TOTTIE TUESDAY !!

Hot Tottie anyone?,....

NEW RELEASE - FOREVER DUSK - 29 OCTOBER 2011

Forever Dusk is released by Silver Publishing on the 29 October 2011...here's a little taste...

Jonah ran a hand through his chestnut colored hair and winced when the huge costume ring he was wearing got caught in the soft waves. "This club had better be worth all the hype. I look like a refugee from a Dracula audition." He glanced over at Theo as he turned down an alleyway and steered the car to a stop. "What's this girl's name again?"

"Clarissa," Theo said, on a breathy sigh.

Jonah rolled his eyes. There it was again, the same stupid dreamy-eyed look Theo had been getting ever since he'd met this girl in the student union last weekend. "Will you stop thinking with your dick and concentrate," Jonah grumbled. "What time did Goth girl say she was meeting us?"

"Eleven," Theo replied, turning off the engine and palming his keys. Turning to look at Jonah, he licked his thumb and reached toward his friend. "Your eyeliner is smudged."

"Dude," Jonah cringed, batting Theo's hand away. "I'll deal with my own eyeliner thanks. Which has got to be the weirdest thing I've ever said." Pulling down the mirror on the visor, he swiped a thumb underneath his eye.

Theo shrugged, glancing at his watch and pulling at the black ruffled shirt he was wearing. "I don't know why you're making such a fuss about a little bit of make-up. Don't you people wear it all the time?"

"You people?" Jonah huffed incredulously. "You're lucky we're friends, pal, or I'd be punching you in your stupid face right now. Just because I'm gay does not mean I wear lip gloss, eyeliner and mince around in a pink tutu." He frowned at his best friend. "I find your stereotypical remarks offensive. But then I find most things about you offensive."

"Says the guy in the tight leather pants and satin shirt," Theo drawled back, not the slightest bit put out at the slur upon his character.

Jonah growled something about Theo's parentage not being quite legal and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. The cold night air permeated the thin fabric of the ruffled satin immediately and he folded his arms across his chest in an attempt to retain some body heat. He thought of his nice warm room, with its nice warm couch and its nice warm TV. Jonah never really knew how he let Theo talk him into these things. Surely he knew well enough by now not to be sucked in when the "best friend" card was played? Obviously not, his inner voice whispered in his ear. If you did, you wouldn't be standing in a cold, dark alley dressed like an Anne Rice reject, while Theo waited for the flavor of the week.

       Theo had met Goth girl or, cue breathy sigh, Clarissa, last week at the student union. Her band had been playing and, for Theo, it had been lust at first sight. The feeling appeared to be mutual, judging by the way Clarissa had run her hands through Theo's short blond hair and sucked his face off between sets. She'd just been one of Theo's many conquests, entranced by his striking blue eyes and easy manner, until she'd started talking about Forever Dusk, this fabulous club they just had to try. It was a theme club she'd said, her voice low and excited as her deep brown eyes had looked back and forth between Jonah and Theo. Everyone dressed in Gothic garb and pretended to be vampires, right down to the fake fangs and puncture wounds. Apparently, the music was epic, the weed even more so and some of the patrons even went so far as to take a little nibble.

I hope this whet your appetite...see you on the 29th!
 

MORE PLEASE MONDAY!

Please sir, may I have some more....

MONDAY'S GUEST STAR : SILVIA VIOLET

Please welcome the lovely Silvia Violet to Lisa's Ramblings today where she is regaling us with a recipe especially for Jason Fleetfoot, the hero of her current release...and giving us a teaser of an excerpt....I defy you not to feel hungry after this !!

I’m doing a series on my blog where I’m making dinner for some of my favorite characters, and other authors are joining in too. I love to cook, and even when a writing deadline is looming, I make time to be in the kitchen. So I’m having a blast coming up with menus ideas and I want to share one here.

Today, I’m cooking for Jason Fleetfoot, deer shifter and hero of the recently released Protect and Serve: Sex on the Hoof. When he’s in deer form, Jason is forced to be an herbivore, but when he’s human, he’s a fan of classic diner food: burgers and fries, chicken-fried steak, oozey grilled cheese and lots of pie. If I were having Jason over for dinner I’d make him a bacon cheese burger, thick cut fries, and blueberry pie.

Silvia’s Bacon Burgers

To 1lb of ground beef, add approximately 1t garlic powder, 1T Worchestershire sauce, ½ tsp cayenne pepper. Divide into four patties and grill until desired level of doneness. When almost done, add thick slices of cheddar. Top with caramelized onions, crispy bacon and anything else you like.

Thick Cut Oven Fries

Preheat over to 450. Slice four Russet potatoes lengthwise until you have 8 wedges from each potato. Spread on a foil lined baking sheet. Drizzle olive oil over them. Then sprinkle them with salt, pepper, and garlic powder. Toss until all the wedges are well coated. Cook until tender, shaking the pan every 15 minutes to prevent them from sticking. They’ll cook approximately 40 minutes.

The Best Blueberry Pie

Crust

2 cups flour

1/2 tsp salt

pinch of baking powder

10T cold butter, cut in cubes

8T ice water with a touch of lemon juice

Mix flour, salt, baking powder.  Rub in half the butter by hand.  Use pastry blender to mix in the rest of the butter until pieces are the size of peas. Do not overmix.  Add water and mix with a fork.  Turn out on a cutting board or other hard surface.  Split in half and form into two flattened disks.  Refrigerate for at least 3 hours or up to 2 days.

Filling

4 cups blueberries

1.5 T cornstarch

1.5 T instant tapioca

1/2 cup sugar

Mix sugar, cornstarch and tapioca. Pour over fruit and mix together, tossing lightly.

Roll out one chilled crust.  Fit into a 9in pie pan.  Pour in filling.  Roll out top crust.  Cut vents. Put top crust on pie. Bake at 425F for 15 minutes.  Reduce heat to 350F and cook up to 45 minutes more or until filling is bubbling in center of pie.

Excerpt from Sex on the Hoof

I’m Jason Fleetfoot. I’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life. The stupidest of all was taking a job with some assholes intent on manufacturing illegal chemical weapons.

My sister, Natalie, lost her job when her company folded, and I lost mine because my fucking boss was a bastard. I’ve got authority issues. And control issues. Alright, I’m seriously fucked up, but I wasn’t going to let my sister starve because I couldn’t keep it together.

So I made a deal with the devil and damn near got myself and Natalie killed. She saved me, she and her cop boyfriend, Wolf. The name’s not a joke. He’s a werewolf. Did I mention we’re shifters, Natalie and I. Deer shifters. If you think my human form is impressive, you should see me as a ten point buck. So yeah, a werewolf and a deer shifter. Somehow they’re making it work.

As much as I hate being beholden to Wolf, I wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for him. Once the cops cleared me, Wolf helped me get a job in the crime lab where I can use my knowledge of chemistry and computers for the good guys.

As the newest hire, I work nights, babysitting the equipment and working on what comes in during the wee hours. For the most part, I like it. It’s quiet and I get a chance to play around with new techniques and do a bit of programming. There’s only one problem, Detective Drew Danvers.

He works nights too. Not because he’s new, because he’s a God-damned vampire. They say he was Changed against his will. But what the hell was he doing picking up a vampire at a bar? I certainly have no intention of fucking a vampire. No matter how damn fuckable Drew is. Yeah, I like men, what of it? And Drew is a fine specimen of a man, like some Viking warrior. He’s at least 6’3” with sculpted arms and pecs that make him look like he could lift a truck one-handed. Considering he’s a vamp, he probably can.

Getting involved with Drew would be stupid on too many levels to count. And I’m finished with making stupid decisions. So why does my body want so desperately to be impaled on him – his cock, his fangs, anything he’d like to stick in me. Natalie’s right, my dick really doesn’t communicate with my brain. I don’t just want to fuck him, I want to be taken by him, and I never want that. Like I said, I have control issues. But with Drew . . . No, there’s never going to be anything with Drew.

I hear the buzz that signals someone entering the lab. I glance around from behind the mass spec machine. Shit! Speak of the devil or in this case his undead minion.

My pride will not let me hide even though I want to. I’m not afraid of him, even if I should be. I’m just afraid my unruly cock will give away my interest.

His gaze slides up and down my body. He’s looked at me like this before. But I have never been sure whether it’s sexual interest or him salivating over me like I’m a piece of the lush chocolate cake my grandma used to make on Sundays. “You alone in here, Fleetfoot?”

Shit, maybe he does mean to make a meal out of me. No point in lying though. He probably already knows the answer. Aren’t vampires supposed to be damn near omnipotent? “Newton called in sick, and everyone else is out in the field.

“Good.” Danvers smiles, still eyeing me like I’m prey. If I was in deer form I’d bolt, white tail flagging danger. But I’m a man and his ice blue gaze has me glued to the spot. God above, he’s gorgeous when he smiles. My cock is starting to get uncomfortable in my jeans.

My heart pounds as I try to interpret his response. Does he mean “good I’m going to give you to the best fuck of your life” or “good I’m going to drain your blood and leave you for dead”.

Well, I don't know about the rest of you but I'm starving and buying Sex on The Hoof :)  Thank you so much for sharing with us today Silvia :)

 

Did my Mummy love me?

These are my children...and no, they're not like that with each other all the time...they are typical brother and sister.  They scream, they shout, they fight, they play, they love...just like most brothers and sisters.  And while there are days that I wish they would just be capable of sitting next to each other on the same sofa without poking, annoying, tormenting, each other...I know that they each adore and would be lost without the other.

My main fear...if you can call it that...when I had children, was the worry that eventually, when I was gone, if anyone asked them the question in the title of this post, they would have to think about it...unsure of the answer.

Whether this stems from the fact that I lost my own mum when I was very young, and she'd always been the demonstrative one; or because my dad raised us alone and being a single parent to three kids left little time to stop and say those three little words...I don't know.  Is it because I questioned how my own father felt about me, that I wanted to make sure my kids never wondered the same...probably.

The thing is this, I look back now and, yes, my dad came from a generation where you didn't stop and hug your kids constantly.  You didn't end a telephone conversation with "I love you", or stop what you were doing just to shout it across the room...but I realise now, as an adult, that because it wasn't said, doesn't mean it wasn't felt. 

But I still made sure from the moment they were born, that my arms were my children's safe harbour. That the only thing that matters in this big ole world, is the spot on my left shoulder just in the crook of my neck, that their heads made their own and still automatically fall on now.  My son calls it the Ally and Flo spot.  I tell them I love them every day, probably more often than they want to hear it, but then it's reciprocated as they slot it in their daily chatter every now and then...and my arms are always open.

So when I'm long gone..will my kids ever wonder, "Did my mummy love me?"  Not in a million years.

SENSUOUS SUNDAY!

I hope you've all been to church to confess your sins....because it's time to start the week off with some more....

Forgive me father....

NEW RELEASE - HIGHLAND SHIFT BY LAURA E HARNER - WITH HOT CORNER PRESS

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Elena MacFarland wonders what everyone else knows about her new farm that she doesn’t, and whether she’ll live long enough to find out. Betrayed by her fiancé and the powerful Worthington family, Elena fights back and negotiates a comfortable settlement with one small caveat: she must live in Scotland for two years. One kidnapping and two attempts on her life later, the darkly arrogant Scot, Faolan MacGailtry declares himself her new protector and moves into her farmhouse. The only problem? He was present at all three incidents. Elena decides to follow the adage to keep her friends close and enemies closer—but which is he? One by one, Elena uncovers Faolan’s darkest secrets: his Druid heritage, his connection to her past, and finally, the deadly curse that is powerful enough to destroy them both.

A must have for every bookshelf!

UNOFFICIAL SIX!

UNOFFICIAL BECAUSE ALTHOUGH I REMEMBERED TO PICK SIX - I FORGOT TO SIGN UP FOR IT - DOH!!

This week's six comes from my latest short story...due for release on the 5 October with Dreamspinners.

NO STRINGS ATTACHED

Lucas is sure he’s made a mistake—it has to be painfully obvious he’s never been to an underground gay club before. He doesn’t do things like this—he’s too shy, too reserved. He certainly doesn’t expect to be felt up by a total stranger as soon as he walks in the door. But just as he’s talking himself into leaving, the hottest guy in the place with the most beautiful green eyes he’s ever seen pulls him onto the dance floor. Green Eyes insists on “no names, no strings…” and just this once, Lucas is inclined to agree....

He brushed his hand down Lucas' body and palmed Lucas' hard cock through his pants. 

Green Eyes smiled as his actions drew a whimper from Lucas. 

"I want to feel this in my mouth. Suck you in all the way and make you come 

before I bury myself in that tight ass." 

His eyes were blown wide with lust as he stared deep into Lucas' and said softly,

"All you have to do is say yes."

I hope you enjoyed the snippet...check out the rest on the 5 October over at Dreamspinner Press

And don't forget to do the clicky clicky dance to check out all the fabulous entrants for this week's OFFICIAL SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY

SAUCY SATURDAY!!

ENJOY!

FREE READ - IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME

As they loaded him in the back of the cruiser, bare-chested and only clad in his jeans, Milo bit down on his lower lip to try and distract him from the gaping hole in his heart.  One single sentence echoed around his head like a religious mantra..."It should've been me."

He settled against the cold leather of the seat and felt the metal of the cuffs press into his lower back where they'd secured his hands behind him.  Ignoring the two cops that climbed into the front, he turned his head and gazed out of the window with unseeing eyes, his mind retracing the steps that had led him here.

The moment he'd laid eyes on Clay, he'd known he would never look at another man for the rest of his life.  Knew that he'd found "the one" and, to his utter amazement, Clay felt the same way.  It was just a shame that Clay's father didn't.  Hank Farnsworth was a grade A son-of-a-bitch, like his daddy before him and his daddy's daddy before that...and everyone in town knew that, except Milo.  But then Milo had been in town less than 48 hours, but it didn't take most of the local bar long to advise him that staring that way at Clay Farnsworth, was not a good idea.

Somehow, Milo didn't care.  He'd had his fare share of experience with grade A sons-a-bitches and he wasn't scared by Hank Farnsworth's reputation.  In fact he wasn't scared of anything...apart from leaving this piss ant town without Clay.  So he'd ignored everyone's warnings and sage advice and he'd approached the tall, blond haired God at the end of the bar, they eyes never leaving each other from then on...until this morning.

They'd left Moons Hollow forty-six hours ago, leaving in the dead of night and heading for God knows where, it didn't matter--as long as they were together.  Pitching up in a small motel in an equally small town a day's drive away, they'd collapsed on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, grabbing fingers and searching mouths.  Every other thought but each other driven from their minds.

Then this morning, Clay had insisted going to the store while he stayed in bed.  The idiot had some kind of romantic notion that he wanted to make Milo breakfast, even if it would only be cold ready made pancakes and luke warm coffee.  He'd decided that they were going to celebrate the first morning of their new life together.  Thinking about it now, Milo had had an uneasy feeling in his belly, but Clay had pouted and kissed him and blown him, until he agreed with a groan and the beautiful blue eyes twinkled at Milo as Clay closed the door behind him.

Of course, they didn't know then that the great Hank Farnsworth had every cop he could find on their tail.  He'd spun them some story about how Clay and he had stolen money and guns from the house and fled the scene.  Milo gleaned that much from the bellowed instructions from the officers who had burst into the motel room and hauled him from the bed; letting him throw on some jeans before cuffing him and throwing him into the cruiser.

They'd been full of bravado about how his "accomplice" had been killed by the Sheriff trying to escape when he was apprehended at the convenience store down the street.  How Clay had screamed when the bullets pierced his body, moaning in a pool of his own blood before he finally shut up.

As the cruiser pulled out into the sparce traffic down the main street of the town, Milo wondered if Hank Farnsworth was pleased that both of the thieves had been apprehended and one of them had been killed.  He wondered whether the hole in Hank's heart would be as big as the one in his, when the son-of-a-bitch found out that it was his own son, and not Milo, that lay on the ground covered in a sheet.  And then he wondered if the echo would ever stop:

It should've been me.

FLASH FICTION FRIDAY - THE PINK PANTS

 FLASH FICTION FRIDAY

Hello my pretties and welcome to Flash Fiction, Friday where you will find one hundred words per week based upon a picture chosen at random by either myself or my other cohorts in this marvellous adventure.  Some may be turned into a continuing play, so make sure you follow the links both within the one hundred words and at the bottom of this post to see what delights await you.  This week's inspiration was chosen by Patricia Logan, the minx...

Have you ever regretted doing something?  You know, the kind of thing that, as you’re doing it, makes you think…this is gonna bite me in the ass?  That’s how I ended up here--here being the bed I share with Johnny. Hands tied to the iron bedstead, wearing baby pink briefs that Johnny insisted were so hot he wanted to rip them off me, with his teeth. 

But he’s not here.  I’m alone.  He left me here.  Which brings me to the moral of our story.  If you’re going to scratch someone’s Desperate Housewives box set…replace it before they find out…

Joining me today are a bevy of other beauties and three gorgeous guys who are the fantastically talented authors who have contributed to this week’s Friday Flash Fiction: Bonni Sansom, Katie Harper, Lani Rhea, Muffy Wilson, J P Archer,  Rhea Archer, Patricia Logan,  Chris Quinton, Sara York, Chris Power, Heaven Leigh Eldeen, Venus Cahill, Gemma Parkes, Havan Fellows, Betty Carlton, Benjamin Russell, Lee Brazil, Cyril J Michael.  Please click on their names and stop by their blogs to read five very different interpretations of the same picture.

In addition, I want to extend my heart-felt thanks to my friend, Johnny Miles a fantastic fellow author for being this week’s guest star in my FFF fantasy.  Please click on his name within the one hundred to stop by their pages and find out what kind of mischief he’s been getting into. 

Thank you for supporting Friday Flash Fiction.

See you next week!