legs that made it possible for quick movement in any direction. The legs were attached at the base of the torso.
The alien had two arms, with what resembled humanoid elbows and wrists. Each arm ended in a multi-fingered hand. Eort had a visible, thick neck, and a triangle-shaped head covered by a semitransparent membrane. Two round, glowing, yellow pupilless eyes stared at them. 
“Greeting, Eort.” Torin bowed slightly. “I am Torin, second-in-command to Belton of the Blishue ship call the Graco.”
“This the property?” Eort asked, pointing a long spindly finger at Dayo.
 “Yes. Is the buyer here?” Torin glanced around the area. “I don’t see him.”
“He has arrived.” Eort chittered. “Pay dues for overseeing sale, and owner will be allowed in.”
Belton lifted his wrist and activated his comm. “Done.”
Eort tilted his head, almost as if he was listening telepathically to someone, and then grinned. “Verified. New owner is cleared to enter. Business much appreciated. Leave when finished.”
Torin rolled his eyes at Eort’s back. “Thank you so much.” He turned to Belton after Eort left, shutting the door behind him. “Creepy things.”
“Agreed,” Belton said, shifting from foot to foot. “And untrustworthy. Let’s hope the buyer hurries up and gets here soon so we can—”
A door opened, and a male entered. He was wide at the shoulder, with a thick waist, and short powerful legs that were encased in black pants. A narrow head led to an impossibly long snout complete with tusks.

“Ah, Vegishy. Pleased to meet you.” Belton offered his hand.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Tuesday Teaser - Bound by Fate

Time for a Tuesday Teaser!!! Dayo isn't in a good place, as y'all can tell from this snippet. The Blishue are a new race I invented for this series. They are NOT nice guys. *grin*  We'll be seeing a lot of them lol.

“We’re going to drop the force field. Make one wrong move, and I will beat you senseless.” The Blishue tightened his grip on the stunner. “I almost hope you do.”

“Captain says as long as he obeys, he’s not to be hurt,” said the other Blishue who held the tray.

“Obey, huh? Fine.” The Blishue motion at Dayo with his stunner. “Hear that? Better obey.”

Dayo refused to speak. What was there to say?

The one holding the stunner went to the guard station and tapped a few buttons. The force field dropped, the lights flickered, and then returned to their normal brightness. Odd, but Dayo had more important things to worry about than what might have been nothing more than a power surge.

The guard who held the stunner kept a trained eye on Dayo as the other one put the tray on the ground. He scooted it into Dayo’s cell and stepped back, but the force field didn’t reactivate. Instead, the one with the stunner left the guard station and walked toward Dayo’s cell.

“Torin, hold my stunner.”

Dayo took note of the name.

Torin frowned but took the weapon. “Why?”

“Because I said so.” Grinning, the other Blishue stepped into Dayo’s cell.

Friday, August 4, 2017

Finicky Friday - Healthy Stuffed Chicken Breasts (low carb)

Healthy Stuffed Chicken Breasts Recipe

Carbs Per Serving:6g
Prep Time:5minutes
Passive Time:


1 chicken breast

1 oz Low-fat mozzarella 28 g

1 Artichoke heart from a can

1 tsp Sundried tomato chopped

5 large basil leaves

1 clove garlic

1/4 tsp curry powder

1/4 tsp paprika

1 pinch pepper to taste


Preheat the oven to 365 F (185 C)

Cut the chicken breast almost halfway through with a sharp knife

Chop up the mozzarella, artichoke, basil, tomato and garlic. Mix to combine and stuff it into the cut chicken breast

Use a few toothpicks to close the chicken breast around the stuffing

Place the chicken breast on a baking sheet or on aluminum foil, and season it with pepper, curry powder, and paprika

Bake for 21 minutes (depending on the size of the chicken breast)

Remember to remove the toothpicks before serving, and you're done!

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Tuesday Teaser - Bound by Destiny

OMG, how did it get to August so damn fast? Okay, y'all, ready for your Tuesday Teaser lol? ;)

Dayo tugged Raiden to the dance floor as the band launched into a sweet Quai slow song. “Let’s dance.”

The lights went down, and the glass domed ceiling came alive with soft purple lights. The stars in the darkened sky added to the ambience. The floor under their feet also gleamed purple. Strings with white lights and more lanterns than Raiden could count added a soft glow.

He wrapped his arm around Dayo’s waist and held his other hand up, off to the side. Dayo pressed one of his palm against Raiden’s, and rested his other hand on Raiden’s shoulder. Slowly Raiden moved, gliding across the floor with Dayo in his arms. Other couples joined them on the dance floor. Raiden and Dayo were the only couple dancing in such a way.

“It’s so beautiful.”

“Romantic comes to mind.” Raiden pulled Dayo closer until there wasn’t an inch between the two of them. His body reacted, like it always did. The soft purple light gleamed on Dayo’s black hair. “Have I told you lately how gorgeous I think you are?”

“It’s been a day, at least.” Dayo rested his head against Raiden’s shoulder.

Raiden whispered against Dayo’s ear, “Then shame on me. I can’t wait to get back to our quarters so I can wrap myself in the black silk of your hair. Those stunning blue eyes of yours remind me of the thin rim of blue around Tah’Nar’s moon. And those sexy lips of yours… I never get tired of seeing them wrapped around my cock.”

Dayo tightened his hand that rested on Raiden’s shoulder and growled softly. “Dammit, you just had to go and make me hard.”

Raiden inhaled deeply. “I can smell your desire. Always so sweet. I love you, my mate.”

“Even though I could kill you right about now, I love you too.”

Friday, July 28, 2017

Finicky Friday - Garlic Cheddar Chicken Bake

Welcome to Finicky Friday! This cheesy rice and chicken bake is sure to please any family.

Prep 10 MIN

Total 60 MIN

Ingredients 10

Servings 4


2 tablespoons butter, melted

½ cup Progresso™ plain panko crispy bread crumbs

1 package (14 oz) chicken tenders (not breaded), cut into bite-size pieces

1 cup uncooked regular long-grain white rice

1 teaspoon salt

¼ teaspoon pepper

¼ teaspoon garlic powder

2 ½ cups Progresso™ chicken stock (from 32-oz carton)

2 Cups shredded Cheddar cheese (8 oz) 

Chopped fresh Italian (flat-leaf) parsley, if desired


1. Heat oven to 375°F. Spray 8-inch square (2-quart) baking dish with cooking spray. In small bowl, mix melted butter and bread crumbs until well mixed. Set aside.

2. In baking dish, mix chicken, rice, salt, pepper, garlic powder, chicken stock and 1 1/2 cups of the cheese until well mixed.

3. Bake 45 to 50 minutes or until rice is tender and most of the liquid is absorbed.

4. Sprinkle remaining 1/2 cup cheese and the bread crumb mixture evenly over rice mixture. Bake about 5 minutes or until crumbs are light golden brown. Sprinkle with chopped parsley.

Nutrition Facts

Serving Size: 1 Serving

Calories 630 Calories

Total Fat 27g

Saturated Fat 15g

Cholesterol 120mg 

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Tuesday Teaser - Bound by Destiny

Sorry I'm late, y'all. Courtney is moving Aug 5th to Texas and things have been just nuts around here. It's really cut into my writing time and the stress hasn't help my mental frame of mind. But I hope to have this book out by early Sept. :)

Dayo. Dayo was missing, and he needed to…. Raiden took a deep breath, then another. It didn’t seem to help. The air was getting thinner, and a menacing growl began deep in his gut, working its way up. He tried to rise, but his body refused to move. Anger and fear quickly overtook rational thought.

“I have you in a force field. I promise I’ll deactivated it so you can sit up… just as soon as you show me you’re the Raiden we all know and love, not the beast who tried to destroyed the Bridge.”

Raiden stared at Savion on with deadly intent. He fought the force field, but no matter how hard he heaved and shoved, he couldn’t sit up. A quick glance told him he was in Medical. How had he gotten here? Why wasn’t he on the Bridge? “Let. Me. Up!”

“Ah, yeah, not happening, my friend,” Savion reached for the hydrosedative-spray one of the nurses held. “Not until you get control of yourself.”

Raiden snarled and thrashed, his body bulking up.

“Lieutenant Shou! As your commander and captain of the Unity, I order you to stop fighting. Do you understand? Lieutenant Shou? Dayo needs you, but you are absolutely no help to him in this condition. Show me that control you’re reputed to have. Now, Lieutenant Shou!”

Hearing his captain’s voice, and the warning so firmly embedded in his words, managed to penetrate the building terror. Hearing his rank repeated over and over helped too. “C-captain?”

Friday, July 21, 2017

Finicky Friday - Strawberry Oatmeal Breakfast Smoothie

Strawberry Oatmeal Breakfast Smoothie

Prep 5 m
Ready In 5 m
2 servings 236 cals

1 cup soy milk
1/2 cup rolled oats 1 banana, broken into chunks 14 frozen strawberries 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract 1 1/2 teaspoons white sugar


In a blender, combine soy milk, oats, banana and strawberries. Add vanilla and sugar if desired. Blend until smooth. Pour into glasses and serve.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Tuesday Teaser - Bound by Fate

More from Raiden and Dayo! By the way, ya'll, sorry I missed all of last weeks posts. Between Courtney getting ready to move to Texas, a whirlwind trip to Hot Springs, AR, *two* sets of edits that came in a day apart, and trying to get this book finished by the end of the month... it's just been total chaos around here.

And it's not going to get better until she leaves around the first of August. So exhausted, lol.

“You okay?”
Dayo started the reduplicator and faced his dad. “I’m fine. Just listening to all those stories… I guess I got a little overwhelmed.”
“It’s understandable. Bringing a young into this world is an important decision, especially since you and Raiden still have your whole career in front of you.”
“It’s not so much that. We know it’s a risk, but…. That’s not it. Were you scared?” Dayo remembered then how his dad’s circumstances where different than his own. “Sorry, sorry. That was a stupid question. Of course you were scared. Your DNA was mutated against your wishes, so how could you not have been scared?”
“Hon, it was a different time then.” Chad leaned against the counter. “Yes, I was harvested and mated to Gibor. Was I thrilled about that in the beginning? You bet your ass I wasn’t.”
Dayo snorted. He’d give anything to have been able to have seen his dad back then. The champagne materialized. Dayo removed it from the reduplicator and sat it on the counter.
“But no more so than Dale. Or John. Or Colt. Or any other male who was harvested against their will. But I got to know Gibor, and the more I got to know him, the more I fell in love with him.”
“And that past has nothing to do with the here and now. To answer your question: yes. I was terrified when I had you. I came from a world where men did not have babies. You are able to, but you know what? It still okay to be scared. Honestly? I think it’s normal.”
“Was it bad?”
“Well, it wasn’t the funnest thing I ever did. But as soon as Doc let me hold you, none of that mattered.”
“I heard you threatened to have dabba neutered.”
“I swear, Dale and his big mouth. Look, the pain medicine took some time to kick in. When it did, I decided I’d let your dad keep his—”
Dayo waved his hands frantically, trying to keep his dad from finishing that sentence. “No, no, I don’t need to know the rest of that.”
“Anyway, it’s scary, wonderful, emotional, and something I simply can’t explain. All I can tell you is this—you and your dabba are the best thing that ever happened to me. You can and will get through a pregnancy and birth. Raiden will be with you every step of the way.”
Dato hugged his dad. “Thanks, Dad. That helps.”
“Good. Find something to open that champagne with and let’s get back in there before they send Dale looking for us. Hopefully he hasn’t eaten the cake. By the way, if you get a craving for icing while you’re pregnant—you didn’t get that from me.”

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Tuesday Teaser - Bound by Destiny

Time for Tuesday Teaser! This is another snippet of Bound by Destiny. 

Dale walked to the force field, and careful not to touch it, looked out. His cell was part of a much larger, circular room. In the center were two large desks which set back to back and were filled with view screens. That must be where the guards were stationed.

No one was there, but the screens were operational. Maybe he was being watched by remote control? He glanced around. The circular room held nothing but cells. He couldn’t see into the ones next to him, but he could see the ones across the room.

He guessed there were maybe ten cells, and they were all empty. Having the guard station in the center of the room now made sense. Whoever sat there could see into the cells at all times. And so could the other prisoners. The lack of privacy was disturbing.

Dayo turned away from the force field and continued his exploration of his cell. The walls were solid and smooth, but there was a vent in the ceilings. Dayo stood on the bed for a better look. Yep, that was protected by a force field too.

Sighing, Dayo sat down. Only the basic necessities were provided, but that didn’t surprise him. Now that he was alone, he let Belton’s words replay in his head. Someone set this up. Although Belton hadn’t said who, there was only one person he and Raiden met lately who fit. What has Belton said? Someone with wealth and prestige didn’t take kindly to your mate rebuffing him. 

And for those in the US... Happy 4th of July!

Friday, June 30, 2017

Finicky Friday - Firecracker Milkshake for 4th of July holiday

Welcome to Finicky Friday! Since this is 4th of July holiday in the US, check out this milkshake that promises a firework of explosive flavors for your mouth. 





1 half g. vanilla ice cream

2-3 drops red food coloring

2-3 drops blue food coloring


Soften ice cream to a soft serve/yogurt texture. Evenly divide ice cream into three bowls.

Place red food coloring in one bowl and blue food coloring in the other, using a whisk beat each bowl until color is well blended.

Layer bottom of glass with red ice cream, then plain vanilla and blue ice cream, using long spoon or knife drag it from the bottom to the top, stirring in between to mix the color (do not overmix).

Optional decorating idea: Finish with whipped cream and red, white and blue confetti

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Tuesday Teaser - Bound by Destiny

This is from Bound by Destiny and is Raiden and Dayo's book.

“Dayo! Hey, sweetie!”

“Hey, dad.” Dayo kicked off his boots and sat on the bed. He breathed a silent sigh of relief as he got comfortable. At least the bed was soft.

“Well, I can tell you’re not in your quarters.” Chad made a show of looking at the area behind Dayo. “Nope. Definitely not your quarters. I happen to know you’re not a fan of gold. So, where are you guys?”

“Quai. We’re here to pick up the new mates and scheduled to stay for three days—”

“Wait. Isn’t that the plant mostly covered in snow? It is, isn’t it?”

“You got it.” Dayo pretended to shiver. Truth be known, he didn’t have to pretend much.

Chad tried hide a grin, but he didn’t quite succeed. “Oh, good times. I know how much you love the cold weather.” 

Friday, June 23, 2017

Finicky Friday - Mermaid Lemonade

Mermaid Lemonade
Hey! Time for Finicky Friday

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2 c. ice

1/4 c. Blue Curacao

1 c. white rum

2 c. lemonade

4 Lemon Slices, for garnish

8 Maraschino cherries, for garnish

4 paper umbrellas


To four glasses, add ice. Add blue curacao, rum, and lemonade to each glass. Stir to combine. (If you prefer a lot of ice, stir together mixture first, then pour over ice.)

Skewer a lemon slice and two maraschino cherries on each paper umbrella and garnish lemonade.