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

PREP: 0:10


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.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Tuesday Teaser

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

“Seriously?” Raiden stood at attention next to First Officer Ziffer and Weapons Chief Nair Ance.


“You heard me, Raiden.” Captain Munn sighed. “The Quai know you’re a royal and insist you attend this banquet they’ve planned. In fact, they want you there for the whole three days.”

“Can I point out Dayo is also considered part of the Royal Family? Not just me?”

“He is, but only through your mating. You, on the other hand, are a blood descendent of King Duran.”

“Um, they do know I’m not in direct line to assume kingship, right? I mean, that’s Hamza. He’s the young birthed to Duran and his mate, Jolak.” Raiden resisted the urge to run his finger around the collar of his uniform. Suddenly it was strangling him.

First Officer Lute snorted. “Notice how he calls him Hamza? Not Prince Hamza? And King Duran is just Duran?”

Friday, June 16, 2017

Finicky Friday - Strawberry Cheesecake Salad

Time for Finicky Friday! This is my kind of salad!


16 oz. cream cheese, softened
1 c. powdered sugar
2 tsp. pure vanilla extract
16 oz. cool whip
16 oz. Strawberries, sliced
2 ripe bananas, sliced
12 oz. raspberries
3 tbsp. crushed graham crackers


In a large bowl using a hand mixer, beat together cream cheese, powdered sugar, and vanilla until light and fluffy. Beat in Cool Whip until combined.

Fold in strawberries, bananas, and raspberries. Transfer to serving bowl and sprinkle top with graham cracker crumbs.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Tuesday Teaser

Okay, I'm going to try to post a teaser from whatever WIP I'm working on each Tuesday. We'll see how this goes lol. This is from Bound by Destiny and is Raiden and Dayo's book. :) It's at 20K as of right now.


Ten earth years ago Raiden mated Dayo, and the two of them immediately went into the Space Academy located on Tah’Nar. It took them four earth years to complete the program, then they were assigned to the Starship Castfore, where they spent almost six years. They transferred to the Starship Unity three earth months ago.

“Then aren’t we fortunate there was an opening aboard, huh?” Dayo winked as he tugged Raiden towards the holodeck doors.

“More than I can say.” Raiden secured his hajar and followed Dayo out.

Together they walked down the corridor, nodding to several shipmates. All different types of races passed them, but that wasn’t unusual for Tah’Narian starships. Even when his dabba was captain, there were other races on his crew.

Dayo was silent as they walked, but Raiden wasn’t worried Dayo was still mad. At least not overly so. Dayo couldn’t hold a grudge if his life depended on it. But now was not the time to discuss the private plans they had for later, though. 

Monday, June 12, 2017

The Pulse Massacre - One Year Later.

For Those We Lost And Those Who Survived: The Pulse Massacre One Year Later.

Looking back at an unspeakable tragedy – and looking ahead for the communities that will never be the same. 

The pain of June 12 still pangs just as palpably today for Mayra Alvear as it did one year ago.

It’s been twelve months since Omar Mateen entered Pulse nightclub during Pride month 2016 and opened fire with a semi-automatic assault rifle in a three-hour rampage that left 49 people dead – including Alvear’s youngest daughter, Amanda.

It was the worst mass shooting in modern American history, occurring on the LGBTQ club’s Latin night – a targeted attack against queer people of color that sent shockwaves through the LGBTQ community globally.

The time between then and now has held unimaginable grief for many – a daily struggle to make sense of the lives taken and the level of sheer horror and hate that permeated Pulse that morning.

And for Alvear and countless others, that grief has now been harnessed and channeled into a resolute mission: to be a voice for those who were lost ― to ensure that their loved ones are never forgotten, and to bring awareness to the culture of violence and deep-seated bigotry towards minorities permeating the fabric of the United States.

Read more at: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/pulse-massacre-one-year-later_us_593575cee4b0765bff0f510c

In remembrance

Stanley Almodovar III, 23 years old
Amanda L. Alvear, 25 years old
Oscar A. Aracena Montero, 26 years old
Rodolfo Ayala Ayala, 33 years old
Antonio Davon Brown, 29 years old
Darryl Roman Burt II, 29 years old
Angel Candelario-Padro, 28 years old
Juan Chavez Martinez, 25 years old
Luis Daniel Conde, 39 years old
Cory James Connell, 21 years old
Tevin Eugene Crosby, 25 years old
Deonka Deidra Drayton, 32 years old
Simón Adrian Carrillo Fernández, 31 years old
Leroy Valentin Fernandez, 25 years old
Mercedez Marisol Flores, 26 years old
Peter Ommy Gonzalez Cruz, 22 years old
Juan Ramon Guerrero, 22 years old
Paul Terrell Henry, 41 years old
Frank Hernandez, 27 years old
Miguel Angel Honorato, 30 years old
Javier Jorge Reyes, 40 years old
Jason Benjamin Josaphat, 19 years old
Eddie Jamoldroy Justice, 30 years old
Anthony Luis Laureano Disla, 25 years old
Christopher Andrew Leinonen, 32 years old
Alejandro Barrios Martinez, 21 years old
Brenda Marquez McCool, 49 years old
Gilberto R. Silva Menendez, 25 years old
Kimberly Jean Morris, 37 years old
Akyra Monet Murray, 18 years old
Luis Omar Ocasio Capo, 20 years old
Geraldo A. Ortiz Jimenez, 25 years old
Eric Ivan Ortiz-Rivera, 36 years old
Joel Rayon Paniagua, 32 years old
Jean Carlos Mendez Perez, 35 years old
Enrique L. Rios, Jr., 25 years old
Jean Carlos Nieves Rodríguez, 27 years old
Xavier Emmanuel Serrano-Rosado, 35 years old
Christopher Joseph Sanfeliz, 24 years old
Yilmary Rodríguez Solivan, 24 years old
Edward Sotomayor Jr., 34 years old
Shane Evan Tomlinson, 33 years old
Martin Benitez Torres, 33 years old
Jonathan A. Camuy Vega, 24 years old
Juan Pablo Rivera Velázquez, 37 years old
Luis Sergio Vielma, 22 years old
Franky Jimmy DeJesus Velázquez, 50 years old
Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon, 37 years old
Jerald Arthur Wright, 31 years old


Friday, June 9, 2017

Finicky Friday - Cranberry-Raspberry Salad

Cranberry-Raspberry Salad

Hey everyone, time for Finicky Friday again! 


1 three ounce package raspberry-flavor gelatin
1 three ounce package lemon-flavor gelatin
1 cup boiling water
1 eight ounce carton dairy sour cream
2 cups raspberry sherbet
1 cup Fresh Cranberry Relish or purchased cranberry-orange relish
*Lettuce leaves (optional)
*Sugared cranberries (optional)


Dissolve both gelatins in boiling water. Beat in sour cream with a wire whisk or rotary beater until smooth. Stir in sherbet until smooth. If necessary, chill until partially set. Add cranberry relish. Turn into a 5-cup mold.

Cover and chill 4 to 6 hours or until firm. 

*Unmold onto lettuce-lined platter. Garnish with sugared cranberries, if desired. Makes 8 to 10 servings.

Nutrition Facts (Cranberry-Raspberry Salad)
· Per serving:

· 264 cal.,

· 8 g fat

· 4 g sat. fat,

· 15 mg chol.,

· 73 mg sodium,

· 49 g carb.,

· 1 g fiber,

· 4 g pro.

Link: http://www.bhg.com/recipe/salads/cranberry-raspberry-salad/

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Trouble Comes in Threes pre-order - German paperback/ebook

Release date: June 27th

Buy link: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/aller-guten-dinge-sind-drei-by-ma-church-8619-b

Buy the paperback, get the eBook for free! Whenever you buy one of our paperbacks, you get the ebook for free!

Aller guten Dinge sind drei

Buch 1 in der Serie - Fell, Fangzähne und Feliden

Ein Schneesturm im Süden – an Silvester – das kann nur in einer Katastrophe enden. Nach zwei schweren Schicksalsschlägen wartet Kirk nun auf den dritten, als plötzlich zwei Katzen in sein Leben platzen und Schutz vor der Kälte suchen. Kirk nimmt die beiden auf, obwohl er es sich eigentlich nicht leisten kann und die Katzen sich sehr auffällig verhalten. Dolf und Tal machen es sich bei Kirk bequem. Als ihr Mensch beim Holzholen schwer stürzt und sich verletzt, haben die beiden keine andere Wahl, sie müssen offenbaren, was sie sind.

Als Kirk aufwacht, muss er feststellen, dass er keine Katzen, sondern Katzenwandler aufgenommen hat und nicht nur das, er ist ihr Gefährte. Eine Dreierbeziehung, noch dazu mit zwei Katzenwandlern, ist schon schwierig genug, aber bald muss sich Kirk auch noch mit feindseligen Rudelmitgliedern rumärgern, die der Meinung sind, dass sich Wandler nicht mit Menschen einlassen sollten.

Kirk hatte geahnt, dass die beiden Katzen, Dolf und Tal, Ärger bedeuten würden, aber er hat keine Ahnung, was wirklich noch auf ihn zukommen sollte.

Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

Translator: Mona Silberstein
Series Fell, Fangzähne und Feliden | Buch 1

Genres Holiday / M/M/M or More / Werewolves/Shapeshifters

Friday, June 2, 2017

At Sixes and Sevens, the next book in the Fur, Fangs, and Felines series, is under contract

Dreamspinner spins me a dream! Yay! Got the word last night that DsP accepted At Sixes and Sevens. The release date is Oct/Nov. I'm thinking it'll probably come out in November since Dragon's Hoard, the Dreamspun Beyond book, is scheduled to release in October. And ya'll, this is a loooong one too. Close to 90K before DsP edits.

So, a little about At Sixes and Sevens...

Karma is a bitch.
Aidric LeClair was one of the more outspoken betas of the West Falls Clowder when  Dolf reveled he planned to mate with a human named Kirk. Humans mating with werecats? Unthinkable. Little did Aidric know the changes that were about to sweep through the clowder. 
Shortly thereafter, beta Heller found his mate—another human—named Lawson. Each beta seemed to be falling one by one to mated bliss. Not long after, beta Remi mated with the Vetala, Marshell. Then Marshell’s sister, Janelle, mated another clowder member called Sam. When the heir-apparent Dolf assumed Alphaship of the clowder, the elders were in uproar over the changes Dolf wanted to make concerning humans, and other paranormals, joining them. 
Now, thanks to the wolf stalking Marshell, a werewolf Alpha has come to call on the West Falls Clowder to make reparations for the damage his errant pack member caused. 
Aidric’s life takes an unexpected and dramatic turn when he meets Alpha Carter Lovelock of the Dark Lake Pack. Werecats mating humans was bad enough, but now Aidric finds that his mate is none other than a werewolf. An Alpha werewolf at that. What is his goddess Bast thinking? Werewolves are arrogant, violent, and egotistical.
And now Aidric has a decision to make: accept the mate the goddess has blessed him with, or deny the gift she gave him. Aidric’s concerns are not simply based on how inflexible werewolves are either. Werecats are also smaller and weigh less than their doggy counterparts.
Aidric struggles. If he accepts Carter, he has no choice but to give up his clowder. Carter is an Alpha. There’s no hope of him joining Aidric’s clowder, plus there’s the fact that Carter has his own pack. The animosity between cats and dogs is real. Aidric worries if he will be accepted by Carter’s pack. The issues Aidric foresees are indeed real, but there are also some hidden pitfalls he was unaware of: like the fact Carter was involved with a female werewolf named Sabrina who is damned and determined to be the Alpha-mate. Then there is her brother, Delaney, who is also very outspoken in his regard toward Aidric.
Carter Lovelock is in a pickle. He always assumed his mate would be a female werewolf. How else is Carter supposed to carry on his line and retain Alphaship? Sabrina isn’t giving up easily, Delaney’s disagreeable behavior is a thorn in Carter’s side, and some of the other werewolves are purposely going out of their way to make Aidric feel unwelcome, including one of his deltas, Evan.
Carter tries to help Aidric adjust, but things are not going well. If the situation isn't already tense enough, there's the member of Carter's pack who stalked Marshell—a werewolf who just happens to be Carter’s nephew, Jack. Added to the stress is Jack’s mate, Baylor, who is none other than the hunter who tried to kill Marshell.
Even with all the disastrous events in their lives, Carter and Aidric find common ground. Love roots in the turmoil and slowly grows. They work to put their lives back together and bring peace to the pack.

Unfortunately, what little headway they make is destroyed during a full moon hunt. Will it cement their relationship or tear them apart?

Find out in book four of the Fur, Fangs, and Feline series!