Friday, June 24, 2016

Finicky Friday - Cola-Nut Salmon

Hey everyone, I thought it would be cool to post some recipes I had found online. I’m going to *try* to do some of these beforehand, but I’m sure there’ll be times I won't. I'm going to call this Finicky Friday. :)

A friend of ours made this last weekend, and I absolutely loved it.  I will say the sauce isn't that great looking, but in this case looks are deceiving.  We also had grilled shrimp to go with our meal, and I ended up dipping the shrimp in the sauce for the salmon... and that was awesome too LOL. He did a great job on the meal. 




Cola-Nut Salmon


Ingredients

4 salmon fillets, with (preferred) or without skin

1 tbsp vegetable or olive oil

1/2 cup chopped pecans

12 oz. can of cola (not diet)

1 tbsp Tabasco sauce

1 tbsp butter Mesquite chips




Directions

Preheat grill to medium heat, using Mesquite chips if this is an option.


Rinse salmon and pat dry, then brush with the oil.


If using skin-on fillets, cut 1-inch diagonal slits into the skin and set aside.


Toast the pecans in a skillet over medium heat for 5 minutes, or until browned.


Remove the pecans from heat and set aside.


Pour the cola into the same skillet on medium-high heat. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer until cola is reduced by half. It will have the consistency of syrup.


Stir in the Tabasco sauce, butter and pecans. Keep warm over low heat.


Grill your salmon fillets, starting on the side without skin for 4 minutes.


Carefully turn salmon over and grill for 3-5 minutes, depending on thickness. Fish will be opaque and firm to the touch.


Remove salmon from the grill and serve with the sauce spooned overtop.

(, Of course, one of the reasons why I probably like this so well is because it's made with Coke lol.)

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Riding the Tide - next merman book had been subbed to ARe



Okay, so yay! I submitted Riding the Tide tonight (6/23/16) to All Romance (ARe). This is the second book in that series. The first book was Beneath the Surface. I don't have a series name yet or release date since I just submitted it tonight. Usually it takes ARe about four months to get a book out, so we'll see.

Not sure if there'll be a third book in the series. I'll just have to see, but I'm pretty sure I won't be able to work on it this year. I've got one more story for the Love Wins anthologies to do, an erotic romance I want to do for an ARe Collection, and of course I'm working on Aidric's book—which is titled At Sixes and Sevens. Aidric's book is the main thing I'm focusing on, though.


While I wait to get word, I'll leave this here for ya:











Wednesday, June 22, 2016



On June 12, 2016, a gunman killed 49 people and injured 53 others inside Pulse, a gay nightclub in Orlando, Florida, United States. He was killed by Orlando police after a three-hour standoff. It was both the deadliest mass shooting by a single gunman and the deadliest incident of violence against LGBT people in U.S. history. Pulse was hosting a Latin Night and most of the victims were of Hispanic descent. The massacre was widely denounced both as an act of terrorism and a hate crime.

As I'm sure many of you know, the outcry over this horrible event has been far-reaching and loud. Many have stepped up to try and help. Dreamspinner is also aiding that effort.

Love Wins Anthologies are to benefit the victims and families of the Orlando shooting. There will be two volumes: Summer 2016 and Holiday 2016. Authors are donating positive stories that show how love triumphs over any obstacles. All proceeds will be donated to LGBTQ organizations in central Florida.

I wanted to make you guys aware of what's coming and to also mention I plan to donate to both anthologies... and to buy both books when they come out. Every little bit helps, y'all.
#PrayforOrlando


Equality Florida, a nonprofit LGBT civil rights organization, has set up a GoFundMe account 
One Pulse T-shirts: http://traxlertees.com/products/one-pulse-support-t-shirt (which I ordered too)

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Winner for the June swag giveaway!



Morningstar Ashley 

!!!!Congrats!!!!
(email sent)


Okay, the June giveaway is over, but if you didn't win this time don't give up! There's going to be another swag giveaway in July, August, and September. 

Also, I have Behind the Eight Ball coming out in audiobook in August too. I can hardly wait for that!

It Takes Two to Tango should release sometimes in September. 

Then in October I have something coming out that's part of the Alpha Collection from ARe. 

A Country Boy at Heart should be out in November. That's the contemporary story I'm really excited about. 

Then finally in December comes my sci-fi In Enemy Hands book.

~I'm hoping I can also get my next merman book out this year (hoping). Then there's the story I'm doing for the anthology Dreamspinner is releasing for the Orlando shooting victims. If I understand the info correctly, the first volume should be out soon. 

~M

Friday, June 17, 2016

Cover Reveal - Cosmic Inception by Alicia Nordwell and a giveaway!


COVER REVEAL



Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Christine Griffin


Pre-order Release Date: 6/17/2016
Official Release Date: 7/18/2016


Genre: MM Science Fiction
Length: 288 Pages/110k
Rating: Adult/Mature



Buy Links:




Blurb:
Their journey will span the universe and back, but there’s no guarantee they’ll make it together.

Though Nick and Fieo are drawn to each other, their relationship has never been easy. Their differences go beyond their races, but they’ve managed to work together to prevent the spread of corruption, growing closer along the way. Nick still battles the effects of years of loneliness, fear, and pain but surprises everyone when he refuses to stay behind when Fieo is sent on a vital mission to find the Collectors. Fieo objects, but there’s no stopping Nick when he sets his mind to something. Over the course of their mission, it becomes clear Nick is more than anyone ever imagined, but the mystery of his past threatens to derail his future.

The search for the truth will take Fieo and Nick far from Caeorleia, to worlds both familiar and completely alien, and put stress on their already tenuous relationship. It’s a journey that will either tear them apart or finally bring them together.




Excerpt:
Chapter One


“Look at you.” The humid warmth of the garden enveloped and welcomed me. I stroked one finger across the fluffy yellow pod of a waist-high flower. The small strands curled in and then opened back into a wider puff, sending out a glowing powder that drifted high into the night sky. I chuckled. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the small flower was ticklish. I rubbed the pollen off against my shorts, glad I hadn’t tried to smell it. “You haven’t told me about these yet, Jirulm.”

The elderly Caeorleian was mumbling as he plucked clusters of hard orange buds off spindly stalks. I’d picked up the habit of talking to the plants from him, and it wasn’t hard to see why. They were so alive.
I had flowers, and fruit, and vegetables. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d get to live on a planet with wild flora. My schooling and job training had focused on creating new strains of food crops that were grown in chemical vats in the midst of a planet covered in metal and concrete.
Not exactly natural. Or very appetizing, if you knew where they got the basic building blocks for the food. No one had ever questioned it—I hadn’t either, until I’d taken the job with the Federal Food Service Corp after I couldn’t find a job anywhere else. Horrified when I learned the truth, I’d spent a few days unable to choke more than few mouthfuls down at a time, and they rarely stayed down. My mistake had been telling a coworker my plans to reveal everything to the public.
Of course when you’re a prisoner and starving, you tend to ignore the fact your food was grown from cells harvested from composted humans, and you ate it anyway. Beggars couldn’t be choosers.
And I’d begged. A lot. At least five years spent on a spaceship as the experiement of scientists had sucked all hope from me. But then the military scientists’ plans had gone wrong. Ryker and Seral had been sent to the planet in a bid for more information. The doctors assumed the Caeorleians would blame Ryker, one of the hated nelho scum they named the human soldiers waging war on their planet. Instead, something completely unexpected happened. Seral joined in besedad with Ryker, bonding them together.
In a daring attack against the human military, using the nanos they filled Ryker with to spy on the Caeorleians, Seral had brought down the scientists’ enormous ship and spread the reengieeerednanos like a plague to the rest of the fleet. Along they way, they also rescued Dade and me, the only other two survivors of the scientists’ experiments.
And once again, I was wide awake in the middle of the night. The memory of the moments right before rescue came, when I was forced to watch as the human scientists cut the alien woman open, and listen as the sadistic doctors planned to cut my belly open to compare organs, disturbed my sleep almost nightly and left me sweating and shuddering in my bed.
I didn’t mind being awake in the early morning hours all that much. Some of the flowers in my garden only bloomed at night. Besides, I didn’t have much to do, so I could nap during the heat of the day. With a planet this tropical, it made sense for Caeorleians to be seminocturnal. Night was the only time I could count on finding Jirulm, the gardener who taught me about the plants in my garden. Ovrumi suggested I would enjoy gardening when he caught me wandering in the corridors, flinching away from the others passing by.
“It’ll be time to prune those soon, Nicklaus,” Jirulm said. The hum of his voice was low, nearly indistinguishable from the light wind rustling through the plants.
“But they’re just barely blooming.” Sure, flowers indoors brightened up the rather plain walls of the Residence, but all the ones in my suite were potted. I didn’t like to snuff out their already brief lives.
“Good thing, too.” He examined the flowers, pulling at one of the fluffy heads. “When agvarali have absorbed enough energy to glow, the heads detach during the final bloom and migrate along the breeze.”
“Oh, I bet that’s beautiful.” I could just imagine the small glowing fluff balls floating along a soft night wind, though I wasn’t sure if I’d get to see it. Fieo, the stubborn ass, refused to believe I’d be going to find the Collectors with his team, so I had no idea when the departure was planned. I’d assumed sooner rather than later, but maybe I’d still get to see the final bloom—some of the heads were already glowing a faint yellow.
Jirulm snorted. “Beautiful… and dangerous.”
I cocked my head sideways. “What do you mean?” Sometimes getting information out of the old alien was like pulling teeth. But when he did speak, he knew basically everything there was to know about plants on Caeorleia.
“They gather energy, like sampanga trees, but so much in such a small sphere means when they touch something—or something touches them, like a careless finger—they explode.”
I snatched my hand back. “Explode?”
His lips twitched at the corners. It was probably the closest I’d come to seeing a smile on his face. “Oh, not enough to kill you, but you could easily lose a finger in the energy jolt that spreads the seeds. Luckily, these blooms are harmless.”
“That doesn’t sound harmless! Why plant these in a garden if they’re so dangerous?” I couldn’t believe they were actually cultivating the damn things.
“They attract insects to pollinate the other plants.” Jirulm tapped one long stem, and one of the creepy flying bugs crawled out of a waving puffball and flew to another vine a few beds over. “See.”
That was one aspect of gardening I could do without. I did not like bugs. I had nightmares of them crawling inside my ears and laying eggs that would hatch into little buggy babies just dying to burrow into my brain. I backed away from the agvarali. “Well, feel free to prune these while I’m gone.”
Thoughts of going into space again on the mission kept crowding into my mind, disturbing the peace I usually found in my garden. I tried pushing them away and succeeded for a while as Jirulm rambled on. After checking the natural spring fountain in the center of the garden that fed the irrigation lines, he left me alone. There was a small carpet of grass around it, the blades a dull gray in the silver light of the moons. Nighttime lent a certain somber feel to the garden, muting the usually vibrant displays; I sighed as I settled on the grass to stare up at the stars twinkling.
There was a lot of beauty in the darkness.





About the Author
Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find something interesting to read one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started ... Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out.

Fortunately for readers, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing. Now you can find her stories both free and e-published!She can be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on GayAuthors.org under her online nickname, Cia.

Oh yeah, she's a wife, mom of two, and lives in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course!    


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