Saturday, June 29, 2013

Saturday Sippers in The Locker - Happy July 4th!!

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, sometimes, 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
We’ve almost made it entirely through June, 2013 is whizzing by faster than a bottle rocket. At my house, we are preparing for the big Independence Day celebration. With our family living on a ranch in Oklahoma, we have a large expansive prairie to shoot all the fireworks we want. It’s a big tradition to hayride, bonfire, and launch the pyrotechnics. Along with cold beer, try this sweet alternative, in a patriotic color!  Happy Fourth of July! Happy Birthday USA!
LITE STRAWBERRY DAIQUIRI!
Ingredients
  • ½ cup sliced frozen strawberries
  • 1 Tablespoon lime juice
  • 1 ½ ounces rum
  • Sweetener to taste
  • Strawberry for garnish
Combine ingredients in a blender. Pulse until slushy.  Garnish with strawberry.
125 Calories
Or make it a virgin without rum for everyone in your crowd and it’s only 26 calories!

Saturday, June 22, 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, sometimes, 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
Summer in Texas is only beginning to be hot, so, I’m trying to enjoy the great outdoors as much as possible before the sun drives me inside under the A/C on a regular basis. Poolside today is another refreshing escape. You can also prepare a non-alcoholic version of this by substituting sparkling cider or ginger ale for the sparkling wine.
SUMMER FRUIT PUNCH!
Ingredients
  • 2 Cups diced stone fruit, (apricots, plums, peaches, nectarines)
  • 2 Cups apricot juice
  • 2 Cups sparkling white wine
  • 1 cup club soda
  • peach slice for garnish
Combine diced fruit, apricot juice, sparkling wine, and club soda.  Divide among 4 ice-filled glasses. Garnish with peach slice. 
203 Calories

Monday, June 17, 2013

Tuesday Tales and a little Menage!

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is a picture. I use this beautiful serene setting to kickoff my new WIP erotic romance, Sexy Bea Spelling. Our heroine, Bea, uses a week to lose her inhibitions, but, did she lose her heart as well?



Take a peek at Sexy Bea Spelling-

“Never in a million years would I have thought a ménage a` trois would be on my bucket list.” Bea’s cheeks reddened and she twisted the scarf between her hands.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We all need something wild we can fantasize about into our old age.” Andrew smiled, gently grasping her hands in his, momentarily stopping her nervous fingers.
“It seemed so delicious and sinful all at the same time. Since this resort encourages the release of inhibitions, I felt free.”
“You are free, Bea, you are an adult woman over the age of twenty-one who has needs you’ve denied for far too long. Just because you are satiated doesn’t mean you’ll return to reality and start hitting hook-up sites online.” Andrew raised his eyebrows. “I was rather hoping you’d give me a call sometime.”
Bea stroked his cheek, “Oh, Andrew, it’s been amazing…and yes, you are quite satisfying as a lover, even without your female counterpart. But, I don’t think I could call you when we get back to the city.”
Andrew’s smile rapidly faded, and he stood from the Adirondack chair accommodating him. “I’m good enough for a few thrills on vacation, but, you won’t see me beyond this?”
“Oh, don’t let your ego get in the way of a beautiful farewell. You and I both know to try to start anything beyond this paradise would be pointless. Besides, there is absolutely no way I would continue to see your female friend with benefits on a regular basis. This was a one shot week for me.”
“What if I told you I’d never see Tessa again? She is after all, just a friend, albeit when we have been lonely we shared certain comforts. She doesn’t want anything serious with me either, I promise you that.”

"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 our picture prompt. 

THE COUNTDOWN IS ALMOST OVER! BLUE INK- THE SKIN STALKER THIS WEEK!

Saturday, June 15, 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, sometimes, 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
Today, I’m on the beach in Galveston Texas. The palm trees are blowing, the sand is soft, and the sun is shining- no better day to try this new drink than poolside or surfside.
ISLAND BREEZE PUNCH!
Ingredients
  • 1 ½ ounces passion fruit flavored vodka
  • 1 Tablespoon lime juice
  • 1 Tablespoon lemon juice
  • ¼ teaspoon orange extract
  • 2 Tablespoons sugar-free pineapple syrup*
  • ½ cup club soda
  • Lemon and lime slices for garnish
Mix all ingredients and serve over ice. Garnish with lemon and lime slices.
Using real pineapple juice will raise the calorie content from 103 Calories, but, it tastes better!

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Blue Ink - The Skin Stalker COVER REVEAL!

Hello Fellow Fathomers! I'm very excited to introduce to you the cover for my first paranormal/thriller release- Blue Ink The Skin Stalker.




Joelle unknowingly unlocked a portal to a demon- The Skin Stalker- who wants to vanquish her humanity and create a new demon hybrid with her using her former lover, Colin. Although she tried to forget him, Colin continued to break her heart from a distance, making her vulnerable. The Skin Stalker began brutally murdering Colin's "girlfriends", setting him up as the prime suspect-but does Joelle really care if Colin rotted away in jail?
Using a softball equipment bag and public dumping grounds, The Skin Stalker morbidly disposed of his victims, celebrating the notoriety, and his ability to stump the police.  A unique blue "tattoo" behind Joelle's ear carries the key to her connection to the paranormal realm.  Can an average woman actually conquer a demon?

Set around the backdrop of the beautiful Rocky Mountains and Denver, Colorado, Blue Ink takes you inside the mind of a demon and the woman who must stop him. 
Coming soon....July 2013 

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Tuesday Tales and Twister Fate -

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales word prompt is "shoe". 

Before I introduce my contribution using "shoe", I want to address the recent horrible weather events. Following the devastation from the recent tornadoes, my heart goes out to everyone affected and I loudly applaud all the rescue workers, volunteers, and everyone donating their time and money to put people's lives back together.

My childhood friends lost their home, thankfully, they were not inside when this tornado hit their residence. These storms are no joke and must be taken seriously. Sadly, they lost one of their three dogs and practically everything they own. If you've donated time or money, thank you so very much on their behalf, and so many others in their same circumstance.
Actual scene from Mustang, Oklahoma


This week I return to another installment in a brand new sweet romantic read, Twister Fate. 


 
Twister Fate
Organized chaos surrounded the wide swath of destruction. Errant sprinkles of rain dropped from a clearing sky. Search and rescue teams deployed first to the areas hardest hit, looking for survivors. Sirens blaring and horns honking indicated rescue vehicles carving roads in between dazed onlookers. Each unit deployed to familiar territory, making it easier to look for accustomed faces in the midst of obliterated homes and missing street signs. Billy’s squad took charge of his neighborhood.
Pulling up as close as possible to where his house formerly sat, the remnants of pink insulation, wooden boards, bricks, furniture, siding and the rest of their material lives littered the ground. A random child’s shoe strangely sat on top of the remains of a microwave oven. Billy looked across a barren foundation slab in the direction of their underground shelter. In the backyard, a bent ventilation pipe indicated the exact location of the storm cellar. However, the mounded ground area was completely covered with building remnants of their home.
“I can’t even see the door, there’s too much shit on top of the cellar!” Billy yelled back toward his colleagues, running across wreckage.
His buddy, Don, yelled a warning. “Stop, man, Billy, stop! There’s a downed power line back there. I can’t see where it’s settled under all the mess.” Don pointed toward the dark line draped underneath what looked like a kitchen wall.
Billy stopped momentarily, looking helplessly backed toward his crew. “You’ve got to pull that debris off this storm cellar! Scarlett should be down there.”
“Wait, Billy, that power line is probably live! The electric company is on the way, they’ve got to cut the power off. It’s not safe. You know that line can send voltage out away from itself.”
“Look, she is pregnant, she might be hurt, I gotta get down there. She needs me, man.” He pounded his fist into his chest, emphasizing his words.
“Don’t be careless, we’ve done this many times, you know the drill. If Scarlett is underground, she is probably just fine. But, we can’t get closer until we know that live electricity is shut down.”
Billy stood, gripping the sides of his yellow hard hat, tears streaming down his face. Teetering on his balance, he stepped forward a couple of feet toward his refrigerator, now standing upright in the mud. Reaching his hand forward to steady himself, he did not hear Don yelling, “Don’t touch that!”
When his fingers met the metal refrigerator door, Billy’s body stiffened immediately, the effects of high voltage seizing his every muscle.

 




"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, "shoe". 

Saturday, June 8, 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, sometimes, 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
Headed to Galveston Texas next weekend, but, plan to sit by our pool this weekend in preparation. In honor of our upcoming getaway, let’s try this tropical breezy concoction, combining two of my faves- blueberries and lemons.
TROPICAL BLUEBERRY LEMON BREEZE!
Ingredients
  • 10 Blueberries
  • ¾ ounce light agave nectar
  • 1 ½ ounces gin
  • ¾ ounce lemon juice
  • 1 ounce champagne
  • Blueberries for garnish
In a shaker, muddle blueberries and agave. Add gin and lemon juice. Shake vigorously. Strain into a martini glass and top with champagne. Garnish with blueberries.
205 Calories

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Tuesday Tales and a Twist on Fate

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! I celebrate the first Tuesday Tales in June with a brand new WIP!  This week I take you to an installment in a brand new sweet romantic YA read, Twister Fate.  This week the word prompt is "train":

Prologue
September, 1993

The smell of roasted corn, barbeque, and kettle corn filled the air.  A clear blue sky provided the perfect backdrop for the small county fair in rural Oklahoma. 
The bustle of school children out for the day created a lively atmosphere.  Each class grade manned a booth at the fair to raise money for their senior class trip. A dunk tank sat in a corner area, where the elementary principal awaited on the precarious perch for someone with impeccable aim. Ring toss, darts, and even a kissing booth boasted lines of kids and adults alike.

Scarlett Johnson and Ricky Roberts walked hand in hand checking out the winning exhibits of farm animals.
He was quiet, definitely unusual for such a normally happy junior high kid. Days rarely got better than that one, as the school administration excused classes for students to attend the fair.  She attempted to bring a smile. “Knock knock…”
He hesitated, his hand growing sweaty.  “Uh…who’s there?”
“Banana,” she replied.
“Banana who?”
“Knock knock…”
“Who’s there?” Irritation filling his voice.
“Banana.”
“Banana who?”
“Knock knock…” She started giggling.
“Aww, shucks, I know that dumb joke.” He dropped her hand and wiped his sweaty palm on his jeans.
“But, it’s the last time, please?” She batted her eyelashes, trying valiantly to conjure a smile.
“Who’s there?” He asked sullenly.
“Orange.”
“Orange who?”
“Orange you glad I didn’t say banana again?” She broke into laughter.
“Dang it, Scarlett, that jokes’ as old as we are.”
“What’s in your craw, Ricky Roberts? I swear it’s getting old trying to make you smile. I can go hand out with my friends if you’re gonna be difficult.” Scarlett tossed her head such that her pigtail braids flipped.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I just, I need to tell you something and I don’t know how to say it.”
‘We’ve been best friends since Kindergarten, I figured you’d know how to talk to me by now. Ain’t I your girl?”
“Yea, Scarlett, and that’s what makes it harder.” Ricky looked up with tears bubbling in his eyes.
“Oh, shoot, Ricky, what’s the matter? Did your dog die? You know I love that dog like my own.” Impulsive concern flooded her girlish face. “He’s been sick, but, I thought you said he was getting better.”
“He did, I mean, he is getting better, no he didn’t die. Honestly, it’s worse than that and up until last night, I didn’t think anything could be worse than that.”
“Please tell me, you know you’ve got me so worried now.”
“I’m moving away, Scarlett.” Tears flowed freely now down his boyish adolescent cheeks.
“What? No!” Impulsive tears sprang from her own eyes. “Your farm is here, you’ve been here forever, what do you mean you’re moving away?”
“My momma and daddy, they’re getting a divorce. Momma is taking the train somewhere north, and me and my brother and sisters gotta go with her.”
“Did you tell them you love me, that you can’t leave me?”
“They won’t listen to me, they think what we have is silly puppy love anyhow. They don’t care I’m serious about marrying you.”
“You better come back for me, Ricky Roberts, you better make me that promise right now.” Scarlett slumped into a heap onto some scattered straw outside a horse pen.
“I promise, Scarlett, I cross my heart and hope to die promise. I’ll love you forever.”




"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, "train". 

Saturday, June 1, 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, sometimes, 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
My beautiful, international daughter, Aliena, brought me wonderful elderflower syrup during her most recent visit from Germany. She and her mother make the syrup to add to various drinks. How delighted I was to find the following recipe.
ELDERFLOWER SPARKLERS!
Ingredients
  • 8 T elderflower concentrate or juice
  • 2 cups brut or extra-dry champagne
  • 2 cups club soda
  • Edible flowers or mint sprigs for garnish
Directions
Place one tablespoon of elderflower concentrate in each of 8 champagne glasses. Add ¼ cup champagne to each glass, and then top off with ¼ cup club soda. Garnish with flowers or mint.
54 Calories