Saturday, February 24, 2018

Book being translated

Latest Translation Releases - no release date as yet



French Galley for Pure (this isn't the translated cover lol. I haven't seen that yet.)

The Gods: Book Three
Sequel to Perfect

Zygi Wyatt is an intimidating dom, but he yearns for love just like the next man. However, finding a partner who isn’t scared of his size is no easy task. The easygoing Mo seems like the answer to his prayers.

Love is the stuff of dreams. Ask the god Morpheus—he knows all about it. Mo wants Zygi in a forever kind of way, but he has to be sure of Zygi’s love before he claims him for his mate and reveals his true self.

Unfortunately, Zeus is growing increasingly unhappy with Morpheus, and Ares is determined to throw a monkey wrench into everything. Zygi and Mo will have to brave the wrath of the gods to make their dreams come true.








Italian Galley for Behind the Eight Ball (this isn't the translated cover lol. I haven't seen that yet.)

Fur, Fangs, and Felines: Book Two 

A cool morning, a yard full of birds, and a kitty on a mission. What more could a werecat want? Beta Heller Wirth has it all, except a mate—a shifter mate, that is. The last thing he wants is one of those dangerous humans who kill without remorse. Heller knows about that firsthand. So what does the goddess Bast do? She gives Heller exactly what he does not want—a human: business owner Lawson Dupre.

Lawson hasn’t a clue what just happened in his car detail shop. One minute a cute client is about to pass out, and then he perks up and starts flirting. Next thing, he runs out the door like the hounds of hell are after him. Learning that Heller is a werecat doesn’t freak out Lawson. He happens to be one of those rare humans who knows paranormals exists. He even lives with one. 

Watch the fur fly as Heller and Lawson battle hurt feelings, misguided beliefs, and a power shift in Heller’s clowder.



Friday, February 23, 2018

Finicky Friday - Maple Salmon



Maple Salmon

Prep 10 m

Cook 20 m

Ready In 1 h


Ingredients

1/4 cup maple syrup

2 tablespoons soy sauce

1 clove garlic, minced

1/4 teaspoon garlic salt

1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper

1 pound salmon



Directions

In a small bowl, mix the maple syrup, soy sauce, garlic, garlic salt, and pepper.

Place salmon in a shallow glass baking dish, and coat with the maple syrup mixture. Cover the dish, and marinate salmon in the refrigerator 30 minutes, turning once.

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (200 degrees C).

Place the baking dish in the preheated oven, and bake salmon uncovered 20 minutes, or until easily flaked with a fork.



~Tip: Aluminum foil can be used to keep food moist, cook it evenly, and make clean-up easier.



Nutrition Facts

Per Serving: 265 calories 

12.4 g fat

14.1 g carbohydrates 

23.2 g protein 

67 mg cholesterol 


633mg sodium 

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Tuesday Teaser - Fangs and Fur



~Continued from Chapter Two


Alvin nodded weakly as he stared at the soda can, slowing turning it in his hands. “Yeah. Outside of you scaring several years off my life, I’m fine.” Alvin sipped more soda. “You, ah, alarmed me with how you acted at the door.” Now, that was an understatement if there ever was one.
Dylan sighed. “If I could kick my own ass, I would. I was pissed, yes. But that wasn’t aimed at you.”
Alvin tore his gaze away from his drink and glanced at Dylan. “I’d understand if you were.”
“And we will talk about that. But for right now, go pack enough clothes for a few days. We’re going to Alpha Hogan’s jamboree. The Shifter Council cleared it.”
“Is Hogan still Alpha there?”
“No.”
“Thank the goddess. I’m not going to lie. If I see him, I’m not sure I can control my cat. All I think about is killing him.” Alvin stood. His legs still felt like wet noodles, but other than that, he was pretty steady. Dylan hopped up too. Alvin walked back to his bedroom with Dylan hot on his heels.
“That’s not going to be a problem, trust me,” Dylan muttered from behind Alvin.
“If you say so. Just know I did warn you.” Alvin flipped on the light in his bedroom. “And fuck if I want to talk about that asshole anyway. Tell me about Bert, would you?”
Dylan leaned against the doorframe. “While you’re packing, I’ll explain.”
“Okay.” Alvin didn’t miss the gentle hint. He pulled a suitcase from his closet, tossed it on his bed, and opened it. “What’s going on?”
Dylan moved away from the doorframe and sat on the bed. “My information is still pretty sketchy. As you know, there was a complaint filed against Hogan. Two Council members, along with a couple of enforcers, were dispatched to speak to him.”
Alvin threw clothes in the suitcase, not really paying attention to what he grabbed. “And?”
“Not really sure how or why Enforcer Carrick stumbled across Bert, but he did. From what I can gather, council members were waiting to speak to Alpha Hogan, and Carrick apparently was having himself a little looksee around. Let’s just say he was highly disturbed at what he found. Shit got real, Hogan flipped the fuck out, and there was a fight.”
Alvin paused. He really didn’t give a fuck about Hogan. What he wanted to know was about Bert. “And Bert? Is… is he okay?”
“He was badly injured, and he needs you. He…. I’m sorry. They broke his leg.”
Alvin cringed as he tossed more clothes into the suitcase. “It was his kneecap, actually.” Alvin knew because he watched every soul-sucking, terrifying moment of them breaking it. And wept shamelessly… after he threw up.
Dylan frowned. “How do you… oh. That video. Right. I don’t want you reliving it, so moving along here. Hogan is dead.”
Alvin clutched the pair of jeans he held. “Good,” he said viciously. “I hope he died slowly. Painfully. Screaming in agony like Bert did. I fucking hope the pain he felt was half as bad as what he put my mate through.”
“I’m right there with you on that.” Dylan narrowed his eyes, studying Alvin.
Chills ran up Alvin’s back. “What?”
“There’s something else I need to tell you, and I need you to remain calm.”
Oh fuck, nothing ever good came from a sentence like that. Alvin dropped the jeans he held in the suitcase and braced himself. “What?”
“No easy way to say this, so here goes.” Dylan took a deep breath. “Bert shifted and ran off.”
Bert’s cat roared, the heartbreaking sound echoing across Bert’s mind. His skin prickled, and his muscles spasmed. Gasping, he swayed. Bert shifted? Before he received treatment? Oh goddess, if he had….
Dylan grabbed him. “Easy, easy. Don’t shift. I know your cat wants out, but now is not the time.”
He closed his eyes, fighting his cat. Want out? His cat didn’t just want out, he was demanding to be set free. The urge to shift and raced toward Hogan’s lands was almost more than he could fight off. Just how terrified and in pain had Bert been to do something like that?
“Alvin? Come on buddy, stay in control. Don’t do some stupid.”
Panting, Alvin rested his head against Dylan’s shoulder. Control. Yes, he had to remain in control. The goddess only knew he had done enough stupid stuff lately. He didn’t dare add to it. His cat screamed in anger, but Alvin managed to talk him down. The big cat was going to be needed soon enough, especially if they had to track Bert.
Gulping, Alvin opened his eyes and leaned back. “I’m okay. I’m under control.”
Dylan grasped Alvin by the shoulders and stared into Alvin’s eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. My cat isn’t happy, but I made him understand he’s going to be needed soon enough.”
“Good. I’m sorry, Alvin.” Dylan squeezed Alvin’s shoulders then released him. “I know it seems like I’m throwing one bad thing after another at you, but this wasn’t something I wanted to tell you while we were on the road.”
“No, that would have been the worst idea ever.”
“Yeah, last thing I need is for a furious jaguar ripping the door off my vehicle.”
Alvin snorted, but it could’ve very well come down to that. Dylan was right in telling him now instead of in the vehicle. But shit, he couldn’t take one more bad thing.
“Are you ready? The sooner we get out of here—”
“The sooner I can get to Bert. Gotcha. Let me grab some stuff from the bathroom and—”
“Um, just a second.” Dylan stood and rested his hand on Alvin’s shoulder.
Oh sweet fuck, what now?
“We saw the video,” Dylan said.
Alvin swayed. How? It was sent to him.
“Hey! Hey, now. I’m not trying to mess you up by telling you that.”
“H-how?” Alvin wanted that damn video erased. He turned from Dylan and hunched into himself. No one should be allowed to see the pain and terror Bert endured.
“Enforcer Carrick found it.” Dylan ran his hand up and down Alvin’s back. “He wanted us to know… to know what Bert went through so we’d understand why you were driven to try and kidnap Cade.”
“That… that was private.” Alvin wanted to scream. Would the horror never fucking end? “Bert wouldn’t want anyone to see him so... so….” Broken. Shamed. Desperate. Hurting.
“He’s a brave man, Alvin. Don’t for a minute think we thought less of him because he broke under the pain. How could he not? He was a delta trying to defend himself against an Alpha and two betas. He didn’t stand a chance. I understand. We all do. I can honestly say if I’d been in your place, I don’t know what that would’ve driven me to do. We understand, Alvin.”
Alvin started shaking. Dylan reeled him in and hugged him tightly. “T-thank you,” Alvin croaked.
“We’ll get through this. That’s all the bad news, I promise. Now, go get whatever else you need, and let’s go.” Dylan stepped back. “I’ll be in the living area. Keep in mind it’s going to take us a of couple hours to get there.”

“Yeah. Okay. Yeah.” He ran a hand through his hair, desperately trying to calm himself again. Fucking never-ending nightmare. “I’ll be right back.” 


Friday, February 16, 2018

Finicky Friday - Slow-Cooker Garlic-Parmesan Chicken



Slow-Cooker Garlic-Parmesan Chicken







TOTAL TIME: 4:15
PREP: 0:
SERVES: 4



INGREDIENTS

4 tbsp. extra-virgin olive oil, divided

2 lb. bone-in chicken thighs

kosher salt

Freshly ground black pepper

1 lb. baby red potatoes, quartered

2 tbsp. butter

5 cloves Garlic, Chopped

2 tbsp. freshly chopped thyme

Freshly chopped parsley, for serving

2 tbsp. Freshly Chopped Parsley

2 tbsp. freshly grated Parmesan, plus more for serving



DIRECTIONS

In a large skillet over medium-high heat, heat 2 tablespoons oil. Add chicken, season with salt and pepper, and sear until golden, 3 to 4 minutes, then flip and sear 3 minutes more.

Meanwhile, in a 6-quart slow-cooker, toss potatoes with remaining 2 tablespoons oil, butter, garlic, parsley, thyme, and Parmesan and season generously with salt and pepper. Add chicken to slow cooker and toss gently, then cover and cook on high for 4 hours or low for 8 hours, until potatoes are tender and chicken is fully cooked. 

Garnish with Parmesan and parsley and serve.