A New Holiday Story by Cindy Spencer Pape

NOTE: Cindy is offering a free download to one lucky commenter. We'll post the winner tomorrow and get you in touch with Cindy.

First of all, thanks to Three Wicked Writers for having me here today. I’m always happy to stop by whenever I get the chance!

When it comes to the holidays I’m a giant five-year-old. I love the decorations, the carols, the cartoon television specials, and the cookies. And did I mention presents? I love finding just the right gift for just the right person. I LIKE wrapping presents and making them pretty. Of course, I really like getting presents too. Especially well thought-out ones. They don’t have to be big, but they have to be for me. One of my favorites last year was a pair of barrettes—little kiddy ones with black and red skeleton puppies on them. I suspect my husband paid less that five dollars. They make me smile every time I wear them. That is what it’s all about.

So it should come as no big surprise that I also like holiday romances. I sneak them on television this time of year when the dh and the teenage boys aren’t around. White Christmas is still one of my favorite movies: it’s got TWO great romances. Almost every year since I’ve started writing, I’ve done a seasonal story. This year’s comes out today from Ellora’s Cave. I hope you all enjoy my little contribution to the season.


Yuletide Enchantment

Cindy Spencer Pape

http://www.cindyspencerpape.com/

Buy it HERE!

The company Christmas party goes awry in an erotic way when quiet accountant Shelby Carter is magically whisked into a miniature Victorian village with the boss’s gorgeous son Noel Holiday. Noel has always honored the policy against fraternization, but when he’s trapped for several days with sweet, sexy Shelby, he knows it’s time to start breaking the rules.

While exploring the enchanted surroundings, they delve into their deepest fantasies, even acting out scenes from a collection of erotic Victorian postcards. After all, what’s Christmas without a little magic and a whole lot of sexy fun?

Though Shelby’s crazy about Noel, she’s sure he’ll forget all about her once their interlude is over. But Noel has fallen head over snow boots in love with Shelby. Now he just has to convince her that holiday wishes can come true, and his devotion will last beyond their Yuletide Enchantment.


Hot Excerpt:

“What all do you have on under here?” he muttered, grinning up at her. “I don’t even know what some of these things are called.”

“Well, from what I figured out earlier, there are two petticoats, one under the hoopskirt and one over it. There’s stockings and garters. Then the bloomers—which I think were really called drawers.”

“And how does an accountant know so much about Victorian wardrobes?” He pulled off the second boot and tossed it over her shoulder. Gently, he ran his hands up her calves over the heavy black stockings.

Shelby felt her face heat. Squeezing her eyes shut, she admitted, “Romance novels. My secret vice.”

His laugh was sexy, not mocking. “Ah, hidden depths. Well, any and all knowledge might come in handy, I guess.” His fingers slid up under the lacy bottom of the drawers to find the garter tied just above her knee. After a few deft tugs, he released the tie and slowly rolled the stocking down her leg and off her foot.

Her breath caught and her pussy practically ached with longing, but she didn’t say a word to rush him. With deliberate intensity, he treated the other leg to the same lingering touch. When both feet were bare, he slid his hands up along her thighs, a wide grin spreading across his face when he discovered that her drawers weren’t sewn together in the middle.

“Easy-access undies,” he said. “Now that’s the first thing that’s been convenient about this whole outfit.” Warm fingers slid into the gap, finding her core. He brushed against her mound, gently tracing her wet, swollen flesh.

“Lie back,” he whispered. Moving her legs farther apart, he pushed her skirts and petticoats up to her waist. She couldn’t see him now because of the hoops, so she closed her eyes, lost in the sensations of his hands gently parting the fabric of her drawers and his soft groan as his thumb rasped along her outer lips.

“So pretty. A natural redhead.” His voice was low and husky and she could feel his warm breath on her thighs. “And that pussy is so pink and plump and glistening. Is all that cream just for me?” He parted her labia and leaned in to lick at her dripping slit.

“Mmm-hmm.” It was the closest to coherent speech she could manage. There was something unbelievably erotic about having him touch her so intimately when they were both wearing so much clothing.

His busy tongue licked and probed at her entrance before moving up to circle her aching clit. Shelby let out a whimpering little cry and grabbed on to the covers to keep from lifting up off the bed. When he slid two big fingers inside her cunt, she canted her hips toward him, deepening the welcome invasion.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart. I’m going to go off like a rocket once I get inside you.” He pumped gently with his fingers, curling them a little to find a spot up inside her vagina that she hadn’t even known existed.

When the rough pad of his finger massaged it, she couldn’t help calling his name.

“That’s it, Shelby. Let it happen. I want to feel you come all over my hand, all over my face.” While his fingers kept up the steady onslaught, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked.

Shelby stopped breathing for just a second as her body coiled like a giant spring. She’d never gone up this fast or this hard before—in her limited experience, orgasms were something a girl had to work for. Apparently not with Noel. He pumped his hand two more times, sucked harder on her swollen nub, and the world shattered around her.

Introvert Remade?

A note from the Three Wicked Writers: Please make welcome the wonderful Brenna Lyons!
Thanks for coming to blog with us today.


If you were asked if I was an introvert or an extrovert, which would you guess? Most people would guess I was an extrovert, but they’d be dead wrong. Being able to do something doesn’t mean it’s my preferred choice.

It’s largely true that the creative type tends to being introverted. There are those that break the mold, but your average writer is not a party-hearty social butterfly.

It is ironic that, in today’s world, authors--long considered by the IRS as performers akin to singers and actors--are expected to be social creatures. For many people who are introverts, this ranks somewhere between an irritation and terrifying. Which means we become performance artists...actors that should be considered for the Oscar, in some cases.

I’ve found online social networking much more comfortable than face to face or live voice work. Some others even have to pick and choose online types and cannot, for instance, stomach the idea of a chat room environment. That’s one of the many reasons I tell authors to choose something from as many of the subgroupings of online promo as they are comfortable with. If you can’t at least play off enjoying doing it, you can’t do it effectively.

Personally, I am at home in an online networking environment, though the fact that I’m a strong personality and the fact that I am a Mack truck in problem-solving discussions sometimes leads to misunderstandings that frustrate me and the other party involved. I enjoy almost any type of online social medium you can name.

I can take on chat rooms that are unmoderated and no-holds-barred, which some authors run in terror from. Thirteen years plus of being a Navy wife taught me well to put on a good front when I have to, and there is very little someone can say to embarrass me these days.

Still, playing the smartarse hostess with the Navy brothers is vastly different than doing it with a chat room crowd. For one thing, I do have lines that I make sure not to cross in a chat room, even when it seems I’ll say anything and everything to the readers. The readers, fun as some of them are, are not confidants like the brothers are, and there is such a thing as TMI.

Doing live voice (internet radio and like promos) is harder still. Having notes on hand and practicing with friends for likely questions is about the best you can do. It took classes in public speaking, speech writing, and public performance for me to be able to do even a live voice appearance, let alone a public reading or Q&A session.

Face to face promo is something you can either do or you can’t. Many of the more introverted can force themselves to do these sorts of promos and some so convincingly that you might think they really enjoy doing them.

That would be me, in most face to face situations. I’m the writer who carries stuff in my arms, hoping for an excuse not to shake hands, but I can if I have to. I’m the person who shoves one hand in my pocket at public readings or white knuckles the edge of the podium, because that’s how I learned to get through public speaking. I smile convincingly. I laugh convincingly...and honestly, when I do. But somewhere deep inside, I am cringing at being in a crowd. I even do Christmas shopping online, because the crowds in stores make me feel like hives are breaking out all over my body.

It’s not that I don’t like people. Well, admittedly, a lot of people annoy me, simply because they are thoughtless or rude or lack common sense, but in general, I love people. I love talking to people. I just don’t like them pressing in around me, and I prefer to have them come to meet me rather than the other way around.

So, the questions of the day for the authors... How introverted or extroverted are you? What can or can’t you force yourself to do believably?

And for the readers... Have you ever seen an author being introverted, or do you think we all hide it pretty well and deserve the Oscar?


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All I Want For Christmas Is You- One of Brenna's rare contemp erotic romances! Two years after losing her fiancé Zach in a car accident, Robin is moving on. She's set her priorities, and one of them is following through with a life plan she and Zach made together...having a baby. It would be best if said child shared some of Zach's genes.


Enter David, Zach's older brother. He's Robin's best friend, her confidant, the one person who won't think she's crazy to do this...she hopes. Since there's no chance the ladies' man will fall for her, she hopes sex with him will stop the dreams where David takes Zach's place.



It's the invitation he's been waiting for, three years of watching Robin with his little brother, then watching her grieve Zach. If only she wanted David for himself and not a convenient sperm donor to conceive his brother's child. Then again, in such close quarters, maybe he'll be able to convince her to something more permanent...if his parents don't catch wind of the whole thing first.

HEA-yes, VIOLENCE-mild, LANGUAGE-graphic, SEX-erotic

Content advisory- BDSM overtones, anal sex


Cover art by April Martinez!


Bio-


Brenna Lyons wears many hats, sometimes all on the same day: president of EPIC, author of more than 80 published works, teacher, wife, mother... She's a member of ERWA, MWW, IWOFA, WPM, and Broad Universe.

In her first seven years published in novel-length, she's finaled for 11 EPPIES, 3 PEARLS (including one HM, second to Angela Knight), and a Dream Realm Award. She's also taken Spinetingler's Book of the Year for 2007.

Brenna writes in 21 established worlds plus stand-alones (for between 6 and 8 publishers, at any given time), poetry, articles, and essays. She's a bestseller in indie/e fantasy and horror, straight genre and cross-genres thereof. Brenna has been termed "one of the most deviant erotic minds in the publishing world...not for the weak." (Rachelle for Fallen Angels Reviews) Milieu-heavy dark work is practically Brenna's calling card, with or without the erotic content.

She teaches classes in everything from POV studies to advanced editing, networking to marketing.

Brenna enjoys hearing from people who read her work and can be reached at via her site.

EEEEP. Sorry!

Hey, ya'll. Sorry I'm late getting my blog up today but I had COMPANY last night. I very very seldom get to spend quality time with friends and a cool writer chick came to Texas to visit me yesterday. Anyway, long story short, we were up talking and such until 2 am!!!! Like I said....EEEEP. I know you guys will be quick to forgive my lateness though.

I've been wondering about something. Now we've all heard about the recent tribulations of a very famous sports figure. It's all over the tv and newspapers. I'm not going to mention his name because I believe that personal problems should stay personal, ya know? I don't care if you are a celebrity or not...I don't want to know about your marriage troubles. But damn if I'm not shaking my head over something. Why, why, why would a supposedly smart person who jealously guards his privacy send out things on a voicemail or text messages? I don't get it. Don't they realize that a spurned lover will SELL this stuff to tabloids??? Most of us are on loops, we blog and comment and we KNOW that everythis is public these days. I know plenty of people who blab their personal troubles on blogs and loops but would I do it? Oh HELL NO. Yes, privacy is hard to come by these days but I will jealously guard whatever tiny shred of it that I have left.

Confessions of a recent slash addict

Guest blogging with us today we have author Adrianne Brennan!


I have a confession to make: I am one of many women who didn't understand the appeal of slash for a very, very long time. Comprehending what was hot about watching two men go at it was beyond me. Slash between two women I’ve always found hot, but never got into erotic romance novels between two men.

It actually was not until my favorite fandom pairing arose that I "got" it: it's really about two men whom you find to be hot and whose chemistry you find to be hot that makes it work. It's also about that lovely, perhaps-only-slightly-subconscious desire to be the filling in that sandwich. It is my belief that this is why m/m erotic romance sells well with women who want to appreciate men’s bodies and sexuality and find it to be a turn on.

The genre of m/m erotic romance had gone mainstream recently, and I blame it on the British sci-fi television show known as Torchwood. Its pairing of two of the main characters, Captain Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones, have sold the show for many people who may have never watched it. I personally got into the show because I am a fan of the original show it spun off from, which is Doctor Who. Torchwood broke through a lot of boundaries for the GLBT world with its loose boundaries and definitions of sexuality with its omnisexual main character, Jack.

Often times my writing is inspired by what I read and watch on television, and I write what I consider to be “gender blind” characters for the most part. So far, my books have featured m/f, f/f, f/f/f, f/f/m, m/m, and m/f/m pairings. My scifi/paranormal erotic romance book Dawn of the Seraphs is my entry into the wide, wonderful world of m/m and it definitely won’t be my last! :D
Readers and writers, feel free to sound off! Are you a fan of the m/m genre and if so, why? Do you have any preferences as to associated genres? Do you prefer m/m paranormals, historicals, contemporary?


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The winner of Madison's contest yesterday is Analisa! Please email writermadisonscott@yahoo.com

Love those hard workin' men!--AND a contest

When I sat down to start my erotic romance series, I knew a couple things, I wanted it to be a series about three smokin' hot brothers and I wanted the books equally as smokin' hot. As I started working through character sketches, and crafting the little town of Last Chance Oregon I found more than just smokin' hot brothers. I found hard working, blue collar men with their calloused hands and fierce love for their families. They all reside in a small town, with the river running right though the middle of it where they take their fishing poles down to relax after a hard days work at Malone Construction.

As I started writing I fell in love with the town and the men. There's some so incredibly sexy about those confident, strong, alpha men who work hard and have a passion for pleasing their women. Who know how to caress a women with their work-roughened fingers. Who enjoy a cold beer, and the laid back life in small town America.

This is the Malone Brothers. The journey to Last Chance started out with Ty's story in Satisfy Me and now, I'm SO excited that the second book in the Malone Brother's series, Bliss, has hit the virtual bookshelf!




Ethan Malone has had his fair share of women. Life is short and he damn sure plans to enjoy it. When Lindy Bliss starts work at Malone Constructions, he never expected to want her. She’s nothing like the women he usually brings to his bed. Immediately he’s drawn by her quality work on the job, and her sharp, sarcastic tongue. Of course, the way his name hugs Lindy’s breasts in her work shirt has a whole hell of a lot to do with it too. He needs to get the tomboy, with the stripper name out of her faded jeans and tool belt, so he can play with the feminine curves beneath.

Before he loses a finger or two because he’s distracted by his perpetual hard on, Ethan propositions Lindy for a no-holds-barred weekend of sexual pleasure. Once he has her under his roof and in his bed, he isn’t sure he wants to let her out again. Having Lindy beneath him is exactly what he thought it would be…pure Bliss

Excerpt:
Lindy ordered her usual Coors Light and added an order of cheesy fries. Her stomach grumbled in anticipation for the grease and beer fest she had planned.

A few minutes later her meal arrived. She wasted no time diving in to savor the fries and cheese on her plate. Behind her, the rickety door creaked open. Loud footsteps crunched across broken peanut shells in her direction. Stuffing another gooey, clump of fries in her mouth she chewed like she hadn’t eaten in days when a familiar scent of freshly cut trees, and the musky smell of a hard-working man swirled around her.

“Been a while since someone fed ya, has it?” Ethan pulled out the bar stool next to her and sat down.

Great. Just my luck.

Lindy finished her bite. “Well, I’ve been so busy picking up the slack for all the meat-heads I work with I hardly have time to do something as trivial as eat. Not used to a woman eating in front of you? I may be thin but I’m not a dry salad kind of girl, like the ones you’re used to, I’m sure.” She pushed another bite in her mouth. This one not as big as the last though.

Rich, hearty laughter erupted from Ethan’s perfect mouth snaked around her, causing goose bumps to pebble up her arms.

“I have to give it to you for your comebacks, Bliss. That one was pretty good. A crock of shit, but funny.”

Lindy downed the rest of her beer in one gulp. “Isn’t it bad enough I have to see you all day at work? Why are you coming into Smokey’s now too?” Ethan and his younger brother Shane did come in from time to time, but they spent most of their time at The Last Chance. Smokey’s was pretty far out of town. Not that Last Chance was all that big to begin with, but she figured the guys liked to hang out closer to town since that’s where they lived.

“Free country.”

He gave her a wink and smile. His smile made all the women in town melt like warm butter. It pissed the hell out of her that it worked on her too. Not that she’d let him know it. Before she could think of something smart to say, Smokey walked up.

“I’ll have a bottle of Coors.” Ethan tilted his head toward her. “Bring another light beer out for the lady, too.”

“I can order for myself, Malone.”

“Oh, come on, Bliss. Aren’t ladies supposed to like it when a man orders a drink for them?” The right side of his mouth rose as if he tried to hide his smile.

The man took pleasure in grating on her nerves. She could see it in the light in his sparkling blue eyes. “Only a woman without a brain--like the ones you usually date.”

“Usually, huh? Does that mean we’re on a date now?”

Oh yeah. He was enjoying this. Ethan Malone was the devil himself. He didn’t even try to hide his smile this time.

“I guess I’ll leave you two alone.” Smokey looked at her and winked. She hadn’t even realized he was still there. And what the heck was the wink about? She’d known Smokey since she was ten years old and the man never winked at her.

“Please, you know we aren’t on a date as much as I do. First of all, I don’t date jerks and second, I’m so not your type.”

Ethan took a swig of the beer. “What makes you think you’re not my type?”

“I have eyes.” He licked his lips and watched her. She kind of wished she was his type, which surprised the hell out of her. Honestly, even though Ethan was the hottest thing in a pair of faded jeans and a tool belt, he wasn’t really her type either. It wasn’t too often that Lindy dated, but when she did, the men sure weren’t womanizers. Or alphas, and Ethan was both of those.

“The women I date have eyes, Bliss.”

Lindy tried to hide her smile. “Good one, Malone. You know what I meant. I’m not stacked, flirtatious, and I don’t put out to any man with a six-pack.”

Ethan set his bottle on the bar. “So you’ve noticed my six-pack, huh?”

This time she couldn’t help but laugh. Part of her knew he was serious. The man really did know how hot he was, but that wasn’t his only quality, he had a good sense of humor. Ethan joked around more than anyone she knew.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“You like me.” He leaned toward her. “Admit it, Bliss. You want me just as much as I want you. You might not be my usual type, but you’re damn sexy and I have to tell you, I’m tired of pretending I think otherwise.”

Lindy knew she stared at him open-mouthed, but there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. Never in a million years did she expect to hear Ethan Malone come on to her. Hell, they didn’t even get along all that well. But he was right. She wanted him, but was it in her best interest to have him? Being the only woman on the site, she already had to fight for all the guys’ respect. If they found out she was sleeping with Ethan, one of the owners, she’d never live it down. “Listen, Malone.”

Ethan reached up and put a finger to her mouth. “Shh. Don’t even say it. I want you, Lindy Bliss, and when I want something, you can be damn sure I’m not going to give up until I have it.”

Available HERE

What kind of heroes do you like to read about?
At 9:00 PM Pacific time this evening I will draw a name from ALL the commenters and the winner will get a FREE copy of Bliss! The winner will be posted on the blog tomorrow!

Wrap it UP!

Did anyone brave the Black Friday crowds? Honestly, after all the Thanksgiving stuff that was the LAST thing I wanted to do but, damn it, they had such great prices on coats at one of our local department stores. So my daughter and I loaded up and headed to the mall. Actually, it wasn't too bad. Found a parking spot pretty easily and once in the store, found the crowds weren't quite as horrendous as I'd thought. Hm. Maybe everyone else was thinking OH HELL NO and stayed away in droves, as horrified as I at the possibility of all those people! Ya, think?

Anyway, we found a great deal on a very pretty coat, bought a hat and gloves and naturally, she tried on a few things to 'get ideas'. Afterwards, we checked out New Moon. Yes, definitely Team Jacob here! LOL. All in all, the afternoon wasn't traumatic in any way but I didn't do any actual holiday shopping. Just a lot of looking.

It's funny. I remember how easy Christmas shopping was when my kids were little. Of course, there was always that ONE toy that was virtually impossible to find. I tend to think it's some kind of conspiracy because it has been this way for as long as I can remember. Back in the 80's you couldn't find a Cabbage Patch Doll to save your soul. I was living in Houston at the time (newly married, no kids) and there was such a run on these things that a local radio station filled up a football stadium and flew a plane overhead to "drop" Cabbage Patch dolls to the crowd. Crazy!

Aside from that, I recall that every year we had mountains of gifts under the tree. Little kids gifts are easy and usually cheap so we tended to buy a LOT of stuff. Ever wrapped a gazillion five and ten dollar toys???? The gift wrap and bows was almost as expensive as the darn toys.


These days the pile of gifts isn't so huge and there's an explanation for that. My kids are now grown and the request is usually for 'big ticket' items like electronics, gaming systems, etc. I've been noting all the commercials and print ads for e-book readers and all indicators are that these will be big sellers this year. YAY for us ebook readers and authors!!!! Barnes and Noble has announced they have already sold out of the Nook but are offering certificates for gift giving and promising they will be available after the first of the year. The e-bookwise reader that I have is now marked down to $90. So if you want to 'get your feet wet' with an ebook reader, this is a good opportunity.

Do you start early with the shopping stuff? Or are you a last minute shopper? A good friend of mine does all her shopping on Christmas Eve. It's a tradition at her house doing the mad scramble thing. Yes, I quickly told her that I loved her but she was NUTS!

Vivalook!

Okay, so today I want to share something special with you all. A new site called Vivalook. Some of you might know this already, but for those who don't, my oldest has been interested in graphic design for quite awhile now. And because art has always been something that fascinates me I decided to interview her for TWW.




Thanks for being here! First, I want to know how you became interested in this particular field?



Well, it all started because my dad had put photoshop on the family laptop, which I've sort of claimed. I began exploring it and editing
my pictures for Myspace, and some of my friends who'd seen my work.

Where did that lead you?

When Dad saw some of my pictures he told me that people would pay to get their pictures retouched, etc.. He also said that people can't always figure out how to use photoshop. This kind of shocked me. I'd just assumed everyone who had a book cover or banner or just a picture done had done it themselves or someone very professional did it for them. So, he helped me set up a website and helped me organize all the things I am going to be doing.

For some people, creating a banner or retouching a picture is a time consuming endeavour. What is it about this sort of work that you like?

I enjoy doing it so much because it's like another way of expressing yourself. Plus, I'm 16 and I need a car, lol.

Is there something specific you enjoy doing the most? Is it the retouching, like changing the eye color or hair color, or is it something else?

I like starting from scratch. Like when I make a banner I'm using photoshop more, I'm not getting help from other pictures. It's sort of like taking a blank canvas and making it into something unique.

And what part of graphic design do you want to learn to do better?

I'd like to get better at animation and flash. There are a lot more options with animation and flash. It's not as limiting.

Thanks for answering my questions. I can't wait to see all the things you create in the future!

Thanks for reading! I hope I hear from you! :)

You can see Vivalook's portfolio here Also, be sure to check the Vivalok site often as more pictures will be added daily!

Happy Thanksgiving

We're taking a little break here at Three Wicked Writers, but before we go, we wanted to wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving. We're so thankful for everyone who follows our blog, visits our blog and comments on our blog. We appreciate you all so much. You’ve given us a great year! Here’s to lots more years filled with humor, love, romance and of course naughty mischief!

Happy Thanksgiving and we'll see you back here on Monday! In the meantime, what are you thankful for this year?

Crazy Holiday Stuff

Okay, I'll confess...I'm getting hungry already! When I went out to scope out pics today, my eyes zeroed in on this dinner pic and I just couldn't resist.

Things at our house are pretty crazy right now and about to get a whole lot more so. I've been to the grocery store and bought my recipe stuff but, as happens EVERY DAMN YEAR, I've of course forgotten a couple of things. So yeah, back to the store for me today among taking the dog to the groomer, baking, cleaning house, etc. I've been in and out of my car like a dang jack-in-the-box all morning running piddly little errands.

It's always like this. Just nuts. Of course, this isn't as crazy as Christmas but tons of work goes into a meal that will be finished in about 20 minutes.

The good news is my daughter will be in from college tonight...YAY!!! She has already told me she's starving and can't wait for our feast on Thursday. She is also chomping at the bit to help me cook some things. My son has to work and won't be coming in until Friday so I'm boo-hooing a little about that. These things tend to happen when our kids become adults so I'm bracing myself for the day they'll be married and spreading their time between two households. Must admit I dread that so I'm trying not to think about it. sigh.

I remember the early years of our marriage, splitting everything up and I hated it. Let's face it. Two thanksgiving dinners with all the trimmings with two families. We needed to be carried home in a damn truck. As our families became more spread out and our parents grew older, it just made sense to have the dinner at our house. Much easier. At least for us.

This is my last post until after Thanksgiving, so please, have a good day with family and friends. Be safe if you're traveling. I'll end by saying that I'm thankful for so many things. My family, my friends, my home and my career. It's been a great year with many things for which to be thankful. Hugs and much love to you all.

Anyone feel like drooling??

I'm a little late posting today.
So, to apologize I decided to find something tasty for you all.

Sorta like offering brownies as a way of saying I'm sorry, I give you...beefcake.


First we have Crème Brûlée...a, nice hard layer, but with a rich creamy center



Chocolate Mousse...smooth, dark, and definitely decadent
Bundt Cake...perfectly sculpted and goes great with coffee



Last, but not least!
Cannoli...exotic, a bit of a guilty pleasure...but it's sure to be a treat to bite into!

am I forgiven? *grin*