Gluten Free Friday Homemade Recipe - #5 Baked Chicken

Yum yum yum! Somethings smelling a-foul! Ha.Ha., get it?

I'm in a great mood today because I just baked some chicken and it turned out good so now I just had to share it with all of you. I assume this would also work for turkey. Someone should test it out and see!


(As Always, everything is Gluten Free and/or Organic)

4  skinless chicken breast

1 diced tomato
1 cup of milk
2 sliced potatoes
1 stick of butter
1 cup shredded cheese (optional)
Your choice of spices


Pour the cup of milk into the baking dish
Line up the chicken after its been cleaned on the milk
Sprinkle the diced tomatoes around the chicken
Line out the sliced potatoes around the dish with enough room for them to bake
Cut up the stick of butter and put them over the chicken and potatoes
Sprinkle your spices on top of the items until you're satisfied
Bake at 350 degrees for one hour
When there is 15 minutes left sprinkle the cheese on top to allow it to melt

I thought this was a great way to have a lovely healthy meal and have a pretty dish.

On a scale of 1-5 I rate this a solid 4.

Enjoy and Happy Eatings!

Sage Blog Tours Presents: The Poetic Art of Seduction by Clarissa Clemens

The Poetic Art of Seduction
(The Erotic Poetry Collection Volumes 1-3)
by Clarissa Clemens


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A collection of all 3 volumes of Clarissa O. Clemens' erotic poetry book series, The Poetic Art of Seduction, under 1 cover!

An erotic gift of lyrical rhyme to keep on every bedroom nightstand for play. Kinky yet classy erotic poetry painting sexy pictures and scenes with seductive words to read to each other and get the mood soaked in seduction.

What critics have said about Clarissa's poetry:

"...A delicious dance with words..."
"Impossible not to be aroused..."
"...mouth-watering feast of erotic rhyme..."
"...her words ebb and flow with a superb sensuousness."
"5 Stars is just not enough for this exquisite work of erotic art"

78 Passionate poems of seduction are waiting for you to be devoured with lust and desire.

41Beautifully sensuous photographs have been included to heighten your visual experience with Ms. Clemens poetry.

A must-have for every couple looking for new ways to add the spark back into their flame.

Author Bio

Words have always loved to come play with Clarissa O. Clemens. As a young girl and teen, Clarissa wrote for her school paper and used the written word to channel all the angst and longing for love through her poems and short stories. After her divorce, she again took pen to paper to process all the emotions that were slamming into her head and heart to try and heal, have hope again for love and intimacy, and rediscover the sensual being that had been lurking unattended for many years. After she shared these poems with close friends they strongly encouraged her to find a way to publish them and share them with the world.

In 2008, Clarissa graduated with her BS in Accounting and had been able to land a great job as an Accounting/HR Manager for a private country club. In July of 2011 she self-published her 1st book of erotic poetry from the series, The Poetic Art of Seduction. In addition to her 3 volumes of erotic poetry she has written to date, Ms. Clemens has published 2 volumes of hopeful heart poems in the series, The Poetic Diary of Love and Change; she is currently working on the 3rd volume to be published very soon.

Besides her passion for writing, Clarissa loves to play golf, travel, read, explore music, and spend time with family and friends. Her hope in sharing her poems and written works is to help put passion back into people's lives and rekindle the flame in their hearts for love and desire.

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Websites: http://www.pleasureportalpress.com/ (erotica)
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Sunday Review: Rivers End by Nora Roberts

Title  Rivers End
Author Nora Roberts
Source Purchased from Amazon
Buy Link Amazon B & N

Blurb


Olivia’s parents were among Hollywood’s golden couples…until the night a monster came and took her mother away forever. A monster with the face of her father…

Sheltered from the truth, an older Olivia only dimly recalls her night of terror—but her recurring nightmares make her realize she must piece together the real story. Assisted by Noah Brady, the son of the police detective who found her cowering in her closet so many years before, she may have her chance. Noah wants to reconstruct the night that has become an infamous part of Hollywood history. He also wants to help Olivia and heal the longing in her lonely heart. But once the door to her past is opened, there’s no telling what’s waiting on the other side. For somewhere, not too far away, the monster walks again…

Review

There is a reason that Nora Roberts is one of my favorite authors. It is because I can pick up any book she writes and just lose myself on her pages. This book was no exception. It was very easy to fall into the mindset of the main characters and follow them throughout their journey. It was fascinating and captivating.

Around page 6 I made a prediction of who the murderer was. And since there are over 400 pages of the book it took a long time to find out if i was right. There were 15 pages left in the book and I was thinking 'OMG WTF we arent' even at who the actual killer is!!' I was running late for work because physically I could not get out of bed. I HAD to find out if I was right.

And on a side note, I was!

What a great story and I am so glad I was walking around the Half Priced Book Store and saw this sitting on the shelf. I had to buy it and I loved it!

 

Gluten Free Friday Homemade Recipe - #4 Peach Cobbler

Everyone thinks the hard part about the Gluten Free lifestyle is you don't get to have any sweets. Well, that is quite wrong! Not only are Snickers Gluten Free but so are any home made recipes you make with the Gluten Free and Organic products.

I have never attempted Peach Cobbler before but I do love how it tastes at restaurants. So my first batch I was very scared but, I am thankful it turned out quite yummy!

Here we go! (As always, all ingredients are Gluten Free and/or Organic)


1 Cups of Flour

1 Cup of Sugar
1 Cups of Milk
4 - 5 Sliced Peaches
1- Stick of Butter

In the baking pan melt the stick of butter.

In a pan of water boil the peaches until softened then remove and drain.

In a separate bowl combine all of the other ingredients together and then once the butter is melted pour into the baking dish.

Cook in the oven at 350 degrees for 50 minutes.Can serve with gluten free ice cream if desired
 

This was absolutely perfectly delicious. I give this a 4.5 outta 5 star.


Enjoy and Happy Eating!

Fire & Ice Book Tours Presents: Spotlight & Giveaway: Twinkle by SK Parkinson

Blurb:

The richest man in the world wants to celebrate the July 4th holiday as never before. In a bid to get into the record books, a global fireworks show is staged from orbit. Satellites drop pyrotechnics into the atmosphere, thrilling everyone from the Arctic to the Antarctic with their rich colors and massive explosions in every time zone.

The next day, people around the globe begin to lose their sight. Governments crumble, society degenerates, and infrastructure falls into chaos. Humanity finds itself stumbling in the dark and losing all hope.

A few fortunate individuals retain their vision. Attempting to deal with the growing despair around them, they come together to discover the true purpose and origin of the affliction. They race to find a cure before the world is subjugated under an invading power.

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Excerpt:

Keith Hurst’s secure telephone rang, waking him from a sound sleep. He opened his eyes and looked at the LED clock on his nightstand. It said 3:12. As national security advisor to the president of the United States, middle-of-the-night calls were common. His staff did their best to filter out the less important matters until his morning brief, but there were times when an emergency forced sleep into second place.

Hurst grabbed the handset by the second ring. He had to wait for the encryption to handshake before he could say, “Hurst.”

“Good morning, sir. This is the night watch officer. We have several NSA intercepts from the following countries: India, Pakistan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Tajikistan, Kazakhstan, and Russia all placing their militaries on high alert. We’ve had sporadic reports of multiple air, car, and rail accidents, resulting in thousands of deaths. Many radio and television stations have gone off the air in those countries.”

Hurst snapped on his bedside light and sat up. “Accidents? Do we know the cause?”

“No, sir. The strange thing is, NSA claims many of the foreign military units that were signaled never acknowledged the alert. There also appears to be a major communication disruption with U.S. CENTCOM units in Afghanistan and our embassies in the aforementioned countries.”

“Are the comms being hacked, or is there some sort of natural phenomenon like sunspot interference?” Concerned about the call, Hurst looked at the empty space beside him. His wife had left him several years before, directly because of the election campaign and the late-night calls.

“No, sir. Not that we can see. The circuits are up, and the phones are ringing, but no one is answering.”

Hurst swung his legs out of bed. Has someone come up with a way to simultaneously disrupt communications with American bases, embassies, and headquarters, or is this some sort of terrorist attack? “Does NRO have anything on overhead imagery?”

“No, sir. No major troop movements in the CENTCOM area. In fact, NRO reports minimal movement overall.”

“I’ll be in the office in thirty-five minutes. I’ll want everyone in for an early brief for the president. Get the joint chiefs and SECDEF up to speed. Warn the Secret Service that we may be moving POTUS with short notice. If this is an attack, I want to stay ahead of it. See if we can get drone surveillance of any U.S. bases in Afghanistan ASAP. We need answers.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hurst hung up and hit the bedside crash button to summon his protection detail. This was no time for subtlety. He needed to be in the White House as soon as humanly possible.

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About The Author:

Mr. Parkinson was an Air Force avionics technician, a decorated veteran of the Persian Gulf War, and several United Nations peacekeeping missions. He has lived overseas in numerous countries and travels extensively. His novels have been praised for their realism and have sold in fourteen countries, winning multiple international awards.

“I don’t incorporate overt sex, profanity, or extreme violence in any of my writing. I prefer the story to be the main focus and want my novels to be accessible by all.” -SJ Parkinson

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One Lucky Winner Will Win All 3 Books in The Legionnaire Series and Another Lucky Winner Will Win Two Science Fiction Books – Twinkle and Predation – By SJ Parkinson.

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TWCS Presents:Giveaway: Behind the Scandal by M.A. Stacie

The Writer's Coffee Shop Publishing House Presents...

Hot Summer Romance Blog Tour 

Featuring 

N.K. Smith, M.A. Stacie,

J.J. McAvoy and Lorenz Font!

And revisiting other great 

TWCS romantic titles and authors...

Release Date: July 31, 2014

Published by The Writers Coffee Shop

Summary

Sent to the family ranch to overcome his addiction, Taylor Reese is angry and hurt. Feeling rejected by his father and brother, Taylor throws himself into ranch life to help him forget. He struggles with his addiction, though he refuses help. But it isn’t long before it hits him hard how much his life has spiraled out of control. He begins to question every aspect of his life, and the confusion leaves him floundering and looking for something, or someone, to cling to. Libby Karlin is cautious, wary of Taylor’s presence. His brutal honesty and lack of respect claw at her composure. Her dark past makes her reluctant to let anyone near her family, but when Taylor strikes up a friendship with her son, Libby finds herself drawn to the sadness within him. His experiences are no secret to her. She sees where his world turned upside down and offers him a helping hand. But her own secrets stay buried, locked away until a knock on her door has her gasping for breath. Libby’s fear paralyzes her as she comes face to face with her demons and, determined to stay strong, she battles for a way out. Could dealing with their pasts really give them a future?

About the Author

M. A. Stacie is never without a book or her eReader. A voracious reader, with a love of sexy, yet angst ridden novels, she adores getting lost in new worlds. Her need to write did not grip her until after her second son was born, when her previous rambles became fully fledged stories. She describes herself as one huge contradiction, and though not the most conventional of hobbies, she counts getting new tattoos as one of hers. Running keeps her sane, along with knitting and listening to loud music.

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT!! 

Taylor tore his T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the ground. It wasn’t very warm out, but the cotton was wet with sweat and had been clinging to his torso, chilling him more than the breeze. He stalked back toward the lump hammer and pile of wood, keeping his complaints low and muttering to himself.
“You’ve got an hour before you’re a human fence.” Josh turned away with a small smile playing across his lips. “And as amusing as that would be, I don’t fancy the hospital bill when Candy tramples all over your ass.”
Taylor frowned, speaking to his retreating uncle. “Is Candy another one of your friends, then? Like Libby?”
Josh lifted his hand, batting away the comment. “It’s a horse, dumbass. And that horse will leave hoof-shaped bruises all over you if you don’t get to work.”
Taylor’s blood boiled. He could do something as simple as fix a hole in the stupid fence. It didn’t take a genius to work it out.
Spitting mad and driven by aggression, Taylor lined up another post and whacked it into the ground with a loud roar. He raised the lump hammer again and brought it down heavy on top of the wood. His muscles protested, but he refused to give in, thumping the hammer onto the post again and again until it was firmly embedded in the dirt.
After lining up the next one, he ignored his deep gasps for breath and pounded the post into the ground far faster than the last. His groans of exertion echoed around the mountains surrounding the ranch, each rise of the hammer eliciting another deep grunt. He told himself he could do this. It was a menial task. He’d prove he was better than them all, and that he wasn’t ruled by the drug he’d used. They were wrong about him, and he’d make each and every one of them eat crow.
A light cough behind him made him spin around, his hammer stalling high in the air. His chest heaved as he fought for breath, and when his arms shook, he lowered the hammer carefully to the ground. He squinted at the approaching redhead.
“I brought water.”
Taylor waited, watching the way Libby’s green gaze drifted over his naked torso. Her cheeks were tinged a rose pink, and the water rippled in the glass, but she didn’t look away.
“Why didn’t Josh bring it out himself?”
Her brows snapped together, little lines appearing between them. “Josh didn’t send it. I saw you from the kitchen window. You looked hot.”
“Really? Good to know I do it for you.” he said, amused by the way she cringed. He waited for her to apologize or rush away, but Libby stood her ground. She looked him up and down, still holding out the water for him.
“Are you going to take this?”
He shrugged, dropping the hammer to the ground. Libby kept her eyes on him, and he took a step forward, licking his lips. “Why don’t you bring it to me?”
“Because I’m not your maid,” she said, her eyes flaring. “I came with a peace offering, hoping you’d apologize for the way you spoke to Levi. I don’t actually like you.”
Taylor took another step closer. “You don’t have to like me to appreciate the view.”
The glass hit the ground hard. Libby snarled, turned, and stalked back toward the house. He could hear her mutterings, no doubt calling him every rude name she could think of. It made him laugh, and the urge to annoy her further had him shouting at her retreating back.
“Drink me in, Blue. Lap up every damn inch of me and enjoy it while you can.”

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HEA Blog Tours Presents: Iron Sinners by HJ Bellus

IRON SINNERS

Author: H.J. Bellus

Series: Sinners Never Die, Book 1

 ~ SYNOPSIS ~

Griff, aka Grizz, the ideal Iron Sinner, rides hard and dedicates his all to the club. 

A job needs done…he does it. 

Men idolize him. 

Women love him. 

Never shy and always up for a good time, Grizz finds himself jumping from mattress to mattress and digging grave after grave. You want to take a bullet? Cross the club. 

One night, rival MC, Devil’s Idol, do just that. Grizz and Animal are sent to straighten shit out while leaving no witnesses. What Grizz faces that night changes his life forever… 

Piper Jones is in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The ruthless business woman, finds herself captive by the MC club. But she’s not one to go down without a fight. 

She slowly destroys Grizz, from his bad boy persona, to his ride or die motto. He should want nothing more than to do away with her with a single bullet. Instead, he finds himself giving his all just to be with her. 

Will Grizz be able to walk away from the one thing he swore he never wanted?

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~ EXCERPT ~

“Who the fuck do you think you are,” I yell as the large man throws me onto the bed.

“Your worst fucking nightmare, sweetie pie.”

“Just let me go, please.”

“Not happening,” he says as he sits on the bed and begins to untie his boots.

“I didn’t see anything. I don’t know names or places. Let me go. I have a very important meeting in the morning,” I beg.

“Not happening,” he replies again.

“Let. Me. Fucking. Go,” I roar, as I sling the Bible from the nightstand and nail him in the back of the head.

“Listen here, bitch, you’re now property of the Iron Sinners motorcycle club. You ain’t fucking going nowhere without one of us. Got it? You witnessed a fucking crime that could put a fellow brother away for life. You’ve been spotted with us by a rival club. You are now marked as a motherfucking Sinner. You leave our side and the Idols will put a really shiny bullet straight through your skull. You’re a walking, talking dead bitch just waiting to get popped. So shut the fuck up.”

Did I just really hear him he say property of the sinners? Bullet in my head?

“So, you’re telling me I have a ticking death threat that could expire at any given moment?”

The man stands, faces me, baring all of his ink and replies, “And I forgot to add shut the fuck up.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

He comes closer in an intimidating stance and bends down so we are face to face. “Does any of this read as if I were kidding you, bitch?”

His minty breath reverberates off my skin and envelops all of my senses. He was the bad guy and I, the victim, but god damn he’s gorgeous.

“Let me fucking go. I don’t care about any of that shit.”

I lunge forward off the bed, catapulting myself into his chest and begin my fight to escape. My surprise assault knocks him off balance and he falls back on the bed. I run for the door. Fuck! My bag. I take three steps back, grab my bag, and run.

Halfway out of the parking lot, I'm brought down by my hair.

“You dumb cunt. What part of my speech didn’t you get?” the man growls in my face.

He rips me up by the hair and drags me back to the room.

“I’m done playing nice. You want to run and piss me the fuck off, then you’re going to be treated like a fucking piece of trash.”

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H.J. Bellus

I am just a simple country girl getting one story out of my head at a time. I was raised in small town, USA and still reside there with my husband and children. I am a huge country music fan and am inspired by it everyday. I live and love country life, and you will find those elements in my books. I also adore strong and brave lead female characters, and strive to be a courageous and independent woman in everyday life. In my opinion, life is no fun without a good sense of humor, sprinkles, cheese whiz, and candy. It is the simple things that warm my heart. 

Live life your way, HJ Bellus 

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