Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Recipe Wednesday- Will’s Roosevelt Beans #BBW #recipe #foodie #pnr

Will’s Roosevelt Beans

Will from the Black Hill Wolves book Infiltrating her Pack is highly talented in making a meal that has any wolf or human licking their lips. So today I bring you his recipe for Roosevelt Beans.

1 pound hamburger
1/2 pound bacon, chopped into 1/2-inch dice
1 medium onion, chopped into 1/2-inch dice
1 (16 oz) can pork and beans (He likes the maple best)
1 (12 oz) can kidney beans
1 (12 oz) can lima beans
1 (12 oz) can butter bean
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup ketchup
3 tablespoons cider vinegar
1 tablespoon prepared mustard
salt and fresh ground black pepper (to taste)

Preheat oven to 325 degrees F.

Fry hamburger and bacon together; saute onions with meats. Do not drain.

Stir in canned beans (it’s up to you if you want to drain the liquid from the canned beans. No liquid=Thicker beans) and remaining ingredients. Place in a large, oven safe container.

Bake in 325 degree F oven for about 45 minutes.

Serve and Enjoy depending on the stomachs you are feeding it should feed 6 to 8.

Infiltrating her Pack
Black Hill Wolves
By Dominique Eastwick

The mysterious and intimidating lone wolf, Z, has returned to Los Lobos. Descended from a long line of gifted yet secretive shifters known as Infiltrators, his people are the spies of the shifting world, rarely seen and harder to track.

Ripley Greystone has a big problem—her pack is Alpha-less and a local coyote band knows it. The safety of her pack rides on trusting Drew, the new Alpha of the Black Hills Wolves. But, admitting the reason for needing his help isn’t something she’s quite ready to do.

Drew senses there’s more to Ripley’s request to join his pack than what she leads him to believe. There’s only one way to know for sure—send an Infiltrator to spy on Ripley and her pack.

Forced to infiltrate her pack to discover its hidden secrets and protect it from the coyotes determined to claim the she-wolves for themselves, Z finds more than he expects—all the while fighting the need to claim Ripley as his mate.

A hairsbreadth divided them, and it took all the willpower he processed to fight the building desire to pull her into his arms. Her breathing quickened, and as he gazed into her blue eyes, her raw sensuality forced him deeper into the cavernous pit he’d fallen in when he’d first seen her.
The words came out on a whisper. “You feel it, too, don’t you?”
“This attraction?” Z raised an eyebrow.
          She closed her eyes. “It won’t work. I have secrets you could never understand.”
“We all have secrets,” he said then gave in to his animal nature and claimed her lips, though touching her nowhere else. He burned himself into her, forcing her to recant her words of denial.
It will work. He didn’t know how, but he didn’t think he could walk away from these feelings again. Having ensured the Greystones posed no threat to the Tao Pack, he could make his top priority the safety of his mate. His second would be to figure out the logistics of having a mate not of his pack.
Her deep groan rumbled through him, and every thought but Ripley faded. Passion swirled and something new, something different…something more, accompanied by a fizz running along his spine and through his nervous system, charging his powers. The urge to howl grew.

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Saturday, September 12, 2015

Black Hills Wolves Blog Hunt

5 things I love :)

1. Being a Black Hills Wolves Author

2. Other Black Hills Wolves Books.


Nothing Xio Davis does is right. When she abandons her pack, riding out of town on the back of a stranger’s motorcycle, she finds she’s bitten off more than she can chew. First, it’s small-time crimes, then bank robbery. As Xio sinks into the criminal underworld, the FBI catches up with her. Now, she’s got one way out: snitch.

When Xio turns state's evidence against a Mexican drug lord, Agent Marcus Cazador steps up to take her home, giving up his career, his place in the El Paso pack, and all he knows to protect her.
Xio claims she’s not the same wolf who left ten years before, but can she convince Marcus she’s changed her wicked ways? Or will the Black Hills be the end of the road on her long journey to redemption?

Ten years ago, visions of death and the babble of lupine voices in his head drove lone wolf Brick Northridge to challenge his cruel and greedy pack Alpha. Beaten by the Alpha’s thugs and banished from the pack, Brick lives a life of seclusion in a mountain cabin in the Black Hills.

Born into a rival clan of feline shifters, skinwalker Summer McCoy, in her guise as a raven, watches Brick from afar, giving him back a reason to live through her sweet songs and special gifts.

But when her clan attempts to tear them apart and threatens the pack that banished Brick so many years before, will their love be strong enough to withstand the forces bent on their destruction?

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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Vonnie Hughes and her Yummy Broccoli Frittata

Multi-published and multi-genre author Vonnie Hughes steps away from her keyboard to bring us a delicious dish that works for breakfast and for lunch. The kitchen is all yours, Vonnie!

Broccoli Frittata
2 cups broccoli florets
4 eggs (yeah, I know. 4!! But that's the way to make it work)
1 cup milk
1 packet of thick vegetable soup (Maggi or whatever brand)
1/3 cup grated tasty cheese
Preheat oven to 180°C or 350°F
Put broccoli into a greased quiche dish or even a shallow ovenproof dish.
Beat eggs with the milk and soup mix. Pour over the broccoli.
Sprinkle the cheese on top.
Bake for 40 minutes.
Serves 4
How about pouring yourself an after breakfast mimosa and then curl up with my latest romantic suspense?

Who can you trust if you can’t trust your own mother? Through the clammy fog, Celie Francis hears the chilling message. “I know who you are, Celie. I know where you live.” And in the terrifying aftermath she reconnects with her dysfunctional family in ways she had never imagined.
Abused and abandoned as a child, Célie Francis knows better than to trust anyone. But after she witnesses a murder, she's placed in the Unit "New Zealand's witness protection program" where she's expected to trust strangers with her life.
It's psychologist Brand Turner's job to ease witnesses into their new identities, not to protect them, but Célie stirs feelings in him that are far from professional. When it appears someone is leaking critical information that could endanger Célie, Brand will do anything to protect her. But first he has to convince her to trust him.
Adrift in a frightening world, Célie would like to believe the handsome psychologist is everything he seems, but as witnesses are murdered and danger swirls around them, Célie must decide "can she trust Brand with her life? 
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Vonnie Hughes is a multi-published author in both Regency books and contemporary suspense. She loves the intricacies of the social rules of the Regency period and the far-ranging consequences of the Napoleonic Code. And with suspense she has free rein to explore forensic matters and the strong convolutions of the human mind. Like many writers, some days she hates the whole process, but somehow she just cannot let it go.
Vonnie was born in New Zealand, but she and her husband now live happily in Australia. If you visit Hamilton Gardens in New Zealand be sure to stroll through the Japanese Garden. These is a bronze plaque engraved with a haiku describing the peacefulness of that environment. The poem was written by Vonnie.
Learn more about Vonnie Hughes on her website and blog. Stay connected on Facebook and Goodreads.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Character Interview with Landra Graf

Thank you for coming to chat with us today. Why do you think Landra chose you to represent her? 
She's always told me I've got a lot of charm. It could also be because I'm good at getting people to talk to me... Oh, and I like to talk.

Tell us a little about yourself? 
My name is Ian Malcolm. I'm a ex-merchant and land owner, who's had to turn to bounty hunting as a way of repaying my debt to the mercenary gang that helped me escape my cousin and America. 

What is your birth date? It's rude to ask man how old he is. *smiles wide* No, honestly I was born in the early 1900s, during the first world war to be more on point. I've never known a time where Germany didn't rule continental Europe, nor have I ever known liquor to be legal in America.

Where do you live? Right now, I'm on board the sky ship Liberte. I'm escorting the ship, crew, and their gorgeous Captain on a mission to locate that mercenary gang I mentioned. I've got a bounty for them, a nasty piece of work named Tuul. The gang is called the Cursed. Shouldn't take more than a few more days and we'll have their location sussed out.

What do you wish people would know about you? I don't like bloodshed. Most problems can be solved with words and negotiation. Death doesn't solve problems, communication does. Too often I've seen death dealt out in situations where it wasn't needed.  I also enjoy nice conversations, women who surprise me, and believe loyalty is hard to find.

What music do you listen too? Oh, jazz is by far my favorite. I'm from Nawlins, remember? Robert Johnson for the soulful touch, too. Man's words and lyrics touch deep. Fats Waller and some good ol'fashioned Duke Ellington will solve in a pinch. I don't mind some of the newer stuff either, like Fred Astaire. Whoever writes his songs sure knows a thing or two.

Will we be seeing more of you or are you stepping out of the lime light? Sorella and I are only signed up for one story, as far as I've been told. But in the next book we're supposed to get a little shine of the lime light. At least I get to employ some of my genius planning skills for sure.

Where have we seen you before? You could've seen me anywhere. Honestly I've been all over Europe on different assignments from clubs to private parties. I always like to make folks laugh and get secrets out of others.

What is your perfect evening? A intimate dinner with candle light and soft playing music. Then to be able to pleasure my companion in any way I can. Oh, and no interruptions like making port in a city or getting into some battle en route to our destination. Life is never dull on a ship.

Is there anything you wish Landra had kept their mouth shut about? 

It would've been nice if she'd never involved my ex in the story. That woman has never been anything but trouble. Hell, that's half the reason I fell for her to begin with. Thankfully Sorella took care of the problem with my ex before it go to out of control.

Do you feel you were portrayed fairly?
I got a fair shake. Some people didn't get to share as much as I did. Landra did an amazing job of making sure my preferences were considered.

Tell us about Sorella what drew you to her? *sighs* Where to start... The woman is simply amazing. She's tough, yet vunerable. Her skills with a knife are crazy and her ability to size up opponents and situations is masterful. Honestly, I was drawn to how dangerous she is. I mean this woman could kill me, easily. Something about that gets my blood pumping.

What do you do to relax? Relax... probably eat dinner. That's about it. Life in my world doesn't really involve much relaxing. If you can get a romp in bed you're about as relaxed as you may get.
What’s your favorite sports team? The Yanks of course. Those boys have been winning World Series for years. They're the best baseball team in America. I think they have what it takes to go all the way this year to. Especially with Gehrig and DiMaggio.

What about the cover is that a fair representation of you? 
Let's be real, I'm not even on the cover. Nope, Sorella got the honor of taking up the whole things. That's fine with me. I'm more of a behind the scenes person. She deserved front and center. Besides, I'm the one she'll be with at night.

What’s you biggest turn ons? 
Honesty and openness.

What are your biggest Turn offs?
Liars and cheaters. *chuckles* You laugh, I know. My world's filled wtih a lot of both of those, but every so often I come across a woman who's very refreshing.

What’s your perfect day? 
Any day where I'm not needing to worry if my life is in danger would be a perfect day. I don't see that happening anytime soon, unless Landra knows something she's not telling me.

What your favorite Ice cream flavor, Chocolate, Vanilla, or Strawberry? 
Ooh, Ice cream. That's something I haven't enjoyed in forever. Traveling on a sky ship doesn't afford such luxuries, but now that you've put it in my mind I'll be asking the cook, Bonita, if she can make some vanilla ice cream. Oh, I didn't really answer the questions. *snaps fingers* Vanilla, goes best with cobblers and pie.

Do you believe in ghosts? 
*scoffs* No time for them. There are more real life dangers I need to be worried about.

What is your biggest fear? That Luther and the Cursed are going to kill me and Sorella if we don't get that bounty to them soon. It's dangerous to live in my world, but even worse when there's a debt to settle. This is my last job. I get it done and I'll finally be free.

Once Upon A Time...

Sorella Corvino lost her brother to The Cursed years ago. Sorella is so determined to find him, she'll make any deal, rescue the outcasts and those like him, and risk flying into any port to rescue him. When her latest pirate efforts partner her with a bounty hunter who's too charming, sexy, and handsome for his own good, she knows she's in trouble.
Ian Marshall no longer believes in fairy tales…

Disowned and a marked criminal in the United States, this merchant turned bounty hunter, is one bounty away from freedom; and freedom's price is handing over one person to the most cutthroat gang in the world, The Cursed. Yet, he can't get to them without Sorella's help. Too bad she's gorgeous, aggravating, and a little trigger happy.

As the attraction mounts, the danger grows and the pair find themselves invading a skin trader den, the ballrooms of dictator-ruled Germany, and fighting battles in the sky in the hopes of getting everything they want. Only thing they didn't plan on... falling in love.

“I already paid off the police, at least for the moment. Until your cousin offers them more.” The words rolled off her tongue matter-of-factly as if this sort of situation occurred every day. His pants tightened at her words. A woman who feared nothing, who didn’t believe in danger.

“Very generous of you.”

“Hmm?” She stopped playing with her balisong knife and looked at him.

He came toward her, arms open, expecting her to move away from the door and put distance between them. She didn’t. “You protected me at your own expense.”

“I thought you might take my generosity as replacement for me losing the bet.”

Less than six inches separated their bodies. The pulse point at her neck fluttered, her breath shallow. Her knife stilled in her hand, closed, but ready to deploy. She waited for him to make a move.

The distinct possibility existed he’d be dead in the next minute, but her lips were deep red, like cherries he’d eaten in late summer. To leave them untouched would be a crime. “You thought wrong.”

He leaned in. She gasped, and then he kissed her.

She’d been kissed before, but it had merely been her parents’ chaste touches to her cheeks or forehead, and, once, her fiancé had brushed her lips with his. Otherwise, she had remained untouched until now. As he touched the tip of his tongue to her closed mouth, a sinful sensation swamped her body. Gooseflesh broke out underneath her clothes, and little hairs stood up on the back of her neck.
Sorella grabbed the lapels of his coat and opened her mouth. Something carnal took over, an instinct to engage his tongue in some primitive dance. If this was considered uncivilized, she’d gladly abandon society and all its norms.

As fast as the moment began, it ended, and Ian pulled back a few inches. “You taste amazing.”

He did, too; like peppermint, and…. “You taste familiar.” Not as if she’d tasted him before, but somehow the aromatic tang of his mouth and the scent of his breath on an exhale resonated within her. She’d bottle it if she knew how. “Kiss me again.”

“As my captain commands.”

Author Bio:
Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.

Friday, September 4, 2015

Legends of the Timekeepers by Sharon Ledwith

There is no moving forward without first going back.

Lilith was a young girl with dreams and a family before the final destruction of Atlantis shattered those dreams and tore her family apart. Now refugees, Lilith and her father make their home in the Black Land. This strange, new country has no place in Lilith’s heart until a beloved high priestess introduces Lilith to her life purpose—to be a Timekeeper and keep time safe.

Summoned through the seventh arch of Atlantis by the Children of the Law of One, Lilith and her newfound friends are sent into Atlantis’s past, and given a task that will ultimately test their courage and try their faith in each other. Can the Timekeepers stop the dark magus Belial before he changes the seers’ prophecy? If they fail, then their future and the earth’s fate will be altered forever.

 “Why are you here?” Lilith asked. “You’ve already got your life seal.”

 “I have more questions for Istulo.” She continued to stare at the disk.
Lilith sighed. “My name is Lilith. What’s your name?”

Her shoulders relaxed slightly. A hint of a smile broke out on her face. Her upturned nose wiggled.

“She-Aba. I was born here in the Black Land. Both my parents arrived from Atlantis fourteen years ago yesterday. My mother gave birth to me the next day.”

Lilith perked up. “That would make today your birthday!”

She-Aba beamed. “Yes. That’s why I’m here. For my birthday last year, I had my life reading done by Istulo. But recently, there’s been a hiccup in my plans. It’s like my life seal rearranged itself, and now I’m confused. I’m here for a reaffirmation.”

“What’s the problem?”

She-Aba traced her life seal with the tip of her perfectly shaped fingernail. “My lifetime occupation was supposed to be to design clothing for the people of the various positions in the court and temples.”

Lilith smirked. “That makes perfect sense.”

“I know, right? So why, all of a sudden, would my life seal change from designing clothing to something completely different?”

Lilith arched a fair brow. “How different?”

“Well, instead of clothing people in lavish robes and gowns for others to appreciate, the seal suggests that I’ll be doing the opposite by covering up and hiding the truth. I don’t understand it at all. I thought my life was all planned out for me.”

“I thought mine was too, until my country blew up and slid into the ocean,” Lilith muttered.
“Hey, look at the bright side, at least your hair isn’t red like mine.”

Lilith eyed She-Aba carefully. “What’s wrong with red hair? My uncle has red hair and it suits him fine.”

She-Aba moved in closer. “If you haven’t noticed already, there aren’t many redheads around here. The natives think red is magical, and anyone with red hair is considered a freak of nature.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Lilith said loud enough to cause an echo down the marble hallway. “Is that the reason why those artists were rude to you? Because you have red hair?”

“Red is a very powerful color,” a raspy voice said from behind both girls.

Lilith and She-Aba jumped. They slowly turned to find Istulo hovering over them.

Wearing the same white gown and orichalcum headband Lilith saw her dressed in before, Istulo nodded slightly before she said, “Red represents the essence of life—if we are drained of blood, we are drained of energy. The people of the Black Land understand this, and therefore red is reserved only for their gods and goddesses.”

Lilith giggled. “Don’t tell She-Aba that, she’ll think she’s a goddess."

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Sharon Ledwith is the author of the middle-grade/YA time travel series, THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS, available through Mirror World Publishing, and is represented by Walden House (Books & Stuff) for her teen psychic series, MYSTERIOUS TALES FROM FAIRY FALLS. When not writing, researching, or revising, she enjoys reading, exercising, anything arcane, and an occasional dram of scotch. Sharon lives a serene, yet busy life in a southern tourist region of Ontario, Canada, with her hubby, one spoiled yellow Labrador and a moody calico cat.

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