Wrecked in Love- Tour and Giveaway
Candy Cane Latte
1 cup milk
2 tsp maraschino cherry juice
1 to 2 drops of peppermint extract
5 Hershey Candy Cane Kisses, unwrapped and roughly chopped
1 tbsp instant coffee
Whipped cream, if desired
1 candy cane, if desired
Heat the milk in the saucepan until itâs hot and steaming, but not boiling. Stir in the chopped Candy Cane Kisses. Return to heat for an additional 20 seconds. Stir with a small whisk until the candies are dissolved. The milk will take on a pinkish hue. Whisk in the coffee, maraschino juice and add in the peppermint extract drops. Top of your glass with a bit of whipped cream and decorate the side with the candy cane as a final touch. Enjoy while itâs hot!
Grams Holiday Meat Pie
Â· 5 Â½ cups of all purpose flour
Â· 2 tsp of salt
Â· 1 lb Tenderflake lard
Â· 1 tbsp vinegar
Â· 1 egg, lightly beaten
Â· Cold water
1. Mix together flour and salt
2. Cut in Tenderflake lard with two knives or pastry cutter until mixture resembles coarse oatmeal
3. In 1 cup measure (250 ml), combine vinegar and egg. Add water to make 1 cup. Gradually stir liquid into Tenderflake mixture. Add only enough water to make dough cling together
4. Gather into a ball and divide into 6 portions. If desired, wrap unused portions and refrigerate or freeze
5. Roll out each portion on lightly floured surface. If dough is sticking, chill 1to 2 hours.
6. Transfer dough onto a pie plate. Trim and flute shells or crust and bake according to your recipe.
Â· 1-1/4 pounds ground pork
Â· 1/2 pound ground beef
Â· 1/4 pound ground veal
Â· 1/2 cup grated onion
Â· 3 garlic cloves, minced
Â· 1-1/2 teaspoons salt
Â· 1/2 teaspoon pepper
Â· 1/4 teaspoon dried savory
Â· 1/4 teaspoon rubbed sage
Â· 1/8 teaspoon ground cloves
Â· 1/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons water, divided
Â· 1/4 cup dry bread crumbs
Â· 1 egg
Â· *Pastry for double-crust pie (9 inches)
1. In a large skillet over medium heat, cook the pork, beef, veal, and onion until meat is no longer pink; drain. Stir in the garlic, seasonings and 1/4 cup water. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat; cover and simmer for 15 minutes, stirring frequently.
2. Remove from the heat; cool to room temperature. Stir in bread crumbs. Combine egg and remaining water; stir into meat mixture.
3. Preheat oven to 400Â°. Line a 9-in. pie plate with bottom pastry; trim even with edge. Fill with meat mixture. Roll out remaining pastry to fit top of pie; place over filling. Trim, seal and flute edges. Cut slits in pastry. Cover edges loosely with foil.
4. Bake 15 minutes. Remove foil. Reduce heat to 375Â°; bake 30-35 minutes or
A Winter Solstice Faithâs Restored.
By Roxanna Cross
Bryn tugs on the ash log and brings it in the house. December 21st, alreadyâ¦ and sheâs just now bringing in the Yule log. Her mother would have been ashamed. May the great Mother take care of her Spirit. She thinks as she places the log with the care it deserves in the fire pit next to the piece left behind from last yearâs log. With hasty fingers, she decorates the beautiful wood with her motherâs favorite evergreens, douses it with cider and dusts it with flour as tradition calls. Itâs ready. Itâs time. So why canât she strike the match and set it ablaze? And when did the tears start she wonders?
âHere, let me.â
âOh Shit. Finn, where did you come from?â She asks with her hand clutching her chest as if it would stop her galloping heart. âThe front door,â he ignores her melodrama and pries the match out of her tight fist. He strikes its head against the rough edge of the brick fireplace. The acrid smell of its ignition, hits their nostrils. Finn bends down and sets the log ablaze. âThere,â he says, âall set.â
The tears quietly coursing down Brynâs cheeks keeps pouring out of her as the flame brighten. This time Finn doesnât ignore her dramatics and pulls her to him. âIt had to be lit, Bryn. Thatâs why I took charge like that. Otherwise, you wouldâve sat here all nightâ¦ staring at a cold fireplace and a colder Yule log.â
âI know.â She hiccups. âItâs just Mom always...â her throat constricts in pain. She knew the first Yule without her would be difficult. But, upholding the traditions is cruel somehow. Especially, since sheâs not feeling the Winter Solstice spirit in her heart. âDo you want to talk about it?â Finn asks gently. âNo.â A shiver runs down her spine and not solely at the thought of reminiscing. âOk then, tell me what I can do to make you feel better, Bryn?â His eyes swim with sincerity. âMake me forget, please Finn.â
His thumb gently scoops away the tears. He presses his forehead to hers. His hot breath mixes in with hers. She knows what Finn is doing and it wonât work. She wonât back down from this. She wonât say no. Or stop. Sheâs given him his green light. Bryn patiently waits for him to take it; time to create new traditions.
When he sees this is for real his mouth crashes down on hers and devours. She opens for him like a flower welcoming the light once more. His tongue is hungry. No time for sweet caress, it rolls with savage intent. Taking all she has to offer. His teeth nip and bite. His hands make quick work of her clothes, his clothes. They are everywhere on her body at once, or so it seems. His long fingers leave a trail of liquid fire everywhere they touch her skin. Her mind is in complete blissâjust what she ordered.
A small whimper bubbles out of her when he wrenches his lips away from hers. âIâve got you,â he purrs and moves his searing lips down her body to lick and nip her pussy. In one violent torrent she comes on his tongue. âThatâs my girl.â He circles her clit gently and glides his tongue back up her body flicking it across her nipples before reclaiming her mouth in another bruising kiss. She loves tasting herself there. Loves it so much she can feel that ball of white fire building again in the pit of her belly. Finnâs large cock head teasing her slit. Up and down. Slow and steady. Not penetrating her. It drives her insane. âSay youâre my girl.â Finn commands. Is this what he needs to take me? âI am yours, Finn.â
Magic words spoken, next to her brightly burning Yule log, he takes her hard and fast and she continues to ride the bliss he offers. Her faith in Winter Solstice forever restored.
By the dancing flame
Of the giant sized candle
Burning this Yule night
Its orange flame like a beacon
Its bright blue pillar, a spear of hope
And the evergreens all around, sign of new beginnings
Blessed it be to all under the Yule candleâs light
GeÃµla is thy name
Out of the darkness
I am growing
I am changing
For this season of cold and white
To come to its end
For the wheel to turn
And bring back the light
Blessed Yule tidings
To all on this longest night
Wrecked in Love
Genre: BDSM, Erotic Romance,
Publisher: Extasy Books
Date of Publication: August 19, 2016
Number of pages: 45
Word Count: 12265
Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs
Josephine Herveaux is haunted with guilt over the death of her cousin. The traumatic event from her youth left an empty void she has tried to run from for the past twenty years.
Derek Owens has fought to come to terms with the love triangle from his youth. An OCD Dom, the only place he feels in control is in the safe room he has constructed to deal with his turbulent emotions. The slim thread is shattered when Josephine returns to town.
The past brings Josephine and Derek together once again, but the ghost of Josephineâs cousin refuses to remain quiet. Can Josephine and Derek come to terms with her cousinâs death, or will the ghostly voice in her head drive her to insanity?
A compelling story that will leave you craving more answersâ¦.
About the Author:
Roxanna is a mother of three teenage girls, a wife and she juggles a full time career all the while living in two worlds. Being a writer, a dreamer, a drifter gives her an outlet to calm the voices in her head. Her quirky, sarcastic sense of humor and easygoing, non-judgmental temperament shines through on the page, a knack that until a few years ago she wouldnât let herself claim. When an editor selected her short story âBelted Inâ for Best Bondage Erotica 2014, then it hit her like a ton of bricksâsheâd done it. Earned the title she coveted for so long, author. And itâs one she cherishes.
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