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Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Book Day Wednesday - Haunted

So a little background to this latest Hammer Club book. I actually started this last year. I wanted to do a Halloween story and I thought it would be fun to make it a Hammer book as there hadn't been a new one of those in a while. Well, I start the book and Rusty, a new character, steps up to the plate. That should have been my first clue that this wasn't going to be a light short story. Then Karl, a man who creates haunted houses for clients around the country, claims Rusty. Okay, I think, instead of a 5000 word short story, maybe this will be a 10000-15000 shorter novella. Yeah, once I'd hit 12000 words and had plenty of story left to tell, I knew that this was not going to make it out for Halloween. So I put it aside to work on for next Halloween and informed the men in my head that I needed a short story and one of the existing pairs had to star in it so that I could make sure it stayed short. Trick or Treat featuring Jim and Marcus happened and that's the Halloween story I put out last year. Then I went back to writing Rusty and Karl's story and tada - I bring you Haunted for Halloween this year.

It's currently up for pre-order (see links below) and will be out on October 27. It will go to KU on Friday October 30 at midnight.

There's an excerpt below - look for a smutty one on Saturday.

Will Halloween bring a trick or a treat for two lonely men?

Rusty’s had a hard time of it. Six months ago he walked in on his master with another man in their bed and left with little more than the clothes he was wearing and his laptop. Since then he’s been staying with Marcus and Jim, working and saving up for a place of his own. When Halloween rolls around, he’s not feeling the spirit of the holiday, but Jim and Tanny convince to come to the club with them.

Master Karl loves coming to the Hammer’s Halloween party as it marks the end of his work year. A designer and builder of haunted houses, he spends most of the year on the road for business with November and December as his time off. 

Marcus and Billy invite Karl to join their table at the Halloween party and he’s attracted to Rusty immediately. When sharing a meal leads to a dance which leads to Rusty going home with Karl, it could be the start of something special for both men. Can some Halloween magic bring Karl and Rusty the happy endings they deserve?

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“I don’t want to go, y’all.” Rusty looked at Jim and Tanny, shaking his head. “Please.”

“Honey, it’s a party. Nothing scary. No one will mess with you.” Jim patted his hand. “I don’t want you to be alone all night.”

Rusty had run away from home six months ago, hiding out at friends’ houses while he tried to figure out what to do. He’d caught his lover in bed with another man, and he just…panicked. He’d run and now…

Now he was alone and scared, but he had a steady gig making corsets with Master Gage; he had a car. He was saving for an apartment.

He was making it on his own.

“Come on, boys. We’re late enough to make a very fashionable entrance.” Master Marcus—Jim’s Master—came around the corner and whistled. “Baby, you look good enough to eat.”

Jim was dressed like a Beatnik, complete with a little red goatee, gorgeous curls slicked back and pulled into a tight braid. “Thank you, Master. Is Master Billy meeting us here?”

Tanny, on the other hand, was dressed like a llama—not sexy but unbearably cute.

“The llama Master will be meeting us at the club. You look adorable, Montana. Which is not something one usually says.” Marcus chuckled, then turned to Rusty. “You’re not wearing a costume this evening?”

“I thought I’d stay home, but the guys asked me to come, Sir.” He supposed it would be fun to sit in the corner and look at the costumes.

“I’m glad they did. And you’re certainly welcome to come as you are, but if you’d like to have a costume, the boys could rustle something up for you, and if not that, we can stop somewhere on the way to find you something.”

“I don’t want to be any trouble. Thank you though. I do appreciate it.”

“It’s no trouble, boy.” Marcus held his arm out, and Jim slipped his hand through it. “Let’s go. I’m hungry and eager to see what the menu is. Hopefully, no eyeballs this year.”

“Or tongue!” Jim said.

“I just want chocolate.” Tanny hooked arms with Rusty. “And coffee.”

“Sounds like a plan, man.”

“There’s more to life than coffee,” Marcus noted. “Right, Jim?”

“That’s the rumor, Master.”

Marcus chuckled.

Rusty knew that Jim’s Master had some weird thing about coffee and Jim hardly ever got to drink it. Well, he didn’t either if he wasn’t working, because they just didn’t keep it in the house.

He spent a ton of time at the coffee shop next to Master Gage’s shop. Enough that he had his own cup.
Marcus ushered them all into the car. Rusty sat in the back with Tanny. Once they were on the road, Marcus glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “Last chance to stop for a costume.”

“I’m fine, Sir. I just want to watch, not be watched.”

“Whatever you want, Rusty.” Marcus focused back on the road.

What he wanted was for the world to not be so goddamn mean, to not feel like a loser, like a skinny asshole who was easy to cheat on.

Which wasn’t these guys’ fault, they’d been nothing but kind to him. He probably shouldn’t have come out with them. He tried not to sigh.

The car came to a stop and Marcus turned off the engine. “Here we are. I hope everyone is ready for a bacchanal.”

They trooped in, and Master Billy caught Tanny up in a hug. The Masters hugged one another next, and Rusty snuck away to a small table in the back of the room, hidden in the dark.

The costumes were amazing, and none of them looked like the kind of thing you could find Walmart.
They were all sexy and wonderful, and he drew into himself, feeling dull and unremarkable. He saw a number of his corsets though. A bunch of them.

That was cool.

Jim came over, somehow finding him in his dark corner. “We’re going to eat. Why don’t you come join us?”

“Oh, are you sure? I don’t have to…” He was afraid he was going to cry.

“Of course I’m sure. We’re your friends, right? We want to have dinner with you. Come on.” Jim didn’t sound at all hesitant.

“Okay. Yeah. Thank you. I’d love to.” He found a smile for his friend, took Jim’s hand, and stood. 

“What are we eating?”

“Bat wings, lizard tails, werewolf steaks, and blood and fingernails pudding.” Jim shrugged. “I’m sure it’ll translate into something actually edible.”

“God, I hope so…” It sounded awful.

Jim laughed and pulled him down into the chair next to him. The two Masters gave him a smile, then Marcus’s eyes narrowed to somewhere behind him.

“Karl? Is that you in that top hat?”

“Marcus! Looking good.”

“So are you. Are you on your own?”

“Yep. Still riding solo.”

“We have an extra chair.” Marcus pointed to the seat next to Rusty and the up-until-now unseen Karl came into view.

The guy was tall and broad, wearing dress pants, a black vest that contrasted with his muscles—so hot—and a top hat on his head.

Rusty offered the man a tentative smile, smoothing down his auburn hair. He had long hair like Jim’s, but it wasn’t curly or bright. It was just hair.

His smile was returned, and a big one at that. “I’m Karl.”

“Rusty. Happy Halloween, Sir.”

“Thank you, boy. And back at’cha. I have to admit, while I enjoy Halloween, I’m a little hesitant about this menu they’re producing. I’m hoping I don’t have to sneak into a diner on my way home.” Karl had clear blue eyes that seemed to look right into him.

“Yes. I may offer to buy Marcus and Jim McD’s.”

“But not Billy and his boy? Is it the llama suit?” Those blue eyes were twinkling away.

“I don’t think they’re riding home with us, is all.” His cheeks were on fire.

“Oh, you’re staying with Marcus and Jim, are you? Very nice. They’re good people.”

Before he could reply, a vampire waiter put a huge platter in the middle of the table. “Bat wings, Sirs.”

Karl leaned toward him and murmured, “Those bat wings look an awful lot like chicken wings. I’m also betting that bat tastes a lot like chicken.”

“Yes, thank goodness. Bats don’t seem very tasty. Or legal.”

Karl chuckled. “No, I imagine not. Can I dish you up some? I have a longer reach.” Marcus and Billy were already putting wings on plates.

“If there are enough after everyone has had some, please.”

“Stop that, boy.” Karl shook his head, took his plate, and put some wings on it. “You’re not less than anyone else at this table.”

“Th-thank you. Seriously. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, boy.” Karl put a half-dozen wings on his plate, some of the bat’s blood dipping sauce and some carrots and celery, then set it down in front of him before filling up his own plate.

Oh. That was…oh. He looked at Tanny, who nodded at him, smiled, and gave him a thumbs-up.

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Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Top Ten Tuesday

 With all that's going on in the world, I have to admit that I've been having a hard time keeping up with the dailies, but I'm determined to get back into the swing of things and I'm starting with a top ten list - recently watched shows. While there are ten, they are in no particular order, these are ten shows that I have enjoyed.

Top Ten Shows Recently Watched

  1. Lucifer - This one is not new to me, but I loved the latest season. I have said it before and I will say it again - all shows should be written as if it was their last season because the quality is often superior.
  2. Umbrella Academy - I had watched the first couple of episodes when season 1 came out, but got busy and never finished it, so when season 2 arrived, I binged it from the start in about two days.
  3. Star Trek: Discovery - The new season has only just started and I loved the first episode. I'm looking forward to seeing where it goes.
  4. Lovecraft Country - I came late to this one and got to binge four or five episodes in a row, and then wished I had waited until the whole season had dropped, because it is immanently bingeable and I so wanted to keep going. So now I'm waiting until I have a few episodes banked before going back to it.
  5. The Haunting of Bly Manor - I'm only on episode 4 because I find it so very creepy and I watch with the hubby, but only a single episode at a time because I do not want to have watched several episodes only to have him go up to bed, leaving me alone with the creepy feelings. So we watch 1 and then watch other stuff before he has to go to bed. (Yes I'm a wuss when it comes to horror.)
  6. The Walking Dead: World Beyond - I had been watching The Walking Dead and then the Talking Dead after each new episode until that season opening with Neagan. Yeah. That was so bleak, so awful and I just couldn't bring myself to watch anymore. I might eventually go back and pick up from the next episode and finish out the series. That was the point when I stopped watching Fear the Walking Dead as well. I just couldn't deal. Again, maybe I'll go back and watch the rest of the episodes. But we thought we'd give World Beyond a try and three episodes in we're liking it. I love that the kids call the zombies 'empties'. I think it's an interesting take being from the pov of young people who have grown up with zombies as a reality in their life and how that changes their attitudes towards the whole zombie apocalypse compared to the adults.
  7. Marvel's Agents of Shield - I had thought it had been cancelled, so I was delighted when there was a 'final season' aired over the summer. Some seasons were good, some seasons were meh and some were not good at all, but this last season? Best writing the show has ever had. Not hampered by having to conform to the canon of the movies helped a lot, I think, but also knowing it was their last season seems to have upped the writing game. 
  8. Warrior Nun - Had no idea what this was going to be like and absolutely loved it. I really hope there is going to be another season.
  9. Teenage Bounty Hunter - Had no idea what to expect from this one - oh my goodness so much fun. Irreverent, funny, heartwarming. And omg, they are such teenagers. A surprise gem.
  10. Away - I enjoyed this one, especially the way being on the mission changed the people who were stuck together. The addition of following the families as well kept it from being too clausterphobic. 
I've watched lots of other stuff too, but these came to mind as the top ten from the last few months. 

Happy Tuesday!


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Sunday, July 26, 2020

Sneak Peek Sunday

The next book in the Sealed With a Kink series comes out on Tuesday! It's currently available for pre-order at Amazon and Kobo. On Tuesday it will be available at Turtlehat Creatives. Then on Friday at midnight it hits KU, so it'll be gone from Kobo and Turtllehat at that point.

I'm sharing an excerpt here today as a sneak peek!

Can a good flogging from the right man help a driven artist exorcise his demons?

Damien is a painter with demons. He spends most of his life working those demons out on his canvases, only leaving his studio when one friend or another shows up to drag him out for an hour or two. He’s tried everything to help him sleep through the night, and find some peace, but he knows he’s more than a little crazy and nothing has ever worked.

Trace has been dropping hints to Damien for a while that he’d like to be more than just friends, but Damien doesn’t ever seem to pick up on them. Believing he can give this beautiful man exactly what he needs, Trace takes the bull by the horns one evening when they’re both at the same bar and directly asks Damien to come home with him.

Is Trace right? Does he know exactly what Damien needs to give him some peace, and will Damien trust him enough to try, or is Damien doomed to be forever chased by them? Find out in this latest Sealed With a Kink book.

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Jesus, I’m bored.

I’ve been in the house for months, working, creating, and if Nels hadn’t thrown a temper tantrum and dragged me out to the bar, I’d still be doing it—throwing paint on the canvas and working out my demons.

But I’m here. I’m here with my beer, watching Nels dance with some little twink, and I’m waiting for it to turn nine o’clock so I can grab a car home.

I agreed to an hour. Nine makes an hour.

Someone sits next to me. I can feel that he’s a big guy even without looking. He feels solid, like suddenly there’s a brick wall right there.

I’m not looking. I’m not interested. I’m just waiting for nine.

So there.

The bartender comes over. “What’ll it be?”

“Coke, lots of ice, please.” His voice is like velvet dragging over gravel and it hits me in my balls.

Oh, damn. I need to pay my tab and go. Instead, I grin up at him. “Lots of ice?” My eyes go wide. “Trace? Hey.”

“Hi, Damien.”

I’d forgotten just how sexy his voice is, how warm his smile.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” I haven’t seen anyone in a while. I’ve been hiding.

“No, you haven’t been around. I was pleased when I walked in and saw you sitting here. Knew I had to come say hello.”

He’s making me hard just by talking.

Obviously I’ve been alone a while. I’ve known Trace forever. There’s never been a spark. “I’ve been working hard.”

“Too hard. You’ve got dark bags under your eyes.” He reaches out and gently touches me, right under my eyes, and it’s like he’s touching an electric wire to me.

“She’s a demanding mistress.” I am not gasping. I’m not. Nope.

“I know a thing or two about being demanding,” Trace notes. Have his eyes always been so very green? And intensely hot. That has to be new, right?

“Do you?” I take another swig of beer, trying to cool down.

“Yeah, I do. And I think you know exactly what I mean.” That timbre in his voice, that’s new too. So is the way he licks the moisture from his upper lip, tongue sliding slowly.

“H-how’s your Coke?” Stop it. You are not a virgin.

“Nice and cold. Exactly how I like it. How’s your beer?”

“Piss warm and nasty,” I admit. “I’ve been nursing it.”

“If you didn’t want it, why not order something else? A glass of water with ice would take a lot longer to get warm.”

“I was going to leave at nine.” A glass of iced water sounds amazing, though.

Trace nods at the barback, who comes right over. “Ice water, please.” Then he turns back to me, and I feel really seen. “You shouldn’t have to sip at warm beer for another ten minutes.”

“Thank you.” That’s—that’s kind. It feels like a balm, a little. Or maybe a lot.

“It’s the painting, right? Have you got something in particular riding your ass so hard?” The words conjure up a naughty image involving Trace and my ass.

“It is. I got demons, nothing big.” Just…being a worthless shit.

He touches my arm, and that zap from earlier is back like whoa. “Are you okay, Damien? I mean really.”

I go for casual and blithe, because no, no I’m not. I’m lonely, and I’m worn, and I’m more than a little broken.

He’s still staring at me, touching me, and I realize I haven’t actually said anything yet.

My cheeks heat, and I hide my face in the water. “I’ll be fine, honey. Thanks for asking.”

“I don’t think you are. And I want to help.” His tone is gentle, but there’s also a strength there.

“What? Why?” Why on earth would Trace care?

A wry smile quirks up one side of Trace’s mouth. “Because I’ve been interested in you since I first saw you and you’re getting deeper and deeper into your demons.”

“Oh, honey. I—I’m bad news. You have to know that, right?” I reach out and put my hand on his arm, and he’s so warm.

“You’re just… driven and probably a lot lost in what you call your demons. You need a master to take care of you. To help you… focus.”

“I wish.” But I’ve tried that. I’ve tried sex. I’ve tried pain. I’ve tried drugs. The only thing that works is, well, work.

“You could always think of me as your genie—granting you that wish,” Trace suggests.

He has no idea how tempting that is.

“I actually like you. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Damien, do you really have so low an opinion of yourself?” He touches my arm again, and it lights me up, warms me to the bone.

“I just know me. I’m a train wreck.” Sad but true.

“Like I said, you need a master.” He’s still touching me, fingers stroking my arm now, leaving tingles behind.

“I tried the lifestyle. I wasn’t good at it. Ask Carlson.” Oh. Probably Trace had. Carlson and I never even fucked—I let him tie me up, spank me. All I could do was wait for it to be over.

“Okay, let me rephrase. You need the right master.” Trace smiled. “I can even refine that. You need me.”

“Did you talk to him? It was a bad experience. I wasn’t ugly.” Was it nine? It had to be…

“I haven’t talked to anyone, Damien. I’ve been observing you. And flirting, but I don’t think I’m very good at it as you don’t seem to have noticed. I’m better at direct.”

“I—” Okay. Stop this. Stop this right now. “Do you dance?”

Wait. What?

“I’m no Arthur Miller, but I enjoy moving to the music.” Trace stands and holds out his hand. “And I happen to really like this song.”

“I do too.” I take his hand, and he’s so warm, so tall.

He leads us out into the dance floor and I can feel Nels shooting me a shocked look.

I glare over. I can dance, can’t I? Just one? I’m not taken, for fuck’s sake.

Nels makes a face and turns back to the twink he’s with, but I swear I can feel him cutting glances at me. It’s none of his business.

“Damien. You’re with me. Ignore everything else, yeah?”

That’s more than fair. One dance. Trace deserves that—all of me for a dance. “You’re right. I’d be happy to.”

I push into his arms, trusting that he’ll lead. He does, and we move together like we were made for it. His hands slide down to cup my ass and hold me closer. His fingers are hot, and it’s easy to relax and lean into the rhythm. God, he’s like a jungle gym.

He hums, and the sound is not only happy, but it vibrates through his chest and into me.

“That’s nice,” I whisper. I feel it everywhere, making me shiver.

That makes him hum even more, and I like it. A lot. “For you,” he whispers back at me.

Maybe we could have a one-night stand. Maybe…just one orgasm, one night.

Like he can hear my thoughts, he squeezes my ass in one hand, his fingers digging in through the thick denim of my jeans.

“Uhn…” My eyes roll up in my head, and my toes curl. “Damn.”

“Let me take you home, Damien. We’ll hide you from your demons for the night.”

“One night.” I want to. I want to just relax and let the world disappear.

“When this song is over.” Trace continues to move us, our bodies rubbing together, and he’s hard, cock thick and stiff in his slacks.

I nod, because dancing tells you how good the sex might be. And the way things are going, the sex is going to be fucking good.

We keep moving, the music dictating our speed.

One song slides into another, and I don’t mind. This is sensual and sexual and right. His body keeps moving against mine, slowly ramping me up and making me ache.

“We need to go. It’s been a long time.” And I’m not going to embarrass myself.

“As you wish.” His hands leave my ass and he takes one of mine, leading me from the dance floor and out the door.

Nels comes running up. “Bud? Where are you going, man?”

“I—With Trace.”

Trace slides an arm around my waist and tugs me into his side. I fit there perfectly. Damn. Like the space was made for me.

“With Trace, huh?” Nels rolls his eyes toward me. “You’re cool?”

“I’m cool.” It is a lie. I’m burning up.


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Thursday, July 9, 2020

Throwback Thursday

Written in 2012, this one hasn't actually been available for a few years. I've brought it back just in time for an "olympic" season. 

Digging for Gold

Olympic beach volleyball hopeful Kenn Majors just took out his shoulder during a surfing charity event and now the whole world's on his back, from his teammate to his father, to get back into shape in time for the Worlds, and then the Olympics. His new trainer, Dusty, is just one more change that's happened since he injured himself, and Kenn's not sure if he's coming or going. What's more, Dusty's a hot guy who's also gay. 

Will Kenn be able to keep his attraction under control and manage to get his shoulder back to where it needs to be in time to win at the Worlds? Or does the whole situation have disaster written all over it?



“What are you gonna fucking do, dude?” Dave’s voice cut across the room where Kenn sat, head down, arm still propped up in a brace.

“I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to.” Kenn hadn’t meant to in a deep, truly sorry sort of way.

“No shit you didn’t mean to, you stupid fuck, but you did. What were you thinkin’, man? Surfing? For fucking charity? We’re a team!”

“I didn’t think I’d wipe out.” And shit, Steph’d already come and chewed his ass like no other coach on earth. Steph. Mom. Dad. Julie. Jennifer. Pete, his dorm-mate. “I don’t need this shit from you, asshole.”

“I know, but…” Dave plopped down beside him. “Shit, you’re my partner, dude. You got my back. The World Cup Finals are in seven months. They’re saying you’re in that fucking brace another month.”

Kenn nodded. He was. Then six weeks without weight bearing. “I can do it. I won’t let you down.”

“Mercy’s pregnant.” Dave’s head dropped into his hands. “We’re going to get married.”

“Fuck. Damn.”

Scared brown eyes looked at him, and suddenly Dave seemed younger than him, even. “I know, right? That and then this… We gotta make it to the Olympics, dude.”

“We will.” They’d been on the competitive circuit together since the day he turned eighteen. Four years and two national championships.

“I still can’t believe you fucked up your goddamned arm.”

“Me either.” It was all just supposed to be fun—goof off, eat, ride a few waves. When the board had flipped and come down on his head and shoulder, the whole damn world had gone black for days. Three whole days.

Shit, he’d missed fucking Christmas day.

Dave ran his hands through his hair, sighed hard. “What’re you going to do?”

“Get a trainer. Get better quick. Hope my dad doesn’t kill me?” He was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be graduating in May.

“A trainer.” Dave nodded, looking more hopeful. “You’re going to work your ass off, right?”

“No, fuckhead. I’m going to be the King of Slack. I’m going to fuck off royally and bring you down. Shitass.” Like he’d ever fucked off. Ever. He was a fucking Bio major with a 4.0, a world-class volleyball player, a competitive surfer, and he frigging volunteered with PETA, for Christ’s sake.

“Fuck you, asshole. It’s not just me anymore, is it?”

“No. No, but it’s never just one of us.”

Dave sighed, nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I know. I just…worried, yeah?”

“I’ll be back at drills in six weeks. Back at practices right after that.” A break was good, right?

“You better be, dude. I need you at my back.”

“Shit, man. That’s what I do.”

Dave was his fucking partner, his goddamn best friend, and the best setter in the world, so long as Kenn was there to dig for him.

“So this is it then? See you in six weeks?”

“Well, you could come have a beer with me sometime. I’m not dead.”

Dave laughed. “As long as you don’t get drunk and clip the other one, yeah?”

He lifted his right arm and flipped Dave off. “Fuck you, buddy.”

“Yeah, and you, too.”

They laughed together and, for a minute, Kenn could believe he wasn’t screwed.


Dusty parked his car at the beach and headed out toward the waves. He loved the beach in the early morning. The sand underfoot, the sound of the waves. The only people around were the hard-core surfers and a few runners. It was great. He walked down by the waves for ten minutes or so, before he started looking for his appointment.

Stephanie Connor had called him a week ago, frantic about one of her athletes—Kenn Majors. Everybody in the scene had heard what had happened to him over Christmas, but Dusty, just like everyone else, assumed the man was out for the year. Apparently Kenn and Stephanie thought that was a bad idea.

Dusty saw the man in the sling, jogging at the edge of the surf, solid and stacked. Working hard despite the injury. It was a good sign. As long as the guy didn’t overdo. It’d be a shame for that beautiful body to be injured any longer than necessary.

“You Dustin, man?” Sun-bleached blond hair, huge green eyes—damn, that was a pretty man.

“I am. And you’re Kenn Majors.” He held out his hand.

“You know it. Thanks for meeting me.” The shake was strong, sure.

“It’s my pleasure. I’ve seen you play—you’re great.” They started walking together along the beach. “Frankly, I was surprised when Steph called me with the news that you wanted to be back in shape by Worlds. You ready for the work that’s going to take?”

“I don’t have any classes this semester. I don’t have anything else to do. Moved out of the dorms and everything.”

“Girlfriend?” They could be huge distractions, and if Kenn was going to make it to the Worlds, there could be no distractions.

“That’s between me and my coach.”

“Sorry, Kenn, but if I’m going to be your trainer, I need to know what else is going on in your life.” Food, social life, sleep—how long and when—as well as exercise and training routine; he was going to be in all of Kenn’s business, and if the man couldn’t take it, then it wasn’t the right partnership.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” There was a story there, he’d bet.

“If we work together, I’ll be setting your schedule, your diet, your regimen.”

“Whatever I have to do. I have to play.”

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Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Cloverleaf Dinner Roll Recipes

I was asked for the recipe for my cloverleaf dinner rolls, so I'm putting it here.

I got my recipe from 300 Best Canadian Bread Machine Recipes by Dinna Washburn & Heather Butt and I highly reccommend this book if you have a bread machine. Tons of recipes, both savory and sweet, simple and complicated and every time I've wanted to bake some sort of bread or roll, they've had a recipe for me. I have a bunch that I make on a regular basis - rolls, hamberger buns, challah, sourdough, white bread, french sticks, just to name a few.

Cloverleaf Dinner Rolls

Put into your bread machine:
1 1/3 cups milk (room temperature)
1 1/4 teaspoon salt
2 Tablespoons granulated sugar
2 Tablespoons butter (room temperature)
3 1/4 cups bread flour (white)
1 1/4 teaspoon bread machine yeast

(You can use all purpose flour and instant yeast, I just find if I use the bread machine versions of both I have better success with my dough)

Select the dough cycle and let it run.

Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface and rest for about 10 minutes.

Divide the dough into 12 portions, devide each portion into 3 balls. Place 3 balls into each cup of a lightly greased muffin tin. Don't worry too much about size - I always have some that are bigger and some that are smaller - I try to mix the balls up so that if I have a really big one, I'll also put in a smaller one so they all wind up with about the same amount of dough in them. Cover and let rise in a warm, draft-free place for 30-45 minutes. What I usually do is let them rise for about 30 minutes, and then turn on my oven and throw them in once it's come up to temperature, but your experience may vary depending on the warmth of your kitchen and your elevation.

Bake in a pre-headted 375 degree oven for 15-20 minutes - I always check after 15 so I don't burn.

They are ready when they are brown on top and sound hollow when you take one out and tap it on the bottom.

As soon as they come out of the oven, brush with melted butter. 

They taste best the same day - I'll make them to come out of the oven about 1-2 hours before supper to include them with supper. But they last a few days in an airtight container. 

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Top Ten Tuesday

It''s no secret I don't like the heat. At least at the moment the humidity isn't as nearly as bad as it can be some summers, so it's that little bit better. Anyway, I thought it would be the perfect time to do a top ten list about what I love about winter!

Top Ten Things I Love About Winter

  1. Snow! I love snow in all it's forms, but especially the great big slow flakes that leave the world hushed.
  2. Getting to wear hoodies! I really enjoy wearing sweaters and hoodies and just can't the rest of the year 'cause they make me too hot.
  3. Christmas! I do love the holiday season. Decorating and giving gifts and making cookies for people makes me happy.
  4. My birthday! I'm a winter baby.
  5. Cold weather! Give me a cold day over a hot day anytime.
  6. Blue skies! On the coldest of days there is very little humidity in the air and the sky is this incredibly blue blue that it doesn't get any other time of year.
  7. Less daylight! Yeah, yeah, I know this makes me a weirdo, but I like the shorter days. I am not a fan of sunshine and much prefer shorter days (sure by about March I'm ready for longer ones again, but as soon as the heat hits I'm looking forward to winter again.)
  8. No bugs! I have never seen a mosquito here in the middle of winter.
  9. White Hot Chocolate! I can have it during the summer if I want to, but there's nothing like a white hot chocolate on a cold winter's day. It warms you from the inside out.
  10. Snowstorms! The world becoming blanketed and quiet and everyone staying inside and watching. 
I don't know why I used exclamation marks for all of those...

Anyway - can you tell that I love winter?

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Monday, July 6, 2020

Movie Monday

Wow, I missed all of June! Welcome to me and heat - I hide even online *grins*

So movies - BFG and Artemis Fowl both watched on Disney in the same weekend. I loved one, the other I couldn't stay awake while watching...






So Artemis Fowl was the one I was disapointed in. There were some neat features, but it could have been so much better than it was. I think it didn't help that the main character just wasn't that likeable. Of course, I'm also not the intended audience, so possibly the younger crowd would have appreciated him more, I don't know and I don't have young ones anymore to give me their opinion. Having said that, I've enjoyed many an animated or aimed at the younger crowd movie so...

I hadn't seen BFG before and figured I'd give it a try because I remember thinking it looked neat back when it was originally out and had previews up for it. I really enjoyed this movie (I wasn't sure that I would, as I don't always enjoy animated stuff.) This one was charming, though. The two main characters were great and I loved the overall feel of the movie as well as the story. 

If you can only pick one of the two to watch - definitely go for BFG!

Happy monday!
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