Archive for May, 2012


Thank you for coming by my stop on the Third Fate book tour, hosted by Innovative Online Book Tours.

92f70ad6dfed0ad8986c72.L._V163174537_SX200_.jpg Nadja Notariani

Nadja Notariani (1971- )
Nadja Notariani was born in Rochester, Pennsylvania. Her upbringing included
very diverse environments, affording wide and varied richness of ethnic and
religious tradition. Raised in both an Italian/Mediterranean American home and a traditional German household, Nadja gleaned the unique benefits of viewing the world through two widely different lenses.
Nadja currently resides in Northeastern Pennsylvania. Her published titles
follow.Claiming The Prize, a contemporary romance.Her Dark Baron, a historical novella.The Third Fate, a paranormal romance, published in late March, 2012.
The author can be found at her website nadjanotariani.blogspot.com, on facebook and Romance Novel Center, or through email nadja.notariani@gmail.com, and enjoys hearing from readers.

This biography was provided by the author or their
representative.

The_Third_Fate_453x680.jpgThe Third Fate by Nadja Notariani

From Goodreads:  ~ ‘One Fate be granted mortal man, used for evil or good as the inner voice directs. Alas, the divine spark draws the eyes of the Fates, the Second Fate sparingly gifted by their hands. Be warned offspring of the gods; guard your gifting well. For if the Third Fate be unleashed, the soul lays bare before one so touched by the gods.’ ~
Cautious and quiet by nature, Paige Kinnell watches life unfold from the sidelines, maintaining her simple existence as a shield to hide behind. But underneath her shy, careful ways, Paige senses a disconnect with the world around her, indulging instead her ever curious interest in the legend and lore of time nearly forgotten.
One chance encounter with an ancient of the undead begins an unraveling of reality as Paige knows it, leaving her to sort through dreams and enchantments, discovering along the way that one’s Fate can be mere illusion, and that the consequences of opening her heart to another may cost dearly.
Cael Maccinnis, the handsome Highlander she’s met, seems the answer to every unspoken longing of her heart, even as he awakens dark, secret desires buried within her soul. As strange and unnerving changes begin occurring in her mind and body, Paige has no choice but to face her life’s unnatural turn and confront the frightening implications. For within Paige’s past a secret lay dormant, hidden even from her. This truth, guarded well and wielded by the Fates themselves, becomes the catalyst invoking the power of The Third Fate.

Kindle Edition, 170 pages
Published March 30th 2012 by Nadja Notariani
ASIN   B007Q6R69E
edition language  English
Chapter 1 ~ The Third Fate ~ Sneak Peek

Closing out the program on her laptop, Paige Kinnell ordered her desk in preparation for her busy schedule in the morning. The pink memo jarred her memory, and she made a mental note to gather two adjunct librarians to pull a book collection for Martyr’s Public School. Fifth grade students were to delve into the tangled relationship between the Island countries, a relationship which eventually led to their unification into Great Britain. It was her job as a Junior Librarian at The Mitchell, the main library in Glasgow, to see that the materials these children explored transported them into the dramatic and fascinating history that foreshadowed their joining into the nation they were today.

Surrounding silence exacerbated the echo of her heels as she traversed the lengthy trek toward the exit. Traveling the hallways, she conjured the image of the little girl she’d found in the library earlier, a smile playing on her lips. The tiny blond of about five or six years old looked forlorn, and Paige suspected she had gotten separated from her mother. Not wanting to frighten the child by suggesting she was lost, Paige introduced herself and asked if she wanted to play a game. The child brightened, gifting Paige the sweetest smile and readily agreeing. Paige threw together a simple game, guessing at who may belong to the little girl by asking questions about the people in the library. The child had beamed when Paige asked all sorts of silly questions along with serious ones until an older girl of about nine arrived to collect her sister. Paige had learned the tiny girl’s name when the young lass ran back and hugged her tightly, thanking her for a lovely game.

I hope I see you again someday, Miss Kinnell. You can call me Jael. Senior Librarian Barbara Ross rounded the corner at the far end of the hall saving Paige the trouble of tracking the older woman down before leaving.

“Ms. Ross!” Paige called to her, but the woman entered one of the offices without hearing. The idea of waiting outside for her boss to re-emerge prompted Paige’s stomach to protest loudly. Delaying dinner was an unpopular prospect, especially where her appetite was concerned. Thankfully a second later Barbara Ross appeared once again and headed straight toward her.

She called out, “Ms. Ross!”

The woman made no reply, continuing in her unhurried, staunch manner until they were quite within distance that she could speak in her low, even, librarian voice.

“Miss Kinnell,” she greeted with a nod of her graying head. “What may I do for you?” “I was just readying to leave, Ma’am,” Paige responded, eager to depart for her favorite restaurant. “Is there anything you need from me before I go?” “The new shipment of reference books arrived this afternoon and has been checked in by the aides. Each title will need cataloged and entered into the system tonight. Can you handle that, Miss Kinnell?” Paige would never show her disappointment outwardly. She loved her job. For once, though, she’d hoped to steal out on time. Cataloging the countless volumes would take hours. So much for dinner plans. Brooke and Lara would understand. They always did.

“I’ll get right on that, Ms. Ross,” Paige offered cheerily despite her disappointment.

“Very well.”

The older woman continued walking, pausing a few steps from Paige and smiling back at her in her doting headmistress way.

“Allan is bringing you a steak dinner, Miss Kinnell, my treat. That is your favorite?” Paige returned the smile, half wanting to scream over her foiled plans, half wanting to hug Ms. Ross for knowing her favorite dinner and bothering to get it.

“What would I do without you, Ms. Ross?”

“Probably starve away to nothing,” Barbara Ross teased dryly, resuming her duties.

Retracing her steps to the ample office she shared with fellow Junior Librarians, Allan Murphy and Bethany Fraser, Paige dialed her phone, dreading the conversation to come.

“Lara? Hi. It’s me.”

The barrage.

“I know, I know. But I have to work late. Sorry.”

She held the phone away from her ear, laughing at her cousin’s indignation, comforted that it was on her behalf.

“Okay, then. See you tomorrow.”

At least I’m still having steak for dinner.

***

Perched on the building’s concrete ledge, chilled night air whirled around his head; not that the cold bothered him. Fall had arrived. Dusky shades of twilight lingered in the west, but that, too, was of little consequence. Breathing deeply, Cael savored the smell of blood, of humanity in the air. He needed to feed.

Arriving in Glasgow earlier in the week to attend to business matters, Cael now had the city spread below him, a pagan offering on the altar of his hunger. Feeding from humans offered sustenance. With little strength to be gained from their blood and the absence of the sensuality found in feeding from another vampire, Cael approached the necessity with resigned indifference – unless hunger grew too strong as he had allowed this time. Among mortals certain blood was potent, and Cael searched the populace below for the scent of Highland blood. He would enjoy drinking tonight, perhaps more than he had allowed himself in far too long.

The West End bustled, its many businesses overflowing patrons onto the sidewalks as they waited for tables, browsed the shops after work, or headed for the popular clubs abounding in this bohemian section of the city. Cael preferred to hunt here, finding a rich variety of blood – and greater ease of feeding. He wanted so much more this night than to merely feed. But that was impossible.  His kind shunned mating with mortals. It was dangerous. The possibility, however rare, of producing a half-breed brought swift punishment from the Council and death to the discovered child and human woman who carried it. The act of feeding from a human did not produce sexual urges, nor was it intended to. It was just that – feeding, leading Cael to question why the rule had been necessary in the first place. The desire to drink and fuck was a joy to be shared solely between vampires, the pleasure of engaging in the erotic act by a vampire male and his mate incomparable. Vampire clubs, wildly popular among younger vampires, offered numerous partners for the choosing, but Cael didn’t embrace hedonism. Perhaps he’d purged it from his system over the millennia. One out of the handful of remaining ancients, Cael Maccinnis of the Clan Maccinnis, natural born of the Highlands, had traveled the globe over the aeons. He’d done his share of feeding and fucking. The strings to the past were strong within him this night, the nearing of Samhain the likely culprit. On that night the curtain between the worlds of the living and the dead was thinnest, and for sensitive beings like the vampire those souls seeking release were a powerful force, ushering in a few weeks of turbulence. Refocusing on the task at hand, Cael scanned the crowd. It was time to choose prey.

Soundlessly he descended to the city street, blending amongst the throngs strolling Byres Road in their quest for night-life entertainment. Strong scents assailed his nostrils, now burning with the overabundance of cologne and perfume. He never would understand the humans’ desire to cover their heady, natural smell. Quickly he marked off the strongest blood near him, honing on the savory hint to maneuver near. It was male – not surprising. By looks, his victim likely carried traces of Saxon blood, Cael mused, his thirst increasing with the knowledge. Turning onto Ashton Lane the group he trailed proceeded on toward The Chip, a popular restaurant. Cael settled in. Barring the arrival of a more attractive meal, he would feast soon enough.

Just before his mark reached the eatery a foreign and nigh intoxicating scent intruded, breaking Cael’s fixation on the Saxon-blooded male and luring him in another direction. Its pull was strong; the undertones of ancient tastes swam in his memories as he sought the source of his distraction. Like a lover, the scent beckoned him across countless city blocks, drawing him near only to elude him at every intersection. He knew he grew nearer.

A heartbeat sounded in his ear, the pumping of blood through his victim’s body the sound he locked onto. He strained his senses to identify more fully what drew him. For the first time in ages, he could not. Although the scent pervaded the area, its source remained a mystery beyond the cursory.  Female. Vampire. He wanted it.

By the time he noticed the delicate creature walking toward the townhouse tenement Cael was savage with blood lust. Hunting, stalking, locked onto the female’s heartbeat, his senses warned.  Human – vampire – no…human.

Fighting the urge to drink was beyond him, the scent of the female vampire so near, so strong– so made for him – that his cock strained against his jeans and his fangs elongated in the erotic hunger denied him for so long. His eyes burned, reddening with the impending promise of fulfillment. Drinking and fucking. He wanted. Desired. Needed.

The human female froze, wide eyed in the shadow of his large form. Any trace of fear was erased the instant he soothed her with the thrall of hypnosis. Her pounding heart hammered in his ears, sounding in time with the nearby female vampires, mingling with his hunger, his thirst, his desire. Cael could not discern her scent, her heartbeat, from the vampire’s. Pleasure flooded his mind, his body, as he bent to suckle the tender flesh of her exposed neck, her scent so powerful that he lost himself in its ritualistic lure. Unable to deny his thirst for a taste of her, he willed it, and the serene woman granted him access to the apartment she had been about to enter. Backing her against the hallway plaster, awash with the ancient promise of her blood Cael deepened his thrall, sinking his fangs deep to draw her essence into himself. Unlike any mortal he had ever fed from, she writhed against him in the sensuality meant for vampires.

It should not be so; yet it was. He battled, desperate to gain mastery over his compulsion to claim her body, realizing he drank far more deeply than he should allow himself. He took as if she were vampire – but a female vampire would be drinking from him as well, replenishing, sharing. This delicate reature needed her blood to survive. Begrudgingly he relinquished her neck, swirling his tongue over the wounds to heal them.

Her cry of frustration startled him. Even under the power of his enthrallment she retained awareness, adding to the tumult in his mind and body. What he desired was unnatural. By Arawn! She’s a mortal! What is wrong with me? More troubling, however, was her reaction to his bite. He took her face in his hands, studying her intense bereavement at his denying their shared desire. The striking green eyes, slightly upturned at their corners, and fair complexion held him in countless minutes of admiration, her simple beauty arresting. He could not trust himself any longer and lowered his lips to hers in a brief, brushing kiss. It was an unacknowledged promise to return. The softness of her silken lips remained in Cael’s thoughts, torturing, taunting, beckoning. He spoke the ancient words, masking his presence in her mind and the memory of what had passed before disappearing into the October night.

***

“Charity, what are you doing?” Harry inquired, seeking her for a game he and Jael had dreamed up.

“Playing, silly,” she giggled, setting the glowing orb on the side table and skipping off to join her playmates.

“Playing what?” curiosity prompted him to ask.

“What else but a game?” Charity laughed, taking Harry’s hand. “Shall we play something new today?”

“Oh, yes!” Harry exclaimed, distracted from his questioning for the moment. “But Jael wants to play hurricane! We haven’t played hurricane in a very long time. Say you’ll play, Charity!”

“Well…,” Charity considered. “It has been a very long time since we played hurricane. We’ll have to convince Old Zephyr to join us. It’s no fun at all unless he blows his hardest.”

Harry ran ahead yelling for Jael, and Charity smiled, thinking of her own game a moment before giving her attention fully to the upcoming festivities. She, her brother Harry, and sister Jael had loved games as long as she could remember, since Father Time set the hands of his wondrous clock in motion. Now time marched on, but Charity and her siblings remained the same, children ever indulging in their beloved games.

***

Paige blinked her eyes once, twice, peering about her entryway in hazy confusion. I really need to get some sleep… Throwing her woolen wrap over the bench she slumped down, prying the chic heels from her tired feet with a sigh of relief. Twelve hour days plus her commute wreaked havoc on her fashionable tastes. Weariness swept over her, and for once she omitted her regular habit of sitting with a mug of hot tea and magazine to unwind and headed straight for the shower.

Half-an-hour later, cozy in flannel pajamas, Paige sank into her favorite overstuffed chair, pulling the yellow chenille blanket around her shoulders. She was alone; she’d checked the doors and windows twice. But the nagging sensation of a watchful presence lingered eerily. Reaching for her neck, Paige again felt the strange tingling ache surge beneath her fingers.

What is going on with me tonight?

Shaking her head and snuggling into the chair she stretched her legs on the ottoman and sank into deep sleep. Her phone chirped much later, and she uttered apologies in her dreamlike stupor, returning to sleep like the dead. As her body rested, her mind came alive. Erotic images filled her dreams – images of a man. Tall, well over six feet in height with hair the color of blackest midnight and piercing blue eyes, he looked upon her, whispered her name, touched her. She was in paradise!

The presence surrounded, occupying all senses at once. Earthy and masculine, his scent filled her with every breath. His voice, low and husky, rumbled through her body with every utterance. His form, hovering over and around her, awakened every nerve in her flesh, leaving her trembling under his gaze and aching for his caress. Yet she could not really see him for the haze in her mind. The images were jumbled, distorted, frustrating. Suddenly, he was solid before her again. But his eyes were now blood red, his gaze hungry and sexual in a way that frightened her.

And aroused her.

In predatory manner he smelled her, a terrifying and wildly sensual groan emanating from him as he gripped her head, tilting it to expose her neck to his mouth. His eyes raked over her, and terror welled inside Paige at the sight of his incisors elongating.

He was vampire.

She made to scream, but no sound escaped her. In helplessness she felt the blood being drawn from her body, feared that she would die like this, alone and afraid. A startling and disturbing truth dawned. The vampire was with her, she was not alone. Then the pleasure came. The sweet, sweet pleasure…

Chest heaving, Paige Kinnell started up from her chair. It was a dream, Paige. Only a dream. It took her body much longer to accept that fact. Combing her fingers through her long, blond hair, tangled after sleeping, Paige climbed from the chair and plodded to the kitchen. She wanted coffee. The rich aroma of dark roast filled her nostrils before she plucked the canister down, and she chuckled at the power of subliminal suggestion. Merely thinking of coffee produced some chemical or another in her brain that had her believing she could smell it, through an airtight container no less! No one’s olfactory senses are that developed.

The cell phone chimed her alarm, and after starting her brew station Paige shuffled to the living room to silence the cheery wake-up call, too fatigued to muster her pace. The phone blared anew, and Paige answered it testily. “What is it, Brooke?”

The cheery voice on the other end ignored her rude beginning. “You have something to tell us?” her cousin, Brooke, teased wickedly.

Brooke and Lara were more like sisters than cousins. Their mother, her Aunt Anna, raised her alongside them. Their being twins – and she only 5 months younger – made them more like triplets. Anna had formally adopted her and named her as her own child after her mother had died giving birth to her. It was something her Aunt refused to discuss, and Paige assumed it was too painful a memory for her to relive. The few times they talked about her mother had been brief, and Sissy – as all three girls called her, doing so since they could speak – explained that she and Paige’s mother had been closer than any sisters there ever were, and that losing her own twin, Agnes, had been the most painful event of her life. After that, Paige hesitated to dredge up so awful a sorrow for her beloved Sissy.

“What would I have to tell?” Paige questioned, having no idea of what her cousin was talking about.

“Don’t you dare play the shy little virgin this morning, Paige Kinnell! We want details, woman!”

Brooke’s voice carried overly well through the line, and Paige held the phone away from her ear, protecting her eardrum. “What in all of Hades are you about, calling me in the morning and asking me silly questions? Details? Of what?”

Brooke screamed in exasperation, and had Paige been at the library she would have hung up on her already. Half of Glasgow could surely hear her big mouth. “Of that beautiful man you went on about last night on the phone! You know, the one with the black hair? The icy blue eyes? The body built to make a saint sin? That’s who! Are you daft? Do you remember talking to me last night?”

Oddly, Paige did not remember that; however, she did remember the man. The man from her dreams. Oh bother! How can I explain this? “I must have been dreaming or something. Sorry, but there’s really nothing to tell, girls.”

“Paige, honey… if those are your dreams, I need to know what you were drinking before you went to sleep!”

Brooke laughed again, relating the conversation to Lara, who guffawed in the background. Paige smiled, her first of the morning. They made her crazy, but she couldn’t imagine life without them. The ‘Terrible Trio’, that’s what Sissy had named them in their elementary years. A strong bond glued them to one another; Sissy had seen to that.

All ye really ha’ is each other. Never forget that, lassies. Never. Let no soul ever come between ye.

“All right, you two. I’ve got to get ready for work. Call me later. Maybe I’ll get out of there on time for once.”

“You should come out with us tonight,” Brooke invited. “We’re going to Jinty McGinty’s…It’ll be fun.”

“I don’t know,” Paige hesitated. “You know I don’t drink much, and sitting around while everyone else does is not all that fun.”

“Oh, come on! It’s been an age since you let your hair down. All work and no play make Paige a dull girl. You’re too timid, Paige. How are you ever going to land a man if you…” Someone or something interrupted Brooke’s sage-like lecture, saving Paige the trouble of begging off the line.

“Sorry, Paige! Gotta run! I’ll call you at seven sharp. And for the love of Henry wear something more risque than a turtleneck.”

The line went dead, and Paige heaved a sigh of relief, muttering as she readied for work.

“What’s the matter with my turtleneck sweaters anyway?”

Interested??  You can buy the book here.

Check out the other stops on this tour!

5/21  Red Headed Bookworm   Review   hschrock24112@yahoo.com              5/23  Book Lovin’ Mamas  1st CH   booklovinmamas@gmail.com                      5/24   Books, Books, and More Books   Review  mindywall@att.net                  5/25   My Cozie Corner   1st CH    speck.sw@gmail.com                                          5/28    Words I Write Crazy  Review & Giveaway  lpcoolgirl@xplornet.com 5/30    Eternally Books  Review & Giveaway    eternallybooks@gmail.com   5/31   Reading, Writing and More  1st CH    stephsgrn@gmail.com                        6/1     Always a Booklover    Review   flame_2712@hotmail.com                           6/1     The Lucky Ladybug  1st Chapter & Giveaway  contact@theluckyladybug.net

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Our Little Miracle

On February 4, 2012 our family grew by one very small addition… Lola

     

An adorable “deer chihuahua”..  So called because of their very long legs.  They are able to get up to about 20 lbs.  She was born December 23, 2011.  My mom got her from some family and decided to give her to us because my boys just loved her and she had so much fun with them.  We have a huge yard and are here a lot more than Mom is home.  Her shirt was a bit too big, but fit her personality famously, on the back written in rhinestones is “Born Fabulous”!

On May 11, 2012 I stayed home sick and it was a good thing.  Lola was no where to be found.. After looking all over our tiny house for her, I found her very sick and hiding under my youngest son’s dresser.  We took her to the vet and found out she had parvo.  If any of you aren’t familiar with this horrible disease, very few dogs live through it.  It is a horrible intestinal disease that usually kills the animal in a not so subtle way.  We were devastated.  The vet sent us home with some meds for her.  I was giving her shots twice a day and she actually turned around fairly quickly.  Our vet was even shocked at her recovery!

We had many people praying for her during her ordeal..  I know, some people think it’s silly to ask God to help animals, but she was part of our family and I wasn’t ready to explain losing her to our 5 yr old son or 3 yr old niece.

She is now completely back to normal, bouncing around like a little wild woman!  She’s got her appetite and fun little personality back.

 

She truly is our little miracle!  And, as you can see, has grown exponentially in just a few short months!

I will leave you all with this little tidbit of advice..  Please vaccinate your animals!  It definitely is important!

6678961893 f194d1e8ba o Desperatly Wanting Wednesday: The Book I would Commit a Crime for...

Time again for my favorite meme, hosted by Parjunkee

This week it’s about books we would commit a crime for..

Rapture (Fallen, #4) Rapture by Lauren Kate

From Goodreads:  The sky is dark with wings . . . .
Like sand in an hourglass, time is running out for Luce and Daniel. To stop Lucifer from erasing the past they must find the place where the angels fell to earth. Dark forces are after them, and Daniel doesn’t know if he can do this—live only to lose Luce again and again.
Yet together they will face an epic battle that will end with lifeless bodies . . . and angel dust. Great sacrifices are made. Hearts are destroyed. And suddenly Luce knows what must happen.
For she was meant to be with someone other than Daniel. The curse they’ve borne has always and only been about her—and the love she cast aside. The choice she makes now will be the only one that truly matters.
In the fight for Luce, who will win?
The astonishing conclusion to the FALLEN series. Heaven can’t wait any longer.

 Oh yea, I would definitely commit a crime for this book!  My friend got an ARC copy for review and I was happy for her, but oh so jealous!!  😉

Can’t wait to get my hands on this one!

If you can’t wait, either, you can pre-order it here.

Check out Lauren Kate’s website here.

Help me welcome Sheenah Freitas, author of The Zincian Legend Trilogy.  She’s a great writer and has given us some time here today.  Below is my review of the second book, The Number; followed by a Q&A with her, the theme is “Into the Past”.  I have asked her a few questions about what some of her favorite things were at certain ages in her life.
Check it out and give her some support for her newest novel.

The Number (Zincian Legend, #2)  The Number (Zincian Legend Book 2) by Sheenah Freitas
Kaia disappeared for five years. Now she’s back and her planet is on the brink of war.
The new “Numbers” program, created by the Tueors’ leader, tracks and isolates demigods. Kaia’s friend, Catrina, refuses to take part, and that makes her the most dangerous Number of all.
It’s Kaia’s duty to gather and protect the treasures of the gods. But neither the treasures nor Catrina are what they appear to be.
As the day a dire prophesy foresees draws near, will Kaia reverse the gears of fate, or will everything she’s ever loved be burned away by the flames of war?

To read my review and the guest post, please click here.

Review: Paskagankee

Paskagankee Paskagankee by Allan Leverone

An isolated village, remote and vulnerable.

A series of brutal murders.

And a vengeful spirit born of tragedy, reawakened after a centuries-old massacre.

Three distinctly different people must come together, racing against time and their own personal demons in a desperate attempt to stop an unstoppable killer and save their town.

Welcome to Paskagankee, Maine. You may not survive the visit.

My Review:

This book is set in a small town in northern Maine.  The brand new police chief finds himself in-over-his-head very quickly when a series of attacks rocks the community.  At first, a dog is attacked by what seems like a wild animal, then a man suddenly disappears while shoveling his driveway, leaving behind nothing but large amounts of blood.  It soon becomes clear that the attacks are not from any animal but, rather impossibly, a human.  The new sheriff~along with a young woman on his police force and a ridiculed and discredited professor from a neighboring town~embark on a dangerous and interesting mission to hunt down this “person” and stop him/her before any more murders can take place.

My interest was kept during the entire book.  I was able to predict the “person” that was killing people, but that didn’t take away from the story for me.  Honestly, I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t Stephen King.  Maybe it was the Maine setting, but Allan Leverone had a very good writing style that almost bled mystery and danger.  I am sure I will be reading more from him!

I gave this book 4 stars!

To buy this book click here.
 

I entered this recipe in the Zuuzs Grand Spring Recipe Challenge.  I hope you all will enjoy this recipe and go vote for it here.

This is an original recipe that I came up with and it was a huge hit with my family (even the pickiest ones!).  I hope you enjoy it as much as they did!

Chicken Prosciutto

 6 boneless, skinless chicken breasts

12 slices prosciutto

3 French’s Fried Onions, crushed

3 Tblsp crushed garlic & cheese croutons

5 Tblsp shredded Parmesan chees

1/2 tsp dried sage

1/2 tsp dried mint

1/2 tsp garlic salt, plus more for seasoning

1/4 tsp ground black pepper, plus more for seasoning

5 Tblsp butter or margarine at room temperature, divided

1)  Add fried onions, croutons, Parmesan, sage, mint, 1/2 tsp garlic salt and 1/4 tsp black pepper to a bowl and mix well.  Add 2 Tblsp softened, but not melted, butter or margarine and mix with hands until well incorporated.

 

2)  Slice chicken breasts through the middle, forming a pocket.  Spread softened butter or margarine on inside of chicken breasts and sprinkle with garlic salt and pepper.  Stuff well with the onion mixture.  Wrap chicken breasts carefully with two pieces of prosciutto each.

3)  Place on baking sheet and place in oven preheated to 375 degrees.  Bake for 30 minutes, baste with 2 Tblsp melted butter or margarine and cook for an additional 10 minutes.

4)  Remove from oven and let stand for 5 to 10  minutes to redistribute juices.

Again, I hope you will all go vote for my recipe here.

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Desperately Wanting Wednesday

6678961827 53a3b81485 o Desperately Wanting Wednesday: Books People Want me to Want
Desperately Wanting Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Parajunkee.
Books People Want Me To Want
This week’s edition is all about books that other people want me to read.  There’s plenty in this category for me!
The Forever Girl: Sophia's Journey (Forever Girl, #1)

Sophia’s family has skeletons, but they aren’t in their graves…

At 22, practicing Wiccan Sophia Parsons is scratching out a living waiting tables in her Rocky Mountain hometown, living under the shadow of her bi-polar mother, religious prejudice, and a cold murder. Sophia can imagine lots of ways her life could be better, but she’d settle for just getting rid of the buzzing noise in her head. The spell she casts goes wrong. The static turns into voices. Her personal demons get company, and the newcomers are dangerous.

One of them is a man named Charles, a centuries-old shape-shifter that Sophia falls for despite her better judgment. He has connections that can help her unveil the mystery surrounding her ancestor’s hanging, but she gets more than she bargains for when she finally decides to trust him. Survival in his world, she learns, means not asking questions and staying out of the immortal council’s way. It’s a line she crossed long ago.

If Sophia wants to survive the council and save the people she loves, she must accept who she is, perform dark magic, and fight to the death for her freedom.

The Forever Girl is a full-length Paranormal Fantasy novel that will appeal to lovers of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, witches, vampires, ghosts, paranormal mystery, and paranormal horror.

I’m honestly not sure if this even counts.  I already own this book and am not unsure about wanting to read it, I just haven ‘t had the time.  I received it from the author, and it has also been recommended to me on Goodreads.
If you’d like to read it as well, you can get it here

Mirage (Winterhaven, #2)  Mirage by Kristi Cook

  • Reading level: Ages 14 and up
  • Hardcover: 384 pages
  • Publisher: Simon Pulse (June 5, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1442442999
  • ISBN-13: 978-1442442993

From Goodreads:  Seventeen-year-old Violet McKenna is back for her senior year at Winterhaven, and thrilled to be with Aidan after a long summer apart. But when a violent and disturbing vision begins to haunt her, Violet suddenly feels unsure of everything: who to trust, if she is in danger, and—worst of all—whether she and Aidan are really meant to be together.

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Teaser Tuesday

mirage.jpg  Mirage by Kristi Cook

From Goodreads:  Seventeen-year-old Violet McKenna is back for her senior year at Winterhaven, and thrilled to be with Aidan after a long summer apart. But when a violent and disturbing vision begins to haunt her, Violet suddenly feels unsure of everything: who to trust, if she is in danger, and—worst of all—whether she and Aidan are really meant to be together.

To be released June 5, 2012

Published by Simon Pulse

384 pages

Teaser:

“Thank you,” I murmured, breathing in his scent, allowing myself to experience the full brunt of the Aidan effect. “God, you smell so good.”
“Better than Dr. Hottie?” Aidan asked huskily, one hand pressed into the small of my back, steadying me.
“Way better,” I shot back, before I’d thought better of it. (MIRAGE ARC, page 65)


Sounds great, right?  If you agree and want to pre-order it, you can do that here.

If you haven’t yet read Haven, you can get it here.

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