Wednesday, December 4, 2013

White Turkey Chili

Looking for ideas to use that leftover turkey? White Chili has become a post-Thanksgiving tradition in my household.

1/2 red pepper, diced
1/2 yellow pepper, diced
1 small onion, diced
2 carrots, diced
2 stalks of celery, diced
3 cloves of garlic
1 - 2 jalapenos, minced (optional, if you don't want it spicy)
1 tablespoon of veggie oil
2 lbs leftover turkey, shredded
10 cups chicken broth
1 can garbanzo beans
1 can pinto beans
1 can cannellini beans
1 can great Northern beans
2 tablespoons cumin
1 teaspoon thyme
1 teaspoon oregano
Salt and pepper to taste

Garnish:
1 bunch of cilantro, minced
Fat free sour cream or plain yogurt
Crispy tortilla strips

1. Sautee veggies until onions are translucent, add turkey and cook for a minute. Deglaze pan with chicken broth
2. Add beans and spices. Simmer until thickened.
3. Garnish with cilantro, sour cream and tortilla strips

Easy peasy! Those turkey leftovers will disappear! Enjoy :)

Cheers,
Cindy
Fiction for the bad girl in every woman
http://cindyjacks.com

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Alanea Alder




alaneaalder@yahoo.com

KINDRED OF ARKADIA 4: FATED FORGIVENESS

 Liam was devastated when he learned that the little cat Sebastian which he has known for months is his mate and has been hiding the truth from him since they met. He has to overcome the pain of his past before he can accept a future with his kitten. But will Sebastian forgive him for ignoring him when the truth finally came out?
Sebastian has lost hope that Liam will ever forgive him. He knows what he did was wrong, and that he wounded his mate deeply. Will he be able to find a way to get Liam to see that he really does need him and earn his forgiveness?
Kent has been walking through life as a spectator. He finds himself mediating between his two hurt mates. Will their history together leave him feeling like a third wheel or will the heat between his two men burn him alive?
Will they be able to come together as a united front before the attempts from an old enemy destroys them?


Story Excerpt
“Good morning my luscious ladies, and how is my baby boy doing today?” he asked making kissing noises at Rebecca’s stomach, sounding like his normal self. Rebecca beamed up at Liam obviously relieved at his familiar laid back persona.
“Aleks said the next time you referred to his son as your boy he was going to choke the life out of you.” Rebecca looked around, snatched up Kate’s coffee cup and took a healthy swig.
“I saw that! No more caffeine for you Rebecca Arkadion, doctor’s orders,” Connor yelled across the diner. Rebecca winced and set the cup down grumbling about stupid doctors and what do they know.
Sebastian removed his hand from Liam’s hazarding a wink at Liam before sucking up all the soda in his cup. Under the table he popped off the lid, then he reached across the table grabbing Kate’s mug. When Connor’s back was turned he carefully poured Kate’s coffee into his soda cup and put the lid back on. He handed it to Rebecca who started bouncing excitedly in her seat. She accepted the cup and held it in front of her.
“Sebastian you are the bestest!” She was about to take a sip when a large hand swooped in and grabbed the cup.
“And no soda either. That has caffeine too.” Connor said before taking the cup to the kitchen sink and pouring it out. Sebastian’s eyes widened as he saw Rebecca’s face turn to a mask of horror before her bottom lip started to quiver.
“Oh no,” Kate said, looking around for another cup of coffee.
“Connor hates me and Doc hates me!” Rebecca ranted.
Sebastian looked over to Liam pleadingly. Liam smiled and nodded. He stood up and scooped Rebecca up in his arms before sitting down and settling her on his lap.
“Okay, baby girl, why did they take you off caffeine?” He asked gently. Sebastian’s heart was melting. His mate had to be the kindest man he had ever met, how could he have ever doubted him? Rebecca had to be one of the most exasperating, but amazing women he had ever met. Living with her he had some of the best times of his life. Liam seemed to have infinite patience when it came to the tiny human.
“They think I’m too excitable, that I’m all over the place and expending too much energy. I tried to tell them that this is au naturel.” She pointed to herself.
“But they didn’t believe me. All because I’ve lost a pound or two.” She sniffled looking at Liam pitifully. Sebastian’s ears perked up and he saw Kate lean forward.
“What do you mean a pound or two, Rebecca?” Kate asked sternly.
“It was only two pounds and ninety-six ounces,” she mumbled. Liam frowned. Sebastian looked at Kate who was looking down at her fingers.
“You’ve lost eight pounds? Since when?” Sebastian asked putting them both out of their mathematical misery.
“Since last week.” Rebecca sighed and stared down at her lap.
“Rebecca!” Sebastian gasped. Liam saw the shocked expression on his mate’s face before turning to stare with concern at his friend.
“Is that a lot?” Liam asked looking from Sebastian to Kate and back.
“In addition to what she lost in the first trimester due to morning sickness it’s drastic,” Ma said coming from behind the counter. She held out a tall frosted glass with what looked like a milkshake to Rebecca.
“What’s that?” She eyed the glass with a colorful swirly straw sticking out of the whip cream suspiciously. She took the glass and scrunched her nose.
“That is my newest concoction. I made it especially for my Alpha Mother. I gave Ma the recipe last week and made sure we had all of the ingredients here.” Ashby said as he and Gabriel walked into the diner.
“Is it a milkshake?” Rebecca asked perking up. Ashby winked at Ma.
“Something like that. Try it.” He sat down next to Sebastian as Gabriel took the last empty seat next to Kate filling the table. Rebecca took a small sip from the glass and her face brightened.
“It tastes like coffee!” She attacked the straw and inhaled half the cup. Sebastian looked over to Ashby who winked at him and nodded to Rebecca who was sucking up the last of the concoction through the straw trying to get the whipped cream off the side of the glass.
“What was that?” Sebastian asked curiously, leaning forward and taking a sniff.
“It’s a moccachino flavored protein shake that I doctored up. Not only does it taste like coffee with no caffeine, it’s filled with all her daily vitamins and also acts as a meal replacement, which will hopefully help her gain weight.” Ashby looked extremely proud of himself. Rebecca looked at Ashby her eyes wide.
“But it didn’t taste bad.” She frowned down at the empty glass.
“That’s the point. It should help satisfy your coffee cravings too. Ma and I have been worried about how much weight you’ve lost so I thought this would be the closest thing to coffee you can get. Don’t you like it?” He asked looking dejected. Rebecca quickly back pedaled.
“Of course I like it. I love it! I’m just surprised I like it.” Rebecca rubbed her small belly.
“I’m full.” She said and yawned. Sebastian had the urge to shift and curl in her lap. He had been looking after her for months, it was hard to let old habits die.
“Aww is my baby boy purring? Yes he is! He liked the new milkshake,” Liam said making baby noises at Rebecca and rubbing her stomach. Sebastian and Ashby laughed.
“Put my mate down so I can beat you to death.” A low grumble filled the diner.
“Look, Rebecca, it’s your grumpy bear. Be careful or he might find out about our torrid affair. Shussshh,” Liam said in a mock whisper. Sebastian rolled his eyes. Gently Aleks lifted Rebecca out of Liam’s lap. He pulled over a chair from another table and sat down with Rebecca snuggled against him.
“As if she would touch your mangy ass. And the baby isn’t purring, he’s growling. He doesn’t like you.” Aleks grunted. Rebecca thumped his shoulder.
“Don’t say that. The baby loves his Uncle Liam.” She yawned again

Adult Excerpt
“Liam, hurry up and take us inside, I’m about to blow and I don’t want to give everyone a show,” Sebastian moaned. Laughing Liam and Kent broke apart and grabbed hands before running for the house.
“Tear that ass up!” Rian yelled.
“Happy mating!” Ma yelled laughter in her voice. Liam waved goodbye to everyone before shutting the back door behind him.
“Hurry!” Sebastian whimpered. He and Kent sprinted for the stairs, they made their way up in record time and nearly ripped the door off the hinges flinging it open. Liam threw Sebastian on the bed as he and Kent stripped off their bathing suits. He heard the drawer open and close and when he looked over to Sebastian, his little mate already had three fingers deep in his own ass.
“God, I can’t wait. I’ve never been this hard.” Sebastian said pushing frantically. Liam had to grab the base of his cock to keep from coming at the sight. He heard a moan and he turned to his right. Kent had one hand reached behind him and he seemed to be wiggling something.
“Sweetheart are you wearing a butt plug?” Liam nearly swallowed his tongue when his gentle giant of a mate nodded. Liam carefully removed his mate’s glasses before pushing him onto the bed.
“Kent, fuck our little slut there while I take this tight ass of yours,” Liam said his voice dropping an octave as his lion came to the surface.
“Do you like being called our little slut?” Liam asked unsure if he had crossed a line.
“Yes, please fuck your slut.” Sebastian’s face went slack with need.
“I need your huge cock so bad my mate, my love.” Sebastian moaned. Kent’s eyes became unfocused as he stalked Sebastian on all fours on the bed. He easily flipped their mate over onto his hands and knees.
“Hard, fuck your slut hard.” Sebastian said taking on the role beautifully.
Kent fed the head of his swollen prick into Sebastian, he paused before slamming the entire length into him, bottoming out. Sebastian screamed in pleasure. Unable to stay away a second longer, Liam climbed onto the bed and pushed Kent over Sebastian.
“Our little slut deserves pleasure, reach around and grab that gorgeous cock of his Kent.” Liam said pulling the butt plug out of Kent excruciatingly slow. Kent dropped his forehead to Sebastian’s back and moaned. He wrapped on arm around the body of his small mate and began to stoke Sebastian.
Liam pulled apart Kent’s ass cheeks and licked the small pink hole.
“Oh fuck!” Kent yelled.
“You taste like heaven,” Liam said before leaning forward to spear his mate with his tongue.
“Please Liam, please fuck me, haven’t I been a good mate too?” Kent asked panting.
“Yes, you both were very good mates today.” Liam sat back on his knees and took his dick in hand. With no preamble he thrust forward and began to ram into his mate’s greedy hole.
“Kent you helped to arrange this party to show your mates how much you care.” Liam reached down and inserted a finger alongside his cock. Kent went wild bucking into Sebastian and then back to impale himself on Liam.
“Sebastian you stood up for your mate, you defended me. No one has ever done that for me before.” Liam said hoping the bond would share with his mates how he felt. How no one had ever taken care of him before and how much it meant to him.
“I love you Liam, I love you Kent. I want to stay like this forever!” Sebastian screamed out his release.
“I love you both so much.” Kent said thrusting as deep into Sebastian as he could as Sebastian’s pleasure washed through them all.
“You both are my everything, I have never loved anyone like this.” Liam said before his orgasm compounded by his mate’s raced through them expanding through every cell before exploding. Liam could feel everything. There was no Kent, Liam and Sebastian, it was if they were all one. Groaning, Liam eased Kent and Sebastian to the left gently laying them all on their sides, the entire time their cocks lay deep in each other.
Slowly their cocks began to harden again. Through tears of joy and release they made love moving as one body. They moved slowly savoring every touch as it was magnified by three. Shortly before dawn their collective orgasm ripped through them, and all three of them gave in to the darkness.

BEHIND THE SCENES
Q   Do you write full-time or part-time?
I write part time. I have a full time job where I normally put in between 50-60 hours per week at.
Q   Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?
I like to write in the early morning when I get off of work. I works overnights on the East coast, so my hours are completely backwards to everyone else.
Q   Do you write every day?
No, some days it’s book planning or outlining. I also try to balance that with time on Facebook chatting with my peeps and web building. Social networking is a huge part of being a writer.
Q   Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages per day?
No, I don’t like to feel like  I HAVE to write. If I try to force it, I’m usually unhappy with what I’ve written.
Q   Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?
I do both. I have a rough outline, but when I sit down and start typing sometimes my characters are in the driver’s seat.
Q   How do you think you’ve evolved creatively?
I’m using a wider range of words to describe things. To help with steamy scenes I started an Explicit Word spreadsheet LOL
Q   What was the hardest thing about writing your latest book?
Fated Forgiveness which is being released Nov 7th, was pretty straightforward. But the one after that was hard due to medical terminology. It’s also my tear jerker and emotional roller coaster book. I am warning my readers in advance. Have tissues ready.
Q   What is the easiest thing about writing?
Talking to my characters
Q   How long on average does it take you to write a book?
On average I would say 2-3 weeks
Q   Any tips on how to get through the dreaded writer’s block?
Either I start outlining something new which may trigger needed plot points in the book prior or I skip to the end of the book and write it backwards J

Monday, October 28, 2013

#MondayMusings - Baseball might be the death of me

If you follow my FB and Twitter posts, you already know I've got big mama bear love for my son and it's because of this love I'm sure his participation in Little League Baseball is going to kill me. No, I'm not exaggerating. I'm talking Redd-Foxx-this-is-the-big-one kind of kill me.

It's been a heck of a season. Some losses, some wins and some of those wins were awfully close. As the level of competition increases, so does my reaction to the games.

T-ball, really who gets amped up about t-ball games? The kids are all so cute and no one keeps score so it's fun for all involved, including the parents. During his coach pitch seasons, I got nervous every time he was at-bat because I knew he would be upset if he struck out. Machine pitch brought a whole other level of frustration for him, but he rose to the occasion though my anxiety at each game grew. He is now at the AA level, which is referred to as "kid pitch" because it's the first level where the children pitch to the batters. My son pitches, plays first base and is the clean-up batter. While I'm so very proud of him, I am really alarmed by my emotional reaction to the games.

When he's on the mound, I hold my breath with every pitch. When he's at-bat, my heart thunders in my ears, a silent mantra of please don't strike out echoing in my mind. One game, we were two runs behind literally in the last minute of the game and my son was the next batter. The balls and strikes piled up. He faced a full count, two outs and I could...not...watch. I averted my gaze until I heard the crack of the bat. As he rounded first and second and the winning runs came home, I jumped up and cheered. Then I promptly sat down because I nearly passed out. Seriously, yellow haze, lightheadedness, my stomach dropped to my feet. I was shaking as I sank into my folding chair.

How freaking absurd? I am not a Victorian lady in a corset who swoons at the slightest shock and yet I almost hit the deck in public. The medic hubby explained it to me as a vasovagal episode due to a sudden onset of strong emotions. Yeah, whatever.

Last night they played a very exciting quarterfinal playoff game. Again, I laughed, I cried, I cheered and I know my blood pressure soared at times. It's not because I would be upset or disappointed if he didn't do well--he knows I'm proud of him no matter what--but I knew he would be upset, disappointed and angry with himself if he let his team down.

I want so badly to shield him from the pain and regret of failure, but I also know that's part of life. Hey, we learn more from our failures than we do from our successes. Still, failing sucks. The only thing that sucks more is watching someone you love more than life itself suffer.

Yes, I know it's only Little League and yes, I know no one's life depends on anything he's doing right now. Still, it's so hard to watch him flap his wings and try to take flight all on his own. But I will watch and I will celebrate his successes and I will pick him up when he falls...even if it kills me.

You hear that, Elizabeth? I'm coming to join ya, honey! ;)

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Wendy Soliman





Wendy Soliman is a British author, brought up on the Isle of Wight, who now divides her time between Andorra and the west coast of Florida. She shares her life with her long-suffering husband and a rescued dog of indeterminate pedigree, named Jake Bentley after the hero in one of her books. Both Jakes are handsome mongrels with independent spirits and wild streaks.
Wendy has over forty published books to her credit, ranging from Regency romance, (her first love), to contemporary women’s fiction and marine crime mysteries. She also writes erotica for SirenBookStrand under a pen name.
When not writing, Wendy enjoys walking miles with her dog, reading other people’s tomes…oh, and she’s on a one woman mission to save the wine trade from the world recession. She figures someone has to do it!

TO DEFY A DUKE

Elias Shelton, the Duke of Winsdale, has a duty to produce an heir. Completely indifferent, he leaves his mother to invite all the most suitable candidates to a house party at Winsdale Park, promising to choose one of them as his duchess. Returning home after several days of pre-nuptial carousing, Eli falls from his horse and badly injures his head. His life is saved by a mysterious woman who fascinates and enthrals Eli.

Athena Defoe and her young twin sisters are hiding from their past in a tumbledown cottage on Eli’s estate. Athena refuses to place her trust in Eli, but he is equally determined to repay her by protecting her. To do so he must first discover what or whom she is so afraid of. With attention focused on her by the duke’s interest, Athena’s whereabouts becomes known and danger visits her quiet corner of Hampshire.

Caught up in the whirl of his mother’s entertainments, Eli must race against time to save the woman he’s fallen in love with, even if she isn’t duchess material…


EXCERPT
“Mrs. Defoe.” Eli offered her an engaging smile. “Welcome to Winsdale Park.”
Athena continued to stare at him, looking totally stunned. She swallowed several times, deathly pale and so bewildered, Eli felt wretched for having deceived her. She made no response to his greeting as a kaleidoscope of conflicting emotions passed across her lovely features, none of them especially encouraging. She was not only shocked, but angry with him.
Very angry.
Eli wondered if she knew just how endearing she looked when in a high dudgeon. She was simply magnificent in her justifiable rage and clearly not the slightest bit intimidated by Eli. Silence sucked the atmosphere dry as she continued to fix him with a penetrating gaze of focused fury. Susan, equally bewildered by the chilly silence, cleared her throat and sent Eli a speaking look. It broke the spell, and Athena finally acknowledged his presence.
“Your grace.” She imbued the words with sweet sarcasm as she dipped an elegant curtsey.
“I am very glad you were able to come to my sister’s aid.” He waved a hand around the cavernous barn, treating her as though she had just spoken with the upmost civility. “She was quite at her wit’s end over all this.”
“I was?” Susan looked surprised to hear it.
“I am no longer sure I can be of any help,” Athena said, a determined jut to her chin.
“Susan, I believe Mother needs you.”
“No she doesn’t, Eli. She is discussing menus with Mrs. Coulton.” Susan sent him an impish smile and leaned her chin in her cupped hand, making her intention to remain with them patently clear. Eli supposed he couldn’t blame her. Susan, the little minx, would be eaten up with curiosity about his connection to Athena. “I should only be in the way.”
“You’re in the way now,” Eli replied, through gritted teeth.
“Me?” She elevated her brows in innocent surprise. “You must excuse me, but Mrs. Defoe and I are in consultation about decorating this barn. If anyone is in the way, it’s you.” She settled herself on a stool and sent him a sweet smile. “But don’t mind me. If you have matters to discuss with Mrs. Defoe, I shall find something to occupy me.”
“Mrs. Defoe.” Eli held out an arm. “Do me the goodness of taking a turn around the lake with me.”
His goddess sent him a lofty glance from beneath her fringe of thick, curly lashes. “Do I have any choice in the matter?”
“Absolutely you do,” Susan replied before Eli could. “No one ever dares to say no to Eli. He will bark at them, and intimidate them if they attempt it, you see. But you are my guest, not his, and it’s high time someone put him in his place.”
“Susan, are you absolutely sure there isn’t something you ought to be attending to?”
“Thank you for your concern, Eli, but I believe my morning is completely my own.”
“Mrs. Defoe.” Eli again proffered his arm, an edge to his voice. “Please oblige me.”
She inverted her chin, expelled a disgruntled sigh, and moved elegantly across the space that separated them. Eli felt victorious when she placed her small hand on his sleeve, even if she did so with obvious reluctance.
“Pray excuse me, Lady Susan,” she said. “I will not be gone for long.”
“Take all the time you need, Mrs. Defoe,” Susan replied with a mischievous smile. “I shall busy myself ordering the cutting of the blackthorn and elderberry branches you suggested.”
“Make sure they know to cut them as long as possible. These decorations need to be on a large scale in order to show to their best advantage.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Eli led Athena away in the direction of the lake. She looked straight ahead, but he could sense the fury in her fixed expression and rigid stance. What else could he have expected? He was unsure how to proceed or what to say to win her around, and so thought it best to wait for her to break the brittle silence that sprang up between them. It was several minutes before she did so—several of the longest minutes of Eli’s life.
“I dare say you enjoyed a good laugh at my expense,” she said through tightly compressed lips.
“Quite the contrary, I do assure you. I’ve never felt more obliged to anyone.” He sent her a candid smile. “You saved my life, and asked for nothing in return. I don’t think you understand how remarkable that is.”
“Why did you not tell me who you were?” She stopped walking and glared at him, a rich burn turning her eyes the colour of molasses, her cheeks flushed delightfully pink with indignation. “Or did you prefer to entertain yourself by making me look foolish?”
“What would you have done if you had known?”
“Sent word here at once.”
“Precisely.” He started walking again, compelling her to remain with him by placing his free hand over the one still resting on his other arm. “And I couldn’t have that.”
“You would rather sleep in a…just a minute.” She snatched her hand from beneath his and covered her mouth with it. “The repairs to the cottage, selling our lace so easily, this request for help from your sister…that was all your doing?”
“Yes, I wanted to repay you in some small way.”
“So Miss Dawson wasn’t impressed by our lace.”
She looked endearingly discouraged, and it took every last vestige of Eli’s self-control not to pull her into his arms and kiss away the hurt.
“Oh, I believe she was,” he said in a languid tone. “She ought to be. Even I can see that it is exquisite, and I’m told she has every expectation of it selling well.”
“It should. It’s far cheaper than it ought to be.”
“Why is that?”
She shook her head, and it was obvious she didn’t plan to say anything more.
“This may come as a surprise to you, your grace, but I was perfectly happy to help you, just as I would have helped anyone I found on the ground bleeding to death. You didn’t have to interfere in my life in some obscure attempt to repay me.”

Find More of Wendy’s Books at www.wendysoliman.com

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

What Cindy Reads: TAKING THE GARDNER by T.J. Masters #M/M #Erotica

**There are a few minor spoilers in this review**

What drew me to this book other than the delicious cover and the BDSM theme (which you all know I enjoy), is that it is a M/M story actually written by a man.




Blurb:

Mourning the sudden loss of his parents in a car crash, experienced Dom Eric Broderick escapes London society and his high-pressure law firm and retreats to Glebe House in Pittlesburne, a small village in Buckinghamshire. He tours the nearby woods and the charming village, but it’s really the guesthouse’s garden he’s taken with—or, rather, the gardener.

Tom Bestwick maintains the grounds of Glebe House for his fiancée and does odd jobs around the village. With little experience outside Pittlesburne, Tom finds fulfillment through his true passions, rugby and art. He has just one unrealized desire—one the guesthouse’s new occupant would be happy to help him with.

Late one night, while walking through the garden to clear his mood, Eric spies Tom enjoying a BDSM video starring two men. Having a sub to train might just help Eric forget his troubles, but as their feelings deepen, the real world intrudes. Eric can give Tom everything, but not until Tom decides where he’s meant to be.

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For readers who are put off by stories about infidelity, this is not the tale for you. Personally, I'm okay with it. 1. It's fiction. No fiancées were actually betrayed in the making of this novel. 2. Infidelity is part of life. It happens like that sometimes. Not saying it should, but it does.

TJ Masters's writing style is fluid and natural. I very much enjoyed his voice though I would've liked the pace of the story to move along a little more quickly during the first third of the book, but once it got going...it got GOING. The sex scenes are smoking hot. There's a lot of variety, showcasing the BDSM lifestyle without getting lost in it. I enjoyed that though Eric is a Dom and one of a certain amount of notoriety, he is also human, allowing tenderness and vulnerability to shine through. Sometimes Eric's reactions are inconsistent with what one would expect of a Dom, but I thought it gave the character depth. Real people are inconsistent.

Masters did a wonderful job showing the heart-wrenching dilemma that Tom finds himself in and the fear and excitement of crossing some very daunting sexual boundaries. Megan's reaction in the end is also portrayed with a great deal of maturity. All in all, I very much enjoyed this book. If you're looking to put some M/M or BDSM heat in your week, pick this one up today. I'm looking forward to reading more work by TJ Masters.

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