Sunday, October 30, 2016

Hot Ham and Swiss Croissants!

There are some days when I want to be really nice to my kids and just give them something delicious but that's super easy to make. And lately with the constant rain I also want to make them something that is straight out of the oven and warm.

So both of my kids are ham lovers but have I mentioned that they are picky? So it can't be a full ham but deli slices. I decided to make them hot ham and cheese croissant sandwiches. We made them on a day that had dance, field lacrosse and soccer so the kids jumped at the nice warm sandwiches. I had mine on healthy bread so that I could enjoy the easy dinner too!

These were just so easy to make and the kids both loved them. Mik had one and Bren ate two of them! He absolutely loved them!

I loved that they were so easy to make and as my son came home later than us I waited until I knew what time he would home close to before sticking his in the oven and the timing worked out great!

Super easy meal!!

Sunday, October 23, 2016


2016 Halloween Collection

NOT WHAT HE THOUGHT by Melissa Kendall

Castle Wolves Series Book 3

by Melissa Kendall


As I spend more time at the ice rink these days I become more tired and frozen to the core. Those days I want my comfort food and I want super easy. Nothing better than soup after a long, cold day!!

So I've always liked tomato soup but never have it out of a can. For some reason when I am tired I don't seem to look in the pantry for food and stare at the fridge until I give up. When I was going through Pinterest I was in the mood for comfort and love parmesan cheese so decided to give this one a try.

Now, in this recipe I cheated on my diet. The recipe required me to make a roux and I didn't have any whole wheat flour and I honestly wasn't sure if the Almond flour would work as I haven't used it before. I was afraid that the taste would change the soup. The recipe only used 1/4 of flour and it has about 6 servings so I figured I was ok to cheat although I'm sure my body will not be happy later!

I thought the soup was great and it was definitely good and cheesy. I thought maybe it could use a little more tomato flavour. The only other small problem I encountered was after adding the roux to the soup as I think I should have whisked it in instead of stirring it in. Otherwise another great success!

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Arabian Nights & Arabian Nights by Clive Johnson

Tradional Tales from a Thousand and One Nights, Contemporary Tales for Adults
by Clive Johnson

Friday, October 21, 2016

The Promise by Melody Grace



“Promise me one thing. Promise me you’ll live.”
Emotional.  Beautiful.  Love.
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Claire Fortune arrives in Boston with an old notebook and her best friend’s dying wish – to finish the scribbled bucket list that Hope didn’t have time to complete. Moment by moment, Claire builds a life she never dreamed of – until Theo walks into the coffee-shop one crisp September afternoon, and her careful plans scatter on the winds.

Sometimes a chance meeting can change a life forever.
Sometimes fate knows exactly what we need.

Perfect for fans of ‘Me Before You’ and ‘The Fault in Our Stars’, ‘The Promise’ brings together two people searching for a love that can overcome tragedy. A heartbreakingly romantic novel that challenges us to live – and love - every day as if it were our last.
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Author Information

Hi! I’m Melody Grace, author of the bestselling Beachwood Bay series. Some things about me:

1 I’m a small-town girl turned California beach lover.

2 I spent my childhood with my nose in a book before deciding to try and write one myself. I love all kinds of genres – from thrillers to YA and mystery – but romance has always been a passion of mine.

3 I love pistachio ice-cream, vanilla lattes, bad action movies, and Grey’s Anatomy (yes, I’m still watching… I can’t quit!).

4 I have an uncanny sense of direction. I once drove halfway across Canada without GPS or a map!

5 I have two adorable rascal cats named Bucky and Steve, I rescued them as kittens, and yes, I spoil them rotten.

6 I’m allergic to chocolate 🙁

7 I love sexy, heart-felt reads with strong heroines and swoon-worthy men. Why don’t you check out a couple of my books and meet your new book boyfriends?



Thursday, October 20, 2016

27 Lies by MJ Fields


From USA Today Bestselling author, MJ Fields, comes a gripping story of love and lies.

27 Lies:  Luke’s Story (The Truth About Love)


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A long time ago...

I was young and naive. I thought I could save the world. I thought that protecting those around me from hurt and pain was what I was born to do. She made me feel that way. Ava Links, the little girl who was too fucking stubborn for her own good. The little girl who absorbed the hurt and pain of everyone around her and tried to bring sunshine to them all. The little girl who didn’t give a damn if people picked on her about wearing a crown and tutu every day. A little girl who somehow looked at me, expecting—no, damn near demanding—I protect her.

I saw the pain she hid, and as I grew older, I understood that pain. The pain of being so much to so many that there is really never a “you”.

I took control of my life...

I had to get away from everyone who pulled at me in order to claim myself. When I became the man I was destined to be, I began to live. Then, one drunken night, Ava Links, no longer a little girl, said the right damn thing to me, and everything changed. After seven years of fucking her while home on leave with no expectations, now my life is out of control…

One bad dream, one I love you, one night of pushing her the hell out of my life, one drummer stealing her heart, and one explosion took everything away.

Lies are told.
Lies are unraveling.
Lies are going to destroy.
These are my truths.

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I watch as Dad and Tessa pull away from the curb, the place where Thomas Hardy, the love of my life, smiled at me before he took his last breath. I was so sure it wasn’t his last, and I was as sure that him being on life support would eventually mean he would wake up and tell me he loved me again.

Standing erect atop the gray sidewalk is the light pole that he was crushed against, pinned between it and a car, while on his way to get me a Snickers bar that I didn’t need.

No, I need him.

I stand on the balcony and take in a calming breath. The babies are sleeping inside, freshly bathed, adorned in the cutest clothes money can buy, swaddled in their very own Bingos that I have in triplicate because my father insists I need them that way. Their bellies are full, and they have been rocked asleep in my arms.

There is no way they can actually be affected by my pain, my anger, my sadness, but I never want them to. Therefore, if I keep my grief to their sleeping hours, I know they will be okay. I close my eyes tight and pray they will be okay.

Praying. Why do I still bother?

I place my elbows on the brick overhang, peering down at that spot where black meets gray, where the love of a man and a woman got taken away in the blink of an eye.

But it’s not gone. My love. T and my love will never go away. We have a forever love.

I stand back and wrap my arms tight around myself, letting out a low groan and releasing the pain, the anger, the hate, and all the ugly in a place where I know I can, where it will not affect a soul.

The clouds use this time to part, and the sun peers through and shines down on me. Emotions come to a roiling boil in that moment, and I shut my eyes, seeing Thomas smiling back at me.

The sun … The sun is T, my T, my love and my pain.

Really, there isn’t anything I look at that doesn’t remind me of him and the insurmountable love I have for a man who loved me so much. He lied during the pregnancy so my pain wasn’t as severe, making me believe he was the father of both our children.

There are lies in love, just as much as there are truths.

A man will tell a woman he loves that she doesn’t look fat in that dress, or that she is the best he’s ever had, or that she is the most beautiful women on the planet. It may not be true, but he believes it enough to tell her those things, to make her happy and feel beautiful, and not fat, and the best he has ever had.

A man like Thomas Hardy would do that for a girl like me.

The pain of his absence is so copious it makes me sick. Sick to my stomach to the point I do throw up. My body can’t take the sickness it feels while it breathes in the air that surrounds me, in a world without T.

I slowly lower myself to my knees and cover my face as the tears spill out, the way they do when I am on this balcony that should have a rooftop garden that we grew together. A garden that grows and blooms, and comes to life, surrounded by our love.

I sit back against the brick wall as I take in the comfort of the pain’s release. I cry until I can’t anymore, and then I take a deep breath and stand up. I close my eyes once again, one last time for now, and picture him and all the beauty that is him.

Inside, I walk into the kitchen where I have moved everything back to where T had it before I moved in. I stand there and try to make sense of the way he had things put away. It’s stupid. I know it is. Somewhere deep down, though, I keep hoping he will come back, and I will want to fix it up for him.

However, he’s not coming back.

Not ever.

I take my multivitamins then force down the damn shake that Dr. Kennedy brought here after passing her in the hospital when Chance and Hope had their four-month checkup. She came to the apartment and told me I better be taking care of myself so I could take care of my children.

She oversteps in ways that are infuriating. I get angry every time I see her. Though I know I shouldn’t. I know I am directing my anger at her, but she asks for it, and it’s certainly easier than being angry at T for leaving me.

That’s another lie that happens when you love someone. Somehow in the grieving process, you get to a point when you feel betrayed by the one who left you. Like it was a choice they made.

I opened his closet one day and tore his clothes from the hangers. I threw them all over the floor. Then I turned to walk out and get a garbage bag to shove them in. When I returned, though, I saw the mess I made, and I crumbled into a pile of his things. I sobbed into his shirts that still smelled like him, like home and happiness and love.

I could never be mad at him for leaving me when it wasn’t his choice. He was taken away by some fucking drunk who stole a car and will never be punished for his crime.

Thomas Hardy loved me until his dying breath, just like he said he would, and I will love him until mine.

That day, in the closet, I cleaned everything up, put it all back where he had put it—or, at least I let myself believe I did—and I continued to cry while I did it.

Now I walk toward the laundry room, intent on doing something that involves taking care of our—yes our—children.

I flip on the light switch, but there isn’t a damn thing to do. All our clothes are clean, folded, and put away. I am thankful for the help Mom offered through the nanny, but it gives me too much free time.

Chance and Hope almost sleep through the entire night, only waking for one feeding each. They take two naps a day, each two hours long. There is hardly an occasion when one of them are asleep while the other is awake except the night time feeding.

When they are awake, I feed them, hold them, and simply love them. God, how I love them. They are my life, my love, the reason I breath, even though it hurts, and we watch TV.

Movies on TV.

Home movies.

Ones of Thomas Hardy in concert and interviews.

I walk into our room, mine and T’s, not mine and the babies, and sit on the bed that Thomas and I spent endless hours in. If I close my eyes, I can picture him here. If I concentrate, I can hear him laugh. If I let the pain go, I can smile, remembering how he took his time showing me just how much he loved me.

Until reality sets in, and the pain starts all over again.

I consider taking a shower, but then decide against it. I can sleep for nearly two hours straight if I go into the baby’s room now.

I look down as I enter, knowing if I look at the mural he painted first, I will cry. I will cry because it’s unfair that he is gone. It’s so unfair that I almost hate God. That’s why I look instead at what he left me.

He left me two beautiful children. I will always be grateful for them. Always. But would He take them, too?

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About the Author
USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields love of writing was in full swing by age eight.
Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter and sold it for ten cents to family members.
She self-published her first contemporary, new adult romance in January 2013. Today she has completed seven self-published series, The Love series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, The Men of Steel series, Ties of Steel series, The Rockers of Steel series and The Norfolk series.
MJ is a hybrid author and publishes an Indie book almost every month, and is signed with a traditional publisher, Loveswept, Penguin Random House, for her co- written series The Caldwell Brothers. Hendrix, Morrison, and Jagger. All three books in the series are published. The Caldwell brothers don’t grow into alphas, when their mother passes away they become her legacy, her good in the world of bad.
MJ was a former small business owner, who closed shop so she could write full time. She lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.
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Monday, October 17, 2016

My review of Lethal Union by Vanessa Liebe

Sarah Carlton is a debutante in England and is also secretly known as "The Slayer". At night when her parents think she is sleeping she is out slaying vampires and demons. Aiding her is her best friend Lydia who is her guardian and although Lydia herself isn't out fighting vampires she lets Sarah know her greatest threats which at the moment is the Master Vampire.

Dominic is the Marquis of Sandford and knows when he sees Sarah that he must have her. He knows that she is the Slayer but little does she know that he is the Master Vampire and is supposed to kill her.

Will Dominic convince Sarah that they are better off together or will she push him away, knowing that her group wants to study him? When it is clear that someone else wants Dominic for themselves will Sarah find herself in more trouble?

This was a quick read and an interesting one as it is set in the past. I loved the balls and how Sarah was to present herself for all of the eligible men and that the men needed to be of a certain standing according to her mom. Then you have Sarah outside of that where she is killing vampires and I really liked the two sides of her.

Dominic was definitely interesting as he was almost captivated by Sarah as she was so different than most of the women out there. I thought it was interesting the things he proposed to Sarah about working together.

Fun and quick read!

3.5 Stars

THE SLAYER SERIES by Vanessa Liebe

by Vanessa Liebe

Chaos and Crab Pots by Cherime MacFarlane

 by Cherime MacFarlane

Harley & Rose by Carmen Jenner



Once upon a time they had been more than friends….
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Ever since she was a little girl, thirty-year-old Rose dreamed of the day Harley would carry her across the threshold on their honeymoon. So what if this isn’t her actual wedding day, and that she’s only here because Harley was left at the altar just a few hours earlier?
Trading San Francisco for paradise and swapping her bridesmaid’s bouquet for a Blue Hawaii, Rose hopes she can finally escape the friend zone.
Once upon a time they had been more than friends, but life got in the way. She’s spent every day since wishing Harley would get a clue.
She’s always been his best friend.
He’s always been hers.
She’s in love with him.
He’s … not in love with her.
He’s … marrying someone else.
He’s … hiding something.
He’s … well—it’s complicated.

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**Please choose one excerpt that best fits your audience**

“Do you love her?”
Harley’s temper flares as he meets my gaze. “Rose—”
“Do you?”
“I don’t know.” He rakes a hand through his hair. A beat later it falls right back in his face. I long to reach out and touch it, but that isn’t my place anymore. “Yeah. I think so. When I’m with her I’m a different man, but when I’m here with you, I’m … I’m me.”
“God,” I breathe. “That’s so much worse.” Fresh tears prick my eyes. I cover my face, as if I could hide my torment or the despair that I feel in this moment.
As if I could hide anything from this man.
“I know.” Sadness chokes his voice, making the words almost impossible to hear. Harley pulls me close, folding me in his arms, holding me the way he has a thousand times before, but this time it’s infinitely different.
This time, it’s the end of us.

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Excerpt #2
He pulls me in again and presses a soft kiss to my lips. For a beat I’m stunned, and then I begin to understand. It isn’t a romantic kiss—it’s a goodbye.
It rings in a new dawn, one where Harley isn’t the center of my Earth and I’m not the center of his, and just like that, I’m lost. I’m no longer tethered to this man. I’m no longer his future—I’m his past, and he’s mine. But that’s all we are. Ex-lovers. Friends? Maybe one day, but for now are just two people who’ve clung to one another for so long we forgot we weren’t the only two to exist. We forgot we weren’t a whole, but two separate pieces.
It will kill me, but I have to let go of Harley Hamilton, because he’s already let go of me. And there is nothing sadder than a woman clinging to a ghost.

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Excerpt #3
We’re dying. Little by little, we’re coming closer to the end. A part of me wants to scream and shout that we had plans, that he’s breaking all of the promises we made one another in these last few heady weeks, and that everything we dreamed of is going up in smoke because of some stupid football game.
I know that’s not fair, though. I know if the situation was reversed, Harley would be nothing but supportive of me, even if it killed him, even if it broke his heart, and so I push down those feelings. I tamp down the frustration and the fear and the anger and I smile, even though my heart is breaking.

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Excerpt #4
He doesn’t make it five yards before the truck slams to a stop, its red taillights hovering, taunting me in the early SF morning. He isn’t moving, but I’m on autopilot. One step, two steps, my feet swallow the ground between us, and then he’s out of the truck, catching me up in his big arms as I wrap myself around him and smash my lips down on his, kissing him in a way that the parentals probably wished they weren’t privy to.
When our kisses return to gentle sorrowful pecks I pull back and whisper, “I love you, Pan.”
“Wendy, my Wendy,” he says breathlessly. “You wait for me. You wait for me or I’m going to come back and gut the asshole who takes my place.”
“No one ever could take your place,” I tell him. He nods, setting me on my feet and smoothing the hair back from my forehead.

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Excerpt #5
I take a step toward him and stop. “What if this is a mistake?”
He grabs my wrist and pulls me down on his lap, sliding his hands up either side of my thighs as I straddle him. He kneads my flesh from hips to ass, his fingertips grazing my labia, forcing the breath from my lungs. “Does this feel like a mistake?”
“No,” I pant.
He catches up my hands, causing me to rest a little more of my weight on him, but this makes thought even more impossible to deal with because his thick cock is pressed against me and I can’t help but rock gently in his lap. Harley kisses my fingers. His other hand digs into my hip and rocks me faster.
“Tell me this feels wrong,” he says, almost as breathless as I am. “And if you can’t, then shut the fuck up and kiss me.”
My lips crash down on his.
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Excerpt #6

Harley bangs on the door. “Rose, what’s the hold up?”
“Shut up, ass face,” I say, scowling in his direction.
“You haven’t even put it on yet, have you?” He chuckles, leaning against the frosted glass panel. “I’m giving you five seconds, babe.”
I know he isn’t kidding with this, either, so I let the towel fall to the floor and I yank on the bikini. I’m just snapping the bottoms into place when he bangs again.
“Time’s up.”
“I can’t wear this,” I say as he opens the door. My body is turned toward him, but only because half of my ass is hanging out of the cheeky-cut swimwear. Harley doesn’t need me to turn around in order to see how much skin they expose. The huge mirror over the vanity is doing a fine job of showing it to him. He takes a slow sip from the paper coffee cup in his hand.
“Well?” I demand, snatching the cup from his grasp and gulping down a huge mouthful. It burns my tongue and throat and brings tears to my eyes that are in no way related to the fact that he hasn’t said anything yet.
“You wanna know what I think?” He takes a step toward me and reflexively I take one back, only I have nowhere to go because my ass hits the bathroom vanity, and I swallow hard and nod. Harley’s arm snakes around my waist, his fingers sliding down to the fabric of my bikini bottoms and across my exposed flesh. My body thrums. I hold my breath and he leans in close to whisper in my ear, “I think it’s lucky you’re not my wife, because you’d be walking with a limp for the rest of our honeymoon.”

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Author Information

Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something, USA Today and international bestselling author.

Her dark romance, KICK (Savage Saints MC #1), won Best Dark Romance Read in the Reader’s Choice Awards at RWDU, 2015.

A tattoo enthusiast, hardcore makeup addict and zombie fangirl, Carmen lives on the sunny North Coast of New South Wales, Australia, where she spends her time indoors wrangling her two wildling children, a dog named Pikelet, and her very own man-child.

A romantic at heart, Carmen strives to give her characters the HEA they deserve, but not before ruining their lives completely first … because what’s a happily ever after without a little torture?

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