Friday, July 5, 2019

The Keto Bread You've Been Dreaming Of

I’ve been living the ketogenic lifestyle for more than a year now and have tried many disappointing bread recipes. This is the keto bread you’ve been dreaming of. It doesn’t taste eggy, is actually soft, light and flavorful, as well as low carb. And bonus, the recipe is super easy, requiring no real baking skills. I use these rolls for avocado toast, as hamburger buns, for sandwiches, or have them whenever I’m craving bread. They are great toasted and served warm, slathered with butter or some cream cheese.

Skill Level: Easy

Servings: 6

5 tablespoons ground psyllium husk powder
1 ¼ cups almond flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons cider vinegar (I use apple cider vinegar)
3 egg whites
1 cup water
Oil (I use avocado but any variety is fine)
Everything bagel seasoning (optional)
(4 tablespoons sesame seeds, 4 tablespoons poppy seeds, 2 tablespoons dried minced onion, 2 tablespoons dried garlic flakes, 2 teaspoons sea or pink Himalayan salt) Or just buy some everything but the bagel seasoning

Preheat oven to 350F
Mix the dry ingredients in a large bowl.
Add vinegar and egg whites, mix well.
Bring water to a boil, either on the stove or in the microwave for 90 to 120 seconds. Add to other ingredients. Don’t over mix, just until its doughty and well combined.
Spread everything bagel seasoning in a shallow bowl or plate.
Moisten fingers with oil, so dough doesn’t stick, and shape into 6 separate ovals.
Coat in bagel seasoning and set onto a parchment paper lined baking sheet. (I only coat the top.)
Bake on lower oven rack for 50-60 minutes until tapping the bottom of roll creates a hollow sound.

Nutrition Info:
Serving Size – 1 roll
Calories: 170 kcal
Protein: 7g
Fat: 13g
Net Carbs: 2g

Thursday, June 6, 2019

In Memory of Francesca Hawley

Francesca Hawley
1962 – 2019
In celebration of the life of this caring, generous, creative, prolific author and dear friend who touched each of our lives in indelible ways and left us way too soon.

 It's with a heavy heart we impart to our community here that founding Naughty Literati member, Francesca Hawley, passed away at her home May 26, 2019. Francesca was a spirited Naughty Literati member who loved literature that led to her career as a librarian. She adored writing in her chosen romance genre (dangerous curves). She leaves behind friends and family who will miss her light. 

Rest in peace to our friend and colleague, Francesca.

Monday, April 1, 2019

My newest book: Gunny’s Elusive Target

A writing group I belong to proposed the idea of writing a romance story with a military or ex-military hero/heroine. I was fascinated. I’d never written military before. I was also worried about getting vital details wrong. I have enormous respect for those who serve our country and was terrified of making a mistake in something important.
And then I remembered the real Gunny. The man on whom Former Gunnery Sergeant Paul Winters is based. I could lie and say I wined and dined him and romance followed. It was more like, I beer and pizzaed him and a few of his military friends, and took copious notes while they reminisced. They did, however, very patiently answer all my questions while I was writing the story, so I am very grateful to them all.

Gunny’s whole life has been the military. He joined the cadets at age 12, the navy at age 17, and was posted overseas the first time just after his eighteenth birthday. But he’s cheated death so often he figured his luck was sure to run out, so now he’s retired. With no money, no qualifications, no civilian friends, no life. He wants Catherine the moment he sees her. But with no job and no desire to return to Afghanistan, he has nothing to offer her, except himself. And who'd want him?
Catherine has her own battles to fight, her own problems to solve, and her own life choices to live with. She hasn’t got time for anything else right now.

Excerpt Gunny
Catherine couldn’t remember the last time she’d just sat and relaxed like this. Or the last time she’d been on a date with anyone at all, far less someone as handsome as Paul. Actually, she’d never dated anyone as nice as him. It was hard to believe he hadn’t given his heart to someone years ago. Or maybe he had and she’d turned him down. But he didn’t seem sad, so that couldn’t be the reason he was still single. And he definitely wasn’t gay. She’d seen him glance at her legs when she’d climbed into his truck and had recognized the look on his face as the same thoughts as she’d had when she’d wished he’d take his shirt off at JoAnn Smith’s house.
And he was so kind and thoughtful and caring of people, as well. Oh. “What happened about the school bus? Were you able to find out about it?”
He turned his head, his square chin, chiseled features, and dark-brown eyes so sexy her heart raced and her breath hitched. When he smiled, his entire face glowed and she wanted to hug him.
How could this happen? She hardly knew him, yet she was lost in a haze of desire that she’d never, ever felt for anyone before.
Catherine forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply and listen to his reply. But it was hard. Sure, she wanted to know the answer, but she wanted to fling herself into his arms as well.
I’m going crazy.

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Monday, January 21, 2019

Threads of Destiny

Threads of Destiny, book 4 of the erotic Tapestries series, is now available!

In all my years of writing, Marc Garen might be the one character I got the most email about. Readers felt he didn't get the happily ever after he deserved in Christina's Tapestry, the first book in the Tapestries series. I happened to agree with them.

Threads of Destiny
Tapestries, Book 4

When a magical tapestry brought a beautiful and loving bride into his brother’s life, Marc Garen could not have been happier, even though he’d hoped to win her for himself. But lately his feelings of emptiness have threatened to overwhelm him, as their buoyant happiness is such a stark reminder of the loneliness that haunts his soul. Then a new tapestry appears and hurls him into a strange and violent world—and into the arms of a woman who has haunted his dreams and carries the promise of the love he so longs for.
Kathryn Piedmont is a brave and beautiful scientist, and she’s put her own life at risk to save two men who were part of a scientific experiment and are now marked for death. As the three find themselves trapped and facing certain execution, Kathryn is convinced their fate is sealed—until Marc, the ruggedly handsome warrior of her fantasies, suddenly appears in the flesh and magically transports them to safety.

With all of them now safe in Marc’s world, the three men in turn and together share Kathryn’s bed, each of them intent on satisfying her every sensual need—and each of them compelled to try to make her his own. But Marc knows that Kathryn is the one woman who can quiet the powerful stirrings in his body and his heart, and he will take her to incredible heights of pleasure to claim her for himself and make her his own for all time…
“Marc?” He could hear the edge of terror in his brother’s voice. Asking the question none of them dared to speak aloud: Had the tapestry come to take Christina away?
“Get her away from here.” Marc strode to the far end of the room, his eyes still fixed on the tapestry, which was changing again. Jarek and Christina called to him, but their words were lost as he became enthralled with the piece of fabric in his hands.
The image distorted and the castle disappeared, replaced by a large home unlike anything he’d ever seen. It was made of wood and brick and didn’t look very sturdy to his eyes. The image was dark and the world around it a dangerous place. In the center of the fabric was a woman, but not just any woman.
Her. His woman. The woman from his dreams.
Her red hair was tucked into some kind of knot, but the color shone through. The longer he stared at the tapestry, the more sharply it came into focus. Her eyes were a brilliant green and intelligence shone from them. Her skin was flawless and her lips begged to be kissed.
A low growl came from the back of his throat as the figures of two men coalesced beside her. The men from the dream. The men who wanted her as much as he did. No! No one could want her as much as he did.
“Take me to her,” he ordered the tapestry before holding it close to his heart. Jarek stood in front of Christina, sword drawn, ready to fight. He could have told his brother there was no need to worry. The tapestry had not come for Christina.
It had come for him.
But words were impossible as the room began to spin around him. A bright light blinded him and his body was ripped away from his home. Christina screamed. His brother roared, but Marc felt nothing but a sense of rightness.
He was going to claim his destiny and his woman.

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