Penis and Paprikash, Love and Lists Blog Tour

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More laughs, more fun, and more of Gavin’s penis. For anyone out there that has not read Tara’s books you are missing out. These are simply the funniest group of characters you’ll ever meet. Sivec has done it again with the list and the grown up children of the original Seduction and Snacks crew.
   Now Claire once a month makes a chicken dish and I have choosen to share this recipe with you all. Welcome back Fiction Food Friday!
      Chicken Paprikash

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Love & Lists (Chocoholics #1) 
by Tara Sivec
Release Date: October 1, 2013
Purchase Links: 🙂
Amazon ­­ Love and Lists (Chocoholics)

Barnes and Noble — http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/love-and-lists-tara-sivec/1117005303?ean=2940148746430
Book Blurb:
Love and Lists is the first book in the Chocolate Lovers spinoff – Chocoholics: The foul-mouthed offspring tell their stories.

Twenty-five-year-old Gavin Ellis has always had the love and support of his family ever since he was a little boy and couldn’t stop talking about his penis. He’s also always had their unsolicited advice and uncanny knack of embarrassing him at all costs. Now that he’s an adult and trying to convince the love of his life to love him back, things haven’t changed very much from when he was younger.

When Gavin’s best friend Tyler suggests he make a to-do list of items that will ensure he wins the girl, Gavin is one-hundred-percent on board: after a few six packs.

After puking in the shrubs, a bad experience with Viagra, a Sex-Ed course gone wrong, and a slew of other mishaps courtesy of his family and friends, Gavin is pretty sure this list will be the death of him.

Sometimes, trying to make someone love you with a list isn’t always the best idea. Especially when “Show her your penis” is the first “to-do” item…
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Fiction Food Friday Guest Post by Author Chelsea Camaron

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We owe Chelsea some big thanks here at Life in Print, she threw this together for us while visiting family. THANK YOU !

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Daddy’s Girl, the importance of the Men in our lives

A daughter first learns about love from her Dad.  He shows her how she should be treated in how he treats her and her mother.  He sets the expectation for all others to follow.  Now, I know in some situations this is not the case.   Sometimes this example is a negative one and for others a positive one.
Here is a little Chelsea Camaron personal life…….my Dad is not my biological Dad, matter of fact on paper he’s not my Dad at all.  You see, my biological father, is the negative example, he bailed when I was a baby, drugs and feeding his addiction were a bit more important than me.  My Dad now and Mom were married when I was sixteen years old, but being an old family friend, there isn’t a time in my life I don’t remember my Dad being a part of.  I don’t know how it is everywhere else, but I grew up in a small Coastal North Carolina town.  In the South you will find these small towns, deep rooted in tradition.  My parents started their relationship when I was just ten years old.  My mom had to work a lot so rather than me be home alone, my dad took me to work with him.  He owns his own garage, so I spent my days after school and summer, handing him tools, answering phones, organizing and shelving parts.  To this day, I am an avid car fanatic.  My dad has loved both my mom and I unconditionally.  When I started dating, he did the typical Dad meet boy, set the rules, and Dad scare boy routine.  To this day, my Dad is the one I go to when I need solid advice.  He is my rock.
He’s the best and he has molded me into the woman I am today.  All the Dad moments in my Daddy’s Girls series stem from some experience with my Dad.  Yes, he really did send me on dates with a small gas can and hammer (Restore My Heart) – this was 1997 cell phones weren’t what they are today.  Yes, he really did give me the “this house isn’t a drive thru speech” found in Full Throttle (to be released June 21st).  My Dad has been the security I’ve needed throughout and I can’t put into words just how much he means to me.
I’ve been blessed that this amazing man came into my life to fill a role abandoned by a lesser man.  I know that not every girl gets to have what I have in my Dad.  For those of you that do, or those of you who see your husband’s giving their all to your children, be sure to say an extra special Thank You this Father’s Day.  We are some lucky ladies!!!!! J

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 In NC pulled pork bbq with hushpuppies and sweet tea are summer staples…….you will find two types of bbq sauce both famous Carolina BBQ sauces in their own right.  For us coastal folks we like a more vinegar based sauce which has a little more kick others a little more inland sometimes like a sweeter sauce which has more of a ketchup base.  Here are two great sauce recipes from my Dad.  If you don’t have a pig cooker to cook a whole hog, you can get Boston Butts from your local grocery store, cook them and chop fine into BBQ.

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Piedmont Style Ketchup based BBQ Sauce
1 1/2 cup cider vinegar
1/2 cup ketchup
1/2 cup water
1 tablespoon sugar
1 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
Mix all ingredients thoroughly. Place in an airtight container and refridgerate for at least a day, allowing the flavors to blend. Shake well before using.

Coastal Carolina Vinegar Based Sauce
1 cup cider vinegar
1 tablespoon salt
1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1 teaspoon crushed red pepper flake
1 tablespoon brown sugar
Mix all ingredients thoroughly.  Place in and airtight container and refridgerate for at least a day, allowing the flavors to blend.  Shake well before using. 
 
Happy Summer BBQing 🙂

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Salvaged (Daddy’s Girls)

Restore My Heart (Daddy’s Girls)

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Fiction Food Friday with L. David Hesler

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Today we are featuring Divine Intermission by L. David Hesler. Now I know this is a deviation from the normal YA, Paranormal, and Romance review, but it’s free for my readers today. I know you haven’t heard much about this author. I know I have been featuring his Deadtown serial every Monday. I have my reasons, one Hesler is talented and I’m betting on his rise to the top, someday. Two, I really enjoy his humor, he makes me laugh.
This novella starts with gods working in cubicles in a high rise office building and messing with the universe. Their desk calendars always end on Thursday, as in kuput end of the world. I know a bit twisted in an Office Space kind of way. We move on to Carl a mediocre writer, who lives a very strange life filled with bad dates and weird deja vu. He finds out he has a special place in his multiple existences. What happens can Carl fix things that are out of whack or does he end up a dung beetle, again.
This story reminds me so much of The Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy it’s not funny. It has a very similar type of dry humor. For this reason alone it is a three star read but for the added umph that is Hesler’s wonderfully descriptive writing style it gets 4.25 fluffy raccoon tails.
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EXCERPT
Meanwhile, outside and down the street from Carl’s house was a raccoon who had gotten into a half empty bottle of tequila left in the ditch by a vagrant or careless teenager; the raccoon had first only been curious about the liquid in the broken bottle, but as the taste grew more pleasant and the creature’s tongue grew more numb, the raccoon finished off the bottle in true collegiate fashion. The raccoon had then gotten the grand and drunken notion that it would be quite awesome to climb the tallest tree in the block.

The reason?

To urinate on all the other raccoons who had told it not to climb the tree in the first place. It carefully crawled up the trunk of the elm tree, falling off only once and landing in a hedgerow, and made its way into the uppermost branches.

 The view from atop the tree was, indeed, quite awesome, and he was about to urinate on all of his raccoon friends while explaining to them how completely awesome the view was when the tequila finally knocked the creature completely unconscious. Fortunately, the raccoon was utterly toasted in the binge-drinking sense of the word because it tumbled out of the tree and crashed into an old electrical transformer, where it became toasted in the grilled cheese sandwich sense of the word. 
(No raccoons were harmed in the writing of this blog post)
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PIZZA GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH author’s choice
From Taste of Home

Ingredients
1 tablespoon butter, softened
2 slices bread
1 slice provolone cheese
6 slices pepperoni
3 tablespoons pizza sauce
Additional pizza sauce, optional

Directions
Butter one side of each slice of bread. Place one slice in a skillet, butter side down. Top with the cheese, pepperoni, pizza sauce and second bread slice, butter side up.
Cook over medium heat until golden brown, turning once. Serve with additional pizza sauce if desired. Yield: 1 serving.
Nutritional Facts
1 serving (1 each) equals 413 calories, 27 g fat (14 g saturated fat), 61 mg cholesterol, 1,049 mg sodium, 28 g carbohydrate, 2 g fiber, 14 g protein.

I made it for lunch trying to discover the perfect grilled cheese recipe. It totally rocked! The buffalo chicken and blue cheese was a bust though.

Fiction Food Friday!!!! Breakfast with Christa and Broken

Well we are doing it again it’s officially a hit…what’s that you say? It’s time for FICTION FOOD FRIDAY!  This week we’re having breakfast with Leila and Garrett from “Broken” by Christa Cervone.
When I heard from Christa, I had a minor melt down, I have wanted to read this book for so so so long! The blurbs sounded awesome when it came out and I entered every giveaway. I didn’t win anything.:( So when Christa got in touch I was totally doing this…
ok you get the point especially the dance at the end. Any way Christa has kindly provided the book for review, excerpt, and recipe for this post.
The book has a banging (hehehe) start.

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Our Leila


Leila is stumbling drunk and screwing a guy on the way to her apartment. Yeah, they don’t even get inside. You quickly get the feel she is a decent person with pain that she bandages up with sex and alcohol. She is also a talented wedding photographer and that where she runs into the boy who broke her heart.
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Our Garrett


Garrett is at a wedding Leila is shooting as the “douche of honor’s” date. You can immediately tell there is something big between them after years of not seeing each other the way she reacts.
Life continues and Leila’s issues are becoming more apparent. Friends and family start to push her about getting help, which she does.  Meanwhile, Garrett can’t get her out of his mind.

They do end up with each other and very happy,but there is a long road of healing and some great sex between.
A solid 4 1/2 stars read!
Excerpt
I woke before he did, so I let him sleep.  He looked so beautiful lying in my bed. I never wanted him to leave.  I snuck out from under his arm and tiptoed to the kitchen.  I wanted to make him a special breakfast.  Money was tight for me, so I couldn’t spoil him the way he did me with gifts.  I had borrowed a waffle iron from my mother to make us Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream.  I also bought eggnog flavored coffee for him because he was a coffee drinker unlike me.  One of his gifts was a small coffee maker to leave here.  He’d been going out every morning and buying a coffee.   
Once I had everything perfect, I quietly crept back into my room.  Crawling back trying not to wake him I gently took his arm and wrapped it around me and pressed up against his bare chest.  His regular body temperature must run five degrees warmer than a normal human.  He was always so warm, and I loved it.  I was usually freezing.  He began to stir. 
“Hey,” he said sleepily. “Merry Christmas, Babe.”
“Did I wake you?” I asked, softly caressing his face. “Go back to sleep.”
“Mmmm. . . What smells so good?” He asked.
“Oh, that is just a little something I whipped up for us,” I smiled.
“You cooked?” He asked shocked.
“Ha ha ha . . . Very funny.  Yes, I cooked.  I never said I couldn’t cook.  I said I didn’t like to cook, there’s a difference.”  I sat up. “Are you hungry?  You want to eat?” 
“I’m starving, but I am not ready to eat . . .  Yet,” he said, winking at me.  He pulled me back down on the bed.
“Again?” I said jokingly.  “You haven’t grown sick of me yet?”
“I could never get sick of you,” he said turning very serious.  His body was directly over mine.  His eyes were glued onto mine making the butterflies start to flutter again. 
“I love you,” he whispered. 
Rolling over onto his side, he slowly and gently moved his hand up my t-shirt to my breasts.  He touched one nipple and then the other. They instantly became erect from his touch.  I moaned softly.  I reached down into his boxers, he was already hard.  I laughed. 
“It doesn’t take much with you, Babe.  I swear I just hear your voice and I get hard,” he laughed. 
“Hold that thought,” I said as I jumped out of bed.
“Where are you going?  You can’t just leave me here with a raging hard-on,” he yelled after me.
“I’ll be right there!” I shouted from the kitchen.
I returned to my bedroom with my arms behind my back and a huge smile on my face.
“What is the look for?  You look like you are up to no good,” he said with his sexy grin.
“Well, that depends on what you classify as no good,” I said walking over to him.
I pulled the can of whipped cream from behind my back, and I began shaking it.  The look on this face was priceless.  I wish I would have had my camera.  He pushed himself up into a sitting position. 
“Get your sweet ass over here with that,” he said patting the bed.
I crawled into bed next to him and he damn near ripped my shirt off me.  Taking the whipped cream can from my hand he began to shake the bottle and popped the top off.
“Lay back and close your eyes, Babe,” he said with a growl.  “I can’t wait to eat your pussy with this.” 
His words made me tingle.  He knew exactly how to get me going. 
I laid back and closed my eyes.  I felt him creep down the bed and then I heard the squirting noise of the whipped cream.  He started with my breasts. I jumped when it touched my skin. It was cold.  I felt my nipples getting hard, then his mouth sucking the whipped cream off one then the other.
“So fucking good,” he moaned as his warm tongue gently teased around each of my nipples.  I could feel myself getting warm and wet in between my legs. 
I felt the bed shake again then heard the sound of the squirting.  Again, I jumped from the coldness of the whipped cream.  This time he was putting it on my pussy.  I felt him spread my folds and squirt more.  With my eyes still closed, I felt his warm body over me. “I’m going to eat you raw,” he said breathing lightly on my face. 
A chill ran down my spine, and I licked my lips.  The anticipation was killing me.  I wanted him to make me come.  He slowly moved down the bed.  The first lick made me arch my back. It was rough and unexpected but felt amazing. 
“Do that again,” I panted reaching for his head and I gripped his hair. 
He licked me hard again.  I could feel the stubble on his face.  It felt like sandpaper, but I liked the friction.  I began to writhe.  I felt him take his hands and spread my folds.  He began licking from top to bottom, stopping long enough to tease my clit with the tip of his tongue in a small circular motion.  I could feel my orgasm building, and I was getting so close, and then he stopped. 
I grabbed a fist full of his hair.  “Stop teasing me,” I pleaded.
“What? What’s the matter?  You don’t like that?”  He said giving me another hard lick. 
I arched my back again.  “I love it but I want to come,” I moaned. 
“Is that really what you want?”  I could feel him smile up against my skin, while he continued to tease me.
“God, yes!”  I gasped.
“As you wish,” he laughed.
He started with a gentle lick almost like he was lapping something up. He increasingly began to apply more pressure moving his tongue from side to side.  I could feel it building I was almost there.  I tugged on his hair.
“Jesus Babe, can you leave me some hair,” he laughed.
“I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly as the wave of my orgasm ran through my body.  I felt my entire body stiffen as he teased me.  I was to the point where I needed him to stop, I couldn’t take it anymore.  I tried to push his head away, but he wouldn’t budge.
“G, please stop.  I can’t take anymore,” I begged.  “It’s your turn.”
He lifted his eyes to look at me,. “I told you, until you’re raw.”
I began to squirm trying to free myself from his tongue. “Baby please.  You have to stop.”
He must have heard the tone of my voice because he stopped. “Ok Babe,” he said with a shit eating grin on his face. 
Breakfast Time

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Belgium Waffles

2 cups cake flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
4 large eggs, separated
2 tablespoons sugar
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
4 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
2 cups milknon-stick cooking spray
Directions
Preheat the waffle iron according to the manufacturer’s instructions. In 1 medium bowl sift together flour, baking powder, and salt. Set aside. In a second bowl use the wooden spoon to beat together the egg yolks and sugar until sugar is completely dissolved and eggs have turned a pale yellow. Add the vanilla extract, melted butter, and milk to the eggs and whisk to combine. Combine the egg-milk mixture with the flour mixture and whisk just until blended. Do not over mix. In third bowl, beat the egg whites with an electric mixer until soft peaks form, about 1 minute. Using the rubber spatula, gently fold the egg whites into the waffle batter. Do not overmix! Coat the waffle iron with non-stick cooking spray and pour enough batter in iron to just cover waffle grid. Close and cook as per manufacturer’s instructions until golden brown, about 2 to 3 minutes. Serve immediately.
*book was read for entertainment only, views may/may not reflect our values*

Fiction Food Friday Recipe and Review from “In Spades

Welcome to our new feature we are calling this Fiction Food Friday! Our goal here is to make and keep reading fun so tell us if you want more. Thank you to K. Pinson for being a good sport and helping us out. Ms. Pinson provided the book. the recipe, and the short excerpt.
Short Review

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In Spades by K. Pinson is a twisting and turning romance. A 3.75 beating hearts read.

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I loved Dax and Ava annoyed me most of the book. But she was scarred and needed help. Get some counseling girl! The writing style was not my thing, there was just too much poor me, wah wah stuff. For those of you it bothers there are a few mistakes but nothing that takes away from the story.

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It starts with a bang, literally, a shattered mirror showing a young woman scared by a childhood filled with abuse.

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My Ava

Ava takes her autistic young sister into her heart and home after the suspected murder of their mother and the suicide of their father. Ava is a teacher and works weekends in a bar because we all know how incredibly well teachers get paid (sarcasm intended.) There she meets Faith and eventually the dark, sexy lead singer Daxton.

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My Dax

Dax is just a Friday night bar band guy. But when Ava sees him using his music as therapy in her sister Abby’s classroom the drunken sex on his living room floor comes back to haunt her. Now Dax wants a real date and she says yes. So he COOKS for her, what a man! I’ll need smelling salts if he does dishes. After struggling through the mire of each of their pasts, the love grows. They do end up on the way to a wedding, but both of their pasts intrude on their happiness. Does it change the wedding plans? Do they get their happily ever after? I don’t know and you can’t find out until book 2. Holy Hell of a cliffhanger! A play on Paul Harvey here we need the rest of the story.

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Dax’s Mexi-Lasagna – K. Pinson

1lb.  lean ground beef
1/2 cup  chopped onions
1/2 cup  chopped green peppers
2-1/2 cups  Thick ‘N Chunky Salsa
1 can  (11 oz.) whole kernel corn, drained
1 small bag shredded lettuce
1cup of chopped tomatoes
12 corn tortillas (6 inch), divided
1Package of taco seasoning
1cup  Shredded Sharp Cheddar Cheese
1 can  (2-1/4 oz.) sliced black olives, drained

HEAT oven to 375°F.

BROWN meat in large skillet; drain. Return meat to skillet. Add onions & peppers; cook 3 to 4 min. or until crisp-tender, stirring occasionally. Add salsa, corn and seasoning; mix well.

LAYER 1/3 of the meat mixture and half each of the tortillas and cheese in 13×9-inch baking dish. Repeat layers; cover with remaining meat sauce. Sprinkle with Cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomatoes and olives.

BAKE 30 min. or until heated through.
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Dessert (Excerpt)

So what’s for dinner?” I asked, hoping to get the focus off of me. 

“Well, if you would like to climb your pretty ass up on the kitchen table, I’d be more than obliged to eat you.” 

I whipped my head back to look at him and he busted out laughing. 

“I’m serious though Ava, you look good enough to eat.” He gave me his famous shit eating grin and I couldn’t help but smile back. 

This boy was going to be the death of me. True to his word, Daxton had made Mexi-Lasagna and it was melt in your mouth good. I seriously couldn’t stop the involuntary moans that were coming from my mouth every time I took a bite.

 “Who knew someone so hot could cook so well.” I had mumbled out in between bites. I barely came up for air during the entire meal. My nervous stomach had subsided and I was just diving in. 

“You think I’m hot?” Daxton asked and smirked at me. Damn his cocky self, why did he have to be so adorable? 

“I’ll never tell.” I smirked back. 

“Oh, you’ll tell me if you ever want me to cook for you again.” He slid my plate away from me and I snatched it so fast, I’m sure he caught whiplash. 

“That’s exactly what I thought babe.“ With a wink, he went back to finishing his meal.