Hey everyone! The girls and I went to the Joan Jett concert on Feb 24th. We had a blast and had front row center seats. God, we were so close to her... I could see the stickers on her guitar. Here are a few of the pics I took. We stayed the night in the casino and came home the next day.
Monday, February 27, 2017
Friday, February 17, 2017
Finicky Friday - Biscuit and Gravy Ring
Biscuit and Gravy Ring
Hey everyone, time
for Finicky Friday again! Ring around the biscuits time, lol.
Full recipe: http://dlsh.it/vudHtys
Full recipe: http://dlsh.it/vudHtys
TOTAL TIME: 0:40
COOK: 0:30
LEVEL: EASY
SERVES: 1 RING
INGREDIENTS
1/2 lb. pork sausage, casings removed
1/4 c. all-purpose flour
2 c. whole milk
kosher salt
Freshly ground black pepper
Pinch cayenne pepper
1 can refrigerated biscuit dough
Egg wash
1 tbsp. chopped fresh parsley
DIRECTIONS
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease an
ovenproof 10” skillet with cooking spray.
Cook sausage in a medium skillet over
medium heat until browned all over cooked through. Sprinkle flour over the
sausage and cook for about a minute. Pour in milk and bring mixture to a boil.
Reduce heat and simmer until very thick, about 5 minutes. Season to taste with
salt, pepper and cayenne. Turn off heat.
Cut each biscuit in half and roll halves
into balls. Place around the perimeter of skillet to form a ring. The biscuit
pieces should be touching! Add gravy to the center of the biscuit ring.
Bake for 25-30 minutes until the biscuits
are golden. Garnish with fresh parsley and serve warm.
Thursday, February 16, 2017
KU Fun with LGBT Romance Deals!
If you've read my blog, you know I love a good deal. And I'd even say, adore it, when said deal involves books. And right now you could be missing out on a few great ones!
Seriously! It's okay! I have all the information you could want. Check out the LGBT KU Fun newsletter for highlighted eBooks (including the second editions of my book Paws & Claws and Alicia Norswell's novella, Pricolici) available through the Amazon Kindle Unlimited program (there's a great free trial option if you don't already have a membership) and don't miss the...
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Champagne Kisses by J.R. Loveless - release and buy links!
Valentine’s Day is a time for many of us to celebrate
with our significant other, whether it is our lover, husband, wife, whomever it
is that shares our lives and our hearts. There are many things we relate this
holiday with; flowers, champagne, candlelit dinners, and even making love.
What many may be surprised to know is that the root of
the holiday comes from ancient Rome and a festival called Lupercalia. The
festival was a fertility celebration held annually on February 15th. But in 496
A.D. Pope Gelasius recast the pagan festival as a Christian feast day and
changed it to February 14th, declaring it to be St. Valentine’s Day.
Personally the festival name makes me think of
shapeshifters! Maybe this is where mpreg shifter romances were born? Kidding,
of course. But it’s definitely interesting history!
In my newest release, Champagne Kisses, Sam Evans is
looking forward to spending the holiday with his lover only to be disappointed
when his boyfriend ditches him for work. Who wouldn’t be depressed and upset
over such a thing? But Sam isn’t quite prepared for the surprise that awaits
him after he closes up shop after work.
Blurb:
Their date cancelled on the most romantic day of the
year, Sam Evans feels betrayed by Dean, who often puts work before their
relationship. Brooding about his lover's lack of commitment toward him, he
leaves work early only to be stunned by what awaits him outside the door.
Excerpt:
February
14th, 3:05 P.M.
Sam Evans
stared broodingly out of the window of the small bookstore he worked at part
time. There were little to no customers in the shop and he couldn't be more
thankful. His spirit was definitely not in the mood for being people-friendly.
All he wanted to do at the moment was wallow in self pity. How could Dean do
this to him?
"I'm
sorry, Sam, but it's a really big case. We can't afford to miss anything or he
could walk."
"But
it's Valentine's Day! You can't take a few hours off to spend it with me?"
"I'll
make it up to you. I promise. I've gotta go. I'll call you later."
Click
Damn him!
Sam scowled even harder. Six months they'd been together and Dean still put his
work over their relationship. Sometimes he wondered if it was even worth it,
but then he'd remember how sweet and sexy the man could be and his anger would
dissipate until the next time Dean would cancel a date or break plans they'd
made together. He loved him and couldn't imagine spending his life with someone
else, but if things didn't change soon, he wasn't sure how much longer he could
deal with it. Though Dean had no idea how deep his feelings went. They'd never
used the big L word and Sam would be damned if he said it first with how things
were between them.
He hadn't
even gotten Dean anything for Valentine's Day. Because if they weren't going to
spend it together, what was the point of getting him a gift? Maybe he'd even
done it a little bit out of pettiness and disappointment. Okay, it was true.
He'd been selfish and hadn't wanted to think about buying something for Dean
because he was mad and because it depressed him even more to think about
spending the holiday, meant for lovers to be together, alone.
Sam
thought back to the first time they'd met and flushed at how clumsy he could be
at times. His best friend and confidante, Aaron Beckinridge, had opened a
catering business a little over a year before he met Dean. Sam could still hear
Aaron's excitement when he'd found out he'd gotten the gig for a huge charity
dinner party for some of the big wigs at City Hall. A few hours before the event,
Aaron called Sam in a tizzy because he was short-handed and needed a body to
help fill in. He'd begged Sam and despite Sam's many attempts to wiggle out of
the obligation, Aaron managed to back him into a corner until Sam reluctantly
agreed. He'd never been entirely comfortable in social settings, but at least
he wouldn't be expected to make polite chit chat or entertain anyone.
At first,
the party had been dull, a bunch of stuffed shirts bragging about their latest
wins in the courtroom or their golf handicap. As the night wore on, Sam
wandered through the crowd holding a tray of champagne glasses while attempting
to entertain himself by making up stories about the attendees. One overweight
man who brayed like a donkey and sweated like a pig reminded him of the
arrogant, selfish Duke in one of his stories. A seemingly straight-laced blonde
woman in a tight black dress would have made the perfect gold digging Black
Widow. He made mental notes of everything to work into his stories, including
some of the decorations and food from the evening.
In the
midst of his imaginings someone bumped his arm causing the tray to over
balance. One of the champagne flutes tipped and spilled all over a pair of
expensive-looking black patent leather shoes. Sam immediately apologized and
looked up into the most breathtaking hazel-green eyes he'd ever seen. His voice
failed him.
Easily
six foot four, the man towered over Sam's mere five-nine. The severe cut of the
tuxedo clung to the stranger's lightly muscular physique in all the right
places. Short light brown hair swept back from the man's features accentuated
the strong jawline and firm rounded chin with a slight cleft in it. Sam's mouth
dried out in desire and he swallowed hard, attempting to find his voice once
more. He shoved a strand of his almost shoulder-length dirty blond hair behind
one ear nervously.
"No
worries. I hated these shoes anyway," the man drawled amusedly, his full
lips lifting in an almost smirk.
Sam
snapped out of his daze and blushed. "I'll get something to clean it up
with," he mumbled and threaded his way toward the kitchen at the back of
the mansion to grab a towel. Rushing back out, he saw that the attractive guy
had disappeared and fought off disappointment as he cleaned up the spilled
drink. He didn't delude himself into thinking the man could possibly be gay. If
he was a guest at the party, it meant he was a lawyer and he hadn't heard of
many gay lawyers, if any at all, in this city.
Sighing,
he went back into the kitchen, dropped the rag on the counter and decided to
take his break. "Hey, Aaron, I'm going to get some fresh air."
Aaron
waved him off, shouting instructions at one of his regular waiters. Sam walked
out of the back door leading onto a large balcony overlooking a huge, well-kept
garden, which no doubt cost more than he made in a year. He breathed in the
night air deeply as he moved to the railing and leaned against it, his hands
resting on the cold cement. He tilted his head to stare up at the bright
half-moon overhead while berating himself for being so inept. The man probably
thought him an utter disaster. Frowning, he shook his head and tried to
dislodge the stranger from his mind. Why should he care? After tonight, he'd
never see the man again anyway.
He sighed
once more. He wanted to be home, surrounded by his books and working on his
latest novel. At least there he didn't have to worry about making a fool of
himself. Books aren't concerned with what you look like or how you act. What he
loved most about books was that they were places to lose yourself in. Somewhere
you could hide from the cruelty of the real world and become a sexy, brilliant
detective or a suave, confident prince who could have anyone they wanted, go
anywhere they wanted and they never embarrassed themselves. It was why he loved
working for A Book Nook, his usual day job. Most customers who came in were
like him, looking for an escape from their lives. His own novels weren't
main-stream, but he made enough to be comfortable working part time and
writing.
"I
always did detest these kind of parties," a deep, sexy voice disrupted his
thoughts and Sam jumped, turning to look at the owner. The man he'd spilled the
drink on stood a few feet away from him. He'd been so wrapped up in his
thoughts, a bad habit mind you, that he hadn't even known the guy was there.
How long had he been watching him? The butterflies in his stomach kicked up
once more and he could only nod in response to the stranger's comment before
turning back to staring at the stars and moon. Sam tensed when the guy
approached and leaned onto the railing near him. He could feel the warmth
radiating from his closeness and bit his bottom lip.
"I'm
going to guess this isn't your usual gig either."
Sam shook
his head, still finding his voice locked in his throat.
The
stranger hummed. "If I hadn't heard you apologize earlier I'd wonder if
you were mute."
"No,"
Sam murmured. "I can talk."
"Ah,
there's his voice," the man teased gently, tilting his head toward Sam.
"I'm
really very sorry about your shoes," Sam apologized again, glancing at him
out of the corner of his eye.
"I
told you don't worry about it. I have several pair like these and between you,
me and the flowers, I'd rather go barefoot." One hazel-green eye winked at
him.
Sam
blushed and swallowed hard, his fingers curling into half-fists on the railing.
His chest tightened almost painfully. He'd never been very good at idle
conversation. Even as a child, he'd found it hard to open up to strangers. It
took forever for him to make friends, but once he did, he allowed himself to
let go and show more of his true self to them. "Well… um…"
"Dean
Saunders," the guy offered.
The man's
name was as hot as the package. Sam managed to force himself to reply.
"Sam Evans."
"It's
nice to meet you, Sam," Dean said holding out his hand.
Sam
stared at Dean's manicured fingernails uncertainly for several breaths.
Dean
chuckled lightly. "I'm not going to bite, you know."
Sam's
blush deepened at his social ineptitude and he placed his hand in Dean's,
shaking it briefly. When he pulled away, he felt Dean's fingers trail over his
palm and shivered at the almost caress-like touch. "I… uh… should be
getting back to work," Sam mumbled, pushing away slightly from the
balustrade.
"Stay,"
Dean cajoled. "I could use the company and I'm sure your break is a lot
longer than five minutes."
He gave a
brief nod at Dean and relaxed against the banister. Nibbling on his lower lip,
Sam focused on the fountain in the center of the garden, watching the way the
water sprayed into the air before raining down to the surface. Dean shifted
beside him and turned, leaning his elbows on the railing and tipped his head
back to gaze up at the stars.
"So
when you aren't serving stuffed shirts at a party, what do you like to do,
Sam?" Dean asked casually.
"Oh,
this isn't my usual job," Sam protested. "I was just helping out my
friend Aaron. He was short staffed and asked me to help out. I'm actually… I
work for a bookstore." He'd never felt comfortable telling others that he
was a professional novelist. Most people took it as him bragging, or at least
he thought it seemed they did. Although Aaron would always tell him to stop
being so modest and to brag all he wanted, that becoming a published author was
a huge accomplishment. Sam still felt as though he was showing off when he
talked about it.
Dean gave
the lop-sided grin Sam was beginning to see as his signature smile. "That
suits you more than this place."
Sam
frowned, his brow furrowing. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It
wasn't meant as an insult," Dean assured him. "I just meant that you
seem like the type who prefers more casual environments rather than all this."
He gestured toward the mansion and the party inside.
Eyeing
Dean, Sam debated on whether to accept the man's words at face value, but
figured it wasn't worth challenging since he didn't know him well enough to be
certain Dean was being rude. "And what about you? Do you prefer casual or
all this?" Sam tossed back, waving his hand similarly to Dean.
Dean
shrugged. "I like being where I can be myself. The only reason I attend
these parties is to meet shy, handsome waiters with gorgeous brown eyes."
At first,
Sam felt a warm flush race over his skin, but then he thought about Dean's
words and scowled, shoving away from the rail, the happy glow gone. "You
don't have to mock me."
He spun
around to go back inside except Dean grabbed his wrist, stopping him. He kept
his back to Dean, trying to tug his hand out of Dean's grip. "I'm sorry,
Sam. I wasn't mocking you. I'm afraid my flirting skills are a bit rusty."
Sam
stopped struggling and turned enough to be able to see Dean. Flirting?
"Give
me another chance, please?" Dean asked softly, his grip loosening and his
thumb rubbing across the smooth skin on Sam's inner wrist. "I'd like to
take you to dinner."
His fear
of being hurt as he had been in his last relationship kept him from accepting
immediately. He'd remained single for five years because he didn't want to ever
go through the same pain again. Aaron constantly told him he needed to stop
letting his past keep him from finding love, but it was easier to say than do.
It was kind of like when you fell off a horse and were afraid to get back on.
The longer you went without returning to the saddle, the stronger the hold your
fears have on you. Several breaths went by before Sam replied. "I… I don't
know."
Dean
straightened away from the balcony railing and leaned closer to Sam, his
fingers still loosely circling Sam's wrist. "Take a chance, Sam. One date
and if you aren't convinced by the end that I'm a good guy, you don't have to
see me again."
Sam
hesitated again and Dean reached up with his free hand to brush a strand of
Sam's hair back from his face. "One dinner. That's all I'm asking."
Taking a
small leap of faith, Sam decided one dinner couldn't hurt, so he said yes. One
date turned into two, then three, and finally on the seventh date Sam allowed Dean
to seduce him. In the last six months, they'd been doing fairly well despite
the multiple times Dean cancelled one of their dates to work on a case. Sam
knew Dean wanted to help people and worked hard to do so, but he couldn't deny
it still stung that Dean would rather be at work than with him. This
Valentine's Day ditch was the hardest of them all. Why couldn't Dean find at
least a couple of hours to spend with him? Didn't he want to? Or was Dean
tiring of him already?
Sam
regularly battled his fears and anxieties. His ex-boyfriend had left behind a
lot of scars. Not physically, but emotionally. At the end, when the reality of
how long the relationship had been dead sank in, Sam hadn't wanted to accept it
at first because it would mean the three years spent together meant nothing and
he'd still been desperately clinging to the hope that they could work it out.
Over the course of time since the breakup, he'd come to realize just how
one-sided their relationship had been; the emotional and mental abuse, the way
his ex would try to change him and mold him into what he thought was
acceptable, and the way he'd used him until the very end. Dean had shown him
even more just how wrong everything had been.
Sighing,
Sam heard his boss, Marla, come out of the back room. "What are you so
mopey about?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she set a box of books on
the front counter. She was one of his closest friends, right up there with
Aaron, and knew him fairly well. More than once she'd helped him with his
problems. When she'd found out he was seeing Dean, she'd fairly squealed in
excitement and demanded all of the details. At the age of fifty-two, Marla had
been married and widowed, had two adult children over the age of eighteen, and
spent most of her waking hours running the bookstore. Sam had been trying to
get her to go out more, to date, but she'd just laugh and say, "Sam, my
late husband was the love of my life. No one will ever be able to give me back
what I lost and I really don't need to go on a bunch of bad dates to tell me
that."
He bent
further over the counter and watched her cutting the tape on the box.
"Dean's stuck on a case and won't be able to spend Valentine's Day with
me."
Marla
chuckled while opening the box and beginning to remove the books in it for
stocking. "Child, if people only expressed their love for one another one
day a year, there'd be a lot less marriages in this world. Dean loves you and
that's all that matters."
Sam
frowned. "He hasn't told me he loves me."
Marla
stopped what she was doing and put her hand on her hip, shaking her head.
"You seriously can't tell me that you haven't noticed how head over heels
for you that man is, can you? I've seen the way he looks at you when he picks
you up. It's like he's seeing his very first sunrise and it leaves him
breathless."
Sam
ducked his head bashfully for a minute before peeking up at his boss. "You
really think so?"
"I
know so, hon." Marla reached out and patted his hand lightly. "Tell
him how you feel, Sam. You might just be surprised."
He nodded
as she went back to stocking the recent shipment on the shelves. Was Marla
right? Should he just tell Dean he loved him?
"It's
a little slow today so we're closing up shop a bit early, hon." Marla
looked at her watch. "Instead of eight, let's call it at five, okay?"
"Sure
thing, Marla." Not that he had anywhere important to be.
Buy
Links:
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Bio
J.R.
Loveless is an avid fan, reader and writer of anything pertaining to male/male
romance. She started out her adventure into the genre in 2004 when she
discovered the anime Loveless, a softer side of Yaoi. The moment she saw
Loveless, it sucked her in and hasn’t let go since.
After
Loveless, she voraciously searched for anything she could find within the anime
world pertaining to Yaoi and Shounen-Ai. She found Gravitation, Princess
Princess, Gakuen Heaven, Junjou Romantica and so much more. As she searched for
the different animes available, she stumbled across an amazing forum that to
this day she is more than ever thankful she found.
J.R.
currently has several works in progress and several more ideas on the slow
cooker. Ideas come to her out of the blue, a lyric in a song, a line in a
movie, or just out of nowhere while she’s standing in the shower. She loves to
make up her own stories, to follow her heart, and to write things her way
because she loves a happy ending.
She
is always thankful for all of her followers on AarinFantasy and for all of the
wonderful people who read her stories. Please feel free to send her an email or
to drop her a note on Facebook. She will always try to respond, even if it
isn’t right away.
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Happy Valentine's Day!
Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never… never forget it.
– By Curtis Judalet
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Finicky Friday - Caprese Garlic Bread
Caprese
Garlic Bread
Hey everyone, time for Finicky Friday (on a Saturday) again! Melty
mozzarella and fresh tomatoes give basic garlic bread a MAJOR upgrade.
Full recipe: http://dlsh.it/yT7LdSl
TOTAL TIME: 0:30
LEVEL: EASY
SERVES: 6-8 SERVINGS
INGREDIENTS
1
loaf ciabatta bread, sliced in half
1/2
c. unsalted butter, softened to room temperature
2
cloves garlic, minced
kosher
salt
1
1/2 c. shredded mozzarella
2
large tomatoes, sliced
1/4
c. balsamic vinegar
1
tbsp. honey
2
tbsp. finely sliced basil
1
tbsp. extra-virgin olive oil
DIRECTIONS
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Place bread
halves on a large baking sheet.
In a medium bowl, mash together garlic and
butter then season with salt and pepper. Spread butter mixture onto both
baguette halves. Bake until the bread is toasted, about 15-20 minutes.
Top the toasted bread with mozzarella and
tomato slices and bake until the cheese has melted, about 5-10 minutes more.
Meanwhile, make balsamic glaze: In a small
saucepan, combine balsamic vinegar and honey. Simmer until reduced by half,
stirring occasionally, for 8-10 minutes (the mixture should coat the back of a
spoon). Let cool.
Drizzle garlic bread with olive oil and
balsamic glaze. Garnish with basil, then cut into slices and serve warm.
Friday, February 10, 2017
Paris Book Fair ("Salon du livre") - From February 10 to 17 @ Dreamspinner
Dreamspinner Press: Paris Book Fair ("Salon du livre") - From February 10 to 17, all paperbacks are 25% off. In addition, there is free shipping available to those who choose to pick up their paperbacks at the Paris Book Fair when they use the coupon code PARIS17. (The Paris Book Fair takes place March 24 to 27, 2017.)
My paperbacks: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/authors/ma-church-525
Monday, February 6, 2017
Paws and Claws re-release in KU
Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01NC2ZOV5
To save his jamboree from obliteration, Omega Cade Decker is forced into a match with the powerful but merciless Grady Williams. While he may be attracted to the big, bad Alpha, and Grady will protect him from a corrupt Alpha jaguar, Cade won’t settle for anything less than the love of his life.
As Alpha of one of the most powerful jaguar jamborees around, Grady’s reputation for bloodthirst is more of a help than a hindrance. When Alpha Decker approaches him with a proposal, Grady jumps at the chance to mate with Decker’s Omega brother. Grady doesn’t believe in love but craves having a beautiful, talented partner, so this arrangement is perfect.
When Cade is kidnapped, Grady realizes his love equals his fear that he’ll never get his mate back.
~This one of the books I got from ARe and is a re-release.
Friday, February 3, 2017
Finicky Friday - Zucchini Parmesan Chips
Zucchini
Parmesan Chips
If you love Parmesan raise your hand and then go make
these amazingly simple, totally addictive two-ingredient chips.
Hey
everyone, time for Finicky Friday again!
TOTAL TIME: 0:35
PREP: 0:10
LEVEL: EASY
SERVES: 4
INGREDIENTS
2 large zucchini, thinly sliced
Coarse salt
Freshly ground black pepper
Marinara, for dipping
1 1/2 c. freshly grated Parmesan
DIRECTIONS
Preheat oven to 400º and line a baking sheet with
parchment. Arrange zucchini slices on baking sheets and season with salt and
pepper.
Top each with Parmesan.
Bake until deeply golden and crisp, 20 to 25 minutes.
Serve with marinara.
Thursday, February 2, 2017
DsP sale - Paranormal, Scifi, and Fantasy Feb 2-6
"Magic in the Air" - From February 2 to 6, all paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction titles will be 30% off. That pretty much means most of my DsP titles, lol.
My DsP page: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/ma-church-525-a
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