Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Tuesday Tales and Sand...Did Someone Say Beach?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to my new Christmas romance WIP, Snowballs Not Beach Balls.   I present the word prompt, "sand":

"The surf splashed against the rocks, the white caps a sharp contrast to the dark gray water. Muted light filtered through a hazy sky, preparing for the sunrise. Janie Coupler sat on the Hawaiian sand, gripping a mug of steaming coffee. “How did a snow bunny become a beach bum?” She spoke softly against the loudly splashing waves.
Vague memories of days past in freezing temperatures, snowmen, and hot cocoa bombarded her reality, making her homesick for something she never really understood. Leaving the mountains shortly before adolescence, could it really have made that much impact on her happiness? Janie recollected the excitement of her father’s job transfer to Hawaii. Wide-eyed, all she could recall thinking was, we’re moving to Hawaii, in eager childhood fashion. The family packed up, moved, and fifteen years passed by rapidly. Janie barely recalled blinking during that time.
Now twenty-seven, the accomplished women’s surfer spent much more time in deep retrospect than in looking forward. Approaching thirty awakened rooted feelings of what might have been without creating regret- albeit it was a close cousin. “I refuse to become a victim of compunction. I’ve done nothing wrong. And, just look at my backyard.” Janie loudly vocalized gazing once again at the picture perfect tropical display. Off to the side, a few hermit crabs scuttled along the sand, emphasizing the genuine beach setting.  
Winter approached, the best season for surfing many of Hawaii’s famed locations. The comfort of sitting cross-legged on her freshly waxed board centered her during most stressful times. Janie’s heart raced, imagining the feel of her tummy against the board, paddling against the sprays out to the line-up, where she would catch the wave.  
Lately, though, she felt caught inside, not able to get past the breaking surf to find a suitable wave. If she was truly going to take off in her life, just like in the water, the conditions might be choppy, but, Janie was prepared to drop in."  


""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 "sand". 

Saturday, February 23, 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 Sippers in The Locker makes sense, as drinking was a large part of a pirate’s existence. As taken from The Pirates Realm, please see the following descriptions:
  • Arrack - A strong drink made with fermented fruit or palm sap, rice, or molasses.
  • Black Jack - Large drinking cups made of leather that were made stiffer with an application of tar.
  • Bumboo - A drink of the West Indies made with watered rum and flavored with sugar and nutmeg.
  • Grog - The nickname of a British admiral was applied to a mix of water and rum, the rum was a cheap antiseptic and flavor mask for the spoiled water that sailors often encountered while at sea.
  • Hogshead- A large barrel or cask holding 63 to 140 gallons, usually referring to alcohol.
  • Rumfustian - Raw eggs mixed with beer and liquor...NOT the breakfast of pirate champions.
UGH!!  I promise you, the drink recipes I provide will be much more appealing!
Without further ado, the next recipe is delightful in honor of the marriage of strawberry and coconut!
STRAWBERRY COCONUT DAIQUIRI!
2 ½ C chopped fresh or frozen(unthawed) strawberries
3 T sugar
2 T lime juice
3 c ice cubes
¾ c coconut-flavored rum
Blend berries, sugar and lime juice until smooth. Add ice cubes and rum, blend until frothy. Transfer mixture to a pitcher and serve. Garnish with a strawberry. Makes 6 -¾ c servings Calories 112!

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Tuesday Tales and Creepy Spiders

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to my new young adult paranormal SEQUEL WIP, Blue Ink- Jerky.  Joelle and CSI McKinney enjoy a day on the ice rink, until a spider gets in the way.



“Wylder, I haven’t been ice skating in years. What a wonderful idea!” Joelle tightened the laces one last time on her rental skates. “Now, I hope I don’t fall and bust my fanny.”
“You’ll do great, Jo. Hold onto the side rails and take your time. You’ll be slicing across the ice like a pro before you know it.”
Joelle stood on the thin blades, her ankles wobbling with every step across the red carpeted area toward the ice rink. “I think I need to do more yoga, my ankles are so weak. That’s what my office job has done to me all these years.”
“We can do that too.” Wylder squeezed her hand lovingly, tightening his grip to steady her.
“You would go to yoga with me, CSI McKinney?”
“Of course, I go to yoga sometimes. I especially like the Bikram, or hot yoga as you may know it. It’s good for my body.”
“You are a wealth of surprises, I’m continually grateful I met you.” Joelle raised her head to look into CSI Wylder McKinney’s eyes.
“As I you.” Wylder leaned down and kissed Joelle’s forehead.
Stepping tentatively onto the ice, Joelle grasped the handrail, white knuckling her first trip around the rink. Wylder stayed close for the first round, gently supporting her lower back with his hand. “Do you think you can manage on your own for a little while?”
“Certainly, get out there and show me your moves, CSI. Let me see for myself if you can skate the skate as well as you talked your skills up to be.”
Wylder winked toward Joelle before blazing off, gaining speed for a rapid circle of the rink. On the second pass, he finessed backwards, gliding diagonally toward the center of the arena. Pushing off with his toe pick, Wylder executed a successful lutz jump, just feet from Joelle, who began clapping immediately. “You dazzle me, Wylder, truly dazzle me.”
“It’s just a little something I picked up from childhood.”
“No, seriously, that was awesome. You look like a natural out here.”
“I had lessons for several years, participated in some competitions. But, never really wanted to devote the time for more serious meets. For a while, skating was all I did in my waking hours, besides homework. It got old pretty quick.”
“I’d give you a gold medal.” Joelle began shakily slipping across the ice, unassisted by the handrail.
“That’s what matters today.” Wylder replied, still skating backwards to watch Joelle’s progress.
Following a few passes, Joelle’s confidence grew. She watched Wylder perform more jumps, spirals, and sequences. The crowd of people grew slightly, giving Joelle more human obstacles to maneuver. Wylder eased up on the display, avoiding sure collisions. Looking through the people, Joelle spotted him taking a break on the other side of the ice. Skating toward him, she stumbled when her skate edge hit something on the ice. “Somebody must have lost a scarf or glove.” Joelle muttered to herself, before she hit something else, throwing her almost completely off balance. Looking down behind her, a spider sprawled across the ice where she had smashed it, cutting it into with her blade. Long furry brown legs wriggled desperately in the throes of final death, its’ urticating hairs readied to launch into an enemy."

"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 "spider".

Saturday, February 16, 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 Sippers in The Locker makes sense, as drinking was a large part of a pirate’s existence. As taken from The Pirates Realm, please see the following descriptions:
  • Arrack - A strong drink made with fermented fruit or palm sap, rice, or molasses.
  • Black Jack - Large drinking cups made of leather that were made stiffer with an application of tar.
  • Bumboo - A drink of the West Indies made with watered rum and flavored with sugar and nutmeg.
  • Grog - The nickname of a British admiral was applied to a mix of water and rum, the rum was a cheap antiseptic and flavor mask for the spoiled water that sailors often encountered while at sea.
  • Hogshead- A large barrel or cask holding 63 to 140 gallons, usually referring to alcohol.
  • Rumfustian - Raw eggs mixed with beer and liquor...NOT the breakfast of pirate champions.
UGH!!  I promise you, the drink recipes I provide will be much more appealing!
Without further ado, the next recipe is delightful in honor of the recent St Valentine’s Day –  celebrate again this weekend with more sweets!
CHOCOLATE DELIGHT!
1 oz chocolate liqueur
1 oz vodka
½ c nonfat milk
1 ½ oz spiced rum
1 tsp lite chocolate syrup to line the glass
In a shaker with crushed ice, combine chocolate liqueur, vodka, and milk. Shake well. (work those hips in the process) Pour chocolate syrup all around the inside of a clear stemmed glass. Pour shaken mixture into glass. Calories 227!

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Tuesday Tales - an Impressive Gift Photo Prompt

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to my new young adult romance WIP, Eyelashes Freeze in North Dakota-But Not Warm Hearts.  Irene and Cody has some interesting word play.  I present the following picture prompt "gift":



"In a short period of time, Irene deduced her complex word usage was a sad attempt to hide behind her fear of speaking to a handsome man. This strange territory unhinged Irene and created almost as much unpleasantness as excitement in her stomach. However, she forged ahead by keeping her mission in mind.
“Thank you for your kindness, I’m not normally this dull.  I don’t think so, at least. My roommate sticks around during our conversations.”  Irene imagined Cody as an old friend checking in on her new life in Fargo. She invoked images of puppies, kittens, and other benign, yet cuddly, gifts from nature. Possibly, it would ease her nerves as they talked.
“I’m sticking around, Irene. You are the most interesting person I’ve talked to in a while. Even if our conversations resemble a walking game of Scrabble.”
“Are you a student in the health sciences program?” Irene wanted to know how much they academically shared in common.
“Actually, I’m completing my residency training in sports medicine here. It’s pretty cool, I currently serve as the hockey team physician.”
“It was you I saw at the game last night, taking your place on the bench with the team.” Irene mentally patted herself on the back for successfully feigning the feminine art of being coy. She knew all along Cody had been there, she knew she saw him.
“Yes, I was there, I go to every game, one of the perks. I enjoy the intensity of sports action and this puts me right in the middle of it. What about you? What are you studying here at UND?”
“I’m a student in the athletic training program as well, however, not serving my residency, yet. I hope to eventually attend medical school to specialize in sports medicine.”
“Maybe I can help you out with a recommendation, Irene. You know, they like me pretty well around here.” As he rolled his eyes animatedly, it indicated to her he was kidding around about his overinflated status.

"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 picutre prompt "gift". Happy Valentines Day!!

Saturday, February 9, 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 Sippers in The Locker makes sense, as drinking was a large part of a pirate’s existence. As taken from The Pirates Realm, please see the following descriptions:
  • Arrack - A strong drink made with fermented fruit or palm sap, rice, or molasses.
  • Black Jack - Large drinking cups made of leather that were made stiffer with an application of tar.
  • Bumboo - A drink of the West Indies made with watered rum and flavored with sugar and nutmeg.
  • Grog - The nickname of a British admiral was applied to a mix of water and rum, the rum was a cheap antiseptic and flavor mask for the spoiled water that sailors often encountered while at sea.
  • Hogshead- A large barrel or cask holding 63 to 140 gallons, usually referring to alcohol.
  • Rumfustian - Raw eggs mixed with beer and liquor...NOT the breakfast of pirate champions.

UGH!!  I promise you, the drink recipes I provide will be much more appealing!
Without further ado, the next recipe is –
HOT APPLE PIE!
1 oz apple cider
1/8 oz lemon juice
½ oz agave nectar
1 ½ oz spiced rum
1 cinnamon stick
Combine lemon, agave, and cider. Heat ingredients. Pour in rum and grate cinnamon on top. Calories 181!

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Tuesday Tales- Go for Silver!

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to another still yet unnamed romance WIP, to include the word, "silver". Please enjoy!

  
They toured homes during the hot, sticky month of July. Matthew threatened several times to bail on the arduous task of finding the home of their dreams.  However, Emily’s determination to move before the baby’s arrival was unyielding.  By the third weekend in a row, they found themselves in a stalemate.  
“Ok, please, just come with me today, I need you on this one,” Emily begged Matthew. 
“How can you enjoy trudging through stale-smelling homes, most of which have no electricity to even cool them down?”  Matthew replied grumpily.
“Today is the day, I can feel it honey, seriously, then, we won’t have to do this again for a very long time.” Emily widened her green eyes in his direction, and he knew he was a goner.
“Fine,” The effeminate word sounded very masculine coming through his gritted teeth. 
Matthew and Emily viewed the homes with the aid of a real estate agent. However, they insisted in riding separately from her.  Matthew thought the woman wore excessively too much perfume for 100-degree weather and it choked him.
Mid-day on that last day, they pulled up to an oversized cottage on the outskirts of town. “Honey, what do you think?”  She asked Matthew excitedly.
Matthew held little enthusiasm as he replied, “Ahhh, looks like every other one so far, let’s go in and get this over with.” 
They walked through each room and evaluated the artisanship, the decorating, and the layout.  Emily looked out of the windows toward the garden and landscaping that surrounded the home. 
It was hot in the home, with the locked windows. The stagnant air smelled of heated wood and suffocated paint. Sweat poured down each of their faces and the agent excused herself. “I need to go, um, check on some notes about this address.”
“You’re choking on your perfume, aren’t you,” Matthew laughed, speaking after the agent was safely out of earshot.  Out of curiosity, he flipped a switch in the living room and a ceiling fan began to spin.  The silver globe accents spun light reflections across the bare walls.
“What do you know, Emily, electricity!”  Matthew took delight in what most normally take for granted. 
“Oh, honey, how refreshing.” Emily rubbed his arm appreciatively.
He wandered off by himself as Emily continued to evaluate the home.  Then, a curious noise from the master bathroom captured her attention.  Water running from the shower occasionally hit the tub, splat, indicating hitting something at odd, possibly moving, angles.
She walked in to find Matthew stripped naked standing under a cold running shower.  “I think we found our sign honey, the utilities are on, I’m cooling off- let’s buy it!”

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 "light".

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Finless Review! Thank you Gary Henry!

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, happy Superbowl Sunday. Today, I'm the biggest Denver Broncos shirt wearing 49er fan in Texas.

Fellow reviewer, Gary Henry offers a thorough review of my first work, Finless. Please see it here:

Finless Review by Gary Henry 

Now, back to the pre-game show!!

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Saturday, February 2, 2013

Saturday Sippers in The Locker!

Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to a new 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 Sippers in The Locker makes sense, as drinking was a large part of a pirate’s existence. As taken from The Pirates Realm, please see the following descriptions:
  • Arrack - A strong drink made with fermented fruit or palm sap, rice, or molasses.
  • Black Jack - Large drinking cups made of leather that were made stiffer with an application of tar.
  • Bumboo - A drink of the West Indies made with watered rum and flavored with sugar and nutmeg.
  • Grog - The nickname of a British admiral was applied to a mix of water and rum, the rum was a cheap antiseptic and flavor mask for the spoiled water that sailors often encountered while at sea.
  • Hogshead- A large barrel or cask holding 63 to 140 gallons, usually referring to alcohol.
  • Rumfustian - Raw eggs mixed with beer and liquor...NOT the breakfast of pirate champions.

UGH!!  I promise you, the drink recipes I provide will be much more appealing!
Without further ado, the inaugural recipe is – A SALTY CHIHUAHUA! – guaranteed to prevent scurvy!
1 oz tequila
½ oz orange-flavored liqueur
¾ c grapefruit juice
Coarse salt
Grapefruit slice for garnish

Wet the rim of the glass and coat with the salt. Fill glass with ice. Shake together the tequila and liqueur and add mixture to ice. Top with grapefruit juice and stir. Garnish with the grapefruit slice. Calories 188!