tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72905999393732387952024-03-05T11:59:54.051-06:00Sara Daniel Romance AuthorWebsite of contemporary small-town romance author Sara DanielAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05001627476288087268noreply@blogger.comBlogger682125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290599939373238795.post-8785545044285736512017-12-26T00:00:00.000-06:002017-12-26T00:00:05.935-06:00Boxing Day @CarolABrowne explains this #British #holidayGuest Post by <b>Carol Browne</b><br />
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What is this thing we Brits call Boxing Day that takes place every year on December 26th? Does the stress of the festive season require a violent catharsis? Do people engage in fisticuffs in the street? Is there anarchy in the UK?<br />
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No, it’s a civilised affair dating back around 800 years, when the church alms boxes were opened and the money within was distributed to the poor. This tradition of being charitable is reflected in the Christmas Carol <i>Good King Wenceslas</i>, which concerns a Medieval king who takes food to a poor family on Boxing Day (also known as St Stephen’s Day. Traditionally, servants had a day off from tugging their forelocks, and were allowed to celebrate Christmas at home with their families and friends. <br />
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In the not-too-distant past, tradesmen and merchants would receive a Christmas box from their customers. This was like a tip to thank them for their work throughout the year. This custom has largely died out but I recall when I was a child, my mother setting aside money or small gifts for Christmas boxes that would be given to people like the milkman and the postman. We had so many things delivered in those days and I seldom saw the people responsible so that, thanks to my child’s imagination, they became an assortment of surreal characters that still make me chuckle to this day: The Potato Man, the Paper Boy, the Fish Man, and the Coal Man, for example!<br />
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Although Boxing Day is a public holiday in the UK (and other countries with a connection to it, like Canada, New Zealand, and Australia) many people prefer the frenzy of the Boxing Day sales to chilling out with friends and family. It is also an important day for sport, especially horse racing and football. Many people go for a long walk, perhaps to burn off some of that food they have overindulged in. It was traditional for the upper classes to go fox-hunting too, but, thankfully, this barbaric practice has been outlawed now.<br />
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After the excesses of Christmas Day, why not try a simple vegetable broth for your Boxing Day lunch? A steaming mug of this with a chunk of crusty bread is both warming and nourishing and just the ticket on a chilly winter’s day. The following recipe is vegan but if you’re a meat-eater, you can add some of that leftover turkey if you still haven’t had your fill of it!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Vegetable Broth</b></span><br />
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1 large onion, chopped<br />
1 clove of garlic, minced<br />
4 large carrots, diced<br />
1 swede (rutabaga), diced<br />
1 large potato, cut into large chunks<br />
1 leek, chopped<br />
2 pints vegetable stock<br />
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Heat the oil or margarine in a large pan and add the chopped onion and minced garlic. Sweat them together until soft.<br />
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Add the carrots, leek, and rutabaga. Sweat these with the onion/garlic mix, ensuring they are mixed well. <br />
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Stir in the potatoes and vegetable stock. Bring to the boil. Turn the heat down as low as possible and place lid on pan. Simmer and stir occasionally until vegetables are tender. <br />
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How about a glimpse into the life of a strong woman while your soup is simmering?<br />
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In 2012 when young Polish immigrant Agnieszka visits fellow countrywoman Krystyna in a Peterborough care home for the first time, she thinks it a simple act of kindness. However, the meeting proves to be the beginning of a life-changing experience. <br />
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Krystyna’s stories about the past are not memories of the good old days but recollections of war-ravaged Europe: The Warsaw Ghetto, Pawiak Prison, Ravensbrück Concentration Camp, and a death march to freedom. <br />
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The losses and ordeals Krystyna suffered and what she had to do to survive are horrors Agnieszka must confront when she volunteers to be Krystyna’s biographer. <br />
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Will Agnieszka be able to keep her promise to tell her story, and, in this harrowing memoir of survival, what is the message for us today? <br />
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<b>Buy Links</b><br />
<a href="https://www.dilliebooks.com/book/being-krystyna"><b>Dilliebooks</b></a> - <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01MQDOP1C/"><b>Amazon UK</b></a> - <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Being-Krystyna-story-survival-WW2-ebook/dp/B01MQDOP1C/ref=sr_1_1/167-7994544-3264555?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1478543238&sr=1-1&keywords=Being+Krystyna%3A+A+story+of+survival+in+WW2"><b>Amazon US</b></a><br />
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<b>Carol Browne</b> regards Crewe, Cheshire, as her home town and graduated from Nottingham University in 1976 with an honors degree in English Language and Literature. Carol writes speculative fiction, non-fiction, and poetry. She is also a ghost blog writer, proofreader, copy editor, and copywriter. Along with a passion for gardening, Carol is an avid animal lover. <br />
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Carol lives in the Cambridgeshire countryside with her dog, Harry, and cockatiel, Sparky.Pagan and vegan, Carol believes it is time for a paradigm shift in our attitude to Mother Nature and hopes the days of speciesism are numbered.<br />
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Stay connected with Carol on her <a href="https://authorcarolbrowne.wordpress.com/"><b>website and blog</b></a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorCarolBrowne?ref=stream&hc_location=timeline"><b>Facebook</b></a>, and <a href="https://twitter.com/@CarolABrowne"><b>Twitter</b></a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05001627476288087268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290599939373238795.post-55661439229609625612017-10-02T00:00:00.000-05:002017-10-02T00:00:25.758-05:00Bring the outside in with a Fall bouquet @EMMAJLANE #flowersGuest Post by Emma Lane<br />
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Bring the outside in with a Fall bouquet. Not sure how, then let me help you. Here are a few tips to help make it easier.<br />
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Native and ornamental grasses: What fun to gather them on one of those perfect Fall days when the skies are vivid blue, a soft breeze tumbles your hair, and tick seed clings to your jeans. Best to do your hunt and gathering just before the leaves are all off the trees. Anything interesting is fair game, but do learn to identify dried ragweed and seeds. Not one to bring into the house; it will still make you sneeze. I’ve used the seed tassels of ornamental grasses and a wild reed which is listed as a nuisance plant. It overtakes our native cattails apparently. Even so I love the tassels which are free for the taking. Spot a batch where your sneakers will stay dry. <br />
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Love cattails? Pick when they turn brown, most likely mid to late summer. If you bring a ripe cattail inside to the warmth, it will explode with a predictable mess. Trust me; I’ve had the experience. Grab a handful in summer and dry them in a dark, dry place. Pull them out in the fall for a perfect addition to the dry bouquets. <br />
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Chinese lanterns (physalis) are perfect for Fall. They’ll last and last, but eventually lose their color. I’ve been known to spray them lightly with red paint, but the odor of fresh paint is not pleasant. Tend well ahead of time and let dry in the garage. <br />
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The purple flowers are grown under a hoop house which protects from the early frosts. They won’t stand up to a real freeze, but are perfect for Fall bouquets. Lisianthus is a favorite of florists because they last so long in the vase. Any late bloom will perk up a Fall bouquet. I’ve used long stems of mums, stray daisies, and geranium. Use your imagination and have fun with Fall bouquets. They’ll keep you cheerful until it’s time to decorate for Christmas.<br />
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Don't worry about which flowers to use. Anything and everything will be perfect because <i>you</i> chose it. The important ingredient in creating your bouquet is to have fun.<br />
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Now here's a little from my latest Regency Romance to enjoy along with your lovely bouquet.<br />
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Elisabeth is a lively young lady ripe for adventure. She’s lived the sheltered life of the privileged during the Regency era of the 1800’s and is on the cusp of entering society when she joins her older sister at a house party. On the enormous estate in the spreading mansion of a duke, she mistakes her host for the fat squire down the road. Thus begins an adventure which is against all her training. She knows her mother would not approve. Was that half the intrigue of meeting a stranger in private? <br />
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The handsome but incognito Richard Hawlester, Duke of Roderick, weary of toad-eating house guests, engages in a serious flirtation with young Elisabeth Barrows, who is primed for an exciting adventure. Mistaking the fat squire for the duke, she holds her secret relationship with a man known only as Richard, Nobel Rescuer, close to a tender heart while discovering love for the first time. <br />
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Elisabeth’s trust seems irrevocably lost when the duke’s actual identity is revealed. Realizing his mistake, Roderick begins an earnest, dangerous, and often hilarious campaign to convince her of his love. Elisabeth ponders whether true love can overcome the loss of trust between two people, even as danger presents in the guise of a vile, undesirable suitor, while a wicked assassin makes an attempt on the life of the duke. Trust broken can never be regained, or can it?<br />
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<b>BUY LINKS</b><br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01BIEOM3M"><b>Amazon</b></a> - <a href="http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/"><b>Wild Rose Publishing</b></a><br />
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<b>Emma Lane</b> is a gifted author who writes under several pen-names. She lives with her patient husband on several acres outside a typical American village in Western New York. Her day job is working with flowers at her son’s plant nursery. Look for information about writing and plants on her new <a href="http://emmajlane.com/"><b>website</b></a>. Leave a comment or a gardening question and put a smile on Emma's face.<br />
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Stay connected to Emma on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000338539637&fref=ts"><b>Facebook</b></a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/EMMAJLANE"><b>Twitter</b></a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05001627476288087268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290599939373238795.post-28673918983315787762017-09-26T00:00:00.000-05:002017-09-26T00:00:23.617-05:00Creamy Cucumber Salad #recipe and a #NewRelease from @ChrisPavesic<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
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olive oil<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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excess water out of the cucumbers put sliced cucumbers in a colander with a
large pinch of salt. Put the colander in the sink and let the cucumbers
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Starter Zone</div>
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The Revelation Chronicles, Book 1</div>
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Chris Pavesic</div>
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Print Length: 219 pages</div>
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Publication Date: September 25, 2017</div>
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ASIN: B074YZ9JKB</div>
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Genres: Young Adult, Dystopian, LitRPG</div>
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When hydrologists inscribe the consciousness of a human mind onto a single drop of water, a Revelation sweeps the land. The wealthy race to upload their minds into self-contained virtual realities nicknamed Aquariums. In these containers people achieve every hope, dream, and desire. But governments wage war for control of the technology. Terrorist attacks cause massive destruction. The Aquariums fail. Inscribed human minds leech into the water cycle, wreaking havoc.</div>
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Street gangs rule the cities in the three years since the fall of civilization. Sixteen-year-old Cami and her younger sister Alby struggle to survive. Every drop of untreated water puts their lives in peril. Caught and imprisoned by soldiers who plan to sell them into slavery, Cami will do anything to escape and rescue her sister. Even if it means leaving the real word for a life in the realms, a new game-like reality created by the hydrologists for the chosen few.<br />
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But life in the realms isn’t as simple as it seems. Magic, combat, gear scores, quests, and dungeons are all puzzles to be solved as the sisters navigate their new surroundings. And they encounter more dangerous enemies than any they faced in the real world.<br />
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<b>PROLOGUE</b></div>
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I<br />
was born into a world where silicone still ruled. Where the products of the<br />
earth outshone those of the sea. Integrated circuits ran all electronic<br />
equipment and scientists strove to make the conducting lines smaller and<br />
smaller. Silicon Valley tried, and failed, to make chips fast enough to upload<br />
human consciousness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The<br />
Revelation came a few years later from the hydrologists. They designed a system<br />
that did not use silicone, but instead worked with water molecules. The<br />
hydrologists managed to imprint the consciousness of a human mind on a single<br />
drop of water.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The<br />
water was to be kept in self-contained, sealed aquariums—pure, undiluted,<br />
eternal—where virtual realities were constructed to meet every need and desire.<br />
All of human knowledge encoded and stored in literal pools of data and<br />
integrated with the drops of human consciousness. It was, the hydrologists claimed,<br />
utopia achieved. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The<br />
obscenely rich were the hydrologist’s first clients, many taken near the end of<br />
their lives. The procedure did not always work, but there were enough successes<br />
to spur people’s interest. People suffering from terminal illnesses volunteered<br />
to be inscribed, and the hydrologists worked and refined their process. Private<br />
companies formed and competition forced price wars. Hundreds of customers grew<br />
to thousands, and then to millions. There were landmark court cases arguing<br />
whether or not health insurance should cover the cost of the<br />
inscription—whether or not this was a medical procedure designed to save lives<br />
or a form of physician assisted suicide. The law struggled to decide if life<br />
ended when the body was drained to a dry, leathery husk, or if life continued<br />
inside those glowing, sealed aquariums.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I<br />
was thirteen when the governments seized control of the laboratories, first in<br />
the Eastern European countries. Then the labs of Europe and the Middle East<br />
were swallowed up. Terrorist attacks soon followed and destroyed most of the<br />
civilized world over the next three years. The United States, Canada, and<br />
Greece, those bastions of democracy, did not fall until the very end. Of<br />
course, by then no one cared whether or not the government or the private<br />
companies ran the uploading programs. Many of the aquariums ruptured in the<br />
strife and the droplets, imbued with human consciousness, re-entered the water<br />
cycle of the planet.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</b> <b>CHAPTER<br />
ONE</b><br />
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As<br />
the sun hovers near the horizon, ready to dip below and plunge the world into<br />
darkness, the weather changes for the worse. Clouds gather. Peeking out my<br />
window and over the outline of rooftops in the distance is what looks like<br />
thunderheads moving toward me in the invisible polluted gusts of wind.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I<br />
try not to think about the coming storm as I methodically pull on my boots and<br />
zip up my jacket. It is supposed to be waterproof, but I would not risk going<br />
out in anything above a light drizzle. Water has a way of seeping through even<br />
the best defenses. There’s also a lining that’s overly warm for a summer<br />
evening. I’m already sweating and the discomfort adds to my nerves.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I<br />
check the hunting knife strapped to my left leg. It was one of the first<br />
weapons purchased for me by my dad back when the sporting goods stores were<br />
still open for business. He didn’t think I was ready to handle a handgun at<br />
thirteen, but he taught me to shoot a rifle in the open fields by our house,<br />
helping me hold the weapon steady until I grew strong enough to support the<br />
weight. Now, three years later, I have a handgun, a Ruger semi-automatic, but<br />
bullets are scarce and loud noises are problematic. My small ammo stash sits in<br />
the bottom of my backpack next to the gun.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Instead<br />
of the gun, I carry an extra-light crossbow as my go-to weapon. I can hand-make<br />
the bolts so I don’t worry about running out of ammunition and the shot is<br />
relatively silent. I carry the spare bolts in a quiver strapped to my right<br />
leg. It’s awkward when running, but I can draw the bolts fast when needed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My<br />
little sister, Alby, has loaded her own backpack. I lift it to test the weight<br />
and then pull a few things out. I place them in my own pack without comment. I<br />
help her position the lighter pack over her shoulders, tightening the straps so<br />
that it will stay balanced. She always tries to do more than she should, but I<br />
don’t like the way her face has a perpetual pinched, strained look or the deep<br />
shadows under her eyes. She looks far older than her seven years. This scares<br />
me more than everything else and that fear threatens to register on my face. I<br />
force myself to stay calm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I<br />
check her raincoat and boots, making sure everything fits snugly. I help Alby<br />
pull up the hood of her coat, tucking in a strand of dark hair that has escaped<br />
her ponytail. As frightened as she is, she manages to give me a smile. I smile<br />
back, trying to present a brave front. As my dad used to say, “fake it till you<br />
make it.” Over the last few years, I’ve<br />
been faking confidence more and more often for Alby’s sake.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ready<br />
to go?” I ask with all the false cheer I can muster in my voice. I take one<br />
last glance over the motel room that had served as a temporary home for the<br />
last few days, looking for anything that we might have left behind. The room is<br />
swept clean. No trace whatsoever that we had ever been there.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Alby<br />
nods. “Ready, Cami.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“If<br />
we get separated, remember to keep going north,” I say. “Follow the road till<br />
you get to the park, then take the walking paths. No matter what happens, keep<br />
going. Stop when you get to the Stone River. I’ll meet you at the bridge in the<br />
center of the park where we used to feed the ducks, okay?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She<br />
nods again, looking up at me with those dark eyes so full of trust. I hug her,<br />
because if we do get separated, there isn’t much hope we will ever see each<br />
other again. I need to keep up the pretense of hope, though, because that’s all<br />
we have to keep us going.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stone<br />
River Park is at the very limits of the city and the area surrounding it is<br />
relatively unpopulated. I figure that once we are out of the city, our chances<br />
of survival will dramatically increase. After reaching the park, we can follow<br />
the Stone River north. There’s bound to be deserted houses in the country and<br />
less chance that any of the gangs would be interested in the meager pickings<br />
outside of the city. We might even be able to find a place to stay before<br />
winter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I<br />
crack open the door of our motel room. It is still light enough to stain<br />
everything with graying shades of color. The setting sun casts long shadows<br />
between the buildings, so I depend more upon my ears to find signs of other<br />
humans. I hear no motorcycle engines and no voices, only the wind, blowing and<br />
moaning, and the far-off call of a bird. The coming storm appears to have<br />
cleared the streets. They are deserted except for empty, crashed vehicles abandoned<br />
in every lane. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Alby<br />
and I had been lucky to reach the motel a few days ago. The single-story<br />
building is on the outskirts of the main town and catered to big rig truck<br />
drivers and other traffic from the interstate. I had found the skeleton key in<br />
the motel office after climbing in through the bathroom window. Alby and I<br />
spent the nights scouring every room for supplies. <o:p></o:p></div>
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No<br />
one had broken into it before we got there. Too many other rich targets to go<br />
around. But inside each room was a mini-fridge filled with snacks. Even though<br />
the electricity had been turned off, the chocolates and small bags of<br />
honey-coated nuts were edible. The tiny bottles of alcoholic beverages in each<br />
fridge did not seem useful, but I kept a few. They might be helpful in starting<br />
a fire someday when we made it outside the city. We even discovered coffee<br />
filters and a small bottle of chlorine bleach—a major score for treating our<br />
drinking water. <o:p></o:p></div>
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If<br />
I hadn’t spent days secretly peering out the dark windows of the motel, I might<br />
believe my sister and I were the last two people left on earth. But I know that<br />
out there, behind the ruined buildings and boarded-up windows, there are at<br />
least a few pairs of eyes whose owners would kill us without a second thought.<br />
My eyes flick toward the two bodies hanging from the traffic lights in the<br />
nearby intersection. They hadn’t been moved. Good.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The daytime usually belongs to<br />
looter-gangs, each with spray-can marked territories in bright displays of<br />
color that start on the buildings and drip down toward the pavement. The gangs<br />
wear something marked as well, usually a jacket or bandanna that will stand out<br />
from a distance. The snipers hole up in their nests and target anyone who<br />
encroaches on their gang’s territory. They particularly looked for members of<br />
other factions trying to increase their terrain. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Paint<br />
tags don’t show up well after dark, though, so the gangs have started leaving<br />
their victims as warnings to others not to encroach on their holding. These<br />
bodies have been hanging undisturbed in the intersection for several days,<br />
indicating a lack of activity in the area. I can only hope that the gangs have<br />
moved inward, toward the center of the city and more supply-rich targets. <o:p></o:p></div>
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No<br />
one is ever going to catch the murderers, or the ones who strung up the bodies<br />
like macabre trophies, and put them in jail. They’ll just go on and do it again<br />
and again. Like animals in the jungle—except that animals are not cruel.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We<br />
were lucky to go unmolested by the local gangs. Heaven knows we don’t look like<br />
we have much of anything, and we don’t look threatening, but that will only<br />
last for so long. Someday someone will try to kill us, possibly for no other<br />
reason than wanting to watch us die. The whole world, it seems, is at war, and<br />
no one is on my side except Alby. We only have each other.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A<br />
streak of lightning splits the sky almost directly overhead, making me wince.<br />
It is followed by a heavy clap of thunder. As frightening as it is, the bad<br />
weather is to our advantage. No one wants to be caught outside in the rain.<br />
Everyone is more afraid of fresh, untreated water and what it can do than they<br />
are of each other. But I believe we can make it out of the area and to shelter<br />
before the rain poses any danger. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In<br />
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loves Kona coffee and all types of speculative fiction. Between writing<br />
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an endless list of DIY household projects, or hanging out with friends. She<br />
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One date for every
medical test—that’s the deal. Allison, however, gets more than she bargains
for. She gets <b><i>A Groom for Mama</i></b>. </div>
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<o:p> </o:p>Beverly Walters is dying, and before she goes she has one
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Beverly’s pale face broke out in a
smile. “Jack!” She took the flowers from him and buried her nose in them. “They
smell wonderful.” She waved him inside, hugging him as he passed by her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“She’s not here right now.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m just making sure the coast is
clear.” He followed Beverly into the kitchen, the click of her shoes against
the hardwood floor leading the way. The house slippers had disappeared with
Allison’s arrival, and Beverly had started dressing up more. He was glad to see
that. He eased his tall frame into the bar chair in front of the peninsula and
set the fruit basket on the counter. “I’m planning to stay as far away from
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“Son-in-law prospects, remember?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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As she retrieved a vase from the
cabinet, he busied himself untying the string around the flowers, ducking his
very hot, and most likely, red face from her view. She hit closer to the mark
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well, though. The doctor visit hit her hard. She’s determined to save me, in
spite of the odds.” <a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_Hlk486239838">Beverly</a> took the flowers from
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“I’ve been thinking, Beverly, are
you sure you want to go through with this? Wouldn’t you rather spend what time
you have left with Allison just being together? This bridegroom business has to
be a bone of contention. I hate to see you two in disharmony.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>No
answer to that.</i> Until their breakup they hadn’t ever argued. Back then,
even when they didn’t see eye to eye, they could talk. He took a set of folded
papers from his hip pocket and slapped them onto the counter. “Here’s the first
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<b><span style="font-family: "Americana BT",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">Catherine
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Award-winning author Catherine Castle has been writing all
her life. A former freelance writer, she has over 600 articles and photographs
to her credit (under her real name) in the Christian and secular market. Now
she writes sweet and inspirational romance. Her debut inspirational romantic
suspense, <b><i>The Nun and the Narc</i></b><i>, </i>published
in 2013 from Soul Mate Publishing, has garnered multiple contests finals and
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2014 Beverly Hills Book Award
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2014
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2014 EPIC finalist for Action/adventure romance<o:p></o:p></div>
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2014
Carolyn Readers Choice Award finalist<o:p></o:p></div>
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Writing and poetry workshops for elementary and middle
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Stitches Thru Time: <a href="http://stitchesthrutime.blogspot.com/">http://stitchesthrutime.blogspot.com/</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Bewitching Hannah</div>
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Leigh Goff</div>
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Publisher: Mirror World Publishing</div>
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Publish Date: September 17, 2017</div>
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Genre(s): YA, Fantasy, Romance<br />
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About Bewitching Hannah:<br />
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Sixteen-year-old Hannah Fitzgerald has always known she is descended from a troubled legacy of magic. Although a stranger to her coven in Annapolis, she is no stranger to grief and denial. However, when an ancient prophecy reveals the rise of a young, powerful Chesapeake witch and the impending death of another, she realizes she can no longer afford to suppress the magic that has taken away so much. She seeks out the frighteningly scarred, yet mysterious W, a Calvert descendant who is destined to change her life, but even he cannot prepare her for the danger that lies ahead. Engaged in a deadly game without knowing who her true rival is, Hannah isn’t certain she will survive, and if she loses she may lose everything, including the ones she loves.<br />
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Lightning flashed, followed by a rumble of thunder, jolting me alert. A tempest churned over the Chesapeake Bay and was rolling toward town. I stared at the clouds, ready to calculate how much time we had before the rain hit. Another bright flash of white-hot lightning forked across the purplish-black sky. One, two…twenty.<br />
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<i>Boom.</i><br />
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The storm was at least four miles away. I pressed a hand over my chest, feeling the thumping slow.<br />
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I glanced at Aunt J, who was no longer bopping her head to the bad music. Instead, she blinked over and over, and rubbed her eyes with one hand.<br />
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“If you’re tired, I can drive.” Who needed a license when I’d already mastered a moped along with the Green Briar golf carts?<br />
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Her slender fingers searched for me as if I were a ghost she could only hear. She grasped my arm tightly.<br />
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“Hannah?” Panic drenched her voice.<br />
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My eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”<br />
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“I can’t see. I mean, I see something, but it’s not the road. What’s wrong with me?”<br />
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I peered out the windshield. A distant telephone pole grew bigger as her foot stuck to the accelerator.<br />
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A frightening swell of adrenaline flooded my veins, sending my heart into a frenzy. “Stop!” I yelled, but she was frozen with fright. I grabbed the steering wheel and threw my leg over to jam on the brake pedal.<br />
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It was too late. Absolute silence fell over us in the grim second before we plowed into the pole. My lower body slammed into the dashboard while the seatbelt squeezed hard against my ribs. Metal groaned. White bubbles deployed. Glass shattered with a scream. Or maybe the scream was mine. The car groaned to a halt with a hiss and clank.<br />
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Stillness settled over us. My head was reeling as I checked myself for injuries. Bursts of pain sparked from my chest and leg.<br />
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“Hannah?” Aunt J’s quivering voice reached out.<br />
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I pried my eyes open. She had escaped her seatbelt. Her lips and hands were trembling, but I saw no blood or broken skin. Inwardly, I sighed with relief.<br />
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“Are you okay?” she asked.<br />
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I sucked in a shallow breath. “Me? Fine,” I managed, not wanting to stress her out, but I struggled to breathe and my left leg was wedged under the intruding dashboard.<br />
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She reached over, wiping her hands across my cheeks and forehead, dusting away crumbs of glass. She touched her trembling fingers to the seatbelt release and pressed on it, over and over. “Come on, dammit. Let go.”<br />
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I pushed her hand away, restraining a whimper. “It’s okay. Go get help.”<br />
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She nodded and with a hard push, shoved her door open. “I’ll be right back.”<br />
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A heavy silence fell over the car’s interior until a hiss sounded from the engine. Within seconds, the smell of burning oil seeped in through the vents.<br />
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One toxic breath went deeper than I meant it to. “Ow!” I coughed and writhed beneath the unyielding seatbelt like a five-year-old having a tantrum. Panic swept over me as I struggled for freedom.<br />
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Stress vibrated deep in my gut. Self-soothe, self-soothe, I reminded myself. The air grew thicker with burning oil and a starburst of pain wracked my body. I was going to die. Unless…<br />
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No. How could I even think it? There had to be another way because what if I couldn’t send it back? What if it took me to the same terrible place it had taken them?<br />
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I peered out the windows, searching. There was no one. I turned my focus on the glove box. Maybe Aunt J kept a knife in there or a pair of floral scissors. I pushed the button hard, again and again. Jammed. My heart raced.<br />
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A burst of smoke puffed into the car’s interior. I coughed and closed my eyes. The pressure on my leg intensified and the sickening fumes filled me with dread. Eff it. I balled my hands into fists.<br />
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I recalled the spell I’d overheard my dad utter once. I recited it in my head before casting, making sure I had it right. “By the power of fire, I do summon and churn, and call thee forth to blaze and burn.”<br />
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I stopped breathing, trying to sense any changes. I felt no different. And then it filled my core like a warm sphere of energy. Quickly, the power expanded into a blazing inferno. My back arched, pressing me harder into the seatbelt as my internal fire surged. Every cell jolted awake. My heart pounded out of control as I imagined channeling the smoldering energy. Suddenly, my hands tingled with intense power. I swallowed hard and aimed my fingers at the strap. The fiery threads trickled out in a wiggly pattern until I steadied my hand. The seatbelt burned orange, then cooled to black before separating.<br />
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In the summer of 1914, Jane Fairchild, a young English musician, is kidnapped by magic and sent to Spellhaven, an island city ruled by magicians. Here, peace and prosperity are maintained with the assistance of Unseen Spirits bound to the service of the Lords Magician. The Spirits must be kept in good humour by the performance of all kinds of shows, dance, drama and music. Jane is one of many people kidnapped from the outside world and forced to contribute to these entertainments for a set period of service.<br />
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Only Jane is having none of it. She will not perform for her kidnapper, Lucian Palafox, but agrees to undertake an apprenticeship with another magician impresario, provided she is taught magic in return. Jane's forays into magic lead her deeper within the mysteries of Spellhaven, her rivalry with Lucian escalates and the quarrels between them grow strong enough to shake the city to its foundations.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The lady sat on a terrace, in a corner bordered by pots of lavender and rosemary. She was alone, with a chessboard by her side.</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Childeric said, ‘Lady Imblen, this child, who speaks no Latin, bears a mark of Lucian. She says she does not believe in magic.’</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Jane said, slowly and distinctly, ‘I am a subject of the British Empire. I demand to be sent home.’</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The lady seemed very old, though upright and sturdy. Her white hair was coiled under a jewelled cap and the clasps on her jacket were enamelled in blue and white. She looked at Childeric, not at Jane and said, ‘What is her calling?’</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">‘She is a musician, seemingly. She has instruments in that bag.’</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Before Jane could protest further, her glance was held by Lady Imblen’s dark, heavy-lidded gaze. Jane found herself wondering how long the woman had been sitting there. She might have been immersed in contemplation for weeks or years, hardly to be interrupted by small troubles.</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Lady Imblen said, ‘Play a tune for me.’</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Jane was out of practice and she could still feel the bruises from her journey, but maybe once they heard her music, they would listen to her words.</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">She took out the easiest of her instruments to play, a penny whistle she sometimes used for teaching. She began with Three Blind Mice, slowly at first, and then at a brisker tempo. A small breeze curled round her and strengthened the salty sparkle in the air. Out of the breeze grew a shape which flickered in and out of her sight, as though of some immense beast made of air and fire. She thought of the invisible lion she had imagined when she arrived in the city and at once she caught brief, fiery glimpses of a lion’s paw, the hunch of a maned shoulder, the glint of an eye. They moved round her, vanishing as soon as seen. If the lion was there, it must be dancing to her music and she grew afraid to stop. She muddled her notes and tried to change tunes, but that was worse. She could feel the creature’s impatience, so she went back to the Mice and steadied the tempo, but she wondered how long she could keep going.</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">A voice joined in, somehow unwinding the tune. The outline of the lion flared up, black and burning, and then disappeared. Childeric put his hand over Jane’s.</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">‘You may stop now.’</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">‘What was that?’ She could hardly speak. ‘What did you do?’</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Lady Imblen said, ‘That was your doing, not ours. It seems Lucian has made a good choice this time.’</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">‘What do you mean?’</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Childeric said, ‘The air in this city is crammed with spirits. It is our task to keep this Unseen Audience entertained, so that the city may prosper. Maybe you had beginner’s luck just now, but maybe you will have a greater contribution to offer us than I would have guessed.’</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">‘No,’ Jane said. She went to crouch beside Lady Imblen. ‘My lady, I don’t understand. I never wished to come here. I never gave Mr. Hunter any promises: I barely spoke to him. He had no right to send me here.’</span><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">‘You may make your complaint to him when he returns.’ The lady did not even sound interested. ‘He won’t be long. You would do well to learn some Latin while you wait.’</span></div>
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Sixteen-year-old Hannah Fitzgerald has always known she is descended from a troubled legacy of magic. Although a stranger to her coven in Annapolis, she is no stranger to grief and denial. However, when an ancient prophecy reveals the rise of a young, powerful Chesapeake witch and the impending death of another, she realizes she can no longer afford to suppress the magic that has taken away so much. She seeks out the frighteningly scarred, yet mysterious W, a Calvert descendant who is destined to change her life, but even he cannot prepare her for the danger that lies ahead. Engaged in a deadly game without knowing who her true rival is, Hannah isn’t certain she will survive, and if she loses she may lose everything, including the ones she loves.</div>
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In the summer of 1914, Jane Fairchild, a young English musician, is kidnapped by magic and sent to Spellhaven, an island city ruled by magicians. Here, peace and prosperity are maintained with the assistance of Unseen Spirits bound to the service of the Lords Magician. The Spirits must be kept in good humour by the performance of all kinds of shows, dance, drama and music. Jane is one of many people kidnapped from the outside world and forced to contribute to these entertainments for a set period of service.<br />
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Only Jane is having none of it. She will not perform for her kidnapper, Lucian Palafox, but agrees to undertake an apprenticeship with another magician impresario, provided she is taught magic in return. Jane's forays into magic lead her deeper within the mysteries of Spellhaven, her rivalry with Lucian escalates and the quarrels between them grow strong enough to shake the city to its foundations.<br />
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Sandra Unerman lives in London in the UK. When she retired from a career as a Government lawyer, she undertook an MA in Creative Writing at Middlesex University, specialising in SF and fantasy, and graduated in 2013. Since then, she has had a number of short stories published. In 2016, these included stories in Three Drops from a Cauldron, the Midwinter issue and Aurora Wolf, the September issue, both available online. She writes reviews and articles for the British Science Fiction Association and the British Fantasy Society. She is a member of London Clockhouse writers and other writing groups. Her interests include history, folklore and medieval literature. <br />
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“Silly, stupid humans!” Whiskey hissed.<br />
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Creeping through the ductwork was becoming harder on her old bones. Layers of dust tickled her pink nose and made her facial whiskers twitch incessantly. Her stomach retched at the stale odors. However, Whiskey, a fifteen-year-old calico cat, ignored these annoyances and persevered. She had to, knowing that she was the only link, the only form of communication, between the cat floor and the dog floor at the Fairy Falls Animal Shelter. This was what made her special, gave her life purpose. This quiet night was no exception.<br />
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What the humans called a crisis had happened at the shelter today and Whiskey had to relay this information to the canine pack leader. Nearing the entrance above the dog floor, the thick fur on the back of her neck rose. Some of the dogs she tolerated, some she abhorred. Her ears flattened. Whiskey knew she would have to scale across the top of Mary Jane’s gate in order to get to Nobel’s cage and deliver her report. She also knew to be extra careful not to shake the little bells attached to her red collar that would jingle out her presence. Reaching the opening, Whiskey extracted her long claws and pushed the dusty register aside. Looking down, she sighed, thankful that Mary Jane, a black and white pit bull terrier, and a long time resident of the shelter, was asleep. Carefully, Whiskey jumped down, balanced on the top of the fenced gate that faced the hallway, and started to slink across it. Then she sneezed and her bells jingled.<br />
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A growl and a snort sounded from below. “Who dares to wake me?”<br />
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Whiskey peered down. Mary Jane’s eyes were rolled back, her tongue hanging limply out one side of her mouth. A quilted blanket on the cement floor was half-shredded and inches away lay a rubber toy, which would normally be stuffed into Mary Jane’s powerful jaws to exercise the constant frustration of being incarcerated for so long. Whiskey watched Mary Jane lunge for the toy, shaking her thick head and neck in anger.<br />
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Whiskey leaned over into the cage and purred, “Someday, I hope you choke on that thing.”<br />
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Mary Jane dropped the toy and lunged at the smug cat. Whiskey had just enough time to recoil and land feet first on the hallway’s cement floor. She groaned, feeling her arthritic back legs cave slightly. She was not a kitten anymore, that was for sure. Mary Jane rattled the kennel door, snapping, growling, and barking. Slobber ran down the white patch on her neck and dribbled onto the floor, making it too slippery for her to balance on her hind legs. She slipped and fell with a loud thump and knocked the water bowl, spilling water all over. Whiskey flattened her ears and shook her head. This dog could easily have been the pick of the litter when it came time to receive the sleep needle, but since this shelter had a ‘no kill’ policy in place, all of its residents, including Mary Jane, remained safe and alive.<br />
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Suddenly the kennel next to Mary Jane’s came alive and the one after that. Whiskey heard a whimper from the cage down the hall where the new dogs were kept. These were the dogs whose owners would either still rescue them or would condemn them to live here in the shelter until they were adopted by a new human.<br />
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“You sure know how to make an entrance, Whiskey.”<br />
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Whiskey’s ears pricked up. The right ear had been badly frostbitten once upon a time, but her left ear was still intact. Half her face was masked in black; the other half a mixture of white and orange. The rest of her small body was a patchwork of black and orange fur, with the exception of a white belly. She preened her whiskers, licking the pad of her front right paw until she realized all she tasted was watered down bleach. Cringing, Whiskey slowly sauntered over to Nobel’s kennel—the biggest—at the very end of the hallway. She plopped her bottom on the cool concrete floor and stretched.<br />
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“You’re certainly a deep sleeper, Nobel. Are you sure you used to be a watchdog?” Whiskey asked, preening the area above her yellow eyes.<br />
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There was a low growl, and then a high pitched bark. It was Nobel’s way of laughing. “I’m part Husky, part Doberman, and part mystery mutt, so sometimes I get all messed up about my job. Do I run as fast as I can or do I stand and fight? It’s darned confounding, I say.”<br />
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Although it was dark, Whiskey could see the amusement in Nobel’s light blue eyes. His fur was a mixture of black, tan, and grey, and standing on all fours he would be at least three cats tall. Nobel’s kennel was well-kept, with a thick, comfy blanket set up in front and a pan full of water at the back. He’d been at the shelter for as long as she had, so Whiskey felt a sense of oneness with Nobel, even though he was canine.<br />
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“I smell feline! Feline! Feline! Feline!” a dog from the middle cage barked.<br />
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Nobel rolled his eyes. “You’re dreaming again, Louis. Go back to sleep!”<br />
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Whiskey heard a snort from the big Rottweiler mix, followed by a whine. “Dreaming? Hmm, yup, silly me. Must be dreaming. No felines on the dog floor. Silly me.”<br />
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She heard Louis yawn, fart, and then settle back down on his papered floor. Louis tended to pee in his kennel, so he wasn’t afforded the luxury of a cushy blanket like Nobel’s.<br />
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“Dumb as wood, that one,” Nobel muttered.<br />
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“Yet he trusts you completely,” Whiskey mewed, scratching her chin.<br />
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“That’s because I’m the pack leader. It’s not a choice, you know.”<br />
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The Fairy Falls Animal Shelter is in trouble. Money trouble. It’s up to an old calico cat named Whiskey—a shelter cat who has mastered the skill of observation—to find a new human pack leader so that their home will be saved. With the help of Nobel, the leader of the shelter dogs, the animals set out to use the ancient skill of telepathy to contact any human who bothers to listen to them. Unfortunately for fifteen-year-old Meagan Walsh, she hears them, loud and clear.<br />
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Forced to live with her Aunt Izzy in the safe and quiet town of Fairy Falls, Meagan is caught stealing and is sentenced to do community hours at the animal shelter where her aunt works. Realizing Meagan can hear her, Whiskey realizes that Meagan just might have the pack leader qualities necessary to save the animals. Avoiding Whiskey and the rest of shelter animals becomes impossible for Meagan, so she finally gives in and promises to help them. Meagan, along with her newfound friends, Reid Robertson and Natalie Knight, discover that someone in Fairy Falls is not only out to destroy the shelter, but the animals as well. Can Meagan convince her aunt and co-workers that the animals are in danger? If she fails, then all the animals’ voices will be silenced forever.<br />
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Print Length: 203 pages<br />
Publication Date: June 17, 2017<br />
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Publisher: Mirror World Publishing <a href="http://www.mirrorworldpublishing.com/">http://www.mirrorworldpublishing.com</a><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05001627476288087268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290599939373238795.post-36347103193988376962017-06-05T00:00:00.000-05:002017-06-05T00:00:28.748-05:00Fun Summer #Dessert #recipe from @DominiEastwick @WiccanHausfrom <b>Dominique Eastwick</b><br />
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Here's a fun summer dessert children of all ages will love. I serve this in the backyard from a clean Tonka truck. The kids love it. <br />
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1 lb. of Oreo’s <br />
2 packages vanilla INSTANT pudding <br />
2 cups milk <br />
8oz. cream cheese, softened <br />
12oz. Cool Whip, thawed<br />
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Crush Oreo’s and set aside.<br />
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Mix together pudding, milk, cream cheese, and cool whip. <br />
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Layer the cookies and mixture in a deep bowl, starting and ending with the Oreo's. Chill overnight.<br />
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Use white chocolate pudding instead of vanilla. <br />
Use paper cups, sand buckets, and toy dump trucks for layering to add to the fun. <br />
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<i>The babies are coming… the Wiccan Haus will never be the same.</i><br />
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Things are not as calm at the Wiccan Haus as they usually are. The impending birth of Dana and Rekkus’ cubs has everyone on edge. The last thing anyone wants or expects is a series of uninvited guests. <br />
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Ashlynn Stone hasn’t spoken to her sister Dana since she left for the Wiccan Haus over a year earlier. But when a fluke accident on the fashion runway forces her to seek the healing of the Wiccan Haus, she has no choice but to pack her bags and take the ferry to the island with her family in tow. <br />
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Shadedor has been sent to the Wiccan Haus to assess the situation. But he soon finds more than he expected. His soul mate in need of healing. Can he negotiate the issues of the Wiccan Haus and overcome the walls Ashlynn has built to protect herself. <br />
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As the Haus prepares for the biggest event since it opened, can the siblings find harmony and manage to do what they do best, heal those in need? Or is it too much for them to take? <br />
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He walked. This morning, he had been right next to her, and there had been constant contact. Now they would appear to anyone passing to be complete strangers. “You want to tell me what is going on?”<br />
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“We are attempting to remove all stress from your life in hopes of easing the headaches.”<br />
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“No, with you. If you would prefer to be elsewhere, I can go back to my room and lie down.”<br />
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He stopped. “There is nowhere I would rather be.”<br />
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“Then why are you acting like I have the plague? Was it the kiss earlier?”<br />
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“I overstepped my boundaries this morning. I should not have done so.”<br />
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“I am assisting the staff here in your healing. It is inappropriate for me to come on to you.”<br />
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“Are you on staff here?”<br />
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“No.”<br />
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“That settles it.” She smiled. Closing the distance between them, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I do not know what is going on, but I do know my pain and fears ease when you are near. I don’t claim to understand how you discern all you do, but I am starting to see things here aren’t always black and white, and sometimes I have to have faith and trust.”<br />
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After a brief second of him standing as still as a statue and her wondering if she read too much into this morning’s embrace, he relaxed. His arms snaked around her, pulling her against his hard body. His mouth came down on hers begging her to open for him, demanding she submit to his kiss. She might have started this dance, but he would damned well be leading it.<br />
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Company coming for a cook out? You want to be a part of the party so what’s for dessert? This “whip it together” is perfect for warm summer nights when you just got back from the Farmers’ Market and company is due in the door shortly. Fast cooking is my very favorite way to prepare a meal. I always want to be in on the fun and not in the kitchen.<br />
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<b>Fruit options:</b> Almost any good fresh fruit, but you can change the theme by choosing what kind of fruit. For example Hawaiian Fruit Dessert: papaya, banana, pineapple, and kiwi fruit. <br />
High Summer Fruit Dessert: Peaches, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, small cubes watermelon. <br />
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Fresh fruit, chopped—one cup for every guest and two more for good measure<br />
½ cup lemon juice, bottled juice is fine<br />
2 small containers of yogurt, your choice of fruit flavor or plain, I prefer the creaminess of Greek. <br />
¾ cup granulated sugar<br />
½ cup lemon juice <br />
1 tbsp. chopped mint, optional<br />
1 cap vanilla flavoring added to ¼ cup water<br />
1 frozen Sara Lee pound cake which you just took out of your freezer in case you had to whip up a dessert at the last minute<br />
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So four for company? Carefully chop 6 cups of fruit. Stir in lemon juice. Fruit can be prepared the night before and refrigerated.<br />
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Blend sugar, lemon juice, mint, vanilla water to chopped fruit. Gently stir so as not to tear the fruit apart. Fold yogurt carefully into fruit. Refrigerate until ready to serve. <br />
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Slice the cake just before serving and lay on your prettiest dessert saucers (or paper plates). Spoon the fruit over the cake slices. Add generous dollops of whipped cream or a small scoop vanilla ice cream. <br />
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Voila! Now grab a glass of wine and join that lively party on the patio. You are a culinary genius. <br />
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During the 1800’s this type dish would be only one of several “removes” served at a large house party during an elegant summer supper while the guests conversed wittily with their table companions. Elizabeth had been a young girl in her first introduction to company when she fell in love with a handsome man known to her only as Richard. Thus begins a tale of romance enjoyed, gone awry, suffered and finally won. Here’s a little from my recent Regency Romance release with Elisabeth and Richard.<br />
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Elisabeth is a lively young lady ripe for adventure. She’s lived the sheltered life of the privileged during the Regency era of the 1800’s and is on the cusp of entering society when she joins her older sister at a house party. On the enormous estate in the spreading mansion of a duke, she mistakes her host for the fat squire down the road. Thus begins an adventure which is against all her training. She knows her mother would not approve. Was that half the intrigue of meeting a stranger in private? <br />
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The handsome but incognito Richard Hawlester, Duke of Roderick, weary of toad-eating house guests, engages in a serious flirtation with young Elisabeth Barrows, who is primed for an exciting adventure. Mistaking the fat squire for the duke, she holds her secret relationship with a man known only as Richard, Nobel Rescuer, close to a tender heart while discovering love for the first time. <br />
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Elisabeth’s trust seems irrevocably lost when the duke’s actual identity is revealed. Realizing his mistake, Roderick begins an earnest, dangerous, and often hilarious campaign to convince her of his love. Elisabeth ponders whether true love can overcome the loss of trust between two people, even as danger presents in the guise of a vile, undesirable suitor, while a wicked assassin makes an attempt on the life of the duke. Trust broken can never be regained, or can it?<br />
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What does one wear to a secret assignation?” she wondered, smoothing her gown. When her maid entered the room, Elisabeth dismissed her with the same excuse of a headache. She actually made ready to put her head on her pillow until the maid left. She laughed quietly to herself and felt somewhat guilty. It was almost impossible to stay still with her heart thumping hard in her chest. After waiting for what seemed to be hours but was in reality mere minutes, she sat up and smoothed her hair, despairing of the wisps of curls that always escaped her efforts to tame them.<br />
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The guests were gathered in the front parlor, but she peeked carefully out the door just in case. She would make her way by the back stairs, which she hoped would lead her to the garden. Quickly she descended and stepped, as she suspected, directly into the beginnings of the garden. Statues of various gods loomed whitely in the twilight. The tinkle of running water alerted her of the nearness of a small frog pond. She knew her way from there and walked confidently forward. She almost screamed when an arm reached out and encircled her waist.<br />
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“Shhh…little one. It is only I, Richard, your Noble Rescuer.” He laughed softly and rubbed his face gently in her hair as he held her close. She twisted around to look up into his eyes but could not read his thoughts in the dim light. He released her and caught her hand, pulling her gently with him around the hedge and back to that private floral bower, borrowed once more from their host.<br />
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At his urging, she settled on a white garden bench which nestled against a flowering vine. Heady night fragrances enveloped her as she looked up into the handsome face of her friend. He gazed back at her but then paced a step or two back.<br />
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“I have things to say, sweetness. Please do not be upset when I use words I know are improper. Let us be two different people for tonight. What say you?” He stepped closer, but still did not join her on the bench.<br />
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Elisabeth waited for what she knew not. She was content to be this close to one for whom she had such feelings. She nodded. Why did she trust him so implicitly? She only knew she did. Perhaps it was because she enjoyed an enchanted night in a magic room with a handsome man who called her pet names. This was not real life, but she could not give up the thought that magic existed, especially for those who were in love. Surrounding her was a fairy garden which glowed with moonlight under the watchful eyes of stone guardians. Perhaps they came to life when the sunlight faded?<br />
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She inhaled sharply and clasped her hands together in her lap when he settled himself on the bench, their shoulders touching. His unique scent wrapped around her, causing her head to spin with excitement. As he turned toward her, he reached out with his arm, first touching her shoulder with his hand, and then folding around it. She did not stop herself from leaning toward him, although briefly she did try. The prickling of her conscience was like a buzzing, annoying gnat she could easily dismiss. Elisabeth was mesmerized by an intoxicating spell she never wanted to end. Richard leaned closer pulling her gently forward.<br />
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When I began writing <a href="http://sharonledwith.com/books.html"><i>The Last Timekeepers</i></a> <i>Time Travel</i> series, I wrote it with the intention of creating a nostalgic, good old days feeling to take tweens and teens (and hopefully many adults too) on an adventure in time that would keep them reading, smiling, and begging for more books. That said, I made sure that each book also included a scene involving food to allow my characters a chance to rest and mull over what has taken place so far during their Timekeeper mission—think family chats at the dinner table after a long day or those Sunday family get-togethers at supper. Call me sentimental, but there’s something about mixing food with a fun read! <br />
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This recipe is among one of my favorites my mother used to prepare for family get-togethers or the holidays. With a melt-in-your-mouth texture, this dish is sure to put a smile on any face—even those who cringe at the thought of broccoli or cauliflower on their plates. Easy to prepare with a prep time of fifteen minutes and cook time of approximately sixty minutes, this supreme cheesy feast serves around six of your famished family members or hungry guests.<br />
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Bunch of Broccoli<br />
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Cut broccoli and cauliflower into bite size pieces. Drop into a pot of cold water. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Drain the vegetables well and set aside.<br />
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Fry mushrooms lightly in butter until browned. <br />
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Empty cans of soup into a saucepan and add one can of half and half cream. Stir until smooth. Set stove to medium heat. Stirring frequently, bring the mixture just to the boil.<br />
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Place vegetables in lightly greased casserole dish. Pour mushrooms and soup mixture over the vegetables. Garnish with paprika if desired. <br />
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Cover with foil. Bake for 30 minutes. Remove foil to brown, then cook for another 20-30 minutes. Serve and enjoy.<br />
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Learn more about <b>Sharon Ledwith</b> on her <a href="http://www.sharonledwith.com/"><b>website</b></a> and <a href="http://sharonledwith.blogspot.com/"><b>blog</b></a>. Stay connected on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/seledwith"><b>Facebook</b></a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/?iid=am-82952056813386643146889016&nid=23+following_user&uid=525750371&utm_content=profile#!/sharonledwith"><b>Twitter</b></a>, <a href="https://plus.google.com/+SharonLedwith/posts"><b>Google+</b></a>, <a href="https://www.blogger.com/www.goodreads.com/author/show/5821744.Sharon_Ledwith"><b>Goodreads</b></a>, and <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/167502"><b>Smashwords</b></a>. Look up her <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sharon-Ledwith/e/B0084DUHJO"><b>Amazon Author page</b></a> for a list of current books. Be sure to check out THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS TIME TRAVEL SERIES <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Last-Timekeepers-Time-Travel-Series/373953795955372">Facebook page</a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05001627476288087268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290599939373238795.post-82760776244566898742017-05-08T00:00:00.000-05:002017-05-08T00:00:24.975-05:00#CoverReveal for Lost and Found by @sharonledwith @MirrorWorldPub @Saphs_Books<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Fairy Falls was bores-ville from the get-go. Then the animals started talking... </i></div>
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Sharon Ledwith has a brand new series coming in June 2017 and today I am revealing the cover to you!</div>
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Kindle File Size: 667 KB<br />
Print Length: 203 pages<br />
Publisher: Mirror World Publishing; 1 edition<br />
Publication Date: June 17, 2017<br />
ASIN: B0713S1DCR<br />
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The Fairy Falls Animal Shelter is in trouble. <i>Money</i> trouble. It’s up to an old calico cat named Whiskey—a shelter cat who has mastered the skill of observation—to find a new human pack leader so that their home will be saved. With the help of Nobel, the leader of the shelter dogs, the animals set out to use the ancient skill of telepathy to contact any human who bothers to listen to them. Unfortunately for fifteen-year-old Meagan Walsh, she hears them, loud and clear. </div>
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Forced to live with her Aunt Izzy in the safe and quiet town of Fairy Falls, Meagan is caught stealing and is sentenced to do community hours at the animal shelter where her aunt works. Realizing Meagan can hear her, Whiskey realizes that Meagan just might have the pack leader qualities necessary to save the animals. Avoiding Whiskey and the rest of shelter animals becomes impossible for Meagan, so she finally gives in and promises to help them. Meagan, along with her newfound friends, Reid Robertson and Natalie Knight, discover that someone in Fairy Falls is not only out to destroy the shelter, but the animals as well. Can Meagan convince her aunt and co-workers that the animals are in danger? If she fails, then all the animals’ voices will be silenced forever.</div>
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Sharon Ledwith is the author of the middle-grade/young adult time travel adventure series, THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS, and the teen psychic mystery series, MYSTERIOUS TALES FROM FAIRY FALLS. When not writing, researching, or revising, she enjoys reading, exercising, anything arcane, and an occasional dram of scotch. Sharon lives a serene, yet busy life in a southern tourist region of Ontario, Canada, with her hubby, one spoiled yellow Labrador and a moody calico cat.</div>
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Learn more about Sharon Ledwith on her <a href="http://www.sharonledwith.com/">WEBSITE</a> and <a href="http://sharonledwith.blogspot.ca/">BLOG</a>. Look up her <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sharon-Ledwith/e/B0084DUHJO">AMAZON AUTHOR</a> page for a list of current books. Stay connected on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/seledwith">FACEBOOK</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/sharonledwith">TWITTER</a>, <a href="https://plus.google.com/116758820349834035390#116758820349834035390/posts">GOOGLE+</a>, and <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5821744.Sharon_Ledwith">GOODREADS</a>.<br />
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Author Tagline: <i>Escape to the past and have a blast.</i><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05001627476288087268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290599939373238795.post-78507219697314563452017-05-05T00:00:00.000-05:002017-05-07T21:49:51.886-05:00#BookTour Book 2 #newrelease The Sun God's Heir: Rebirth by Elliott Baker @saphs_books<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Title: The Sun God's Heir: Rebirth, Book 2</div>
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Author Name: Elliott Baker</div>
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Genre(s): Historical Fiction, Fantasy</div>
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Release Date: April 18, 2017</div>
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The Count of Monte Cristo meets ancient Egypt in this riveting sequel to The Sun God’s Heir: Return.</div>
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Set during the wave tossed years of white slavery and Barbary pirates, this is the epic story of René Gilbert, a journey that defies time as he must draw on a larger awareness earned in previous lifetimes.</div>
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The plague’s dark fingers curl around Bordeaux. René must return home to save those he loves. But first he has to escape a Moroccan sultan’s clutches. In Bordeaux, an enemy waits, filled with a hatred three thousand years old. Only René can defeat this dark power, and only if he reclaims his own ancient past. In this arena, death is but the least of failure’s penalties.</div>
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Award winning novelist and international playwright Elliott Baker grew up in Jacksonville, Florida. With four musicals and one play published and produced in the United States, New Zealand, Portugal, England, and Canada, Elliott is pleased to release his first novels. <i>The Sun God’s Heir: Return</i>, book one of the trilogy, was released this past January, and book two, <i>Rebirth</i> will come out on April 18<sup>th</sup>, followed in July by the third and final book of the series, <i>Redemption</i>. A member of the Authors Guild and the Dramatists Guild, Elliott lives in New Hampshire with his wife Sally Ann.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05001627476288087268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290599939373238795.post-45143946266229094072017-05-01T00:00:00.000-05:002017-05-01T00:00:10.432-05:00Angels Abound with Love by @EMMAJLANE #inspirationalThe incomparable <b>Janis Lane</b> has stretched out of her comfort zone into a new genre with her delightful new release <b>Angels Abound with Love</b>. Here is a brief introduction for your reading pleasure.<br />
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In a small town, a series of mysterious coincidences tests and strengthens the faith of a group of friends and neighbors. Love is in the air.<br />
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A handsome detective is too busy with his good works to ask for help either from his church, friends or his God. When he encounters the lovely Doc Cathy his horizons expand beyond his wildest imagination, and he suddenly remembers to include his most powerful partner. Love is the message.<br />
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“She’s a doctor just like Doc Smitty. I’m sure you can trust her. She probably goes to hockey games too.” Mark Mallory turned his attention to the delicate face gazing solemnly down at him and felt a slight jolt to his constitution as if he’d put his finger near an electric outlet. He hastily stood, tugged on his well-worn t-shirt and brushed his hand over his close-cropped hair. It immediately sprang back into curled disarray. <br />
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“I’m standing in for his mom,” he stated quickly. “She called and asked me to bring Robbie to you. She’s on her way.<br />
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“I heard there’s a new doctor taking over for Doc Smitty. Welcome to town.” He shook her hand, feeling foolish as she looked steadily up at him; her calm gray-blue eyes, heavily fringed with dark lashes, seemed to be taking his measure. She was a little bit of a thing, he thought absently, but somehow her height failed to diminish her authority. He hadn’t expected such an attractive young woman to be standing in for old Doc Smith and belatedly regretted his sweaty T-shirt and well-worn jeans. Was that his big toe peeking out of his sneakers? How did that happen? He tried to tuck one shoe behind the other and hoped she wouldn’t notice. <br />
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Driving home to Aunt Serena and little Elisa, who was hopefully to be her new foster child, Cathy reviewed her day--a quite extraordinary day. Meeting the congenial policeman put a smile on her face—he was one handsome hunk and… now was no time to be distracted by a good looking detective even if it was obvious he spent time working out. Policemen probably needed well developed muscles to help them catch criminals—and to keep themselves healthy. She, a new, and maybe temporary foster parent (she didn’t know yet) needed to keep her thoughts centered. No time for flirting with the local police. <br />
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She was still astounded by her impulsive offer this morning to take charge of a four year old orphan in need of a foster home. She almost gasped at her own temerity, but the thought of providing urgent shelter to the tiny girl-child pleased her. She knew her aunt would welcome the tot as well. There was lots of room in that comfortable, rambling older and well-lived-in home where she and her brothers had grown up. <br />
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“Where there is love, there also shall be God,” she sang softly, the tone of her voice pealing like the soft, tinkling tones of a far away, crystal bell.<br />
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Inside the woman leaned forward, her heart filled with empathy for the misery of the child. As the doctor spoke impulsively to the social worker, the angel smiled and floated upwards, the halo around her head fading as she ascended into the clouds and turned into a shining pallet of colors, which disappeared into the arch of a distant rainbow. <br />
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Inside the building the doctor wondered at her uncharacteristic and impulsive boldness, but would not rescind her offer. She had love to give and this little girl needed to be loved. Cathy became cognizant of an extreme sense of serenity and well-being. Briefly she wondered at it, but not finding a particular cause, blithely and casually accredited it, quite correctly, as a gift from God and went on with her work.<br />
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She lives in Western New York where winter is snowy, spring arrives with rave reviews, summer days are long and velvet, and fall leaves are riotous in color. At long last she enjoys the perfect bow window for her desk where she is treated to a year-round panoramic view of nature. Her computer opens up a fourth fascinating window to the world. Her patient husband is always available to help with a plot twist and encourage Emma to never quit. Her day job is working with flowers at <b>Herbtique and Plant Nursery</b>, the nursery she and her son own. <br />
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Look for information about writing and plants on Emma's new <a href="http://emmajlane.com/"><b>website</b></a>. Leave a comment or a gardening question and put a smile on Emma's face.<br />
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Stay connected to Emma on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000338539637&fref=ts"><b>Facebook</b></a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/EMMAJLANE"><b>Twitter</b></a>. Be sure to check out the things that make Emma smile on <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/emmajlane/things-that-make-me-smile/"><b>Pinterest</b></a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05001627476288087268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290599939373238795.post-3538873297432731052017-04-27T00:00:00.000-05:002017-04-27T00:00:16.178-05:00Sugar Cookie #recipe from @sharonledwith #timetravelfrom <b>Sharon Ledwith</b><br />
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In the second book of <i>The Last Timekeepers</i> young adult time travel series, <b>The Last Timekeepers and the Dark Secret</b>, Treena Mui attempts to soothe the time traveling troops’ appetites by baking them a batch of sugar cookies using her family’s secret recipe. The problem is she mistakenly used salt as the main ingredient instead of sugar. It really wasn’t her fault—all the jars were marked in Dutch. Poor Jordan is still trying to wash the taste out of his mouth!<br />
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So to correct this, I thought I’d share Treena Mui’s mouth-watering sugar cookie recipe to give you a taste of what the Timekeepers missed out on their undercover mission in Amsterdam during World War II. With a prep time of 20 minutes and cook time of 8 minutes, you don’t need to be a genius or a secret agent to figure out that it takes less than a half an hour to feed your own army!<br />
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1 ½ tsp. baking powder<br />
½ tsp. salt<br />
1 cup of white sugar<br />
1 cup butter<br />
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3 tbsp. cream<br />
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While you’re waiting for those cookies to cool, take a time out and give yourself a well-deserved break. So sit back, prop up your feet, and open a book you’ve been meaning to read. Why not pick up one of <i>The Last Timekeepers</i> adventures, and peruse the latest mission with Treena and her time traveling cohorts?<br />
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<i>Only a true hero can shine the light in humanity’s darkest time.</i><br />
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Fourteen year-old Jordan Jensen always considered himself a team player on and off the field, until the second Timekeeper mission lands him in Amsterdam during World War Two. Pulled into the world of espionage, torture, and intolerance, Jordan and the rest of the Timekeepers have no choice but to stay one step ahead of the Nazis in order to find and protect a mysterious book.<br />
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With the help of the Dutch Resistance, an eccentric baron, Nordic runes, and an ancient volume originating from Atlantis, Jordan must learn that it takes true teamwork, trust, and sacrifice to keep time safe from the evils of fascism. Can Jordan find the hero within to conquer the darkness surrounding the Timekeepers? If he doesn’t, then the terrible truth of what the Nazis did will never see the light of day.<br />
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“I wonder what else is down here.” Drake beamed his cell phone across the basement, hitting jars of jams, pickles, and relishes. His stomach growled.<br />
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Jordan pulled the cheese from his pocket and handed it to Drake. “Trade you for your phone.”<br />
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“Best. Trade. Ever.” Drake passed his phone to Jordan.<br />
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Jordan walked over and grabbed a jar of pickles off the dusty shelf. At least they wouldn’t arrive at the baron’s place hungry. He hoped his uncle had managed to stop Amanda’s bleeding. His hand tightened over the jar, the ridges of the lid cutting into his palm. A scrape from behind the shelves made Jordan jump.<br />
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“Hello?” he asked, pushing jars aside. He flashed the cell phone into the small, dark area.<br />
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“Who ya talking to, Jordan?” Drake asked with his mouth full of cheese.<br />
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“Shhh, Drake.” Jordan listened. Hearing nothing, he shrugged and turned back around.<br />
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“I thought I heard—” Jordan stopped and pointed the phone at Ravi. His jaw dropped. “A-Are you serious, Sharma?”<br />
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Drake spat out his cheese, snorting with laughter.<br />
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“Is there a problem?” Ravi asked, tying the bowtie of his tuxedo.<br />
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“You look like a penguin with attitude!” Drake slapped his knee.<br />
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“Say what you want, but I’m glad we didn’t hit the cleaners on the way to school now,” Ravi replied, pulling down his sleeves, “or else I wouldn’t have these dry clothes.”<br />
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Jordan chuckled. Suddenly, he heard a door creak open, followed by heavy footsteps squeaking down the stairs. Panicking, Jordan stuffed Drake’s phone in his track suit jacket’s pocket and waved Drake over by the shelves. Drake slipped behind Jordan just in time, before the small light bulb above the bottom of the stairs clicked on. Jordan swallowed hard. There, staring directly at Ravi was a portly man in a blood-stained apron. Tufts of blond hair sprouted from the sides of his balding head. His brown trousers were pulled up past his waist, making him resemble an evil garden gnome. In one of his hands, he held a huge butcher knife, its blade flecked with blood.<br />
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Wielding the knife, the man pointed at Ravi. “Who are you?”<br />
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Ravi licked his thick lips nervously. “The name’s Bond. James Bond.”<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05001627476288087268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290599939373238795.post-78810690183544071012017-04-21T00:00:00.000-05:002017-04-21T00:00:51.409-05:00Free love, hippies and Woodstock with @AuthorCDHersh #secondchanceromanceStep back in time with <b>C.D. Hersh</b> to an era when free love, hippies, and Woodstock filled a generation with hope for a better world. <b><i>Can't Stop the Music</i></b> is contemporary romance, with just the right touch of paranormal, that brings back memories both sweet and a little painful. So grab your love beads, turn up the volume, and settle in for one hellova a good read.<br />
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For college senior and hippie wannabe Rosemary—Rose for short—a teaching job is within her grasp, but she wants more. She wants love, the kind of love that has bound her parents for so many years. When she’s dumped by her current boyfriend because her morals can’t bring her to give in to free love, she finds herself at Woodstock in the middle of the biggest free-love music festival of the Sixties. Alone, again. Until a magical tree grants her wish and she finds the man of her dreams—and loses him before she really knows who he is.<br />
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Dakota meets the girl of his dreams at Woodstock, but a jealous wannabe girlfriend drives them apart before he can discover Rose’s last name and where she comes from. After he sees a disappearing tree that promises him true love, a frantic search to find Rose comes up empty-handed.<br />
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As they made their way to the festival site, Rose and her friends grooved to the music coming from the stage. When they reached the makeshift bridge over the road, someone yelled, “Hey beautiful! You with the red hair.”<br />
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She looked around to see if there was anyone else with red hair. Then she glanced up and spotted two guys, one blond and the other dark-haired, leaning over the side of the bridge.<br />
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“Yeah, you,” the blond called out as he caught her gaze.<br />
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Willow halted beside her. “He’s cute. How about him?”<br />
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Rose looked away, her gaze landing on the other guy.<br />
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He jabbed his companion in the ribs. “Quit trying to pick up every girl you see.” Then he leaned farther over the rail. “Don’t pay any attention to him. He’s high.”<br />
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“So she’s not beautiful?” Willow yelled to the hippie.<br />
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She poked her friend. “Stop it, Willow, you’re making a scene.” In spite of her protest, her gaze remained on the dark-haired guy.<br />
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He rested his elbows on the rail and stared back at her. The intensity of his expression shot heat into her belly.<br />
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“I didn’t say that, just that she shouldn’t pay attention to him.” He flapped a hand at his blond buddy, then tapped his own chest with his thumb several times as if to say, ‘Choose me!’<br />
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Does he want me to pay attention to him? Her heart thumped in rhythm to his jabbing thumb.<br />
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“Take that one,” Willow whispered. “He’s the real cutie.”<br />
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Before she could respond, the crowd pushed them forward. When they reached the other side of the bridge, she looked back, searching for the dark-haired hippie, but the spot where he’d stood was empty.<br />
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Just my luck. I see someone who’s intriguing and he disappears.<br />
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Putting words and stories on paper is second nature to co-authors <b>C.D. Hersh</b>. They’ve written separately since they were teenagers and discovered their unique, collaborative abilities in the mid-90s. As high school sweethearts and husband and wife, Catherine and Donald believe in true love and happily ever after.<br />
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The books of their paranormal romance series entitled <i>The Turning Stone Chronicles</i> are available on Amazon. They also have a short Christmas story, <b>Kissing Santa</b>, in a Christmas anthology titled Sizzle in the Snow: Soul Mate Christmas Collection, with seven other authors.<br />
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to sound jovial when addressing the sour-face postmaster. “How’re the kids?
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">“Har, har,” Sam replied in a flat
monotone, barely looking up enough to glance over the edge of his half-moon
glasses. “Like you care. I don’t even know why you bother to stop in here,
you’re just going to throw out the letter from your mother without even reading
it.”<span style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px;"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;"></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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answering, reaching below his desk to pull out a familiar-looking manilla
envelope to hold it out to Reginald. He did all of this without taking his eyes
from the newspaper article he was reading. Leaning forward, Reginald took note
of the headline:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px;">Kevlan Warship Spotted Off the Eastern Coast
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our modern day boogeyman. Sure, relations with Kevla aren’t great, but one ship
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Reginald took the proffered letter and ignored the wastebasket this time in
favour of stuffing it into the breast pocket of his sailor’s jacket. Sam didn’t
seem to notice the change in Reginald’s routine, or if he did, he simply did
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">“So if anyone comes this way looking for
passage, you’ll direct them along then, right, Sam?” Reginald fought to get
Sam’s attention one last time even as he backed away, intent on the door.
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">“A Priestess,” Sam finished for him
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I know more about Priestesses than you do. I’ll send them to you if anyone is
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05001627476288087268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290599939373238795.post-54608359019258504962017-04-17T00:00:00.000-05:002017-04-17T00:00:26.101-05:00DOLCE - Italian for Sweet #Ricotta #cookies #recipe @aliciajauthorDOLCE - Italian for Sweet<br />
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from <b>Alicia Joseph</b><br />
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And that's just what this dessert recipe for one of my favorite cookies is, sweet and so good. I know you all will love them. Not only are they tasty, but they are easy to whip up. Make a double batch because they won't last long when your family gets a taste.<br />
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2 sticks margarine<br />
1 lb Ricotta<br />
3 eggs<br />
2 tsp. Vanilla<br />
4 cups flour<br />
1 tsp. baking soda<br />
1 tsp. salt<br />
2 cups sugar<br />
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Preheat 350 degrees° F. <br />
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Mix all ingredients together. Drop onto lightly greased pan by tablespoonful.<br />
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Bake 12-15 minutes.<br />
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Powder sugar<br />
Vanilla extract <br />
Milk<br />
Sprinkles, optional<br />
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Mix the three ingredients to your desired consistency. Spread on cooled cookies.<br />
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Madison Andrews has spent her entire life ~unsuccessfully~ searching for love. She begins having vivid dreams of the same woman every night, and soon, Madison believes this woman is the love she has been searching for. Madison's dreams become more intense and she realizes the dreams she's having recreate moments taken from actual events from her life ~~ and this woman is there for all of it. Madison searches for her, but how can she find a woman she knows everything about... and yet nothing? She doesn't even know her name.<br />
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Now, I laid down my fork and leaned into my seat. I knew she didn’t want to talk about this anymore, but I did. “This all sounds crazy to you, and maybe in the beginning, it was something to joke about, but now, I’m not sure. These pictures were taken directly out of my life, and this woman was in every one of them. You can’t tell me I just dreamed it from memory, because my memory isn’t that good! The photos were identical all the way from the clothes we wore, to the smile on our faces. Hell, even the background was the same! She was the only thing that was different. How could that be?”<br />
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I stared at her, waiting for a response as she took it all in.<br />
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“Like I said on the phone, I just don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not sure what you’re asking me. Is it weird? Yeah, totally, but I’m no dream expert, and neither are you. Like I said before, maybe it’s your subconscious taking over. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation, and it probably has some fancy scientific name.”<br />
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“She’s my wife,” I said flatly. “I saw a picture of us from our wedding, and we looked like we belonged together. We know each other. I mean, really know each other. I wish you could see us together, because you’ve never seen me this way with anyone before.”<br />
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“And what way is that?”<br />
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“In love,” I answered.<br />
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“In love,” Shelly repeated and then pushed herself away from the table.<br />
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“Well, Maddy, me seeing you with her is something that will never happen. Do you wanna know why that will never happen?”<br />
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“I know why you think that will never happen, but that’s where you’re<br />
wrong.” I stared at her and said, “I’m just gonna come out and say it. I think she’s real.”<br />
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Shelly took a deep breath and pored over her food. “Maddy, Maddy, Maddy. What are you saying? This is crazy! I’m back to thinking these dreams are about your mom, because this is way beyond not getting laid. You lost a woman you loved, you miss her, and now you’re trying to replace all those things you miss about her with this other woman.”<br />
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Shaking my head, I said, “If this was just about me missing my mom,<br />
then why wouldn’t I just dream of my mom? There’d be no reason for this<br />
woman to be in my dreams if it were just about my mom.”<br />
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I watched a look of frustration cross Shelly’s face as she ran a hand<br />
through her hair. “You said you were at your dad’s today. How’s he doing?”<br />
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“Wow, that was a very obvious subject change,” I pointed out.<br />
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“I’m sorry, Maddy, but I’m having a real hard time digesting this food and your dreams at the same time. I need a fucking break.”<br />
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“Fine, but don’t use my dad as an excuse to change the subject.”<br />
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She touched my arm. “I’m serious. How’s he doing?”<br />
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I looked at her. “He’s desperately lost without her, and I don’t know how to make him better. Of course, I knew it would be hard for him to move on, but I thought eventually he would.”<br />
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“Maddy, it’s only been eight months. Give the man some time.”<br />
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“But he’s only getting worse. She was the love of his life, and he can’t live without her. Until I started having these dreams, I’ve never experienced that kind of love before and what it felt like to have someone to come home to, or someone to comfort you while you cry in their arms and take care of you when you lose your mom to cancer. The love he misses is the love I have with this woman.”<br />
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Shelly kicked the chair out from underneath her and came toward me. “What are you saying?” she yelled. “That you love this woman the same way your father loved your mom? Madison, that is ridiculous. It is not the same!”<br />
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I shoved myself away from the table and stormed across the room. “Maybe not here, in real life, but in my dreams it is! We were married! I saw the picture of us. We had a life together. We’d known each other a long time. I can feel it. Hell, my brother graduated from the academy eleven years ago, and she was in the pictures! Eleven years ago!” I stopped and took a deep breath. “If you could see these pictures, you’d understand. It isn’t just about the mere fact that she was in them, but it’s about how close she looked with my family. She was a part of my life.”<br />
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Shelly cocked her head and gave me a challenging look. “So you’ve known each other for a long time, you and this woman in your dreams. The two of you shared some great life together, yet you don’t even know her name. Madison, real people have names.”<br />
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To read more of <b>HER NAME</b>, please click onto <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/1511495723"><b>Amazon</b></a>.<br />
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<b>Alicia Joseph</b> grew up in Westchester, Illinois. Her first novella, <b>Her Name</b>, was published by Musa Publishing in 2014. <b>Her Name</b> is a sweet, romantic story about a woman who believes the beautiful woman she dreams about is the real love of her life. <br />
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<b>Loving Again</b> is her second published novella. Alicia is currently working on a new novel called <b>A Penny on the Tracks</b>, a coming of age story about love and friendship. Alicia has many works-in-progress that she hopes to finish soon. <br />
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When she is not writing, Alicia enjoys volunteering with animals, rooting for her favorite sports teams, and playing “awesome aunt” to her nine nieces and nephews. <br />
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Learn more about <b>Alicia Joseph</b> on her <a href="http://aliciajoseph.com/"><b>blog</b></a>. Stay connected on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Alicia-Joseph-1444411879162094/timeline/"><b>Facebook</b></a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/JosephJody76"><b>Twitter</b></a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05001627476288087268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290599939373238795.post-17017412370859127852017-04-13T00:00:00.000-05:002017-04-13T00:00:24.402-05:00Add a Little Wicked to Your Date Night @leigh_goff #strawberries #chocolateby <b>Leigh Goff</b><br />
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The strawberry. Could there be a more perfect food for lovers? It is as red and heart-shaped as a Valentine and also a symbol of the goddess of love herself, Venus. According to folklore, if a double strawberry is halved and shared with the target of your affection, you will fall in love with each other. <br />
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Here is a wickedly delicious recipe that even Sophie, my sixteen year-old witch protagonist from my debut fantasy romance, Disenchanted, would make for her true love using fresh strawberries picked from her aunt’s enchanted garden. Please enjoy the excerpt that follows. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Wickedly Delicious Strawberries</b></span><br />
2 pints strawberries, with stems if possible<br />
1½ cups semi-sweet chocolate chips (or milk chocolate chips)<br />
2 tbsp. corn syrup<br />
6 tbsp. butter<br />
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Wash strawberries and pat dry. Place on paper towels until they reach room temperature.<br />
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Melt chocolate chips, corn syrup, and butter in a double boiler, stirring occasionally. <br />
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Remove from heat and dip each strawberry into chocolate, coating ⅔ of berry. Allow excess chocolate to drip off into pan.<br />
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Place stem side down on waxed paper covered baking pan or cookie sheet. Refrigerate until set, about 15-20 minutes. <br />
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Yields approximately 28 strawberries.<br />
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Recipe courtesy of <a href="http://www.food.com/recipe/chocolate-covered-strawberries-29413"><b>Food.com</b></a> <br />
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Here's the excerpt to enjoy while your strawberries are chilling.<br />
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He grinned his seductive grin, letting me glimpse his dangerous streak. Most likely a family trait and I had to make sure I didn’t forget it was there. He did seem different from them, not as affected from the poison running through their veins. <br />
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“I’m curious about you.” <br />
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My heart pleaded with my head to ignore the doubts and questions, to be in the moment and believe it was possible. “I love my garden, but this is what I like the most about Wethersfield. Right here. Where the star-crossed lovers are buried. Their story...well, it’s an interesting one.” <br />
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His lips pursed. He drew back, dejected. “Their story? Their story is a tragedy. One of many in the Mather family history.” <br />
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“The end is tragic, but it’s still a love story and this tree...” I raised my hand, admiring its lushness. “It’s a symbol of their forbidden love. Centuries with no berries and now look at it.” The mulberry swayed with the breeze as if it were dancing. The branches flaunted multitudes of pale, red berry clusters that had begun to ripen for the first time. I liked to think the tree was finally done mourning, but I had no idea why it picked this year of all its three hundred plus years. <br />
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“You sound like you believe in happy endings.” <br />
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“I want to. Don’t you?” He was kind of young to be tainted, I thought. My mind drifted to the possibility he had been jilted by a beautiful duchess during his time in London. <br />
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“Like I said, I come from a long line of tragedy in my family.” <br />
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I bit my lip for a second. He was right about that. For as long as we knew his family, they had been dropping dead, and usually in the prime of their lives, except for the really mean ones like the reverend, and his father and Zeke. “You know you have to fight for your own happy ending. You have to will it to happen.” <br />
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His eyes held mine, leaving me breathless again. I struggled to think straight. <br />
“I’d bet you’re good at willing things to happen.”<br />
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A tendril of sable hair tickled my cheek. I brushed it away. “I’m good at making mistakes. Lots of mistakes.” <br />
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His eyebrows furrowed with disbelief. “You make it rain flower petals, yet you wallow in self-pity?” <br />
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He was aware I created the storm of blossoms. Crud. Of course, he was. There was no good explanation for it. My stomach sank. “I...uh...uh.” <br />
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He grinned, not fazed at all by what I could do. “How would you feel about having me as a friend, Sophie?” <br />
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My heart fluttered when he said my name, but I glanced at him curiously, not understanding what he was offering. “I choose my friends carefully.” I thought back to my dream last night. I wasn’t afraid of him, but how could I trust him? <br />
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He grimaced from my pause. His threw his hands out in front of him. “Look, I know you hate my family. And we haven’t exactly gotten along swimmingly, but I was thinking, it might be easier for both of us if we could find some middle ground.” <br />
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Incredulity colored my tone. “You want to be friends?” <br />
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“Why not?” he replied.<br />
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I shook my head. “Surprisingly weird.”<br />
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“Me?”<br />
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“Your suggestion.” <br />
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“It’s not weird at all.” He extended his hand to me as if he were serious. “Shake on it.” <br />
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My heart yearned for his touch, but it wrestled against the logic from my head. “I can’t.” I glanced around, knowing that since the Wethersfield Witch Trials, minus the rare exceptions, witches were forbidden to enter into any kind of a relationship with ordinaries, especially the Mathers. “This is crazy. Our families are enemies and...and I hate you.” My lips tingled from the devil’s bit, confirming what I already felt. It was a lie. I didn’t hate him at all. In fact, I feared it was the opposite. “Tell me what you really want from me.” I subtly pointed my finger in his direction. “Verum,” I whispered in a hushed voice, attempting to cast a truth spell on him. The magic trickled out. I watched for a change in his focus, but as I watched him, a heart shape carved into the bark of the mulberry’s tree trunk behind him. My eyes popped. I closed my mouth, still staring at the engraving. “Wha?” I uttered in disbelief. Mishaps were guaranteed when I was near him.<br />
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“What do I want from you?” he repeated back to me, unaware of my fail. <br />
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I averted my eyes, feeling ridiculous.<br />
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“I want you to be you. You’ve got everyone thinking you’re thoroughly <br />
ordinary when you’re the farthest thing from it.”<br />
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I peered up at his beautiful face from beneath my lashes. Did he see <br />
through me? Did he really know what I was? “What would your father think about you wanting to be my friend?”<br />
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“It’s no one’s business but ours.” <br />
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“Ours? Like you and me together?” My brow crinkled. “A secret friendship?” I tried to ignore my quickening pulse. Everything in me wanted to believe him. My head railed against the idea. I would be breaking rules and there would be consequences. <br />
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He stepped closer. “I think we’re both good at keeping secrets. Why not one more?” <br />
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I swallowed hard. “You seem to have everything, including a terror for a brother who’s got your back. Why do you need a friend?” <br />
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“Everyone needs a friend.” <br />
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He held his hand out, wanting me to shake it while his eyes held me tight. In that moment, dizziness crept in and an overwhelming feeling of falling from a cliff followed. The intensity of it scared me. I put my hand up in a stop motion and pressed my other hand to my stomach, hoping the plummeting sensation would pass. I backed away. My head and heart tore away at each other. “I can’t do this.” <br />
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His face bore a forlorn expression. “You’re right. I’m playing with fire, a bad habit of mine. This was stupid of me. I’m sorry.”<br />
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Curiosity creased in my brow. “What do you mean ‘playing with fire’?” <br />
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His eyes, holding tight to his secret, burned through me. “I mean you. I’m pretending I can control something that’s out of my control. I can’t be around you without getting burned, yet I’m completely drawn to you.” He parted his soft lips. “Like a moth to the flame.” <br />
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<b>Leigh Goff</b> loves writing young adult fiction with elements of magic and romance because it's also what she liked to read. Born and raised on the East Coast, she now lives in Maryland where she enjoys the area's great history and culture.<br />
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Leigh is a graduate of the University of Maryland, University College and a member of the Maryland Writers' Association and Romance Writers of America. She is also an approved artist with the Maryland State Arts Council. Her debut novel, Disenchanted, was inspired by the Wethersfield witches of Connecticut and was released by <b>Mirror World Publishing</b>. Leigh is currently working on her next novel, <b>The Witch's Ring</b> which is set in Annapolis.<br />
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Learn more about <b>Leigh Goff</b> on her <a href="http://leighgoff.com/"><b>website</b></a> and <a href="http://leighgoff.com/blog/"><b>blog</b></a>. Stay connected on <a href="http://facebook.com/leighgoffauthor"><b>Facebook</b></a>, <a href="http://instagram.com/authorleighgoff"><b>Instagram</b></a>, <a href="http://pinterest.com/authorleighgoff/"><b>Pinterest</b></a>, and <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9819621.Leigh_Goff"><b>Goodreads</b></a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05001627476288087268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290599939373238795.post-79992722504692814282017-04-10T00:00:00.000-05:002017-04-10T00:00:18.331-05:00Savory Sausage #soup from @sharonledwith @premademeals<b>Sharon Ledwith</b> is in the kitchen to ward off the cold with her hearty soup. Take it away, Sharon!<br />
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This is a fantastic soup to serve to your crew, and freezes well. Salad, hard rolls, and wine (red or white) complete this meal! You can make it 24 hours ahead of time without the noodles and wait to add noodles when you reheat the soup to serve. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>SAVORY SAUSAGE SOUP</b></span><br />
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1½ pounds sweet Italian sausage*<br />
2 cloves garlic, minced<br />
2 small onions, chopped<br />
2 (16 ounce) cans whole peeled tomatoes<br />
1¼ cup dry red wine<br />
5 cups beef broth<br />
½ tsp. dried basil<br />
½ tsp. dried oregano<br />
2 zucchini, sliced<br />
1 green bell pepper, chopped<br />
3 tbsp. fresh parsley, chopped<br />
1 (16 ounce) package spinach fettuccine pasta (or plain, whatever your heart desires)<br />
Salt and pepper to taste<br />
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In a large pot, cook sausage over medium heat until brown. Remove with a slotted spoon, and drain on paper towels. Drain fat from pan, reserving 3 tablespoons. If desired, instead of ground sausage, cut sausages in thin slices.<br />
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Sauté garlic and onion in reserved fat for 2 to 3 minutes. Stir in tomatoes, wine, broth, basil, and oregano. Transfer to a slow cooker, and stir in sausage, zucchini, bell pepper, and parsley.<br />
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Cover, and cook on low for 4 to 6 hours.<br />
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Bring a large pot of lightly salted water to a boil. Break pasta into smaller pieces and drop into boiling water. Cook until al dente, about 7 minutes after the water returns to the boil. Drain water, and add pasta to slow cooker. Simmer for a few minutes, and season with salt and pepper before serving.<br />
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Serve topped with grated parmesan.<br />
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* Use ground sausage or links you’ve broken into bits or sliced thin.<br />
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This recipe can also be made on your stovetop. Follow the directions, but instead of the slow cooker, combine all your ingredients in your original pot. Simmer partially covered for 1 hour. <br />
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Give yourself a well-deserved break while your soup simmers. Sit back, prop up your feet, and open a book you’ve been meaning to read. Why not pick up one of <i>The Last Timekeepers</i> adventures, and peruse the latest mission with Treena and her time traveling cohorts?<br />
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<i>Only a true hero can shine the light in humanity’s darkest time.</i><br />
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Fourteen year-old Jordan Jensen always considered himself a team player on and off the field, until the second Timekeeper mission lands him in Amsterdam during World War Two. Pulled into the world of espionage, torture, and intolerance, Jordan and the rest of the Timekeepers have no choice but to stay one step ahead of the Nazis in order to find and protect a mysterious book.<br />
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With the help of the Dutch Resistance, an eccentric baron, Nordic runes, and an ancient volume originating from Atlantis, Jordan must learn that it takes true teamwork, trust, and sacrifice to keep time safe from the evils of fascism. Can Jordan find the hero within to conquer the darkness surrounding the Timekeepers? If he doesn’t, then the terrible truth of what the Nazis did will never see the light of day.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>EXCERPT</b></span><br />
“I wonder what else is down here.” Drake beamed his cell phone across the basement, hitting jars of jams, pickles, and relishes. His stomach growled.<br />
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Jordan pulled the cheese from his pocket and handed it to Drake. “Trade you for your phone.”<br />
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“Best. Trade. Ever.” Drake passed his phone to Jordan.<br />
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Jordan walked over and grabbed a jar of pickles off the dusty shelf. At least they wouldn’t arrive at the baron’s place hungry. He hoped his uncle had managed to stop Amanda’s bleeding. His hand tightened over the jar, the ridges of the lid cutting into his palm. A scrape from behind the shelves made Jordan jump.<br />
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“Hello?” he asked, pushing jars aside. He flashed the cell phone into the small, dark area.<br />
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“Who ya talking to, Jordan?” Drake asked with his mouth full of cheese.<br />
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“Shhh, Drake.” Jordan listened. Hearing nothing, he shrugged and turned back around.<br />
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“I thought I heard—” Jordan stopped and pointed the phone at Ravi. His jaw dropped. “A-Are you serious, Sharma?”<br />
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Drake spat out his cheese, snorting with laughter.<br />
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“Is there a problem?” Ravi asked, tying the bowtie of his tuxedo.<br />
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“You look like a penguin with attitude!” Drake slapped his knee.<br />
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“Say what you want, but I’m glad we didn’t hit the cleaners on the way to school now,” Ravi replied, pulling down his sleeves, “or else I wouldn’t have these dry clothes.”<br />
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Jordan chuckled. Suddenly, he heard a door creak open, followed by heavy footsteps squeaking down the stairs. Panicking, Jordan stuffed Drake’s phone in his track suit jacket’s pocket and waved Drake over by the shelves. Drake slipped behind Jordan just in time, before the small light bulb above the bottom of the stairs clicked on. Jordan swallowed hard. There, staring directly at Ravi was a portly man in a blood-stained apron. Tufts of blond hair sprouted from the sides of his balding head. His brown trousers were pulled up past his waist, making him resemble an evil garden gnome. In one of his hands, he held a huge butcher knife, its blade flecked with blood.<br />
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Wielding the knife, the man pointed at Ravi. “Who are you?”<br />
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Ravi licked his thick lips nervously. “The name’s Bond. James Bond.”<br />
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<b>Sharon Ledwith</b> is the author of the middle-grade/YA time travel series, <i>THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS</i>, available through <b>Mirror World Publishing</b>, and is represented by Walden House (Books & Stuff) for her teen psychic series, <i>MYSTERIOUS TALES FROM FAIRY FALLS</i>. When not writing, researching, or revising, she enjoys reading, exercising, anything arcane, and an occasional dram of scotch. Sharon lives a serene, yet busy life in a southern tourist region of Ontario, Canada, with her hubby, one spoiled yellow Labrador and a moody calico cat.<br />
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Learn more about <b>Sharon Ledwith</b> on her <a href="http://www.sharonledwith.com/"><b>website</b></a> and <a href="http://sharonledwith.blogspot.com/"><b>blog</b></a>. Stay connected on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/seledwith"><b>Facebook</b></a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/?iid=am-82952056813386643146889016&nid=23+following_user&uid=525750371&utm_content=profile#!/sharonledwith"><b>Twitter</b></a>, <a href="https://plus.google.com/+SharonLedwith/posts"><b>Google+</b></a>, <a href="https://www.blogger.com/www.goodreads.com/author/show/5821744.Sharon_Ledwith"><b>Goodreads</b></a>, and <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/167502"><b>Smashwords</b></a>. Look up her <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sharon-Ledwith/e/B0084DUHJO"><b>Amazon Author page</b></a> for a list of current books.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05001627476288087268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290599939373238795.post-4363356018309129862017-04-06T00:00:00.000-05:002017-04-06T00:00:17.594-05:00Theme Gardening: @EMMAJLANE tells you how to get started #flowers #gardening<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Guest Post by <b>Janis Lane</b><br />
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Theme gardens can be fun for adventurous gardeners who want to shake things up with Colorful annuals. Their <i>raison d’etra</i>, reason for living, is to bloom and make seeds. To keep them full of their bright and beautiful blooms, frequent culling of the old blooms is the secret. Paying attention to color combinations will enhance bedding petunias such as blue and yellow; red, white and blue; primary colors-red, yellow and blue; all pastels. <br />
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Perennials are friends forever. The trick here is to plant staggered bloomers. Daffodils and tulips for spring give way to lupine and peonies in April and May. June is for roses (and brides) and July owns lilies. Hibiscus and other members of the family (Rose of Sharon) for late summer, and we all appreciate summer’s wind up with splashes of intensely colored mums and sunflowers. There are many beautiful perennials to be planted in between. Careful attention to foliage varieties is also important for a successful perennial bed: spiky Crocosmia, spreading Dianthus, and pretty round-leafed Baptismia australis which has a pretty gray cast to its foliage. <br />
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Butterfly and humming bird gardens are always fun. Certainly the tiny hummers appreciate blooms where they can dip in and steal a drop of nectar, but I’ve seen them take a tiny taste of flat but colorful yarrow. My son gifts me a huge fuchsia for Mother’s Day which is the very day I usually spot the first humming bird. They love this plant! <br />
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Shade gardens are wonderful underneath shaded walkways. Besides the enormous varieties of hosta, spring bulbs can be followed with blue bells and other shade loving perennials. Begonias have a large variety for annual shade; my favorite is non-stop begonia in their vivid colors. Spring blooming shrubs are glorious such as rhododendrons, azaleas, dogwood and many others that liven up the woods before the trees leaf out. <br />
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Cutting gardens are wonderful for those who appreciate fresh cut bouquets for inside. Reserve a bed especially for: gladiola, tall zinnias, phlox, sunflowers, snapdragons, lisianthus, lilies, just a few of the varieties that are splendid cut flowers. <br />
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… which leads me to call attention to my latest cozy mystery, <b>Whispers of Danger and Love</b>. The heroine is a landscape architect who speaks gardening. She struggles with a client who demands a cutting garden mid summer, (and a hunky detective who seems bound to destroy her plants.) I enjoyed relaxing in her garden even as I created it from my own imaginings. It was also fun to watch the sparks fly between a couple who knew each other as children but must readjust their thinking as adults.<br />
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Here's a little more from my latest release. I hope you enjoy it.<br />
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When Cheryl realizes her new next-door neighbor is someone she loved as a young girl, she immediately puts the brakes on her emotions. Never again would she allow the gorgeous hunk of a man to break her heart. <br />
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Ruggedly handsome Detective David Larkin isn’t used to pretty ladies giving him a firm no. He persists, even as Cheryl fights her own temptations. The two struggle to appreciate each other as adults, even as they admit to deep feelings from their childhood.<br />
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Read more about the cozy mysteries by <b>Janis Lane</b> on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Janis-Lane/e/B009X0OS4W/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1456864808&sr=1-2-ent"><b>Amazon</b></a>. <br />
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<b>Janis Lane</b> is the pen-name for gifted author <b>Emma Lane</b> who writes cozy mysteries as Janis, Regency as Emma, and spice as <b>Sunny Lane</b>. <br />
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She lives in Western New York where winter is snowy, spring arrives with rave reviews, summer days are long and velvet, and fall leaves are riotous in color. At long last she enjoys the perfect bow window for her desk where she is treated to a year-round panoramic view of nature. Her computer opens up a fourth fascinating window to the world. Her patient husband is always available to help with a plot twist and encourage Emma to never quit. Her day job is working with flowers at <b>Herbtique and Plant Nursery</b>, the nursery she and her son own. <br />
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Look for information about writing and plants on Emma's new <a href="http://emmajlane.com/"><b>website</b></a>. Leave a comment or a gardening question and put a smile on Emma's face.<br />
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