Wednesday, December 31, 2014


Well, it is December 31st and that means that tonight we all get to yell Happy New Year! Are you ready? 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Like I ever need a reason to drink champagne? Random Wednesday? Sure, that works for me. I'm kidding...sort of. 

And then there are the New Years resolutions to make. What are mine? What are they every year, diet and working out. I'm bad about both.  How about you? What are yours? 

I'm really looking forward to 2015. Its going to be a great year. To start it out, I have a book releasing at the beginning of January.Its called Wolf's Return and it is the first book in the Black Hills Wolves series for Decadent Publishing. 
Wolf's Return

Whatever your dreams are for 2015 I hope you achieve them. From me to you, Happy New Year. 

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Happy New Year...almost

New Year's Eve is one of my favorite holidays (I know, technically New Year's Day is the holiday, but we all celebrate New Year's Eve just as much if not more than New Year's Day). July 4th is actually my absolute favorite, but New Year's Eve is a close second. There's something magical about it. A sense of starting over. The world refreshing. The troubles of yesterday seem farther behind me.

I also love the holiday because we spend it at home. Just a quiet night. We eat pizza (or whatever else sounded easy to make and good to eat), and snuggle on the couch as we wait for the ball to drop. Yep. That'll be me tomorrow night. And I'll be one happy girl. I hope you all are doing whatever it is that makes you happy.

May the new year bring you all good health and fortune. I hope the new year brings you the best of whatever it is you desire!

Monday, December 29, 2014

Merry and Happy end of 2014! Let's go out with a bash!! And Matzoh Ball Soup!

The 29th....of December? Really?!?!
How in the world is it already the end of another year?!? That's crazy!!!
Well to comfort each of us into the coming year I'm going to share another recipe! Great for the holidays and makes lots to be able to share with friends and neighbors!

Without further adieu I give you...Matzoh Ball Soup!
Oh....nope....pause! I make mine hearty with added stuff. Kind of like chicken noodle soup but with matzoh balls instead of the chicken.
And when I first tried this (which was totally on my bucket list - why? No damn idea!! :) ) it was described to me as a bread meatball by one of my best friends. That is very very accurate! Kind of like a dumpling ball for all you southern peeps.

OK, take 2!
Matzoh Ball Soup.

Here's most of the stuff but I forgot to put the vegetable oil in the picture. Oops!!
 Here's the recipe but WAIT!!! I change this one extensively. The "soup mix" in here tastes a little funky so I use it to cook the matzoh balls half way through and then change to my real soup stock. But the how to make the matzoh balls is correct!
 Here's the egg with the oil.
 Here's the matzoh ball mix added.
 This is what it looks like all mixed up! Now you put it in the fridge to cool and harden just a tad.
 While that's cooling I make 2 different soups. The first one is the mix that comes in the box. Add the mix to water, stir until dissolved and boil. Easy!
 The second one is my soup base that will actually be eaten. I use two huge containers of chicken stock and boil. And open the box of pasta and get it ready.
 Get the matzoh ball mix out of the fridge and make balls out of them. I use the baller because it makes them all uniform and they cook at the same rate. After this I actually roll them in my hand to get them all packed together and then I'll chill them for a few more minutes to get them to hold their shape while cooking. And remember they're going to expand so you don't want the initial balls too big. *snicker*
 When the soup mix stock is boiling put the matzoh balls in. And add the Campanelli pasta in the real stock pot to cook. Set the timer for 10 minutes.
 Turn the matzoh balls every couple minutes so they cook evenly.
 Wow those balls got big!!! And yes the one on the right leans a little to the left. #dontjudge
 When the timer goes off I pull all of the matzoh balls out and put them on a plate. They aren't done cooking yet so don't eat them! I also take too big scoops of noodles out at this point and save them for another dish. You can just cook half a box but I like leftovers for other meals! Then I pour half of the soup mix stock in with my stock and add the two big cans of veggies and the chick peas. Heat liquid again.
 Then I add the matzoh balls into the top of the soup stock. They will float but I always still count them. I always seem to have hiders!! Cook for 8 minutes. At the end of 8 minutes you want to pull them out again. I don't leave them in the liquid. They'll turn to mush!!!
 Add the desired # of balls *doublesnicker* to each bowl and pour soup over top. Add pepper to taste if desired!
 ENJOY!!!! It's a wonderful meal that soothes the soul and hungry bellies. Hope you enjoy the recipe!!!

Happy almost New Year!! If you need a little kink to get you through the holiday season then I've included info on my latest release below!!
Love you guys!!! MWAH!!
Domenico was cursed six long years ago by a witch determined to teach him a lesson. A lesson in life, loss, and understanding that to love is to put someone first…always.
His only escape from his beautiful prison is a dating site called Crossroads. He can choose only one woman a year to contact. One woman to convince, in nothing more than a week, that he’s worthy of her love. But there’s a catch. She must fall asleep during a video chat so he can crawl through his laptop into her world. Then all bets are off.
His curse becomes his salvation when his beautiful submissive Rose is nothing but a dream away.
A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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Need a bit more on the kinky and naughty side before you can get your fill of Laila and her 3 sexy men? I’ve gotcha covered!!
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Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

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Sunday, December 28, 2014

12 Scorching Cowboys...99¢ Gettem while they're hot!

If you love sexy cowboy romance books, get ready for a 12-pack of 'em from New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors!


HER UNIFORM COWBOY - Donna Michaels 
I AM NOT YOUR MELODY - Shoshanna Evers 
CHASE AND SEDUCTION - Randi Alexander 
THE HARDER THEY FALL - Beth Williamson 
THE REAL MCCOY - Sabrina York 
BADASS - Sable Hunter 
CUPID'S COWBOY - Becky McGraw 

Read more about The Real McCoy by Sabrina York

When Crystal Wilson gets roped into a wild, girls-only weekend at a rowdy “stud” ranch, the last thing she wants to do is tangle with a bunch of half-naked men pretending to be cowboys. But when she meets Ford McCoy, she can’t help but be attracted to his dark, dominant, gruff appeal.

What she doesn’t know is that Ford isn’t a stripper. He’s her friend’s overprotective brother, there to make sure his little sister doesn’t get into any trouble. She’s surprised at the passion that flares between them. In fact, what she has with Ford might just be what she’s been looking for all along.

It’s a pity the sexy rancher isn’t in the market for a city girl.


She shouldn’t have taken the shot.
For God’s sake, what had she been thinking? She’d been on a low-carb, low-calorie diet—with no alcohol—for a month. Not because Blaine had called her fat. That had nothing to do with it. She just wanted… She just wanted to do it for herself. Yeah.
It wasn’t like he was coming back or anything. And it wasn’t like she’d let him.
But it would be awesome to run into him somewhere, say the bank or the coffee shop or that bar on Grill Street, looking like a vixen. She only had ten pounds to go to hit vixen weight. It was a helluva ten pounds. They didn’t seem to want to budge.
And damn, she really wanted something to eat.
And damn, the tequila had hit her hard.
So hard she’d left the weekend kickoff party—although, to be honest, she’d wanted to leave since the pumping music and the grinding bodies and the strobing lights were starting to make her eyelid twitch. As down-home country as the bedrooms were at this ranch-slash-resort, they sure knew how to throw a bacchanal at night.
It was pleasanter out here behind the house, staring up at the stars and enjoying the kiss of a soft breeze. There were no sounds but the rustle of the leaves in the trees, the crickets and the occasional croak of a frog.
Her head hardly spun at all.
She leaned back and closed her eyes and imagined how amazing it would feel to be twenty-one again and interested in those kinds of men. To rub against a hard chest and feel his thickly muscled arms hold her close.
But none of those boys had ignited a flicker of interest in her. They’d all been rubbed smooth. Although several of them, and one in particular, had made it clear he wanted to dance for her.
It was a damn shame.
It would have been fun.
What kind of man would she want, if she wanted a man? Tall, for sure. Broad. Hard. Rough. Maybe a little wicked twinkle in his eye.
A door slammed to her right and her eyes flew open. She blinked as a man strode toward her through the shadows. Her heart lurched and the breath caught in her throat. Yes, her heart whispered. Yes. That was the kind of man she wanted.
He was big, and broad and roped with muscle. His stride was sure, determined and powerful. He wore boots that kicked up dust with every step, and chaps and even a Stetson. He had high cheekbones and a well-formed brow. His square chin was spattered with a dark shadow. His shirt was buttoned.
He looked like a real cowboy.
He looked like a man.
This guy could dance for her. No problem. She’d love to have him rub himself all over her—
His steps stalled as he caught sight of her.
“Well, hey there, cowboy,” she purred. It was probably the tequila purring, but he didn’t seem to care. He peered into the shadows.
She did him the favor of moving into the light. She liked that his nostrils flared and his throat worked. He touched the brim of his hat. “Ma’am.”
Ooh. Ma’am.
Sexy. This stripper knew how to play a role.
“You’re late,” she said.
He blinked. “Late?”
“The party’s already started.” She sidled up to him—again, the tequila; normally she would never sidle up to anybody—and put her hand on his chest. The muscles rippled in response and something inside her rippled as well. It was probably her womb. Crying out for a visitor.
It had been a while, after all.
She leaned closer, against him, and it was good. She nestled her nose in his beautiful neck and took a whiff. And daham, he smelled sinful. Wicked. Alluring.
“What is that fragrance?” she asked. She needed to know. Wanted to bathe in it.
He chuckled; the sound rumbled through her. “Soap.”
“Mmm. Yummy.” She scudded her palm over his chest, his thick arms and down to his trim waist. He held steady as she explored, staring at her through insanely thick lashes. It should be illegal for a man to have lashes like that. His features were locked and hard. A muscle ticked in his cheek. “You’re hard,” she murmured. Oh, God, he was.
“Yes, ma’am. I am.” This he said in a low purr, one that gave a sizzle of double entendre to the words.
Something cracked inside her. It was probably the remainder of her pickled restraint. He was the hottest man she’d ever seen, much less touched. His heat soaked into her and melted her, liquefied her.
She couldn’t stop her roving exploration and wouldn’t have anyway. Her hand drifted lower. His body tightened, his breath hitched as she reached his belt. And then she found him.
Her knees locked. Her pulse rocketed through her veins. Because Jesus God, he wasn’t just hard, he was rock hard.
“Nice.” A whisper, all she could manage. She gave him a little pump.
He hissed in a breath and said through his teeth, “Yeah. Nice.” His hand came to her waist. He stroked her bare skin beneath the hem of her tee. His calluses scraped her sanity.
“You are the most authentic of all of them,” she murmured, kissing his neck.
He grunted and pulled her closer, cupping her ass, measuring it with a squeeze. “Most authentic?”
“Of all the strippers.”
He stilled for a moment and she sensed he was about to pull away, which she could not allow. He was far too delicious to give up. So she nibbled his chin. She loved the bristles of his stubble. And he tasted…like a man. More man than she’d ever had.
She released her hold on him and pressed her hips against his, wrapped herself around him, hooking her leg around his. The feel of his body, hot and hard, plastered against hers from chest to groin, made her mouth water.
He allowed it, but then he did pull back. But it wasn’t far, and it was so he could stare down at her face, so she didn’t mind. His breath washed over her and she had the sudden compulsion to taste his mouth. Not a need or a whim. A compulsion.
“You think I’m the most authentic of all the strippers?” She had no idea why he was smiling, but she liked his smile. Especially the dent that appeared on his left cheek. Everything about him pushed each and every one of her buttons. They were rusty buttons, but he pushed them.
“You are. You really do it better than any of them. You sure look like a real cowboy. Baby, you could rope and tie me…”
She stroked his back, reveling in the bulge of his muscles as she made her way down to his ass, which she squeezed as well. “And you’re really well built.”
“Thank you?”
“For a stripper.”
“I wouldn’t mind if you gave me a lap dance at all.”
“Not at all.”
“Would you like to?”
His brow arched. It was a striking, manly brow. “Like to?”
“Give me a lap dance?”
“You have no idea.”
She liked the tenor of his voice, despite the fact there was a laugh hidden in it. She raked her nails along the back of his neck and he shivered. So she walked her fingers into his hair, ignoring that she tipped his Stetson clean off.
God, his hair was soft. Dark curls. Silky and thick.
Their gazes locked. His smile faded. Tension hummed between them. Then she tugged his head down and took his lips.

Read more about the collection! 

A COWBOY'S SEDUCTION - Award-Winning Author Cynthia D'Alba - Sparks fly when an exhausted cowboy, on a forced tropical vacation, meets an uptight accountant in a bikini. As the seduction game begins, two weeks never looked so short. 

SADIE AND HER COWBOY - USA Today Bestselling Author Paige Tyler - A beautiful ranch owner hires an infamous gunslinger to protect her against a ruthless cattle baron, but risks losing everything when she falls for the sexy hired gun

THE BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND TEST - NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author Elle James - Skeptical billionaire takes a risk on a friend's dating service and finds the cowgirl of his dreams, only he has to convince her he's her perfect match.

HER UNIFORM COWBOY - Donna Michaels - Texas Guardsman never planned his attraction to a curvy, military-hating Pennsylvanian, or saddling her with his stress issues. Will the town’s newest resident support him, or abandon him like others in his past?

I AM NOT YOUR MELODY - NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author Shoshanna Evers - The baddest cowboy in Bear Creek Saddle partners with a sassy new bartender to save the family business. His rules: Don’t kill her. Don’t kiss her. And don’t fall in love.

CHASE AND SEDUCTION - USA Today Bestselling Author Randi Alexander - Country music superstar Chase Tanner is determined to seduce screenplay writer Reno Linden. She risks the plunge into Chase’s arms, but will their attraction survive the glitz and stress of fame?

THE COWBOY WINS A BRIDE - NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author Cora Seton –Jamie Lassiter just made the bet of his life—He’s got six weeks to prove to Claire Cruz he’s the man for her, or pay for her round-the-world trip.

THE HARDER THEY FALL - Beth Williamson - Cowboy Hank Beltane has no idea what's in store for him when he tries to seduce the stubborn, beautiful and sexy as hell rodeo owner TJ Maguire.

THE REAL MCCOY - NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author Sabrina York - At a wild, girls-only weekend at a rowdy “stud” ranch, she meets the gruff, dominant man of her dreams. It’s too bad the sexy stripper is only a pretend cowboy…or is he?

BADASS - Amazon Bestselling Author Sable Hunter - Isaac McCoy - Badass Isaac McCoy, as at home on a Harley as he is on a horse, is in love with the preacher's daughter— the angel of Kerr County—and that will never do.

COWBOYS NEVER FOLD – Award-Winning Author Lexi Post – When a cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort, he discovers that to win the sexy owner's heart he must go all-in, which could mean baring more than his soul.

CUPID'S COWBOY - Amazon Bestselling Author Becky McGraw - Struggling country singer is struck by cupids arrow when delivering a breakup singing telegram on Valentine's Day to a beautiful music exec who could make all his dreams come true. 

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About Sabrina York
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy to scorching erotic romance.  Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook or on Pintrest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on Amazon or wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Free Teaser Book: And don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!

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Saturday, December 27, 2014

Hello from newbie Lia Davis

Hello, everyone! I'm so thrilled to be part of Decadent Divas with the amazing ladies in the group. So I'm here today to give you a little about me for those who don't know me.

I'm a mother, wife, romance lover, cat lover, and a coffee and chocolate addict. I love spending time with my family and love being a full time writer. I've been published since 2012 and write primarily paranormal romance. In the last year I've branched put to contemporary and gay romance. The up coming year I plan to venture into romantic suspense.

So if you love shapeshifters (wolves, big cats, bears, dragons, gargoyles), vampires, hot alpha males, and kick ass heroines I'm your author. You can check out my books page on my website for a list of my series by genre. All the reading order is from left to right. Here's the link:

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Friday, December 26, 2014

Lexi Post Has a New Release - Cowboys Never Fold - Contest & Chances to Win!!!

Cowboys Never Fold
                                                 By Lexi Post

Who doesn't love a yummy cowboy. The Divas do...

Lexi Post is visiting the Decadent Divas today.  She is also running a contest so check out her links below for a chance to win!!

COWBOYS NEVER FOLD – Award-Winning Author Lexi Post – When a cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort, he discovers that to win the heart of the sexy owner he will have to go all-in, but that could mean baring more than his soul.

Excerpt #1
Wade took the plate from her and brought it to the sink. “I’ll just wash these up for Selma and head to bed.”
Kendra was off the stool and grabbing the sprayer before he could reach it. “No. You made the meal for me. I can clean up. You’ve probably had a long day. When did you get up?”
He shrugged. “Probably around five. I didn’t really pay attention.”
“Exactly. I’ll stay and clean up. Go get a good night’s sleep. You have a lot of ordering to do tomorrow based on your lists.”
His eyes widened. “You really approve of everything?”
She put her other hand on her hip. “Listen. I don’t know anything about horses. All I know is what nudists like based on research. I’ll come up with something for the nude riding, but I need an expert to set up my stables and trails. You’re that expert. I’m not going to get in the way of that.”
He smiled, his eyes almost twinkling in his excitement. “Well then, boss. I definitely need to be doing the dishes for you.”
 He reached for the sprayer and without thinking, she pulled it out and sprayed him.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” She stared as the shirt conformed to Wade’s body, the contours of his chest coming out in full relief. Turning away from the titillating sight, she grabbed a couple hand towels hanging next to the sink. She just didn’t want him to do the dishes. Now he would think she was the worst boss in the state.
Turning back to help him dry off, she froze. Wade had taken off his shirt, revealing his moist chest and arms. The man’s pectorals were what she called mountain muscles and the wet hair that formed a line straight down the middle of his rippled abdominals disappeared beneath blue jeans being held up by a big-buckled belt. She tried to look at his face but was drawn to his large biceps, which had been hidden by the shirt. She followed those to his shoulders where more muscle explained why he appeared so broad. He was. The man was walking muscle.
“Are those for me?”
His voice snapped her out of her drool-like state, and she looked him in the eye. The man’s lips formed a slow smirk.
“Yes. Here.” She gave him the towels and he pushed one back at her.
“Can you dry my back? That water sprayer is strong.”
“Right, of course.” She was bumbling like an idiot, but what woman wouldn’t be. Damn, the man was built. He made her feel petite despite being taller than average. He had to be well over six feet. Stepping behind him, she was treated to another tantalizing view. As he wiped at his chest and arms, the muscles in his back danced, showing the many layers he had. She hesitated to touch him. He would be warm and so male.
“Isn’t it wet?” He rolled his shoulders. “It feels like it.”
“Yes. Yes, it is.” She forced herself to use the towel against his skin, careful not to let her hand touch him. If it did, she wouldn’t be able to stop. She wiped at the moisture until he was dry, then took a deep breath and stepped around him, tossing the towel on the sink. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to keep you from washing the dishes.”
“No harm. I’ve been wet before.” His smile appeared again, and she had the strongest urge to kiss it.
 Switching her weight to her right hip, she crossed her arms. “Well, I guess now you have to let me do the dishes.” She meant to sound flippant, but didn’t carry it off well.
He held out his towel. “Yup. Definitely got your way…this time.”
She uncrossed her arms to take the towel and crushed it against her chest. “Have a good night.”
He shrugged his large shoulders, causing her insides to tighten. Why did she have to be so susceptible to broad shoulders, and why did he have to have the most muscular ones she’d ever seen?
“It all depends on the bed.” He winked and brushed past her. Their arms touched for a second, his clean male scent, which was stronger now without his shirt, washed over her and almost buckled her knees.
She couldn’t resist and turned to watch him walk away, his back teasing her with its muscle play until the batwing doors swung closed behind him.
 She pulled the damp towel up to her face and inhaled. God, the man smelled good. Damn. Built, well mannered, organized, knowledgeable and with a dark tan above his waist that made her want to crawl down his pants to see how far it went.

 She groaned. Tan to the waist meant he was outside without a shirt more often than not. “Hell.” She was definitely screwed…or rather wanted to be. Could she ask Dale for another replacement stable manager?

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Lexi Post is an award-winning author of erotic romance. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to the 20th century American epic The Grapes of Wrath, from War and Peace to the Bhagavad Gita, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.
But Lexi's first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first loves, she started writing erotic romance inspired by the classics and found she loved it. Lexi believes there is no end to the romantic inspiration she can find in great literature for her sexy love stories. Her books are known as "erotic romance with a whole lot of story." In 2014 she won both the Aspen Gold Readers Choice Award and the Passionate Plume Award.
Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat (unless she is going incognito).

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Thursday, December 25, 2014

Merry Christmas from the Decadent Divas and Cinnamon Apple Chex Mix!!

Merry Christmas to each and everyone one of you from all of the Decadent Divas!!! I decided to share a recipe with you for the holidays. Cause it's easy to make and super yummo!!
Here are all of the ingredients!!

And the recipe! I also add a cup or so of macadamia nuts and I use a whole 4.5oz package of dried apples.
 I lay the dried apples out on a cutting board to dry out a bit more. Makes it easier to chop them up.
 Put all of the chex and nuts in a large microwave safe bowl. Yogurts can me measures out but they are held out until the very end.
 Here is all of the butter, cinnamon, brown sugar in a small microwave safe bowl. Nuke for 1 min. Stir. Nuke another minute. It will be bowling. Stir again.
 While this is in the microwave chop up your apples. I cut away all skin left on and the crunchy centers that every package seems to get a few of.
 Drizzle heated sugar mixture over cereal and nut mix in batches to coat evenly.
 Nuke for 3 minutes, stirring at the end of each minute, then add your apples. Microwave 2 more minutes, stopping at each minute to stir. This will really even out the coating.
 Spread on to waxed paper and allow to cool. I come back every few minutes and move it around so the snack doesn't dry all together.
 After 5-10 minutes add your yogurt covered raisins, put back in your bowl, mix it up and ENJOY!!!
 This is my "I MADE CHEX MIX" smile!! I was rather pleased with the batch and it got one more thing off my holiday to-do list so I can just enjoy the time with friends and family!!

Merry Christmas to all and to all a naughty night! If you need a little kink to get you through the holiday season then I've included info on my latest release below!!
Love you guys!!! MWAH!!
Domenico was cursed six long years ago by a witch determined to teach him a lesson. A lesson in life, loss, and understanding that to love is to put someone first…always.
His only escape from his beautiful prison is a dating site called Crossroads. He can choose only one woman a year to contact. One woman to convince, in nothing more than a week, that he’s worthy of her love. But there’s a catch. She must fall asleep during a video chat so he can crawl through his laptop into her world. Then all bets are off.
His curse becomes his salvation when his beautiful submissive Rose is nothing but a dream away.
A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Buy Links
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Ellora’s Cave

Need a bit more on the kinky and naughty side before you can get your fill of Laila and her 3 sexy men? I’ve gotcha covered!!
The books in the Members Only Series can be found here...
Stand Alone

Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

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Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Guest Post: Saralee Etter

A Gift of Oranges

In Her Very Major Christmas, the Joslin family's neighbor, the Squire, brings oranges to the ladies as a gift. They're excited to receive these treatsand in fact, the ladies believe that the citrus fruit might indicate some romantic interest on the part of their botanically-inclined gentleman friend.

But which lady has caught his interest? Rosalind, now living with her relatives by marriage because she had nowhere else to go after her reckless husband died, believes the Squire is holding a torch for the beautiful but faded Aunt Clementine. However, it will take some effort to get crotchety old Sir Silas to agree!

Why would the Squire give a gift of oranges? Well, they're out of season, of course in the bleak midwinter, exotic tropical fruits were rare. The Squire is something of a botanical enthusiast, so he's built an orangery.

An orangery is a building especially designed for the cultivation of oranges, lemons and other exotic tropical plants. Introduced in the 17th century, orangeries became very popular in the 1800s. An orangery has south-facing glass windows to capture the maximum sunlight and a thick northern wall to protect against wind and cold. In the wintertime, straw could be used for insulation.

In London, an orangery or greenhouse might be so elegantly appointed like Queen Anne's beautiful orangery in Kensington Palace, which today is a lovely restaurant that it could be used for fashionable entertaining away from the Court.

However, by the Regency era, many fashionable residences had orangeries or greenhouses. Orangeries were generally built with large, tall windows facing south to take advantage of the maximum possible light. The north facing walls would be built without windows in a very heavy solid brick, or occasionally with much smaller windows to be able to keep the rooms warm. Straw was the main material used for insulation. Some of the buildings could be intended as symbols of prestige, while others, like the Squire's more modest structure, were places to store tender plants like orange and lemon trees in tubs so that they would survive the harsh winter weather.

Rosalind's main interest in the oranges is what she can make with them! Oranges were made into marmelades, the rinds were candied and used in fruit cakes and Christmas pudding, and the juice used in orange shrub, orgeat (a sweet syrup flavored with orange and almond) and mulled wines.

Do you make a special holiday dish using oranges or lemons? Please share your traditions with us!

Her Very Major Christmas
By Saralee Etter


It was a devilish way to be welcomed into the family.
The dark-haired woman had crept into the library, taken one look at him then screamed and fainted dead away. Hed lunged toward her, hoping to catch her before she crumpled to the floor. He didnt quite reach her in time.
Women had screamed at the sight of his scarred face before but usually not until theyd gotten a better look at him. Guiltily aware that her unconscious condition was his fault, he gathered her up into his arms, meaning to place her on the sofa at the far end of the room. If he moved fast enough he could put her down before his marked visage caused her to faint again. She was a soft, sturdy little thing with a pale face and dark hair that spilled over his arm.
He only had time to carry her halfway to the sofa before he heard a furious pounding of feet on the floorboards outside the library. The door to the library burst open. Through the door came an elderly lady, followed by an old man with a pair of dueling pistols, one in each hand.
Unhand that female! Get back, you fiend! the old man shouted, waving the pistols.
Burdened by the woman in his arms, the major froze as one of the weapons dipped dangerously in his direction.
The gun went off with a roar.
A pistol ball whistled past his head and lodged in the wall near the window. The lady shrieked.
The old man looked astonished, turning the pistol around so he could squint down the smoking barrel. By Jove, I didn't even touch the blasted trigger.


Blush sensuality level: This is a sweet romance (kisses only, no sexual content).
Widowed Rosalind Joslin is an extra female in her in-laws household. Longing to prove she still has value, she uses her skills to make remedies and medicinal preparations for the poor. She misses the warmth and sun of India where she was raised but looks forward to her first real English Christmas with holly and the traditional feast.
Major Harry Joslin never expected his cousins death to thrust him into the unwanted role of nobleman. Still recovering from the emotional and physical injuries inflicted at Waterloo, hes not ready for the demands of a new position and his familys pressure for him to marry a debutante. His cousins widow is just another complication.
But its the season of miracles and two wounded hearts may find love blooming in the depths of a snowy Christmas day.
A Blush traditional Regency romance from Ellora's Cave

ISBN  9781419993268

Saralee Etter

Saralee Etter loves to read, and always knew that writing was the only career for her. What could be better than to think up stories all day long? As a constant day-dreamer, it seemed like the ideal occupation.

Sadly, however, she couldnt see a way to make a living writing the romantic and exciting stories that filled her head. Instead, she wrote other things: Newspaper articles, public relations releases, legal briefs.

Now Saralee is beginning to share the stories that she has been dreaming about for so long. Theyre mostly light-hearted and fun.  As a devoted armchair time-traveler, she finds writing stories set during the English Regency period is the perfect way to enjoy history, romance, and delightful adventures all at once.