Saturday, April 27, 2013

Saturday Sippers in The Locker - pre bday edition

Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new skinny cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J
Soooo, my birthday falls smack dab in between two Saturdays. How lame is my birthday on a Wednesday? Does this mean I get to celebrate both weekends, as the timing is equitable? I say Yes! To properly recognize such a monumental event as a birthday, I present my top ten favorite drinks. Some of these are alcohol free because I can’t be blotto all the time. I drink water daily, trying for at least the recommended 64 ozs, but, I won’t include that on the list, because, it’s a gimme.  
10.  Ocean Water from Sonic
9.  Blackberry tea from Chilis
8.  Green chile beer from Tommyknockers Brewery
7.  Grandma’s Iced Tea
6.  Dirty Martini, extra olives
5.  Gin and Tonic, extra lime
4.  Coconut Latte from Starbucks, Venti, extra coconut
3.  Beer margaritas
2.  R.C. Cola
1.  (real) Cherry and Lime Dr. Pepper from Sonic or Braums

4 bottles Miller Chill beer
1 can frozen limeaid
¾ can of tequila (using the limeaid can)

Mix all ingredients well and pour into a red Solo cup at the campground. Prepare for a quick good time. Chase with ibuprofen and Sudafed.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Are You Bloodthirsty? Welcome Tamara Monteau to The Locker

Hello Fellow Fathomers! Today's special guest is fellow SCP author, Tamara Monteau. To celebrate her new release, she is taking over the Locker and giving YOU the chance to win....take a peek

Thank you for having me on your blog today. I’m excited to announce the release of my fifth novel in the Haven’s Realm series – Secrets & Promises!
To celebrate this event, I’m giving away two e-copies of this latest release. I will select a winner via drawing from among the comments to this post. Because this is a special event, I have sister posts on other blog sites. Each one contains different information, so you’ll want to visit them all! Their links are listed below. Comment on them as well to increase your chances to win!

Secrets & Promises – Haven’s Realm 5
Vincent is the primary focus of this story, which reveals the very Heart of the Community. He is not, however, the only who has a secret promise to fulfill. Among the Council of Elders sits Rudolph “Rudy” Graumann, a vampire from Lower Germania with the physical age of fifty-six, who, thirty years ago, made a promise to a young mortal named Lindsey. Just as the Council sits with King Jason to deliberate the fate of Vincent and their hunter, Chari, Rudy receives the summons he’d been waiting for.
Excused from his duties in the Reckoning, Rudy flies to Lindsey’s side, but they’re not fated to return at once to the security of Haven. The Savant, a vampire clan involved in the abduction of Ronan’s bride in Dragon Lord, captures Rudy and his chosen mate. While they are held hostage within Blackhawk, the Savant headquarters, they make a startling discovery.
In the following excerpt, Lindsey anxiously awaits the return of the older man she fell in love with so many years ago. She has just swallowed the potion Rudy left for her, a magic elixir he had prepared to form a blood bond between them.
A lightning bolt could not have rocked her more profoundly. The potion absorbed into her bloodstream in less than a second. An elemental shift in the core of her being left her with a complete lack of equilibrium. She dropped backward into the waiting chair, her head spinning out of control. The vial slipped from her fingers and shattered on the linoleum, making her want to laugh at the horror movie cliché. Should she grasp her throat and gag? No, that would be too dramatic.
Warmth filled her in the aftermath of the shock. Calm followed. Then, without acknowledgment, Rudy accepted the bond. She sensed him grasping and securing the newborn connection. His accompanying joy exacerbated her doubts at her own suitability. The small, pessimistic pest inside her mind repeated, Will he still want me?
She paced her home in those early hours before dawn with growing unease. Something seemed off, like the sensation one feels in the atmosphere before a violent outburst from Mother Nature—the foreboding calm before a deadly storm. Danger loomed. She didn’t understand how or why she knew, but was almost certain Rudy knew too.
An hour short of dawn, she put on her heavy coat and walked her property, hoping to find some trace, some reason for her rising anxiety. Ahead of her, sitting in the tan sedan at the end of her long driveway, was the guard she’d been warned about. She wondered if he was using binoculars. Just how closely was she being watched?
Closer than you think.
She blinked. For a flash, an instant, she thought she sensed a presence, a creature of intense power and malice, but the sensation was gone as quickly, leaving her doubting the reality. As the darkness of night faded and morning twilight crept across her lawn, the looming danger eased. She clutched her coat closer and wiped the tear dripping down her cheek. Rudy wouldn’t arrive in time. She turned for the warmth of her soon-to-be non-home.
Do not react. You are observed.
She startled. Her breath caught in her throat, but she accepted the warning and kept from raising her head. She reached along their newborn mental connection. Rudy?
I’m here, geliebte. The sun rises. Can you shelter me?
I think so, but…
Go quietly inside. Turn off all the lights.
Lindsey shivered and tugged her collar closer to hide the nervous nod she gave him before turning for her front porch. After closing the door, she tossed her coat at the rack, not caring if it caught, and flew into motion. She assured herself that every door and window was locked except for the backdoor to the kitchen, turned off everything in sight, and closed all the draperies. Then she waited in the living room, staring at the darkness, waiting for a sign of him. Her heart skipped on its programmed beat the moment his silhouette appeared against the pale light growing in the kitchen. A deep shaft of pain drove through her chest, cramping her stomach. She drew her hands to her breast and pressed against the growing pressure.
“Hello, Lindsey.”
Oh, the softness in his voice, the memories it stirred. She wanted to laugh. She needed to cry. She released her breath in a quick rush and retrieved it in a vain attempt to quell the anxiety. “Rudy.” Her voice was a whisper and carried her doubts. “It’s been a long time.”
“Yes, and we’ve precious little at the moment. The sun rises.”
She nodded. “There are no windows in the cellar. I-I could bring you a pillow and…?”
“Your care for my comfort is touching, but unnecessary. Please do not concern yourself.”
She nodded again and drew a shaky breath. “The entrance is off the kitchen, at the head of the rear hallway.”
She grew more uncertain. This first meeting was awkward and her rising anxiety was painful. He broke the tension between them by stepping forward, his hand lifting to caress her face. She turned away with a quiet sob.
“Do you fear me now, Lindsey?”
The sorrow in his voice weighed on the back of her neck like an anvil. A storm was brewing in her chest, causing erratic hitches in her breathing. “The years haven’t been kind. I’m not the woman you knew.”
“No.” He put his hands on her shoulders and urged her to return. With the cool tip of one finger under her chin, he lifted her face upward. Her heart lurched at the gentle kindness glowing in his eyes. “The young woman you were all those years ago no longer exists. You were then a promising rosebud, inexperienced and fresh. Now…” He traced her lips with his thumb, shooting an unexpected thrill through her body to her core. “Now you are a woman in the fullness of her maturity, one who has given life and love. Do not doubt what I find before me pleases my eyes,” a soft smile lifted his lips, “and my heart.”
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Saturday, April 20, 2013

Saturday Sippers in The Locker

Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new skinny cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J
Rosemary…one of the most pungent, popular herbs. I have two wonderful bushes of rosemary growing just outside my front door. I love the smell after a fresh rain or the wind blows, releasing the aroma throughout the air. This drink sounded absolutely delightful, (even without the alcohol) combining several of my favorite items.
3 large cucumbers
1 T chopped fresh rosemary, plus 4 sprigs for garnish
1 c water
½ c lemon juice
3 T agave syrup
Cucumber slices for garnish

Cut 12 thin slices of cucumber for garnish. Peel and chop remaining cucumber. Puree rosemary and chopped cucumber. Pour the puree through a fine mesh strainer. Add water, lemon juice, and agave syrup to the cucumber juice. Pour into 4 ice-filled glasses. Garnish with cucumber slices and rosemary sprigs. Serves 4. Calories 71!

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Tuesday Tales chocolate and a hot campfire....did someone say Paranormal?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday! It's time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week we have a delicious word prompt- "chocolate".  Today we visit a campfire from Finding Love and Bigfoot, the second in the Critter Getter series.  

“What do you have there, Mr. Caleb?” Leandra laughed, attempting to get a better look at what Caleb held in his fingers.

“Something I hope you sweet tooth connoisseurs haven’t seen yet.” Caleb held up a bag containing fluffy white blobs.

“Okay, dude, we’ve had marshmallows before.” Kalista slightly dipped her head and raised one eyebrow. The campfire light danced across her warm features.

Caleb opened the bag and retrieved a white cylindrical treat almost the size of a tennis ball from the package. “But, have you ever seen them this size?”

“Whoa, that’s amazing!” Leandra rushed forward, one hand outstretched.

“Candy makes it all better, just like when we were kids.” Owen laughed, stirring his own cup of hot chocolate with a small straw. “I don’t think Bigfoot eats candy, our campsite provisions have never been raided.”

“Ugh, I wish you hadn’t said the “B” word, I was just starting to relax.” Kalista shuddered again, her grin fading.

“You gotta work on your girl skills, Owen. Does your girlfriend say “fine” and “okay” a lot?” Leandra questioned him, dropping the large fluffy confection into her cup. Laughing, she moved next to Kalista. “This is awesomeness! It takes up the entire space.” Leandra held her cup toward Kalista, slightly tipping it her direction.

“Attack of the giant marshmallow, classic.” Kalista giggled, getting her own from the bag Caleb still held. She dunked the softness into the creamy chocolate foam, took a small nibble, then dropped it gently into her cup. It bobbed briefly before settling full into the opening. “I can’t even see the liquid!”

“This is the way to enjoy a campfire.” Owen propped his feet up on a utility bucket.

“The others think we are staying up too late.” Leandra jerked her head toward the guest tents. “But, I don’t know how they are sleeping. I’m still too freaked out.”

“They’ve been out here before, and been camping more than once. They probably enjoyed our little scare more than dreaded it.” Caleb threaded a big fat marshmallow on a roasting stick. “We need to follow suit pretty soon, we have an early day ahead of us.”

“I finally don’t feel those weird eyes boring into my back and can enjoy this. I completely understand why people consider camping a nice getaway.” Kalista watched the marshmallow bubble, sizzle from the flames, and then inflate from the heat. “Watching the flames is mesmerizing.”

“It’s like one of those Christmas DVDs with the music set to a fireplace scene. I could watch those for hours and hours.” Leandra offered, monotone from her quasi-hypnosis.

“Tomorrow will be better in the daylight.  You’ll feel more secure. We will go check our cameras and investigate that area where we heard the branch break. Let’s finish our cocoa and get some shut eye.”

My debut in Sweet Romance happens this week! I'm writing as Allee Mae, and you can read the first book in the Critter Getter series! I present Finding Love Under a Rock....

Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on the word prompt "chocolate". 

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Saturday Sippers in The Locker

Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new skinny cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J
Saturday the 13th, it doesn’t have the same ring does it? The following cocktail is far from scary and has zero superstition behind it. HOWEVER, the pomegranate does have a special caveat—regarded by some as an aphrodisiac. The website Eat Something Sexy discusses this:
“the aphrodisiac power of
A prominent player in aphrodisiac lore, pomegranate was regaled as a culinary symbol of Aphrodite by the ancient Greeks. Some say the forbidden fruit of the Bible was not apple at all, but a pomegranate fruit. In other Western lore, the mythological unicorn was tied to a pomegranate tree. Since the early days of the written word, the promise of the pomegranate has made a lasting impression as a sensual symbol, appearing in poetic works of great authors from Homer to Shakespeare
Hmmm, makes that little red fruit more interesting, doesn’t it? I know I load my husband up on pomegranate juice as often as possible. I figure, it’s good for him anyway. J
½ medium orange, cut into wedges
Sugar for glass rims
1 ½ c vodka or gin
1/3 c pomegranate syrup
3 T dry vermouth
Ice cubes
Strawberries for garnish

Rub orange wedges around rims of 8 martini glasses. Invert glasses into a dish of sugar to coat rims, set aside. Place ice cubes in shaker, adding the vodka, syrup, and vermouth. Shake well, rotating your hips seductively. Strain into glasses and garnish with strawberry. Add some pom seeds to the martini for fun, but, warn your guests. Serves 8. Calories 146!

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Tuesday Tales takes you to Blue Ink - Embryo

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday! It's time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week we had a choice of two word prompts "camera" or "noisy . I chose "camera". Now, please meet this new installment in the Blue Ink series of demon stories. This creepy WIP, Blue Ink - Embryo, begins now with these 366 words.  

“Do you have the web cam connected to your computer?”
“I think so. This technology confuses me. How come I need to use this web cam instead of taking pictures with my camera and just email the images to you?”
“Because, darling, I want to see you in real time. Don’t you want to please me?”
“Of course I do! It’s just that…well…I really want to see you in person. We’ve been talking for weeks now.”
“I told you, dearest, work has me on the road traveling so much, I haven’t had time. I’m working so much now to give me a long break soon. You know who I’ll be spending this long break with, don’t you?”
“Of course, kitten, just you. Now, do you want to spend all this time bantering and arguing, or can I finally see you?”
Onto his wide computer screen, live feed reflected the image of a beautiful auburn haired woman scantily clad in a white camisole and matching boy shorts. “Hello? Are you there?” She toyed with one strand of hair, hanging demurely across her cheek.
“Yes, lovely, you’re wearing the undergarments I sent you. Exquisite.”
She twirled back and forth on her swivel chair, smiling into the small round lens. “I love it, and it fits me perfectly. I’ll wear it as often as I can.”
“I want to see your smooth stomach, pull the edge of your shirt up so I can see that cute belly button.”
She shifted, leaning on the seat with one knee bent and moved the other leg standing to support her frame. Slowly, she moved the fabric of the camisole up to expose the creamy skin of her abdomen. “Most guys want flashes of other body parts.”
“I’m not some perverted sex junkie. I want to visualize you carrying my child, isn’t that much more loving?”
“You have already imagined me as mother to your children?” Her eyes brightened, and she bit her lower lip.
“Yes, love, I have…and you will be splendid.” His body shuddered- the scales covering his exterior flexed and shimmied. Saliva dripped from his curling, wicked smile, sizzling when it hit the floor beneath him.
 "Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on the word prompt "camera" or "noisy". 

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Saturday Sippers in The Locker

Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new skinny cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J
I’m loving the spring. It always makes me want to chill outside on the patio, or soak in the sun. I’ve got a refreshing drink for this early spring 2013
Slender Sour-Apple Martini!
1 ¼ oz apple vodka
¾ oz sour apple liqueur
½ oz apple juice
Apple slices for garnish

Mix ingredients in a shaker with ice. Strain into chilled martini glass.  Garnish with apple slice. Calories 160!

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Welcome Lindsey Edwards to The Locker!

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and Happy April! 2013 is whizzing by faster than I can keep up, I'm not sure how well I like this...
Today in The Locker, I have the beautiful and talented Lindsey Edwards! She graciously agreed to an interview with me to discuss a bit about herself and her newest release, Heart's Desire, now available from Secret Cravings Publishing. So, sit back, grab a beverage and get ready to meet Lindsey.

What inspired you to write Heart's Desire?
You know, that's a tough question because there wasn't a dream or a burst of brilliance in the shower like how many of my other stories are born. There was just the thought of how a man and wife would deal with premature labor and the loss of a child in the medieval ages when causes and cures were unknown. When that thought popped into my head, I knew I had a story and it was one I had to write. Even though I have not personally dealt with such losses, the tale seemed wrenched from me and I felt keenly the pain and confusion of both my characters. Thus how Heart's Desire came to be.
What do you surround yourself with in your work area in order to help your concentrate?
For starters, I like to surround myself with quiet, or at least close to it with soft classical music playing in the background. I set a mood with lights and candles. I also collect Georgian and regency*esque bric-a-brac. Of course, my writing office wouldn't be complete without several bookshelves full of both fiction and research books as well as my reading nook. <3
What are you working on now?

I have several stories in the works, but the one at the forefront is a steamy, paranormal historical romance.
If you could meet any fictional character, who would you meet and why?
That's a no brainer. Mr. Darcy. *rawr*

Blurb for Heart's Desire:
During the three years Gareth Havelock was away in France fighting the crusade, his only thought was of the bride he left behind. When the turrets of Waverly appear from the mists, heralding his homecoming, he no longer has to live with only the memories of her. But when her warm welcome suddenly turns cold, Gareth can't help but jump to conclusions.

Katherine Havelock can hardly believe her eyes when her husband returns home after all this time away at war, but love and loss threaten the happiness she feels. Can she find a way to tell him the truth of what happened in his absence? And is their love strong enough to endure it?
Lindsey's recent release
Excerpt from Heart's Desire:
Rising to her feet, Katherine poured the water the fire had warmed into the basin at her husband's side. She dipped her cloth in the water, then gently cleansed the nasty gash atop his thigh. It appeared as if he had worked with it himself, but the injury was a far cry from healed. With the blood rinsed away, she set to the binding of it.
“You have been quiet,” Gareth said softly. Reaching out, he cupped his hand around hers, bringing it to his mouth.
The feather-light kiss did dangerous things to her, causing her to yearn for that which could not be.
“Pray tell why that is,” he beseeched.
Katherine looked up, finding herself ensnared by the heat of Gareth’s slate green eyes. Her breath hitched, and quickly she looked away, afraid of what would become of her strength of will if she fell prey to his hypnotic depths.
Gareth’s hand enveloped hers, so much larger than her own. The heat of his breath fanned the back of her hand as he brushed his lips across her skin, awakening a flush of color that rushed across her entire body, warming her to distracting heights.
“I—” Katherine stammered, not entirely sure what he’d even just asked. She was too mesmerized by the way her husband’s mouth moved over her skin.
Lowering their joined hands, he pressed her palm against his chest, where she felt the steady beat of his heart.
He took the wet cloth from her other hand, dropping it back in the basin before taking that hand and joining it with the other.
Nerves fluttered in her chest like butterfly wings. She glanced down at his injury, grasping for excuses. “I fear you need a salve. I will call for a physician,” she said.
“Are you anxious, love?” he asked. “I admit, it has been awhile, and in all that time, you have been the one thought keeping me going. You have haunted my every dream. Now that I am returned, here before you, I find my imagination is lacking.”
Katherine’s lashes fell over her cheeks, a rush of crimson burning her face. “No. 'Tis not nerves,” she replied softly, her eyes still averted. “I have missed you overmuch.”
Gareth gently brushed the hair back from her forehead, then his touch dropped to trace the line of her jaw with one finger. Running the pad of his thumb across the curve of her lower lip, he stared, transfixed at her mouth.
“And I you,” he murmured. “I’ve missed the sound of your voice, the touch of your hand, the taste of you…”
The sweet pull of desire lulled her, reminded her of all they once had, while veiling all they could not.
The pallet moved beneath her as Gareth shifted, throwing her off balance enough to slide into his embrace. He was all heat and hard lines, giving her a sense of protection she’d missed so dearly. With the palms of his hands, he made languid, swirling strokes up and down her back. For a moment she abandoned herself to the whirl of sensations the gentle motion created, closing her eyes to fully enjoy the sensation of Gareth touching her, holding her, saying such intimate things. She’d waited so long for this.
“You are a vision Katherine Havelock.” His voice turned to a raspy burr. Everything about him in that moment seemed to change.
Katherine’s lashes fluttered up, and she was immediately aware of what that change was. Her back stiffened, but he tightened his hold. She knew all too well where this was headed, and what he wanted of her. But she wasn’t ready—they weren’t ready.
She lay her hands against his chest—a gesture meant to stop him—and felt the way his muscles rippled under her touch.
“We can’t—”
“My dear wife, you did an exceptional job of wrapping my wound,” he replied, voice deep and sinfully rich. “So if that be your only worry, you need not concern yourself.”
He leaned toward her, and she felt the breath of his kiss against her lips.
“It’s not that,” she argued on a sigh. “We—”
But then his lips were against hers, firm and persuasive, and just like that, the last of her resolve was shattered.

About  the Author:
Lindsey Edwards has been penning stories since a very young age. She can't remember a time when she wasn't working through the stories in her head. Whether they've appeared to her in dreams, or appeared like an epiphany, she's been hard at work telling the stories of these characters who have long came to her to see their stories told. In fact, when Lindsey was thirteen, she self published a YA novel. Since then, she's moved on to romance and hasn't looked back. Ask her and she'll tell you, romance is home.
Lindsey Edwards lives with her husband and son. She is a full-time mother and
author. An avid reader and collector of words, she can often be found in sweats with some kind
of caffeinated beverage in hand.

Where you can find Lindsey:

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Would you like your copy of Heart's Desire signed? Lindsey is on Authorgraph!

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Other books avail by the author: Twice Tempted (contemporary romance)

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Tuesday Tales - Finding Love on a Billboard

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and after a hiatus, I'm back! It's time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to a new installment in my YA series WIP, Finding Love on a Billboard.   I present the word prompt, "funny":

“Good grief, this drive is taking forever.” Chrisee Jenkins rubbed one sleepy eye while keeping the other glued to the asphalt in front of her. The expansive Oklahoma farmland stopped holding her attention about two hours after she entered the Sooner State. “I think it’s a resident requirement to own at least one cow.” She briefly turned her head to review yet another herd of cattle munching lazily on the fresh spring grass. “I could certainly make a living here.”
Just as she finished the final drink of her iced coffee, her cell phone rang with a machine manufactured zippy ring tone. “Hey you! Perfect timing, I’m about to fall asleep.”
“Is the drive that painful?” Through the cell phone waves, Chrisee’s best friend, Rose Harper, sympathetically questioned. “I should have went with you, at least then it wouldn’t have been as boring.”
“Nah, Rosie, you have your own responsibilities of your job to take care of. If you can just keep me company on the phone occasionally, I’ll be alright.”
“How much further do you have to go before you get to Hot Springs?”
“Still several hours, but, that’s okay, I’m nervous about this presentation. I still keep running my spiel through my mind over and over again.”
“You’ll be fabulous, Chrisee! You know veterinary medicine from the north to the south end of any critter.”
“Yes, but, hiring an equine chiropractor is very new business for these race tracks. Sometimes, I’m met with snickers and full out guffaws when offering them chiropractic services for their horses.”
“You have a thick skin, girl.”
“Yea, I try…” Chrisee trailed off in her response looking at an approaching sign. “What the heck?”  Plastered across a billboard in the middle of nowhere pastureland, a young man’s wide grin greeted her. Posed with both thumbs up in a goofy manner, his broad, crooked smile immediately brought on a fit of giggles. She sped by the sign before reading the caption below his seemingly oversized head. “Hey, Rose, I just saw the most bizarre billboard. I’m gonna turn around and check it out. I’ll call you back, okay?”
“Sure, but, take a picture of it and text it to me, if it’s funny enough to make you turn around, I gotta see it too.”
 "Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on the word prompt "funny".