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Friday, March 29, 2013

Friday Recipe: Monkey Bread

My grandmom is a big Monkey Bread maker. We all get some around Easter, and sometimes during other holidays/special events just cause. I have to admit, once upon a time I was the skeptic. But you have to try it once you do, there's no turning back! And while I've never tried actually making this bread, I can highly recommend the outcome.

Total Time: 55 min
Prep:10 min
Inactive: 10 min
Cook: 35 min
Yield: 10 servings
Level: Easy


1 stick butter melted, plus 1/4 cup melted butter, plus more for pan
1 cup grated Parmesan, plus more for sprinkling
2 teaspoons dried Italian seasoning
2 packages biscuits


Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly butter a 12-cup Bundt pan; set aside.

In a small bowl, combine cheese and Italian seasoning.

Roll each individual biscuit into a ball. Dip each piece in the 1 stick of melted butter, then coat with the cheese mixture. Place dough into prepared pan; overlapping will occur. Bake bread, 30 to 35 minutes. Cover with aluminum foil during the last 10 minutes of baking to prevent excess browning, if needed.

Let cool in pan, 10 minutes; invert bread onto a serving plate. Drizzle remaining 1/4 cup melted butter on top and sprinkle with grated Parmesan.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

#BookBlast Death, Lust, and Vampires

The Phallus of Osiris by Valentina Cilescu

Death and Lust and Vampires!
The Master is a sex vampire. His aim: to dominate through the glories of the flesh. His minions are beautiful and lascivious and their eager bodies and warped minds are bent to his evil purpose. The lost Phallus of Osiris is the greatest erotic talisman known to man and the Master will not rest until he has it in his possession. Just one woman can help him fulfill his dark ambitions - the one person who still resists him. Mara, the white witch. Great though the Master's power is - in Mara, and The Phallus of Osiris, he may have met his match.

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It was dark in the room. Dark and strangely airless. But Mara felt no fear. She stretched out her hand and touched her unseen lover's hand. Although she could not see him, she knew he was standing by the side of the bed; that he was naked, and ready for her . . .

'Come to me . . .' breathed Mara. And her fingers moved from her lover's hand to explore his body - running down his flank, his thigh; searching eagerly for the warm weight of his testicles; seeking out his most sensitive and intimate places to tease and excite his flesh; and bring him to her.

She heard his breathing: hoarse and quickening now. And seconds later, she felt him sit down on the bed beside her, felt the soft coverings yield to his weight as he lay down by her side and pressed his hot nakedness up against her willing flesh.

He was by her side now, stroking her with knowing fingers that seemed to read her mind, divine her every dream and wish. His fingers slid down her body, as though taking the measure of her, mapping out the fullest extent of the bounty offered to them. They fluttered like butterfly wings, up from the firm roundness of her hips to the taut flesh of her tiny waist, and then up still further; until at last they found the swelling amplitude of her magnificent breasts, caressing their firmness appreciatively.

He was kneeling beside her: leaning over her, the better to toy with her. Mara gasped with pleasure as invisible hands cupped her breasts and kneaded their warm and yielding flesh. Skilled fingers searched out the budding hardness of her nipples and pinched them between finger and thumb, just hard enough to provoke an irresistible blend of pain and pleasure.

'Take me!' gasped Mara, reaching up and touching the hands which were so knowingly exploring her body. They were strong hands, hands she felt she knew well; hands that were strong and sinewy and capable of great violence – and yet gentle enough to tease, torment, arouse.

Strong, sinewy wrists and forearms . . . She could reach no further; so she stretched out her hand to the side, and felt for the body of her unseen lover. Her hand made contact with his thigh, muscular and covered with thick, coarse hair. She slid her hand upwards, upwards, letting her fingers glide softly over the hairs; and she felt her lover tremble at the exquisite torment of her touch. Bolder now, she let her hand move higher still, and shivered with delight as her fingers brushed against her lover's testicles.

They were heavy, vital, pulsating with a raw energy that communicated itself to her as she stroked their velvety pouch, weighing them in her palm. Then she let her fingers stray still further, and felt them slide deliriously along the smooth length of a hard and throbbing shaft that she knew yearned to bury itself in her.
And as she stroked it, she felt herself grow hotter and wetter, her juices welling up as though from some secret spring deep within her. It was as though she was melting from the inside outwards, as butter might melt in anticipation of the hot knife that would soon plough into its soft and willing depths . . .

The room was filled now with the fragrance of sex; the sweet, heady aroma of a cunt well greased, of a prick whose tip glistens with the first drops of semen, the first promise of the torrents to come. Mara slid her hand along her lover's shaft and ran her fingertips gently over its tip: it was already slippery with love-juice and she shivered again with the delicious anticipation of its entry into her most intimate places.

Other Modern Erotic Classics available:
The Houdini Girl by Martyn Bedford
Lie to Me by Tamara Faith Berger
The Phallus of Osiris by Valentina Cilescu
Kiss of Death by Valentina Cilescu
The Flesh Constrained by Cleo Cordell
The Flesh Endures by Cleo Cordell
Hogg by Samuel R. Delany
The Tides of Lust by Samuel R. Delany
Sad Sister by Florence Dugas
The Ties That Bind by Vanessa Duriés
Dark Ride by Kent Harrington
3 by Julie Hilden
Neptune & Surf by Marilyn Jaye Lewis
Violent Silence by Paul Mayersberg
Homme Fatale by Paul Mayersberg
The Agency by David Meltzer
Burn by Michael Perkins
Dark Matter by Michael Perkins
Evil Companions by Michael Perkins
Beautiful Losers by Remittance Girl
Meeting the Master by Elissa Wald

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

#BookBlast Soul Sucker by Kate Pearce

About Kate:
Award winning author, Kate Pearce was born into a large family of girls in England, and spent much of her childhood living very happily in a dream world. Despite being told that she really needed to 'get with the program', she graduated from the University College of Wales with an honors degree in history.

A move to the USA finally allowed her to fulfill her dreams and sit down and write her first romance novel. Kate is published by Signet Eclipse, Kensington Aphrodisia, Ellora's Cave, Carina Press, Cleis Press and Virgin Black Lace/Cheek.
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Kate will be awarding a $25 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift cards, winner's choice, to two randomly drawn commenters during the tour.


Supernatural Branch of Law Enforcement empath Ella Walsh sucks memories from people's heads. The job fills her mind with others' nightmares and leaves her with little time for love, but if she doesn't pair off with a mate of the government's choosing soon, the psychic blowback will destroy her powers and her sanity.

The last time shapeshifting SBLE superstar Vadim Morosov worked with an empath, he got her killed and himself assigned to a desk. He worries about taking on another partner, but helping Ella track down an empath killer might be his only chance to save his career.

Naturally, the government decides to throw them together.

They resist at first, but they can't deny the simmering heat between them. As the killer's strikes grow closer to home, their bond gets tighter. And when the murderer finally traps Ella, her developing link with Vadim might be the only thing that can save her.


“Look, can you bear to go through what happened one more time for me?”

His faint color fled. “Do I have to?”

“It would help me pinpoint exactly where I have to go to find this...anomaly.”

“Sunflower, you mean.”

“Well, it uses the flower as camouflage. It’s skilled at hiding in anything.”

He held her gaze. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“I sure am. Now would you mind closing your eyes while you tell me what happened? It will help you visualize the scene.”

It would also help Ella identify exactly what had attacked him and then erase it from his memory. One of her class tutors had likened using empath power on the human mind to erasing a song from a cassette tape or an image from a VCR and, even though it was old school, she kind of liked that idea. It was also why she always told the victim the truth about what they’d seen before she erased the memories. It seemed to help them recover more quickly without leaving a lingering suspicion that they were going nuts.

Mr. Knight sighed and closed his eyes. She closed hers too and concentrated on extracting the images from his head.

“Okay, I was taking a shortcut through the park near the Japanese Tea Gardens when I thought I heard someone call my name. I had my ear buds in, so I took them out and looked around.” He swallowed convulsively. “I walked toward one of the flowerbeds and something tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and there was this weird face staring out at me from the center of this huge sunflower.”

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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Victorian Paris: The Seine

My Victorian Menage stories are set in 1889 Paris during the Parisian World's Fair. The fair bordered the Seine River, an historic and still important waterway in Paris. In a scene from Seduction of My Proper Wife, the trio take a boat ride down the Seine.

Paris and the Seine, perfect together.
  • Joan of Arc's ashes were scattered in the Seine.
  • Napoleon wanted his ashes to be scattered over the water as well.
  • The 1900 Summer Olympic games rowing, swimming, and water polo were held in the Seine
  • The Seine was an original objective of Operation Overlord in 1944
  • In 1991 UNESCO added the banks of the Seine in Paris to its list of World Heritage Sites in Europe
Seduction of My Proper Wife:

His hands itched to grab her and pull her to him, but he settled for offering a wicked smile instead. “We have plenty of time to be naughty, my love. And I want to feel you clench around me as Aria screams your name.”
Lillian’s breath caught but before she could do more than whimper her acquiescence of that, Aria returned. Dressed much as Lillian was in a crisp walking gown, she looked just as striking in Western clothing as she did in the sheer skirts when she danced.
Paying Madame Dupré the deposit she required, Philip whisked them both out of the small shop and onto the Parisian street.
They ate at a small outdoor bistro, the three of them enjoying conversation as well as the succulent food. They walked along the Seine before deciding to hire a boat to enjoy the crisp, clear day.
The boat master seemed to ignore the three of them as they chatted at one end. Lillian ran her hand over his cock, teasing him. Already hard, uncomfortably so, Philip caught her hand and brought the gloved back of it to his lips. But her eyes were heavy with her own arousal and her tongue peeked from between her moist lips to tease him further.
Unable to stop the impulse, Philip kissed her, a hard quick kiss that did nothing to alleviate this need for her and everything to arouse him further. Breaking the kiss, he looked to Aria. Her breath came short, and her fingertips rubbed her full lower lip.
Philip didn’t care if they were in public; he didn’t care who could see them or what danger that involved. He wanted to watch his women kiss each other and know anyone could see them.
He hadn’t taken himself for a voyeur, but then he supposed he wasn’t the one engaging in public sex. Pulling Lillian closer, never taking his eyes from Aria, he whispered his desire to his wife.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed, eyes shooting from Philip’s to Aria’s.