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Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Tasty Tuesday with a Teaser - Cream Puffs from Eva Lefoy
Desserts and hot chefs go
together!
When I wrote a hot dessert
chef, I had to pair him with a woman who liked desserts. After all, a
vegetarian and a butcher just don’t go together :) So I came up with a woman called
Violet Cunningham. She not only likes desserts, she has a favorite one:
raspberry cream puffs.
Now, cream puffs aren’t that
hard to make, as I later discovered after the writing group took me under their
wing and into the kitchen. Since I’m not really an ardent baker – I make
really good brownies, but don’t do the fancy stuff – I thought there must be
some trick to them. There’s not. Especially if you’ve got a good hand mixer!
Here’s the tried-and-true
ancient Betty Crocker recipe we made:
1 C water
1/2 C butter
1 C flour
4 Eggs
Filling – whipped cream, etc.
Confectioner’s sugar
Heat oven to 400. Heat water
and butter to a boil. Stir in flour. Stir vigorously over low heat about 1
minute or until mixture forms a ball. * Note: I took the pan off the heat and
used a mixer to do this. Much easier! * Remove from heat. Beat in eggs all at
once, continue beating until smooth. *Note: again, I found the hand mixer
indispensable! * Drop dough by scan 1/4 cup fulls 3″ apart on ungreased backing
sheet. Bake 35 to 40 minutes or until puffed and golden. Cool away from
draft.
Pull out any filaments of soft
dough. Carefully fill with whipped cream. Replace tops; dust with
confectioners’ sugar. Refrigerate.
There’s another recipe in the
back of my book, Sweet Cravings, out
now from Decadent Publishing and below is an excerpt that should get your
whipped cream whipping.
Excerpt:
I ducked into the kitchen before the bored-looking maître d’ could accost
me and found myself heating up at the sight of a stainless steel table.
Sous-chefs in white hats and dishwashers with racks of clean plates bustled
back and forth down the aisle in front of me, but I didn’t spot the pastry chef
in their midst. I almost gave up and left before noticing the light was on in
the “secret kitchen.” I gulped.
My knees went weak, and I stood frozen to the spot. Inside me,
determination, embarrassment, and heady desire warred. I wanted so bad to turn
and walk out, find another caterer, and be done with it. But I couldn’t.
There’d be questions. Chuck would want to know why he wasn’t getting the best
French-trained chef in town, and I’d be up shit creek without a paddle. What
could I say? Sorry, I didn’t mean to have
hot, sweaty sex with the guy—if I’d known you’d need him the next week, I would
have waited?
Remembering the hot sex had my traitorous feet moving forward, toward the
door instead of away. Wrong direction, I told them. Shut up and go with it, my pussy ordered. I bit my lip, swallowed
my pride, and knocked.
The door opened and the man himself appeared wearing a chef’s coat
splattered with pretty light pink frosting and powdered sugar. One whiff of him
convinced me he’d taste positively delicious. My stomach let out a loud rumble,
and I put my hand over it to try and squelch the embarrassing sound.
His mouth fell open when he caught sight of me. In fact, he seemed kind of
stunned for a second. My fight-or-flight response kicked in. I swiveled on my
heel, but he grabbed my elbow and tugged me inside his secret domain once more.
“Mademoiselle,” he murmured low and rich as fudge pudding. “How nice to see you
again. Please, come in.”
I glanced at his face from under my lashes and found him smiling at me,
looking as though he might actually be glad to see me again. Part of me
stiffened, vibrating with nervous energy. The rest of me tingled in saucy
anticipation. The promise of man and dessert made one once more for my licking
pleasure had me close to giggling with happiness as the door snicked shut. As
he twirled me in his arms and drew me close, the all-important notes clutched
in my hand could have jumped a shuttle for Mars for all I cared.
His mouth surged over mine, his lips warm, wet, and insistent, as though he
needed to make up for lost time. I heartily seconded the sentiment, and the
kiss turned from buttery hot and soft to spicy and decadent with a touch of
dare.
I opened my mouth to let his tongue in, and we both moaned at the
intrusion, his hips bucking against mine as he pressed my butt into the table.
I clutched his shoulders, pulling him closer as my initial embarrassment waned.
He tasted of sweet pastry, and I savored the flavor as I relaxed in his arms.
God, the hungers the man awoke in me with just one kiss!
I’d dressed “professionally” for the occasion—stockings,
skirt, silk work blouse, light blazer, and heels—so it wasn’t a surprise to
feel the heat of his hand brush along the smooth stocking covering my thigh.
But I let out a yelp as his strong fingers ripped through the material and
pushed the stocking aside, delving under the crotch of my panties, headed
directly toward my wetness.
“Spread for me,” he growled.
My sex clenched but my tremulous legs parted, obeying his
command to give him easy access. Long, thick fingers slid through my dampness
until they were coated with my slick cream before plunging inside my wet core.
I moaned into his kiss at the glorious pressure and he chuckled. His other arm
held me close as his mouth continued to plunder mine, setting up a tantalizing
rhythm with his tongue and his fingers that my body could not ignore. My head
rolled back and my hips rocked into his thrusts. I emitted soft, mewling cries
every time his cock ground against my clit. It felt so good I thought I’d died
and gone to pink frosting heaven. “Oh, God. Please. Just a little more….”
He quickly upped his game, nibbling down the column of my
neck and then moving his fingers up to my clit, circling it with my own
slippery juices until I was on the brink of breaking apart and screaming my
head off. Then he abruptly pulled his hand away. “Dinner.”
“W-what?” Every brain cell in my mind struggled to
comprehend the concept of language. It seemed so foreign, so far away, so unnecessary.
My hot button throbbed with frustration. I’d been so close….
“Dinner. Have dinner with me. I promise you won’t be
disappointed.”
I panted, trying to form words. No matter how I rocked my
hips, he remained just out of reach from where I needed him most. My fingers
dug into his back, silently demanding satisfaction. But he gave me none.
“Say yes,” he commanded. “Or this ends here. Now.”
His demand seemed simple enough and since agreeing would get
me everything I so badly wanted I said, “Yes.”
***
See what else Violet and her sexy chef Max do in his secret kitchen, and if
you have time, whip up a batch of cream puffs to eat while you read!
Enjoy!
~ Eva Lefoy
Tasty Tuesday - Role Playing & Screaming Orgasms
In the heat of summer spice up the night with a little role playing.
Your honey can be a bartender and you are... well... you!
You walk up to him (the bar) and say,
"Hey there handsome. How about you give me a Screaming Orgasm?"
1 oz vodka
1 1/2 oz Bailey's® Irish cream
1/2 oz Kahlua® coffee liqueur
1 1/2 oz Bailey's® Irish cream
1/2 oz Kahlua® coffee liqueur
Pour first vodka, then Bailey's, then Kahlua into a cocktail glass over crushed ice. Stir.
Caution: use only high quality vodka. Cheap vodka can cause the Bailey's to curdle. Test your brand of vodka by mixing 1 Tsp each of vodka and Bailey's first.
How this scene plays out is strictly up to you.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Crow Magic Review & Contest
Crow Magic received a 4-STAR review
"This was a far different installment to the 1Night Stand series that I am familiar with, and will certainly appeal to some readers far more than the more formulaic story arc that is more traditional in the series. Mary Quast has created a short erotic story that nearly screams for a full length story, but that is due to the lovely characterization, the volumes of information and the strong spiritual journey that the reader follows with Lucy as she meets and enjoys her one night with Tecumseh"
AND
ENTER THE CONTEST
AT THE END OF THE POST
FOR A CHANCE TO WIN ONE OF THREE PRIZES.
1. Handmade beaded bracelet
2. Handmade beaded earrings
3. FREE download of Handcuffs & Silk
Friday, August 2, 2013
Flirty Friday - Fun Firty Lines
1. Come live in my
heart, and pay no rent.
2. I know milk does good for the body but DAMN how much did you drink?
3. Did the sun just come out or did you just smile at me?
4. I want to taste something sweet,could i taste your lips?
5. Excuse me, I think you have something in your eye. Oh wait,
it’s just a sparkle.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Tuesday Teaser - DL Jackson
If you enjoyed the last two Tuesday Teasers, here's the final teaser and you might want to sit down for this one...
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D. L. Jackson is a writer of urban fantasy, science fiction, military romance and erotic romance. She loves to incorporate crazy plot twists, comedy and the unexpected into her worlds. As a U.S. Army veteran, she naturally adores men in uniform and feels the world could always use more. She does her part by incorporating as many sexy soldiers in her novels as she can. When she isn't writing or running the roads, you can often find her online chatting with her peers and readers. Grab a cup of iced coffee, pull up your virtual chair and say hi. She loves emails and blog visits from her readers.
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will falling in love with her trainer throw her off course, or finally put her
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Sunday, July 28, 2013
Sneak Peek Sunday - Eagle Dance
Please enjoy the first six paragraphs of Eagle Dance.
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| Dyami Schafer - Eagle Dance |
~This is a draft so keep in mind it is not edited.~
Snow fell in
frilly ice crystals, decorating the sleeve of his dark brown Carhartt jacket. A pair landed on the hard material, molded together
forming a larger, beautiful design.
No two flakes are the same, but yet
they manage to find a mate. He released a sigh and pushed away negative vibes teasing the
edge of his mind. Straightening his back, he stretched stiff muscles. Everything in nature happens for a reason.
Several months ago over a few beers he confided in a friend who listened while he celebrated his own pity party. Reaching his limit and fed up of women staring at him with fear or disgust, he needed to vent. His large size and dark Native American features didn’t help him find dates in the past and unfortunately his nesting instinct kicked in recently. He wanted a good woman who would accept and love him for the rest of his life. His buddy told him about the elite dating service, 1 Night Stand, where one night often led to a love match. His spirit nurtured the seed of hope planted in his thoughts and persuaded him to fill out the paperwork for a blind date.
Months of waiting, he saw a hawk fly overhead while he drank his morning coffee. His people considered hawks to be messengers so he checked his emails and discovered a message from Madame Eve. After a day of working, he drove almost 700 miles and spent the night in a cheap hotel along Interstate 80 so he’d arrive at his destination with vim and vigor. During the trip he fought poor weather and spent hours talking to himself to stay focused. Surely the lonely journey would not have been made in vain.
He clasped the totem pendant he wore around his neck and closed his eyes. The small eagle mounted on an arrowhead represented his linage. The rough edges dug into his palm yet gave him comfort. In his culture some legends are true; there are those who are blessed to be born with a totem animal or a spirit guide. His family is considered blessed by the Great Spirit with not only a spirit animal who resides within one’s soul but also the gift of shifting from man to that of his animal.
Drawing from the strength of his ancestors, he prayed he made the right decision. The spirit of the eagle fluttered against his heart telling him to continue his journey. Countless moments make a lifetime and a chain of them brought him to the place he needed to be. Madame Eve found a woman who would accept his secret and dance with him. With confidence he climbed the steps to the main building of the Castillo Poconos Resort.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Humpday Hottie
This post is coming to you while I'm on vacation in beautiful northern Michigan.
I love going Up North!!!
And we ALL love a guy who shows support for our team.
Have a great week.
GO TIGERS!
Monday, July 22, 2013
Monday Mojo - Hot Weather Oooooo!
It's summer time and we are wearing lighter clothing and sometimes less of it to stay cool. Is it having all that skin exposed cranking up our desires?
Warm weather gives the opportunity for people to get out, mingle and socialize more. But the hot stickiness sometimes can be a turn off from touching one another.
Warm weather gives the opportunity for people to get out, mingle and socialize more. But the hot stickiness sometimes can be a turn off from touching one another.
However...
The hotter the room, the fiercer the orgasm.
Alright Summer...
bring on the heat!
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