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Monday, December 16, 2019

Under A Mating Moon by Celia Breslin

Celia’s Holiday Spritz Cookies

Cookies are one of my favorite,
sweet indulgences for the holidays.  My
family makes spritz cookies every December. Delicious! Here’s my mother’s
recipe. Enjoy!

3/4 cup regular sugar (some
recipes call for “powdered”, but mom swears by regular!)

1 cup margarine, or butter, or
shortening (mom uses shortening; I use butter. Both are delish.)

1 tsp. vanilla

1 egg

2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour

1/2 tsp. baking powder

1/4 tsp. salt

1. Preheat oven to 350 F.

2. In a bowl, mix together
margarine (or butter or shortening), sugar, vanilla, and egg until fairly

3. Stir in flour, salt, baking

4. Optional: separate dough into
bowls, add food dye of your choosing.

5. Fill cookie press; press dough
onto ungreased cookie sheets.

6. Bake for 12 - 15 minutes.

7. Remove from sheet and cool on
cookie rack.

8. Eat. All. The. Cookies!

Under A Mating Moon
Black Hills Wolves
Book 27
Celia Breslin

Genre:  paranormal romance

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Date of Publication:  September 18, 2015

ISBN: 9781613338940

Number of pages:  114
Word Count: 32,200

Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde

Book Description:

British Alpha wolf Jake Matthews spends his days among humans, pursuing a lucrative music career and avoiding his pack’s politics. When his current DJ tour takes him to the US, he stops in Los Lobos to visit family, and runs into the one Wolf he never wants to see again—the mate who rejected his claim.

While visiting her brother in Los Lobos, free-spirited Lexi Luparell is shocked to encounter the Wolf she’d denied when they were teens. Now she must face her guilt for the cruel way she spurned him all those years ago, make amends, and admit the truth. Jake was right all along—they’re meant to mate.

Lexi would love to explore the mate concept and her overwhelming attraction to virile, alpha Wolf Jake, but he wants nothing to do with her. How can she break down his defenses when she’s the reason he built them in the first place?

Jake dates only human women now. Lexi had her shot at being his mate, and she threw it away. But when her life is threatened, he may have to rethink his position and do whatever it takes to claim his one true mate.

A standalone novel in the Black Hills Wolves World

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A billion
butterflies battered Lexi’s stomach. She shifted her attention from Ross to the
piano. Sure enough, the music had stopped, and Jake faced her from his seat on
the bench. Man oh man, the heavy stare from those sky blue eyes sent shivers
skittering down her spine. His gaze held the same intensity she remembered from
him as a kid, as if he saw into the heart of people, exposing their deepest
secrets. It had driven her crazy back then, and she’d spent much time teasing
him, pulling his hair, trying to distract him from being so serious all of the
damn time. They were teenagers—partying was supposed to be their sole focus.
With his
ice-blue stare locked on her, Jake rose to his feet, all taut muscle and
predatory power. His energy swept over her like a tsunami, forcing all of the
moisture to abandon her mouth while parts much lower wept with want. Her inner
wolf howled, answering the call of this Alpha, the first Dominant male ever to
make her sit up and take notice. Holy crap. Her muscles shook with the need to
bound over to him, jump in his arms, wrap her legs around his torso and writhe
against his hard, hot, tattooed body.
Jake said
something to his uncle then stalked straight at her, cutting a path right
through the middle of the tables and the many, too-curious patrons.
A whimper
escaped her throat.
Surprise sparked
in her brother’s brown eyes. “You’re kidding me. Him?” He burst out laughing.
“Wow, sis, that’s some major, big-time irony right there.”
expression conveyed her bewilderment. “Now what are you two talking about?”
Her annoying
brother grinned. “See that angry Alpha headed our way? My sister here rejected
him when they were teens and he's apparently her—”
Lexi socked her
brother in the ribs. “Shut it, Ross.”
“Ouch.” Ross
rubbed his side and chuckled at her plight. The jerk. “Come on, Lexi, you have
to admit the hilarity of the situation.”
No, she did not.
Nor did she have to admit that J-Bird was right all those years ago. He was her
mate. O to the M to the G…. They were mates.

About the Author:

Celia lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for werewolves, vampires, and the Fae. Her stories are action-packed and typically include one of the many varieties of romantic entanglements: fated mates, second chance, rescue romance, opposites attract, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, and more.

When not writing, you’ll find Celia exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies, as well as everything in the Marvel Universe franchise. Of course!



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Friday, December 13, 2019

A Cowboy Christmas by Shanna Hatfield Deck the Halls with Books Holiday Extravaganza

A Cowboy Christmas    

Shanna Hatfield

Genre:  Non-fiction, Holiday, Cooking, Ranch Life

Publisher: TwoDot

Date of Publication:  September 17, 2019

ISBN: 1493042343

Number of pages:  304

Tagline:  The jangle of spurs mingles with the jingle of sleigh bells in this celebration of Christmas—cowboy style!

Book Description:

Welcome home to an amazing western holiday with A Cowboy Christmas. A collection of unique holiday décor, traditions, recipes, and guides for entertaining with ease make this your go-to resource for an amazing western Christmas.

Filled with stories of real-life ranch families and rodeo cowboys, get a glimpse into their traditions, try their family recipes, and experience their lifestyles. From preserving memories of the past to tips for wrapping presents, discover the special touches incorporated throughout this book that make it a holiday keepsake you’ll cherish for years to come.

Brimming with holiday cheer, recipes with full-color photographs, and one-of-a-kind ideas, this book is a wonderful celebration of the holidays that will help make your Christmas unforgettable.

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Ombré Punch

When you need a beverage you can
serve to all ages that will bring a little “Wow!” to your table, try this easy
to make punch. The trick is to not stir it!

We like it best with orange juice
as the base, but you can also use grapefruit juice for a different flavor.

Makes Six Servings.


3 cups orange juice, chilled
Grenadine syrup


Place ice in the bottom of the
glasses. Add ½ cup of juice to each glass then carefully pour one teaspoon of
grenadine syrup in each glass. That’s it! Told you it was easy. Just make sure
you do not stir the drink or it will lose the lovely ombré design.

If you prefer grapefruit juice to
orange juice, substitute it and add a splash of Sprite or 7-Up to each glass
before you add the grenadine syrup.

Chocolate Chex Trees

These yummy and
adorable trees are so simple to make and a great project if you have kids at
home who need something to do. Set them on a disposable plate, foil-wrapped
piece of cardboard, or a large sugar cookie wrapped in cellophane for

3 cups Chex Chocolate cereal
6 pretzel sticks (the thick kind,
made for dipping)
½ cup peanut butter
¼ cup Nutella
3 tablespoons butter, softened
1 cup powdered sugar


Mix the peanut but­ter, Nutella,
but­ter, and pow­dered sugar in a bowl.

On whatever you plan to use for a
base, mold the peanut butter mixture around the pretzel stick until it stands
upright and forms a slight cone shape.

Hold it steady by using the tip of
the pret­zel as a han­dle and begin insert­ing pieces of cereal into the peanut
but­ter mix­ture in a sym­met­ri­cal pat­tern around the stick.
You can tip the cereal pieces up
or down, depending on your personal preference.

Add more cereal pieces, stag­ger­ing
them as you move upward, until you get near the top.

For the top of the tree, use
broken pieces or cut them in half to get the smaller scale of branches near the

Use two pieces of cereal back to
back to form the top.

Dust with powdered sugar.

Makes 6 trees

About the Author:

USA Today bestselling author Shanna Hatfield is a farm girl who loves to write. Her sweet historical and contemporary romances are filled with sarcasm, humor, hope, and hunky heroes. When Shanna isn’t dreaming up unforgettable characters, twisting plots, or covertly seeking dark, decadent chocolate, she hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.

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Monday, December 9, 2019

Charm Me Again by Tena Stetler

Twinkle Bright – Elves Secret Santa

Direct from the North Pole,
welcome to the Elves Secret Santa party! Here at the North Pole it's extremely
busy, but we still have time for a little holiday fun and shenanigans.

Let me introduce myself.  I'm an elf and my name is Twinkle Bright
because my elf hat has twinkle lights wound all around the scalloped edge and
the pointy top.

I make yummy Hot
Chocolate for Santa and the elves from a secret family recipe passed down from
generation to generation. My hot chocolate keeps everyone warm and toasty
inside at the North Pole. There is even an automatic dispenser in Santa's
Sleigh providing him with hot chocolate during his travels on Christmas
Eve.  It goes good with the cookies the
children leave for him.

While I am mixing up large
batches of hot chocolate, I listen to Christmas Carols from a variety of pop,
country and rock artists. I always taste each batch to insure it’s up to elf
standards. .  You would think I'd get
tired of hot chocolate, but no -- never. 
I love the steaming chocolaty drink. 
I usually keep mine in an insulated mug so it stays warm while sampling
the cookies in the elves' bakery. 
Frosted sugar cookies and gingerbread cookies are my absolute favorites.

Now, I'm going to let you in on a
little secret.  But you must promise not
to tell...anyone. 

We do a secret Santa gift
exchange around here and this year I got Bob, her job at the North Pole is name
checker to make sure Santa has all the correct spellings of the girls and boys.
One year she spelled Chrys' name Chris and wow what an uproar. 

Luckily Santa caught it, but we
had to rush to change all the tags on her packages. 


I'm getting Elf Bobi a package of
120 different color markers in a jewel encrusted case for marking off the
correctly spelled names after she checks them.

Do you think
she'll like that?

Do you like fudge?  Great, I'll share with you my favorite 

Fantasy Fudge Recipe

3 cups of sugar

3/4 cup butter

1 -  5 oz can of evaporated milk (do not use sweetened
condensed milk)

1 – 12 oz package semi sweet
chocolate chips

1 - 7 oz jar marshmallow cream

1 teaspoon of pure vanilla

You may add chopped nuts if you

Bring sugar, butter and
evaporated milk to a full rolling boil in a large saucepan over medium heat,
stir constantly

Cook for four minutes or until a
candy thermometer reaches 234 degrees.

High altitude takes about 5

Remove from heat and add
chocolate chips and marshmallow cream, stir until melted.

Add vanilla and nuts. Stir until

Pour into a greased 9x13 pan,
spread evenly.

Cool completely and cut into

Charm Me Again          
Sequel to Charm Me
Tena Stetler

Genre:  Paranormal Romance/Mystery

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication:  December 9, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-5092-2973-4

Number of pages:  336
Word Count: 85,360

Cover Artist: Kristian Norris

Tagline: Breaking the curse is only the first step to forever.

Book Description:

Daylan, a warlock, is being haunted, but what the ghost wants is a mystery. His magical powers bring him no closer to an answer—until he encounters Josie, a Yoga instructor.

But when she is kidnapped by an ancient Fae Warrior set on revenge Daylan must rescue her before the rogue claims her as his own. During his quest, his world spirals out of control, and a devastating curse comes to light. Could the ghost hold the answers he needs?

Can he break the age-old curse to save Josie and their future, or will Daylan lose her forever?

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Suddenly, the
wind changed direction, a thin maroon line formed along the flat bottom of the
dark clouds spreading across the sky where moments before there’d been only a
few fluffy cotton ball clouds in a sea of blue. The maroon line widened then
switched to vertical and spread open to reveal a shimmering interior.
Shadows emerged
from the cloud then disappeared. As he was about to comment, huge raindrops
plopped on the ground followed by pea size hail that grew to softball size.
Josie ran for
cover and he followed. Protected under a ledge, she cupped her hands over her
ears as the roaring of the storm combined with huge ice balls smashing against
rocks echoed through the canyon. She elbowed him and cocked a brow in question,
pointing to the vegetation that remained unharmed.
His eyes
narrowed. Something isn’t right. I can feel it. Magic is spinning this storm.
But who—how and why? At a loss for answers, he shrugged and urged her further
under the ledge to wait out the storm. Brushing the wet strands of hair out of
her face, he smiled. She looked like a drowned rat but the fragrance around her
reminded him of sweet spring flowers. He leaned into to her and brushed his
lips over hers. Immediately, he straightened and backed away. Her eyes were
still closed. Maybe I could’ve lingered…

Her eyes blinked
open and she licked her lips. After a beat, she waggled a finger in front of
him. “Not a good idea.”

About the Author:

Tena Stetler is a best-selling author of award winning paranormal romance novels. She has an over-active imagination, which led to writing her first vampire romance as a tween to the chagrin of her mother and delight of her friends.

With the Rocky Mountains outside her window, she sits at her computer surrounded by a wide array of paranormal creatures, with a Navy SEAL or two mixed in telling their tales. Her books tell stories of magical kick-ass women and strong mystical males that dare to love them. Travel, adventure and a bit of mystery flourish in her books along with a few companion animals to round out the tales.

Colorado is her home; shared with her husband of many moons, a brilliant Chow Chow, a spoiled parrot and a forty-five-year-old box turtle.  Any winter evening, you can find her curled up in front of a crackling fire with a good book, a mug of hot chocolate and a big bowl of popcorn.

Monday, December 2, 2019

Annie’s Gift by Barbara Bretton

I love holidays. I love
tradition. I especially love it when you can combine the two at Christmas time.
I love piling memory upon memory until the years are nothing but a sweet blur
of happy occasions spent with the people you love best in the world.

Every year I attend the
candlelight tour of Rockingham, the Kingston NJ (formerly Rocky Hill NJ) house
where George Washington bade farewell to his troops after the Revolutionary War
ended. The docents are all in period costume. A woman in a mobcap plays the
harpsichord near the front room. Upstairs you can actually touch the uniform
worn by Washington’s aide de camp. If you close your eyes, I swear you can hear
the General’s voice ringing out over the bucolic New Jersey countryside,
peaceful now after years of bloody warfare.

The kitchen isn’t part of the
main house. It’s a small building off to the side near the smokehouse. The rear
wall is all hearth. Guides in long dresses and white aprons hand you mugs of
hot cider and offer spicy cookies piled high on earthenware plates. Outside the
air is crisp and December cold, but inside the air is warm from the fire and
filled with the delicious smells of nutmeg and cinnamon and candle wax.

The following Revolutionary
War-era recipe has been adapted for our modern kitchens.

Mulled Cider


1 gallon apple cider
2 sticks cinnamon
1/4 cup dark brown sugar
6 whole cloves
6 whole allspice
1 sliced lemon

Tie cloves, allspice, and
cinnamon sticks in a cheesecloth bag with kitchen string. Combine cider, sugar
(if using), and spice bag. Bring to a boil, reduce heat, then simmer for
fifteen minutes. Discard cheesecloth spice bag.

Serve cider hot, floating lemon
slices on the surface.


Annie’s Gift

Rocky Hill Holiday Romance 

Book Five

Barbara Bretton

Genre:  Paranormal romance

Publisher: Free Spirit Press

Date of Publication:  2017

ASIN:  B077BF911C

Number of pages:  80
Word Count:  20,000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Tagline:  Because love never dies… 

Book Description:

Everyone knows Christmas is a time for family but not for Harry Barnes. If he had his way, he would close his eyes and not open them again until January second when all the fuss was over. Once upon a time he had loved the season but that was a long time ago. His wife Annie and daughter Erin are gone and he hasn’t spoken to his only son, Sam, in years.

The Christmas candlesticks he’d lovingly carved for Annie and their children are buried in the attic under a thick layer of dust along with memories that could break a man’s heart . . . if he still had one left to break.

After years of living on military bases all around the world, Sam Barnes has moved his family back home for keeps but they might as well still be in Japan or England or Timbuktu for all the difference it makes. His father’s heart is still closed to the idea of family and there is nothing Sam can do to change it. Not even if the only thing his twelve-year-old daughter Riley wants for Christmas is the grandfather she has never met.

But then on a snowy Christmas Eve in Rocky Hill, Harry and Sam are visited by a determined mother and daughter who have just a few earth hours to bring their family together or lose them forever. 


He heard a sound
like autumn leaves crackling underfoot, and then felt a soft rush of
cinnamon-scented air as a small form appeared then disappeared right in front
of his eyes.
He watched,
paralyzed with fear and hope, as she took form one more time, looking less like
a hologram and more like a flesh and blood woman. The woman he had loved since
he was sixteen years old.
“Annie!” Her
name tore from his throat and spilled into the space between them. This was his
Annie, before sorrow and sickness had taken their toll.
Bubbles of
laughter danced in the air around her. "I did it! How about that, Harry? I
did it!"
He reached for
her hand but it was like grasping cotton candy. His brain was a bowl of
overcooked oatmeal. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
The room began
to spin. He could feel himself starting to go under and he put his head between
his knees.
“Low blood
sugar,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t miss that at all.”
“It’s not low
blood sugar,” he managed, gulping in some air. “I’m talking to a ghost.”
“If you want to
put it that way, I guess you are.”
What other way
was there to put it? He had buried his beloved wife six months ago and now here
she was in their living room acting like nothing had happened.
He took another
huge gulp of air then lifted his head.
“I’m still
here,” she said, her tone softening. “You can trust your senses.”
“Why?” he asked,
his disbelief beginning to show cracks. “How?”
She spread her
arms wide. “Look at this place! You’d never know it was Christmas Eve.”
“It doesn’t feel
like Christmas Eve.”
“It would if you
put some effort into it. Put up a tree. String some lights.” She aimed a sharp
look in his direction. “Place the candles in the window where they belong.”
Her brows darted
into a scowl. “Did you forget your promise?”
“That promise
was made a long time ago. Things change.”
“I don’t have a
family anymore. When I lost you, I lost everything.”
She reached out
and for a second he imagined he felt the touch of her hand. But that was crazy,
wasn’t it? She was no more real than Santa Claus or Easter Bunny.
“I’m here
because I love you,” she said. “And because you need me tonight.”
Tears threatened
to overwhelm him. He wanted to believe.
“I need you
every night, Annie. That’s never changed.”
“But tonight is
the night you asked for me.”
One moment he
was standing there next to the refrigerator with a carton of brown eggs in his
The next moment
the eggs were on the floor in a yellow and white mess and his Annie was in his
He had lived
long enough to know that second chances didn’t happen often in life.
This time he
wasn’t going to let her go.

About the Author:

Barbara Bretton is the award-winning, USA Today bestselling author of fifty books. Her titles have been published in twelve languages in over twenty countries by Harlequin, Berkley, Crown, Pocket, and Free Spirit Press. When Barbara isn’t writing, she can be found knitting, reading, and cooking in New Jersey with her husband and a house filled with pets.

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