Monday, June 24, 2019

Pucker Up Monday

It's not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I though I'd try to start the week off right for y'all. So... pucker up!

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Tuesday Teaser

More from The One and Only:

Brier climbed inside and buckled his seat belt. “So, I hear we have a stop to make. Everything okay?”
Tal, sitting in the front, turned slightly, tucking a long stand of hair behind his ear. “Oh yeah, just need some paperwork I left yesterday. I was—”
“In a mad rush to get home.” Kirk snickered next to Brier in the back.
“After the text you two sent me?” Tal huffed. “Of course I was.”
“I’m surprised he didn’t get a speeding ticket.” Kirk winked at Brier.
They made small talk on the way to the office. Dolf got lucky and found a parking spot in front of Tal’s business, Martin Construction Company. It was located on the town square. Vehicles lined the street, thanks to the number of thriving shops.
“I won’t be but a minute. You guys want to come in?” Tal opened the truck door.
“Tal, wait.” Dolf snagged Tal’s arm, staring at the man standing near entrance. “Do you know who that is 
Kirk leaned over, peering between the seats. “Why is someone hanging around the door? The office is open, right, Tal?”
“Yes. At eight.”
Brier gently moved Kirk out of the way.
“What the hell?” Kirk mumbled, smacking Brier’s arm.
“I need to see, Alpha-mate,” Brier said.
An attractive young man with big gray eyes and brown hair stood in front of the business tucking in his shirt. His hands trailed over his chest. Brier gulped. A very toned chest. Instead of walking inside, he ran his fingers through his hair—a length that would be perfect for grabbing ahold of. Brier jumped. Where did that come from? Finally the stranger reached for the handle then dropped his hand. Brier watched as the man took a deep breath. Then another.
“See what?” Kirk complained. “A kid standing at Tal’s office door?”
“He’s not a kid. Early twenties, I’d guess, but he’s a young guy none of us recognize who’s milling around the place where both my Alpha and his other Alpha-mate work,” Brier pointed out. Dammed if he would mention how his body was reacting. “A guy who looks nervous, going by his body language. That makes me nervous.”

Monday, June 17, 2019

Pucker Up Monday

It's not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I though I'd try to start the week off right for y'all. So... pucker up!

Friday, June 14, 2019

Finicky Friday - Grilled Grouper with Watermelon Salsa

Grilled Grouper with Watermelon Salsa

Total Time: 21 Mins
Yield: Makes 4 servings


4 (4-oz.) grouper fillets

1 teaspoon freshly ground pepper

1 teaspoon salt, divided

3 tablespoons olive oil, divided

2 cups chopped seedless watermelon

1/4 cup chopped pitted kalamata olives

1/2 English cucumber, chopped

1 small jalapeño pepper, seeded and minced

2 tablespoons minced red onion

2 tablespoons white balsamic vinegar

How to Make It
Step 1
Preheat grill to 350º to 400º (medium-high) heat. Sprinkle grouper with pepper and 1/2 tsp. salt. Drizzle with 2 Tbsp. olive oil.

Step 2
Grill fish, covered with grill lid, 3 to 4 minutes on each side or just until fish begins to flake when poked with the tip of a sharp knife and is opaque in center.

Step 3
Combine chopped watermelon, next 5 ingredients, and remaining 1/2 tsp. salt and 1 Tbsp. olive oil. Serve with grilled fish.


Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Tuesday Teaser

Brier’s  coffee sloshed over the rim, scalding his fingers. Quickly he set it on the countertop. Of all the things he’d expected Breanna to want to talk about when she asked him over last night, this hadn’t made the list. “Did… did you just say you found your mate?”

“Oh! Are you okay?” Breanna grabbed Brier’s hand. “Here, let me….” She dragged him toward the sink. “I’m going to run cold water over—”

“You don’t have to do that. It’s not like it won’t heal in a few minutes anyhow.” Still, Brier stood patiently, letting her tended to the already fading burn. “Congratulations! Dammit, Bre, why didn’t you tell me that last night?”

Breanna patted the skin dry with a hand towel, tossed it to the side, and then refilled Brier’s coffee. “Try not to spill it this time. Anyway, one more day wouldn’t change anything. I mean, yeah, I would’ve liked for you to come by then, but you sounded whipped. Everything okay?”

“Nope, you’re not changing the subject on me.” He bopped her on the nose. “I’m fine. Now, back to you. A mate, huh?”

“Yes!” Breanna bounced on her toes, giggling. “So, I was at this store in the mall, and from out from nowhere, came this scent! By all that’s holy, talk about the best thing I’ve ever smelled. My cat went nuts—yowling and purring, hissing and caterwauling.”

“Yup, from what I’ve heard, that sounds about right. Seriously, congratulations.” Brier toasted her with his mug. “I’m happy for you.”

Sighing, Breanna picked up her coffee and sipped it. “Yeah, well, hold onto that thought because there’s more.”

He didn’t care the sound of that. “What?”

“She’s human. Just like Kirk and Lawson were before they joined. Her name is Shannon Smith.”
“Fuck, Bre.” Brier set coffee down and scrubbed his hands over his face.

Wanna see Shannon? Check out my Pinterest board for The One and Only

Monday, June 10, 2019

Pucker Up Monday

It's not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I though I'd try to start the week off right for y'all. So... pucker up!

Saturday, June 8, 2019


So, I have an announcement to make. Because of on-going payment issues for over a year now, I've asked for my rights back from Dreamspinner Press. Come June 30th all my English titles at Dreamspinner Press will be pulled. All fourteen books will eventually go back up, but it'll take time for me to self-pub them. Some covers I’ll get, others I’ll have redone. I’m in the process of that, starting with Trouble Comes in Threes.

I’m finishing the last werecat book now and will eventually start a spin-off series that has to do Carter’s wolves. They were introduced in Aidric’s story.

As hard as this decision was, I feel it was the best thing for me.

Friday, April 5, 2019

Finicky Friday - Air Fryer Bacon Wrapped Chicken Bites

Air Fryer Bacon Wrapped Chicken Bites

TOTAL TIME:18 minutes
PREP TIME:10 minutes
COOK TIME:8 minutes

Bacon wrapped chicken bites are the easiest appetizer, made with just TWO ingredients. Using the air fryer, the bacon comes out crisp on the outside, and the chicken juicy and tender inside.


1.25 lbs (3) boneless skinless chicken breast, cut in 1-inch chunks (about 30 pieces)

10 slices center cut bacon, cut into thirds
optional, duck sauce or Thai sweet chili sauce for dipping


Preheat the air fryer.

Wrap a piece of bacon around each piece of chicken and secure with a toothpick.

Air fry, in batches in an even layer 400F  for 8 minutes, turning halfway until the chicken is cooked and the bacon is browned.

Blot on a paper towel and serve right away.

Yield: 10 servings, Serving Size: 3 pieces

Amount Per Serving:
Calories: 98 calories
Total Fat: 3.5g
Saturated Fat: 1g
Cholesterol: 44mg
Sodium: 130.5mg
Carbohydrates: 0g
Fiber: 0g
Sugar: 0g
Protein: 16g


Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Tuesday Teaser - The One and Only

His cell rang, and he fished it out of his pocket. Seeing the name on the screen, he exhaled deeply. “Speaking of drama….” He unlocked it and answered. “Hey, you. What’s up?”
“The sky,” Breanna quipped.
“Oh, ha-ha.” Brier rolled his eyes even though his sister couldn’t see him. Breanna moved back to the clowder not long ago and had made it her mission in life to annoy the shit out of him it seemed. “That was funny when we were kids.”
“And yet you keep falling for it.”
“Did you call me for something?” Brier actually dreaded her answer. After listening to her whine endlessly about the snow where she lived, he’d told her to come home if she was that unhappy in Philadelphia. Should’ve kept his mouth shut, because the next thing he knew, she was calling with a moving date. “Or was it just to rag on me?”
“Calm your tits.”
“Damn, really? You have got to stop hanging around Janelle.” Breanna went to work at Janelle, Marshell, and Lawson’s car wash business as an accountant. She and Janelle hit it off at once.
“I’ll make sure and tell her that.”
“No! Don’t you dare.” Knowing Janelle, she’d take it out on him the next time they had a training session. She was a beta, and a totally badassed Vetala.
“Now, see, what I heard was you’re open to blackmail. Excellent. Unless you want me squeal, you better swing by my apartment later.”
“I hate you.”
“Bullshit. I’m your favorite sister.”
“You’re my only sister.”
“Semantics. So, when can I expect you?”

Friday, March 29, 2019

Finicky Friday - Chunky Cheesecake Brownies

Chunky Cheesecake Brownies

55 m
16 servings
244 cals


1 (8 ounce) package cream cheese, softened
1/4 cup white sugar
1 egg
1 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1/4 cup butter
1 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1/2 cup white sugar
2 eggs
2/3 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt


Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease a 9-inch square baking pan.

Combine cream cheese with 1/4 cup sugar and 1 egg in a mixing bowl; beat until smooth. Stir 1 cup chocolate chips into the cream cheese mixture. Set aside.

Fill a saucepan with water and bring to a boil. Turn the heat off, and set a heatproof mixing bowl over the water. In the mixing bowl, combine butter with the remaining cup of chocolate chips; stir until just melted and blended together. Stir in the remaining 1/2 cup sugar and 2 eggs, then sift together flour, baking powder, and salt; stir into chocolate until evenly blended.

Pour half of the batter into the prepared baking pan. Spread the cream cheese mixture over the chocolate layer. Top with remaining chocolate mixture (this doesn't need to completely cover the cream cheese layer). Using a knife, swirl the top chocolate layer into the cream cheese to make a marble pattern.

Bake in preheated oven at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 25 to 30 minutes, or until top is crinkled and edges pull away from sides of the pan. Cool thoroughly. Cut into 12 to 16 squares. Store in the refrigerator or freeze.

Tip: Parchment can be used for easier cleanup/removal from the pan.

Nutrition Facts: Per Serving: 244 calories; 15 g fat; 27.1 g carbohydrates; 3.7 g protein; 58 mg cholesterol; 125 mg sodium.


Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Tuesday Teaser - The One and Only

In the distance, a twig snapped, the sound sharp and explosive. Unease pricked his skin. Slowly he opened his eyes, scanning the darkness around their campsite. Shadows danced at the edge of the dying light from the fire. Silence reined. No leaves rustled as small animals scuttled along the forest floor. No crickets chirped. No frogs sang.
Gently he nudged his mate, who slept in shifted form in his arms. Eerie blue eyes popped open, bright and clear, but he made no sound. His whiskers twitched, and his nose wiggled as he sniffed. Those beautiful eyes widened as he understood danger stalked them again.
Yeah, they’d dealt with this before.
They’d been so careful, but then, they normally were. Once more it didn’t seem to matter. Why can’t they just leave us alone? They never bother anyone—never stayed in one area long—but trouble always found them. So, who had their panties in a twist now?
When it came to his mate, every damn shifter in the world appeared to had a problem with the beautiful redheaded Omega. Well, fuck every last one of them. They’d learn the hard way not to mess with what was his.
The soft tread of footsteps on grassy ground came closer. Whispers floated on the breeze. “One smells human.”
“Good. Then we don’t have to worry about him.”
He smirked. They always thought that. They were always wrong.
“Go, babe,” he whispered, loosening the grip on his mate. “Find that tree we agreed on. Stay there until this is over.” An escape plan was always a must.
The werecat in his arms shot away, a red blur.
“Dammit, the freak heard us! It’s running!”
Annoyed he pushed to his feet. His mate was not an ‘it’ nor was he a freak. The shifter in human form took off after the werecat. The sound of one of the men shifting carried on the breeze. He didn’t have the strength to take on a shifter, but he did have something else. He tackled the huge wolf before the shift was finished.
Together they rolled toward the base of a tree and into the shadows. Keeping a tight hold on the furry, muscular body, they disappeared into his world, a void that was eternal. And of the deepest black. No light eased the unrelieved darkness. No sound disrupted the never ending quiet. No scent to evoke memories. Complete isolation with no escape. 
It was a bleak prison, a land of nothingness, where he abandoned any threats. In the emptiness, they only had their mind to keep them company as they stumbled through the darkness, waiting to die.
Served them right.
The creature in his arms whimpered, snapping his massive jaws and fighting violently for release. Shoving the shifter away, he left the wolf to his fate and stepped out from the shadow world. Before him stood the other man at the base of the tree where a red werecat hissed down at him.
“You freak of natural.” The werewolf growled, cracking his knuckles. “If you come down now, you won’t suffer for days. After we’re done with your freaky ass, we’ll make your death quick, you fucking halfbreed. If I have to come up there and get you, I promise my buddy and I will take turns with you.”
Coldly he stared at the werewolf’s back. Idiot hadn’t even realized he was there yet. “You really shouldn’t have bothered us. Now you pay.” He reached out, snagged the shifter by the shoulder, and pulled the shadows to him. 
Threaten his mate and the price was a slow, silent death.

Friday, March 8, 2019

Finicky Friday - Baked Honey Mustard Chicken

1 h
6 servings
232 cals


6 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves salt and pepper to taste
1/2 cup honey
1/2 cup prepared mustard
1 teaspoon dried basil
1 teaspoon paprika
1/2 teaspoon dried parsley


Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).

Sprinkle chicken breasts with salt and pepper to taste, and place in a lightly greased 9x13 inch baking dish. In a small bowl, combine the honey, mustard, basil, paprika, and parsley. Mix well. Pour 1/2 of this mixture over the chicken, and brush to cover.

Bake in the preheated oven for 30 minutes. Turn chicken pieces over and brush with the remaining 1/2 of the honey mustard mixture. Bake for an additional 10 to 15 minutes, or until chicken is no longer pink and juices run clear. Let cool 10 minutes before serving.


Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Tuesday Teaser

This little snippet comes from the last werecat book, The One and Only.  It's unedited too, so forgive any mistakes. :)

Pulling into Arches, Brier lucked out and quickly found a parking space. Sam’s restaurant employed both humans and paranormals, but he always filled the managerial positions with werecats. Lately Sam had focused on employing more women from the clowder, which, of course, hadn’t gone over well with the elders. He’d bet Janelle was behind that move.
He walked inside, hunted down the manager, and informed her he’d be prowling around out back. He headed to where Sam said he noticed the scent. Thanks to a weak streetlight, shadows reached from darken spaces. Tree limbs rustled in the lonesome breeze. Fuck, it was really isolated back there.
The opened dumpster sat behind the restaurant in a small alley. A vacant lot with overgrown trees was across from the back of the restaurant. The closer he got to the dumpster, the more the hair on his neck stood up. His cat suddenly growled. Not one to ignore such a warning, Brier expanded his senses, looking for whatever was disturbing his animal, but there was nothing… nothing but an odd, faint scent under a confusing melody of smells. 
His cat stalked in his mind, tail swishing.
Brier sniffed. There was the barely-there tang of werecat, but it was so faded, so… weak. Generic. But even that was nearly drowned out by much stronger chemical-based notes—oxygen, carbon, hydrogen and nitrogen… and water? What the hell?
His nose twitched, and he mindless rubbed it. Sam was right—something was seriously off with the odor. Confused, he stared at the dumpster. What he smelled reminded him of… dammit. It reminded him of a human, not a werecat.
Then it nailed him between the eyes. “Holy shit, there’s no personal scent marker. At all.”
His cat yowled.
Reeling, Brier stumbled backward. All werecats had a personal scent. All of them. His own was sweet, light, and fruity. Sort of citrusy—or so he’d been told.
How could a werecat, who had obviously been here in shifted form, not have a personal fucking scent? He’d never heard of anything like that. How was it even possible? Fuck, he couldn’t tell if the shifter was male or female.

Friday, January 18, 2019

Night's Fall is now live on Amazon!


Things do go bump in the night.

Running from a tragic loss, worrying over a missing brother, and flustered about dreams he can’t explain, Michael James searches for a peaceful place to call home. A quaint little town on the Florida coast promises to be just what he needs to start a new life.

Then myth clashes with reality, and Michael’s life is upended. Vampires, werewolves, and other magical paranormals prowl the city of Mystic Bay, his new home.

And not all of them are friendly.

Clayton Night, a seductive, powerful vampire, desires more than Michael’s blood—he wants Michael for eternity. The mighty
Clay Night has fallen, but can his love keep Michael safe from an enemy seeking revenge?

As darkness closes in, Michael has a choice to make—a short mortal life or an eternity of love and danger?

*Previously published as Darkness Awaits. This book has been revised and expanded considerably from its original version to alter both characters and plot events to enhance the reader’s enjoyment.

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Night's Fall cover reveal

Cover by:  Simply Defined Art


Things do go bump in the night.

Running from a tragic loss, worrying over a missing brother, and flustered about dreams he can’t explain, Michael James searches for a peaceful place to call home. A quaint little town on the Florida coast promises to be just what he needs to start a new life.

Then myth clashes with reality, and Michael’s life is upended. Vampires, werewolves, and other magical paranormals prowl the city of Mystic Bay, his new home.

And not all of them are friendly.

Clayton Night, a seductive, powerful vampire, desires more than Michael’s blood—he wants Michael for eternity. The mighty Clay Night has fallen, but can his love keep Michael safe from an enemy seeking revenge?
As darkness closes in, Michael has a choice to make—a short mortal life or an eternity of love and danger?

Goodreads link:

Friday, January 11, 2019


Creamy Garlic Mushroom Chicken

Tender and juicy chicken in the most amazing creamy and delicious garlic mushroom sauce! This makes one incredible 30 minute meal!

Prep time 10 mins
Cook time 15 mins
Total time 25 mins
Serves: 4-6

1½ pounds boneless skinless chicken thighs, or breasts
2 Tablespoons olive oil
8 ounces sliced mushrooms
3 garlic cloves, minced or whole (whatever your preference is)
1 cup chicken broth
½ cup heavy cream
2 ounces cream cheese, softened
1 teaspoon garlic powder
½ teaspoon salt
¼ teaspoon pepper
1 Tablespoon flour

In a large skillet add olive oil and cook the chicken on medium high heat for 3-5 minutes on each side or until brown on each side and cooked until no longer pink in center.

Remove chicken and set aside on a plate. Add the sliced mushrooms and garlic and cook for a few minutes until tender. Remove and set aside.
To make the sauce add the chicken broth, heavy cream, cream cheese, garlic powder, salt and pepper. Cook over medium heat and whisk until smooth.

Add the flour and continue to cook for 1-2 minutes until it starts to thicken. Add the mushrooms and garlic to the sauce followed by the chicken and coat in the creamy sauce.

Heat for a couple of minutes and serve immediately.

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Night's Fall - excerpt

Okay, for the Tuesday Teaser, here's a short excerpt from Night's Fall. This was originally titled Darkness Awaits. There's been major changes made, and it's been greatly expanded too.

A CHILL raced up Michael’s back, and his muscles tightened at the sound of heavy breathing behind him. Coolness pressed against his back. Sharp, pointed teeth nipped along his jugular. A hand ran down the front of his shirt, torturing his pierced nipple through the thin material before moving on to the next.
“The wait is almost over. Soon we’ll be together.”
The possessiveness of those words should’ve scared him, but they didn’t.
Each shirt button was undone, and Michael’s breath stalled when chilly fingers brushed his skin. Michael tensed.
“Remember to breathe, beautiful.”
A gentle nudge sent the shirt sliding off his body to pool at his feet. His dream lover’s hands moved down Michael’s sides, stroking and tracing each rib. They stopped at the waist of his jeans. Michael’s heart sped up when his jeans were unbuttoned. Damned if it wasn’t a slow, teasing process.
A hard cock pressed against his ass. Jeez, someone was hung like a moose. Warm breath huffed against his neck, distracting him from his lover’s hands moving to the waistband of his boxers.
“Touch me, dammit.” A desperate yearning ignited in Michael, one he’d never known. “I need your hands on me.”
Mesmerized, Michael watched long elegant, fingers with black nails scrape across his belly, leaving faint red lines but not drawing blood.
Wait. Wait. Black nails? Really long, black, pointy nails? A small tentacle of fear wiggled through the mist of pleasure blanketing his mind.
“Relax, beautiful, and just feel. You know I won’t hurt you.” The voice whispering in his ear sounded hissy and… and… nonhuman.
The fear retreated. He did know his lover wouldn’t hurt him. He’d been having the dreams since he was sixteen, after all. Even if they were a bit frightening, they were also arousing. In his lover’s arms, he was safe… safe and cared for. Wanted.
“I’m going make you scream when I finally bond with you. Then I’m going to make you beg for more,” he hissed in Michael’s ear.
“Fuck.” Could words alone make a person come? He was damn well willing to find out.
He tried to grind back against his dream lover, determined to force the issue. A soft chuckle echoed in his ear as the top of his boxers were eased down and his shaft sprang free. The touches on his cock were featherlight, making him groan. Shit, he needed more.
“Harder, do it harder.”
“Love how responsive you are.”
Thrusting his hips, he tried to push his cock harder into that demanding, tight grip. He wanted to come, dammit.
“Soon, beautiful. Just remember you have nothing to fear from me. I have waited years for you.”
The strident blast of his alarm jerked Michael awake. Dear God, not again. Lately all he did was dream of a sexy stranger whose magic hands and wicked tongue left him yearning for things found only in fairytales.
There was something slightly off about the man he dreamed of, though. Something… dark. Not really evil, but wicked. Haunting, dangerous, and powerful. Ruthless. Too bad the man was a figment of his imagination.
Michael ran his hands through his hair. Ugh. Sweaty. He cleared his throat, gagged, and started coughing. Shit. He needed his cough medicine, then coffee—buttloads of coffee. Why couldn’t they make cough medicine taste like coffee?
Tossing the sheet off, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. His head spun from the movement. Shit, he was weak. Stupid fucking flu. Since he was perspiring, hopefully that meant his fever had broken and he was on the mend.
A noise caught his attention. He glanced up, listening. It sounded like his family was about ready to leave on their trip to Las Vegas. He needed to get up and see them off, but fuck, he was exhausted, and he’d just woken up.
Almost as if summoned, there was a knock at his door. Michael smiled. He should’ve known if he didn’t go to them, they’d come to him. “Come in.”
The door opened, and Michael’s mom, dad, and brother crowded in the entrance.
“Hey, guys.”
“Hey, sweetie, we’re about to leave. How are you doing? Any better?” Mom walked in and immediately pressed her hand against Michael’s forehead. “Hmmm.”
“Yeah, I think the fever broke, so I guess I’m going to live. Of course, the only direction to go was up, considering I felt like death.”
“Make sure to drink plenty of fluids while we’re gone, and don’t overdo it either. I made sure the fridge is stocked, and speaking of that, I left the doctor’s office number on it, just in case. Oh! And you remember where the spare key is, right?” Mom wrung her hands. “Oh dear, you really are still pale. Maybe I shouldn’t go—”
Shit. “Mom—”
“Judy, he’s twenty-five, not five.” Dad walked into the room and rubbed Mom’s back. “Give the boy a break. It’s not as if we’re traveling to the other side of the world. Just Vegas. He’ll be fine.”
“Hush, Gerald. I’m in the middle of a minibreak down, and you’re distracting me.”
“Yes, hon.” Dad tugged her arm. “Come on, love. I’m sure you need to walk through the house one more time to make sure we got everything. The kitchen sink isn’t packed yet, I think.”
Mom frowned. “I’m aware of what you’re doing, you devious man, and now I have to do it again since you mentioned it. This time you’re going with me.”
Dad put his hand over his heart. “I’ll follow you anywhere.”
Mark rolled his eyes. Michael shook his head at his brother. Their parents cracked him up.
“I’ll remind of you of that later, dear.” Mom turned back to Michael. “We love you, sweetie. Call if you need anything.”
“I will, Mom. Love you guys too.”
Dad winked as he followed Mom out. Unfortunately, Mark stayed.
Mark leaned against the doorframe. “Damn, you look like death. No, no… more like death warmed over.”
“Let’s see what you’d look like after a week of this crap. In fact, why don’t you come a little closer? I’m suddenly feeling the need to cough.”
Mark snorted, running his hand down his shirt. “Phlegm wouldn’t go with my look, sorry. Think this is close enough, Typhoid Mary.”
“Jerk,” Michael croaked. Lord, he sounded like he’d swallowed a frog. “She was asymptomatic, and clearly I am not. Not to mention she had typhoid. I have the damn flu.”
“Still deadly.”
Michael muttered some interesting threats.
Mark laughed. “Creative, but I don’t think that last one is physically possible.”
“Have I mentioned how nice it’s going to be with you gone for a week? Almost makes being sick worth it.”
Mark hiked an eyebrow. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re going to miss my sparkling personality, and you know it.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” Michael coughed. Mark needed to leave before he was treated to something he’d just soon not see. “You better get going before Mom really does pack the kitchen sink.” Michael shooed Mark out of his room. “Call me when you to the hotel.”
“Can do.” Mark grinned, but it faded. “Seriously, take care of yourself. I’m going miss you.”
Dad yelled for Mark. “Son, get a move on before I have to buy more luggage. Your mother is looking at the bathroom sink now.”
“Good grief, Mark, how much did she pack?”
Mark cackled. Loudly.
“You better go. I’ll miss you too. And hey, make sure she doesn’t spend the whole trip worrying about me, okay? Have fun and try not to get into too much trouble.”
“Me? Why, I’m as pure as the driven snow.”
“Driven slush is more like it.”
“Exactly.” Winking, Mark strolled out of Michael’s room.

Chapter One
A BLEAK wind blew over the freshly dug graves. Michael knuckled his eyes, the ever-present tears blurring his vision. The trip to Las Vegas that his parents saved for hadn’t been a dream vacation. It turned into a nightmare—one that cost them their life.
A fucking mugging, of all things. Killed for the money in their wallets. They were dead, and Mark was missing. Even now, several weeks later, the cops still didn’t have any fucking leads on Mark’s disappearance. Michael was slowly losing his mind.
Another cool breeze swept across the graveyard. Michael shuddered. Sharp pain stabbed his heart. How was he supposed to do this alone? He wasn’t sure he could. Their family had been close. Mom served dinner every Sunday night, and he and Mark were expected to show. Hell, they wanted to be there. It was fun. Then they’d watch the late football game.
Michael bit the inside of his cheek. Pain was the only thing keeping him from breaking down. If he gave into the urge, he’d be hysterical in a matter of seconds. Turning, he left the graveside.
He didn’t know how to get through each day.

Friday, January 4, 2019

Finicky Friday - Peanut Butter Cup Cookies

Peanut Butter Cup Cookies
Prep 25 m
Cook 10 m
Ready In 1 h 35 m


 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
 1/2 teaspoon salt
 1 teaspoon baking soda
 1/2 cup butter, softened
 1/2 cup white sugar
 1/2 cup peanut butter
 1/2 cup packed brown sugar
 1 egg, beaten
 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
 2 tablespoons milk
 40 miniature chocolate covered peanut butter cups, unwrapped
 Add all ingredients to list

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Sift together the flour, salt and baking soda; set aside.

2. Cream together the butter, sugar, peanut butter and brown sugar until fluffy. Beat in the egg, vanilla and milk. Add the flour mixture; mix well. Shape into 40 balls and place each into an ungreased mini muffin pan.

3. Bake at 375 degrees for about 8 minutes. Remove from oven and immediately press a mini peanut butter cup into each ball. Cool and carefully remove from pan.

Per Serving:
122 calories
6.5 g fat
14.4 g carbohydrates
2.4 g protein
11 mg cholesterol
119 mg sodium