Archive for January, 2008



Thursday, January 31st, 2008
Slim Snaks

Snaking is a very hard habit to break. So why break it?

Seriously. In order to speed up your metabolism and keep it revving you need to eat on regular basis. It’s proven that many small meals, or three big meals and a couple of snaks, a day work best to improve weight loss efforts.

So with that in mind, I say let’s snak! But we do want to snak smart. So here are some things to try.

200 Snacks Under 100 Calories Has exactly what it says it does. Personally, my self control isn’t good enough to eat only half a muffin, or 10 potato chips.

The good news…so many products these days come in 100 calories snack size that when I’m done they’re all gone. LOL I highly recommend the 100 cal Cadbury Thin Chocolate bars, the toffee one is absolutely delicious. And the Cadbury site has the Nutritional info here if you want to check them out.

Cathryn Fox says try this as a snak:

Sometimes in between meals I get a little bit hungry, or at other times, I eat because I just simply feel like eating! So I found this great recipe which comes from a bodybuilder’s website.

I call it the muffin cookie, because it has the texture of a muffin, but is the size of a cookie. The slow burning old fashion oats help hold me over until my next meal.

It’s nutritious and delicious, and so darn easy to make.
I make them (I usually double the batch) and freeze them and when I get the hankering for something I take two out of the freezer and just much!!

Ingredients
1/2 c brown sugar
1/2 c sugar
3 egg whites
1tsp vanilla
1 1/2 cup whole wheat flour
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp cinnamon
3 cups old fashion oats.
1 1/2 cup unsweetened applesauce.

My hubby throws raisins in half the batch, but I believe a raisin has NO place in a cookie. LOL

Blend all ingredients together and you can add more applesauce if mixture is too dry. Heat 350 degrees. Drop by rounded tablespoon to PAM greased cookie sheet. Bake 10 minutes until brown.

I’m a peanut butter nut, so I made some adjustments to my favorite cookie recipe. (The recipe on the back of the KRAFT peanut butter jars)

The recipe calls for:
1 cup smooth Kraft Peanut butter
1/2 cup of sugar
1 egg

Mix Together well, then back for 10-15 minutes at 325.

Now to tweak, I use 1/4 cup of sugar (I tried to use SPLENDA once, and the cookies tasted fine, but the texture was too crumbly for me)
I also used 2 Egg Whites, instead of 1 Egg (I buy the cartons of Simply Egg White for my eggs, and used 2.5 tablespoons)

The trick with the cookies is to make sure you don’t over bake them. Because you’re using less sugar the texture is a bit different. I under-bake them slightly (10-12 minutes) so they remain chewy.

Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
Tempted?

Random Chapter from WICKED

The band was playing and the heavy beat matched the low level throb in
Lara’s blood as she moved. The heat of admiring eyes drifted over her skin.
There were so many, male and female, all hot with passion that fired her
blood.

She’d take one of them home that night. A man. A man with a big cock,
plenty of passion and lots of stamina to help chase away the hot dreams of
that arrogant egotistical . lawyer.

Large hands rested on her hips and a body brushed against her back. She
glanced over her shoulder and winked at the bald college boy who’d moved in
to dance with her.

She shouldn’t call him a boy, he was probably only younger than her by a
year or two, but he wasn’t man enough to inspire a stronger title. His
excitement and eagerness fairly bled from him as he rubbed his groin against
her ass in an effort to be sexy. It might be a little mean of her to tease
him, but she couldn’t stop herself.

She bent forward at the waist, pressing her hips back against him, and did a
bump and grind that had her own body softening, readying itself for action.
With a flip of her head, she straightened up, back arched as she rested her
head against his shoulder and undulated against him in time with the music.

“You are so fucking hot,” he panted in her ear, his hands slipping over the
smooth flesh of her belly that was bared by her crop top.

She spun in his arms just as the last notes of the song were struck, and the
music faded into the crowd’s applause.

The band said they were going to take a short break, and everyone started to
drift off the dance floor. It was time to rehydrate.

“Thanks for the dance,” she said to the boy, and spun on her heel to leave.

He grabbed her arm, halting her steps. “That’s it? Come on, baby. Let’s
find a dark corner and get to know each other better.”

She looked at his hand on her arm before raising her gaze to his. She gave
him a look that any smart man would recognize as a warning. College boy
wasn’t stupid, and he released his grip.

“Yeah,” he said with a sneer. “Whatever.”

Lara headed for the bar without another word, and immediately spotted the
lean blond parked there in leather pants and a snug black t-shirt.

Oh, shit.

Her heart kicked in her chest and every hair on her body stood on end. Karl
looked so fucking good her mouth actually started to water. Saliva pooled
on her tongue and her pussy clenched in recognition of what it hungered for.
She’d been able to resist the lure of his challenge when she only had images
of him in a suit and tie in her mind, but this . she had no resistance to
the living fantasy in front of her.

Even worse, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

Altering her course slightly she headed straight for him. “Well hello
there, sexy. How are you tonight?”

“Feeling pretty good after watching your little show there,” he replied.
“You move very well, sweetie.”

Pleasure swept over her at his compliment and she gave herself a mental kick
in the ass. She knew she moved well, she didn’t need him to tell her that.
Plus, he’d called her sweetie.

Lara eyed him.She realized he was being sincere and that sent a wave of pure
desire rushing through her veins. Normally she hated it when men called her
sweetie or baby or darlin’, or any number of chauvinistic endearments. But
Karl’s lazily spoken words were different somehow.

“Thanks,” she said before smiling at the bartender and asking for a bottle
of water.

When he set the water on the bar Karl handed him a bill before she could,
and the bartender walked away.

“Thank you, again.” She turned to face Karl, stepping closer so that her
hip brushed against his leather-clad knee.

She let her eyes roam over him, not bothering to hide the need simmering in
her blood. Why should she? She’d made it pretty clear the other night that
she wanted him. He’d been the one to walk away.

Remembering that, she shifted, a little unsure exactly how to handle him
now. Unsure of how she wanted to handle him now.

As if he could read her thoughts, Karl’s lips tilted slightly and the lines
around his eyes crinkled, making the small scar that ran through his left
eyebrow shift. “You didn’t call,” he said.

Not wanting to shout in the loud bar, or let him sense her momentary doubts,
she shifted closer. When she moved, he spread his knees wider and she
automatically filled the spot.

“Why didn’t you call?” he repeated.

She arched a brow at him. “Why didn’t you call?”

He chuckled. “Because you’re the one who needs to decide if you’re really
willing to do anything at least once.”

Would she? Wicked heat zinged from her brain to her sex in answer and she
grinned. Payback could be so much fun, sometimes.

“Follow me?” she challenged.

His chocolate eyes darkened and his lips twitched as he stood so they were
chest to chest. “Lead the way.”

With a little extra swing in her hip, she headed for the back of the pub.

The band was starting up again and they were going against the stream of
people heading back to the dance floor. Karl’s hand rested on the curve of
her hip, the heat of his body close behind her as they passed the mens room,
then the ladies room and went straight out the back door.

She’d been antsy and horny before she saw him, but in the past three minutes
her body had started to burn from the inside out. Everything in her was
centered on having him - he was not going to walk away from her again. She
was in control this time.

Karl was all man - all very sexy, very primal man. She might not know
exactly what was going on between them, but she did know one thing for sure
- she was woman enough to take him on, and revel in it.

The cool night air hit her skin and a shiver ripped through her. She
glanced around the empty parking lot, no real plan in her mind, just
animalistic need driving her to do what came naturally. She started to head
for her car, but then spotted the narrow walkway between the pub and the
darkened building next to it. A big leafy tree almost hid the small space.

It was perfect.

Without a word she entered the small passage and went about ten steps before
stopping. She turned and faced Karl, who was looking at her with a mix of
curiosity and approval.

“You,” she said, putting her hands on his chest and gently shoving him
against the cement wall of the pub. “Are not walking away from me this
time.”

She leaned in, pressing her body against his fully, and ran her tongue over
the tattoo on his neck. His pulse jumped as she nibbled her way toward his
ear only to have her head pulled back sharply. The hand that was suddenly
wrapped in her hair tightened, and her pussy throbbed in answer.

“Oooh,” she cooed in appreciation, but the sound was cut off when his head
came down and his mouth covered hers.

Lara struggled to remember her plan as Karl’s flavor washed over her. He
tasted so damn good - hot, potent and male. His muscles flexed and danced
under her hand as she swept them down over his chest and flat abs to his
belt. Her fingers shook with her eagerness as she unsnapped and unzipped
his pants.

Pushing aside the supple leather, she groaned into Karl’s mouth when his
cock leapt into the palm of her hand.

Oh yeah! He was well built all over.

The grip on her hair tightened and her head was tugged back. Karl’s mouth
slid over her cheek to her ear, where he nipped at the sensitive lobe,
sending bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy. “What are you gonna do
with that, naughty girl?”

She pulled back slightly, shaking her head and dislodging his grip. “I’m
going to make it mine,” she said as she bent her knees.

Karl watched as Lara knelt in front of him, the moonlight streaming through
the trees leaves and gleaming on the top of her head as her hot breath
drifted over his naked cock. She’d surprised him again, in a very good way.

A long lick up the underside of his cock had him sucking in a sharp breath
and reaching deep for his self-control as she swirled her tongue over the
sensitive head. His balls tightened and he closed his eyes, letting his
head fall back against the wall.

His fingers tangled in her soft hair, but he just enjoyed the feel of the
silky strands. This was her thing and he was going to let her do it the way
she wanted.

For now.

It felt good, better than good, as she expertly circled the base of his
shaft with her fingers and stroked. She caressedthe full length of his
shaft while her lips were wrapped around the top, gently sucking on the
head. She popped him out of her mouth, licking him like a lollipop for a
brief moment before taking him deep.

A groan of pleasure rumbled through him, and he let it escape. “Deeper,
sugar. Take me as deep as you can,” he coached.

He didn’t press into her though, he wanted to let her play, let her taste
him, and get used to the size and feel of him.

He also wanted to see how well she listened.

Another groan eased from his throat when she did as he asked, her hands
gripping his thighs as she stretched her jaw and sank down on his cock.

She couldn’t take him all, he hadn’t expected her too, but she took him deep
enough that he was touching the back of her throat. He looked down at her,
one hand going to gently cup under her jaw. Karl could feel himself there as
she pulled back, then took him deep again.

“Good girl,” he murmured when her throat spasmed around him and she pulled
back sharply, leaving his cock bobbing in the cool air. “Do it again. I
like it when I feel the back of your throat.”

She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming in the darkness as she licked her
shiny lips. His heart pounded as he waited for her to speak, but she
didn’t. Instead, one hand wrapped around his shaft again and she closed her
eyes, taking him into her mouth once more. This time, there was no struggle
to take him deep.

Her hand stroked in time with her mouth as she sucked, her head going up and
down, her speed increasing. Her other hand reached between his legs,
wiggling in under the leather low on his hips and cupping his balls. He
watched her, just as much pleasure coming from the sight of her at his feet
as from the actual sensation of her mouth on him.

He kept his hand beneath her chin where he could feel her pulse pounding,
and his cock sliding along her tongue. The sound of her panting breath was
music to his ears and his cock swelled. She was working so hard, such a
good girl. Such a sassy, sexy, horny, adventurous girl.

Karl’s breath caught as his hips thrust forward, everything inside him
centering on his cock as pleasure exploded and he gave her all he had.

“Yes, my girl,” he cried as she swallowed. “Take it all.”

Tremors rippled through him as she continued to suckle him, gently cleaning
him before she stood slowly. When she was at her full height she reached
up, cupped the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss. He tasted
himself on her tongue as it swept between his lips and into his mouth in one
fierce move. Then she was done.

She stepped back, a fingertip wiping the corner of her smiling lips. “I
will do anything once,” she purred before spinning on her heel and walking
away.

“Call me,” she shouted over her shoulder before she disappeared around the
corner of the building.

A laugh bubbled up inside of him and he let it roll out. She was certainly
a handful. A very pleasurable, and deliciously wicked, handful.

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Monday, January 28th, 2008
Frozen in

For those of you who are waiting on books and prizes from me, I’m sorry to say it will be another day, maybe 2, before I get to the post office. You see, I thought there was a lot of snow last week. Yeah, I should’ve known not to anticipate, because we had a big blizzard last night, and it’s freakin’ freezing outside right now.

When I woke up and saw that all the windows on the south side of my place were solid ice, I knew it had been a bad one. But when I looked out the west window and saw sidewalks shoveled and my car barely covered in snow I thought. “Not too bad.”

But those frosty windows kept nagging at me as I prepared to head out. So I turned on the TV to check the temperature. - 32 C! (That’s -25 F for you Americans) UHmm No, I’m not going to the post office today.

Besides, I didn’t plug my car in last night so it won’t start. I will go out and plug it in now, so I can try to go out tomorrow.

Friday, January 25th, 2008
Readers Speak!

ABOUT WICKED:
Reader P.Mason says. “Her books are sexy, real, and satisfying journeys to the HEA’s we all want. They are on my Keeper Shelf.” and a neat hint about WICKED “Ms. White’s secondary characters depict a loving gay relationship that has its own troubles to work through, and the end result is … well, that would be giving away one of the best parts of the book. “ *hee hee*

Another reader, Denise says…“Kudos to Ms. White for one WICKED ride.”

Thank You very much P.Mason, and Denise!!

You can read the full reviews on the Amazon.com WICKED page

ABOUT SEXY DEVIL:

Reader Larena Wirum says “This is one book that once you start to read you can’t put it down. It is very hot and sexy. This is one book that has romance and keeps you laughing.”
YAY!! Thank You Larena

However, C Brigden wasn’t as impressed.
“I bought this book because I had heard good things about the author. This book had a real mystical element with a dash of romance. It was three short stories all related with characters, topic and place. I would not say it was very hot - this first book was the best. Over all I think think if you like gypsies/empath/shapeshifter/demon fiction then it would be worth reading.”
Not super high praise, but I’ll take it. *grin*

You can read them all on the Amazon.com SEXY DEVIL page

There are plenty of other reader reviews for both books, and I want to thank all of the readers who take the time to post reviews. I value each one.

If you’re a reader, be sure to check out my New Year Giveaway for a chance to win a $50 Gift Certificate for your favorite online bookstore.

Friday, January 25th, 2008
Amie’s Muffins

Amie sent me this great recipe…It gets the Slim Camp stamp of approval.

Cranberry Flax Muffins

You need:
1 ½ cups bran flakes cereal (I’ve also used raisin bran)
¾ cup all purpose flour
¾ cup wheat flour (I use the wheat/white premixed. You can find it in the bakery aisle)
½ cup ground flaxseed (golden)
¼ cup packed brown sugar
2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp ground cinnamon
½ tsp baking soda
¼ tsp salt

Mix all of this together and set aside.
1 egg
2 egg whites (you could probably do those egg beaters also)
1 cup 1% buttermilk (I do soy milk. I haven’t tried almond milk but it would probably work too)
½ cup honey (I use agave nectar—it has a lower glycemic number and tastes just the same)
¼ cup canola oil (I use unsweetened apple sauce—1/2 cup. It does make them moist and you have to cook a little longer)
1 ½ cups dried cranberries
2 tbsp whole flax seeds

Whisk the wet ingredients together.
Stir in the dried ingredients until just moistened.
Stir in cranberries

Coat muffin cups with nonstick cooking spray or use paper liners. Fill 2/3 full. Sprinkle with whole flax seeds. Bake at 375 for 10-15 minutes (with the apple sauce I have to do 20-25 so watch your oven).

1 muffin equals 183 calories, 5 grams fat, 13 mg cholesterol, 174 mg sodium, 32 g carbs, 32 grams fiber, 4 grams protein. Dietary exchange: 2 starch, 1 fat. Not sure how this works out with the small modifications I made.

Thursday, January 24th, 2008
PMS Sucks.

Slim Camp

Women have it rough. Not only is it natural for us to have more body fat than men, and it’s naturally harder for us to lose wieght. But we have to deal with hormanes and PMS cravings.

Although I must say, at least now I recognize that it’s not just me falling off the wagon, but an actual hard on for carbs that’s hormonal.
I remember reading a while ago about herbs or teas or foods that helped curb them…but I can’t remember where. Anyone here have any tips on how to curb the PMS cravings?

Personally, I’m holding my own, but not making much progress this week. Which is okay, my goal for this past week, and this upcoming week are to continue to just hold my own. It’s deadline crunch, and all I want is to meet my deadline, and not gain any pounds.

ADDED
GO HERE and check out the joke Vanessa Jaye posted.

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008
Let It Rain (Music meme)

Steph had this onher blog the other day and I had to try it. I’m not tagging anyone, but for fun, if you do it, give us a link to it in the comments.

Directions:
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, iPod etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS

1. IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?
Hells Bells (AC/DC)

2. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
The One That Got Away (Pink)

3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Dance The Night Away (Van Halen)

4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
One Week (Barenaked Ladies)

5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Cruisin’ (Theresa Sokyrka)- If you know this song, I think it’s perfect fit..

6. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Let’s Get It Started (Black Eyed Peas)

7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Fancy (Reba McEntire)

8. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Rag Doll (Aerosmith)

9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
That La La La (Rihanna)

10. WHAT IS 2 + 2?
How Many Times, How Many Lies (Pussycat Dolls)

11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR EX?
Treat Me Right (Pat Benatar)

12. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Dirty (Christina Aguilera)

13. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Eruption (Van Halen)

14. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Since You Been Gone (Kelly Clarkson)

15. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
That’s All I need To Know (Joe Cocker)

16. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing (Chris Isaak)

17. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Summer In The City (Joe Cocker)

18. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Someone That You’re With (Nickleback)

19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Right Now (Pussycat Dolls)

20. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Nasty (Janet Jackson)

Now press Next one more time and use it as your title.
Let It Rain (Amanda Marshall)

That was fun. Some of those are perfect!

Monday, January 21st, 2008
Touch Me

I know not everyone loves a man with a hairless chest, but even those who don’t, should enjoy this pic. Just a hint of how it feels to watch a man touch himself.

OH, and check out my post at the Fresh Fiction Blogtoday.

Saturday, January 19th, 2008
Let’s talk masturbation.

When I saw this new washing machine I thought of a scene in my last WIP, ( MY PREROGATIVE, my Sept 08 release from Berkley,) when the heroine slaps a rubber cock with a suction cup bottom on a chair and rides the chair. I was thinking, hmm, she’d like this washing machine. *Hee hee*

Anyway, this made me think of how often I use masturbation in stories.

Personally, I think if a person doesn’t masturbate, they’re probably no good in bed. My belief is how can you find pleasure if you don’t know what pleases you? And the best way to find out is to well, experiment, with others and with yourself. But come one, isn’t self love a sort of naughty exciting thing?

Especially if you do it with a partner I know, self love with a partner? Then why do it yourself? Because it’s HOT. And if you doubt me, ask your man to stroke himself for you. Men aren’t shy, he’d do it for sure.

Women are shy though. I think it’s ingrained in us at birth to feel shy/ashamed/vulnerable when exposing ourselves. But honestly, a woman touching herself in front of her lover will give her more power over him than she can imagine.
Check this scene out form THE CRIB in the PURE SEX anthology.

“Strip.”
We’d just entered my motel room and I’d gone straight to the bedside table to flick on the lamp, but froze at his command. My heart kicked in my chest and my nipples hardened to the point of pain.
I turned on my heel and watched Devon shrug out of his leather jacket before he dropped into the upright chair just inside the door. If any other man had spoken to me in that tone, I’d kick his ass. But the flicker of tenderness lurking below the heat in Devon’s intense gaze made his attitude exciting, not demeaning.
Reaching up, I played with the top button on my blouse. Keeping my eyes on him I moved from one the next, slipping them through the holes, without moving closer to him or saying a word. When my blouse hung open I slipped one hand under the cloth and cupped a breast. Scraping my fingertip across the nipple it stiffened even more, aching for a firmer touch.
“Take it off. The bra too.” Devon’s voice was husky with arousal, his own hand drifting over his groin to make an adjustment. “I want to see you touch yourself.”
With slow sure movements I slipped the blouse from my shoulders, and removed the black push up bra I’d been wearing. Biting my lip, I closed my eyes and held the weight of a breast in each hand, squeezing lightly while I pinched my nipples between finger and thumb.
Arrows of pleasure shot from nipple to groin and a sigh of longing spilled from my lips. It felt good, but I wanted him.
I cracked my eyes open and watched him watch me as I reached back and undid the clasp on my skirt. With a little shimmy of my hips the skirt dropped to the ground and I stood in front on him naked, but for my thong and my shoes.
Unwilling to let him know just how much I wanted him to touch me, I sat on the edge of the bed across from him and spread my legs crudely.
I sucked a finger into my mouth for a brief second before trailing it down the center of my chest, across my belly and beneath the elastic edge of my panties. Devon’s lips parted and his tongue darted out as he watched the movement beneath the black lace.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“So good,” I whispered, shocking myself by answering him, egging him on. “Slick and wet. Ready to be filled.”
A low groan rumbled out of him and he made quick work of the buckle of his chaps, as well as his jeans. In seconds he had both pushed low on his hips and his cock bobbed out in the open, hard, thick and proud. Saliva pooled in my mouth as his fingers stroked it lightly up and down.
“Take off your panties.”
I hesitated for a second, and his eyes met mine. “Please.”
Some men might think saying please to a woman made them less, but Devon was confident and assured, and the word flowing from his lips only made me want to do whatever he asked. With one quick move I was rid of the thin lace.
“Get back on the bed,” he instructed. “Sit against the wall, spread your legs. I want to be able to see everything.”
Excitement skittered through me as I did what he asked. My brain had shut off and I was reduced to a mass of quivering desire, seeking only pleasure and praise.
I propped a pillow up against the headboard and leaned back. Drawing my knees up I kept them spread wide. Devon’s cheeks flushed and the hunger on his face was clear to see. I felt crude and dirty, and desired and wanted.
“Show me how you please yourself,” he rasped. “Make yourself come for me.”
One hand immediately dipped between my legs, straight for the hard bud of flesh that peeped out from its protective hood. My other hand cupped a breast and played with the nipple. Tension coiled low in my belly and my hips tilted forward a bit, seeking firmer pressure.
Devon’s hand circled his rigid shaft completely and he stroked himself, the head of his penis turning a deeper purple and starting to shine deliciously. A low moan eased from my throat and I rubbed my button harder, the knot in my belly tightening fiercely.
“That’s it, Baby. I can see your pussy working.”
Keeping the steady pressure on my clit with one hand, my other traveled across my belly to join it between my legs. I let my knees fall outward and I was completely open as my hips thrust up to welcome a stiff finger inside me.
“Ohh,” another helpless moan escaped from me. “I’m close. So close, Devon.”
“I know, Babe. I can see how wet you are. I can smell you from there. You smell so good.”
Those earthly words, uttered in his deep husky voice pushed me over the edge. I dug my heels into the bed and thrust my hips forward. One finger thrusting inside while the other frigged my clit. My eyes slid shut on the vision of his fist pumping faster as the knot in my belly expanded and a long low cry eased from my lips.
When my heart rate slowed and the pounding in my ears subsided I opened my eyes to see Devon still seated in the chair. He wasn’t stroking himself anymore. Instead, his hands were resting on leather clad thighs, and his eyes were burning with a raw male hunger that set my blood to near boiling again.
“Come here.”

For more…pick up the PURE SEX anthology. It’s available in Print and as an eBook.

Saturday, January 19th, 2008
Cheesecake

My Mom has a dinner party to go to and she asked me to make the dessert for her. Here is a pic of the Chocolate Peanut Butter Cheesecake I made for her last night. I tell you, it’s frick’n hard to make one for her and not make one for myself. LOL

This is not a Slim Camp approved Dessert.