Well, this might be fun for a while

A discussion with a friend who writes fantasy turned into a competition to see whose genre generates more skin covered covers.

For the most part I was soundly beaten. Fantasy seems to allow a lot more in the way of direct and obvious nudity than romance and erotica do.

How odd.

So I’ve decided to start collecting nudie covers. Romance and erotica only. How to play along from home: Gimme Some Skin

Lemon Blueberry Drop Cookies

So, every weekend I make cookies and bring them into work. And since I’m the only girl in a construction trailer full of guys, the cookies make me quite popular.

And having recently been prompted for a recipe, and being in dire need of something to post on this damn blog, I figure the least I can do is share my culinary concoctions with the rest of the world.

This recipe is of my own making, and I haven’t actually tried a cookie yet (they’re all in the little box that I use for cookie day) so they could be horrible. Proceed at your own risk.

Lemon Blueberry Drop Cookies

¼ c butter
¾ c sugar
1 egg
½ tsp vanilla
1 tbsp lemon juice
1 tsp lemon zest
2 c flour
¼ tsp salt
1 ½ tsp baking powder
¾ c blueberries

–Cream the butter and sugar. Add the egg, vanilla, lemon juice and zest and mix well.
–In a separate bowl, combine one and a half cups of flour, the baking powder and salt. Mix this into the batter.
–In that separate bowl you just emptied, combine the last half cup of flour with the blueberries, making sure they’re all coated. Gently mix this into the rest.
–Keep in mind that overworking blueberries makes them turn a weird green colour; you really need to be gentle.
–Drop by tablespoonful onto a parchment lined baking sheet.
–Bake at 350 F for 12-15 minutes. The edges should be just starting to brown, but the tops will still be quite pale.

Because the tops are quite pale they really need something a little extra on them.

Glaze

–Combine ~2-3, maybe 4 tbsp of lemon juice (the rest of the lemon after the 1 tbsp above has been used) with 1-2 cups of icing sugar mixed into it until it’s no longer runny, but not quite spreadable either.
–When the cookies have cooled, set them close together on the parchment that had lined the cookie sheet and drizzle the glaze over them.
–Immediately move them to another sheet of parchment or a rack (if you have one you feel like washing) and let the glaze set.

This recipe makes 2 dozen cookies and way more glaze than you’ll need, but it keeps. It’s not so good right off the spoon. (Of course I tried it. Are you trying to say you wouldn’t?)

Because Ciar Cullen is Awesome.

I got to read this long ago. And it’s a real book now!

I’ll read pretty much anything Ciar writes.

Available now at Amazon!.
Emily Fenwick, former NYPD, is now reluctant defender of 1890 New York. Unfortunately for Emily, who hates “the creepy stuff,” she ignored her inner voice, went to a carnival in Central Park, and entered a Victorian tent in hopes a psychic would have some encouraging news about her woefully boring love life. The guarantee she receives of meeting a tall, dark, and handsome stranger comes with a huge catch–he lives in an alternate dimension of the past.

Jack Pettigrew leads a quirky band of lost souls in a battle to save New York circa 1890. Nightmares have come alive and threaten to terrorize a fragile era. Jack leads the “punks,” who have been sucked back in time through a vortex. Each has a fleeting memory of their own death–or near death–and must determine for themselves why they have been chosen for this mission. Is Steamside their Purgatory? Could an Egyptian obelisk in Central Park be the cause of the time rift, or is Emily herself to blame for the goblins, zombies, and other nightmarish scenes plaguing them?

If the Punks want to return to 2010, they must ensure there’s going to be an 1891. If they conclude they’re really ghosts, then it might be time to party like it’s 1999.

See? Awesome.

Dammed if I do and damned if I don’t

And blogger has issues all its own. Yargh.

I guess I’m stuck here for the time being.

WordPress Sucks

Click here for my Blogger blog.

Wasteland

Woo hoo! The final offering of the Wasteland set is out!

Some damn hot women have written some damn hot books and I’m so loving them for it.

Eden Bradley, Crystal Jordan, RG Alexander and Lilli Feisty created a world together. It’s a kick ass post-apocalyptic thing and in it, the roles of women have drastically changed from the ones they held before the end of all things. Each book in the set (not a series, they’re each totally standalone) is the story of one of those roles. And they’re all hot and smutty. Of course.

It’s a bit of a fixerupper

So, I’ve revived this thing. Not like it was ever really up and running, but still, It’s alive!

When I started it, I just grabbed a template with colours I could tolerate and parked it. Now that it’s going to be seeing some regular action, I figure I should dress it up a bit. Trouble is, I’m fussy, and nothing I like to look at regularly (and really, I’m the one who’s gotta spend more time here than anyone else) really suits the typical images of my genres.

I mean, looking at this thing, would you guess that I write medieval romance and erotic fantasy?

But I do like red on black.

Yes, I know it’s hard to look at. I’m trying to find something different. I really am. But I’m not good at colour coordination, I’m a total minimalist and I’m kinda cheap. I also think wordpress is kinda weird, and don’t like messing around with its codey bits. So, I’m hoping that I’m going to stumble across some kind of free template that doesn’t scream cheese at me, and that has some semblance of balance in the columns, isn’t busy looking, has a centered header, minimal images and patterns, and somehow manages to convey that I write overly researched historicals and dirty books about elves.

Yeah, thanks. I’m going to need all the luck I can get.

Yeah, okay, I admit it, I’m writing

Well, it’s the summer. Sort of. I’m not in school and that makes it summer vacation even if it’s still barely spring in this empty northern wasteland.

And since I’m not in school, I have to write.

Have to.

Really, I’ve got nothing else to do. I’ve hidden the tv in my storage locker, and I’ve got no yard, not even a balcony that I can garden on. Window boxes are as good as it gets this year, and I don’t think I can justify spending much more than a few minutes a day as “gardening.”

And baking… well, even making cookies for the guys at work every weekend will only take an hour or so. And weekends are long in a city where you know no one.

Yup, I have no choice but to write.

So, here I am. Writing about writing.

Uh huh.

Thrilling, isn’t it.

This is not a blog

It’s  a place holder for when I finally find time to write again.