Crafty Thursdays featuring Sydney St. Claire

Today I’m welcoming Sydney St. Claire to Crafty Thursdays.

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The funny thing about us creative writers is many of us are creative outside writing. Knitting, crochet, sewing, quilting, painting etc. are usually part of our make-up. I love all sorts of crafts and have certainly done quite a few of them. Right now knitting, crochet, and sewing are my passions.

Someone asked me recently when I learned to knit. Well, I learned to knit when I was 8. My mother taught me. I still part of the set of greenish-blue double points I learned on. I’ve knitted on and off all my life. But until my more recent history, I didn’t finish very many items. The two baby outfits were the first items I’ve finished in years and I was able to present them to my first grandbaby this year.

Let’s see. I knitted a sweater for a boyfriend. He broke up with me right after. Lesson learned: Don’t make gives for boyfriends. All that work and poof. I made a sweater, a nice bright orange for my mother-in-law. She loved it. Started some things when my babies were born. Not sure if I finished any. Back then, I was so new. Just simple, straight knitting. IMG_3740

A few years ago, I owned a cross-stitch shop. When it went under, knitting was all the rage so I took up knitting as cross-stitch was just too painful a reminder, and my mind just couldn’t focus. Knitting met my creative need.

 

I’m the type of person who cannot just sit and watch TV or movies. I need to have my hands being busy. Knitting works very well as there is always something I can work on. That’s my next secret unveiled: I cannot just work on one item.

In fact, I think the creative part of me gets as much enjoyment out of starting projects as finishing them! I will not admit, no matter the inducement, how many knitting, and crochet projects I have going. It’s way too much.

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This year, my goal was to try to finish some of them but with writing and turning in three more Once Upon A Dom books, a short valentine story and a full length Historical, not to mention the work for hire writing I do, I don’t see me having quite as much time as I’d like. Evenings are spent doing marketing and websites, not cute dresses for my granddaughter or clothing for me. Above is a ripple/chevron top I’m trying to get back to and finish and the one top to the right is actually a crochet top I just finished this week. I do get things done <g>.

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I do believe we as writers have to find balance in the work and play aspects of our lives just to be healthy and keep our sanity. Of which, I might be headed toward the nut farm right now trying to get everything done for Beauty Submits To Her Beast.

What creative endeavors attract you and why? Do you knit, crochet, or scrapbook? Do you find it relaxes you? What are you working on right now?

Sydney’ s new book:

Title: Beauty Submits to Her Beast

Series Name: Once Upon A Dom

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Theme(s): Fairy Tales, Fairy Tales You Mother Never Read You

Genre: Romance

SubGenre(s): Erotica, BDSM

Rating: (R)

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Rancher Caitlin Olsen is in complete control of her life. After years of taking care of others, she’s on her own and loving every minute. She has her horses and her ranch. What more does she need? Yet deep inside, she yearns to give up all her responsibilities and simply experience life. When a friend suggests she try a bit of BDSM role-play, she does her research and accepts an invitation to Pleasure Manor for a fairy tale event.

 

Former Navy SEAL and Dominant, Damon Steele is a loner. His failure to keep his team alive destroyed too many hopes and dreams. He won’t be responsible for anyone else’s life or happiness ever again. There’s no room in his life—or his heart—for romance. Instead, he satisfies his needs at BDSM clubs and never with the same sub. Taking part in the fairy tale event at Pleasure Manor is difficult enough, but when Beauty challenges him both in the bedroom and out, he’s not sure he can control his inner beast.

Excerpt:

Caitlin woke during the night in the heavenly bed beneath the open skylight. She’d fallen asleep with her very own prince, in her very own miniature castle. Overhead, the wind rustled through the trees, and the lonely call of their owl drifted into the tree house. Stars winked above. She snuggled deeper. The bed with its feather comforter and mattress top along with the Egyptian cotton sheets was like sleeping inside a cloud.

She turned and stretched out her arms, needing to feel Damon and to prove she wasn’t dreaming. His side of the bed was empty.

Sitting, she frowned. A low sound from the other room caught her attention. “Damon?”

The moan came again. Caitie grabbed the robe she’d used after her shower and left bed. She found him thrashing on the couch. A slanting beam of moonlight revealed a face twisted with pain.

He called out, flung out his arm. Caitie quickly realized he was trapped in the throes of a nightmare. Unsure what to do, she went to him. She knew from the many vets on her ranch not to touch him in case he thought she was an enemy and tried to attack in defense of whatever stalked his mind.

She turned on the lights. He’d removed his leather pants and slept in his own skin. A quilt was twisted beneath him, half on the floor. She couldn’t stop herself from staring. Even asleep, the man had the most impressive body she’d ever seen.

She frowned when she spotted a long, deep, ragged scar furrowed his upper thigh from just shy of groin to his knee. The muscles were taut, and spasms rippled beneath the puckered skin. Good lord. No wonder he limped. She sucked in her breath and sat on the edge of the couch. She knew enough to know he was both lucky to be alive and to have his leg.

“Damon. I’m here. Can you hear me?” As though she were gentling a frightened horse, she spoke soft and low, calling his name. At the same time, she slid her palm up his thigh, her touch faint and gentle, applying more pressure so she didn’t startle him. When she was able to touch him fully, she began massaging his thigh with her thumbs, using long, smooth strokes.

Trapped in his nightmare, Damon lashed out. He heard shouting, screaming, and shrieking. He tried to stand. Couldn’t. Hurt—bad. His men. They needed help. Ambushed. Fuck.

“Can’t get them. Can’t save them.” The pain in his thigh took his breath away. Had he lost his leg? The pain. Breathing was labored, and his heart pounded. He was weak, everything going gray, as though his life was draining from his body.

“It’s all right, Damon. You’re dreaming.”

The gentle voice of an angel threaded through his nightmare, soothing, calming. Heaven? He tried to open his eyes, but the light was too bright. “Not—dream. My men. Killed them.”

“Wake now. You’re safe. You’re with me.”

Safe. The soft, low voice promised he was safe.

“No!” He didn’t deserve to be safe. Or soothed. His men were dead. He was not. Families destroyed. His fault. Pain had him gasping. Pain he deserved.

Except the pain was fading, replaced by warmth seeping into him. He relaxed as hands unknotted muscles and warmed him, as his angel talked and tore him from the grips of hell. He opened his eyes and blinked. An angel in white sat beside him. Not an angel. Caitlin.

Author Bio:  susanpic

Sydney St. Claire is the pseudonym of Susan Edwards, author of 14 Historical Native American/Western/Paranormal romances and the author of the popular “White” Series.

Sydney loves writing and sharing stories of love, happiness and dreams come true with her readers. She credits her mother for her writing success. Encouraged to read as a child, she always preferred happy endings which meant romances were her favorite genre. Sydney takes her readers into the world of erotica romance where her characters come together in explosive passion as they solve life’s problems and find true love along with the best sex our hero and heroine have ever experienced.

Sydney’s office is quite crowded with three dogs at her feet and five cats to keep her company while she writes. Three cats always insist on beds on her desk, barely leaving enough room for her monitor and keyboard. Life gets fun when all five insist on supervising…

When not writing, she enjoys crafts of all sorts including quilting, sewing, cross-stitch and knitting. She and her husband of 30 + years are avid gardeners. He takes care of the veggies, and Susan is in charge of the ‘pretties’. Her medicine wheel garden is in a contact state of war: flowers vs. weeds. Sadly, right now the weeds are wining…

While writing, she listens to a wide variety of music. Her current favorites are Blackmore’s Night and David Lanz.

Contact Links

Email:              Sydney@sydneystclaire.com

Website:          http://sydneystclaire.com

http://susanedwards.com

Twitter:           https://twitter.com/Sydneystclaire

Facebook:        https://www.facebook.com/sydneystclaire

Blog:               http://sydneystclaire.wordpress.com

Goodreads:     https://www.goodreads.com/sydneystclaire

Pinterest:         http://www.pinterest.com/sydneystclaire/

 

Buy Links

Wild Rose       KINDLE           Nook         KOBO             IBOOKS

Nook (Available the 26th )

CELEBRATING THE RELEASE OF BEAUTY WITH A NEW CONTEST

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Tote Bag — Fairytales Your Mother Never Read You

Nice large roomy bag

Also included: 4 GB Flash Drive, Large clip, Notepad & Pen, Mug

And assorted other goodies

Link to contest:  http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/09f02d868

 

 

Favorite Food Thursday – Jake Keenan’s Rib Fetish by Desiree Holt

Those of you who know me know I love ribs, so today Desiree Holt is sharing her character, Jake Keenan’s, Rib Fetish.

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Jake Keenan, hero of Lassoed By a Dom, will do anything for ribs. Oh, wait. You thought because I said fetish and He’s a Dom he was going to…Holy cow! No, he just thinks they are the best food in the entire world. Jake has had ribs in nearly every state in the West but he’ll tell anyone who listens that Texas has far and away the very best ribs in the world. He loves that lip smacking goodness, the tang of the barbecue, the smoky flavor that clings to them.

“There’s nothing like them,” he always says.

He needs a heart meal at the end of his day. Jake is the head honcho for the bull breeding area of Reece Halliday’s ranch (you met Reece in Crack the Whip). He works hard as you can imagine and needs food that sticks to his, um, ribs! (Sorry, couldn’t resist!) And at well over six feet of pure muscle, you can imagine he can pack away a lot of Texas ribs.

Just like he believes the secret to making love, or playing with a sub is starting early and taking your time, he says the same things about ribs. Whether you use a grill or a smoker, he says to start at a low heat and make it last for a long time. Oh, wait! Is he talking about ribs here?

Take Jake’s advice and get yourself some barbecue ribs. And think of them while you’re eating them!

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Authentic Texas Ribs

Ingredients

2 American Pork Spare Rib Racks (approximately 3 1/3 lbs)

BBQ Sauce:
1 cup tomato sauce/ketchup
1 cup tinned crushed tomatoes, pureed
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 tsp Worcestershire sauce
1/2 tsp Tabasco sauce
1 lemon, zest and juice
2 oz cider vinegar
1 hot chili pepper, seeds removed and chopped finely
1/4 cup grated onion

Spice Rub:
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup paprika
1 tbls ground black pepper
1 1/2 tbls sea salt
1 tsp cayenne pepper, (add less if you want less heat)
2 tbls grated onion or 1 tbls onion powder
1/d tsp chili flakes

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Welcome to Rawhide, the exclusive BDSM cub north of San Antonio, Texas, where the ranchers and their friends come to play in carefully guarded anonymity. Ruled by a Dungeon Master extraordinaire, its well-vetted membership enjoys delights to please even the most experienced Dom and sub. Come on in. The evening is just about to start.

Blurb:

Just for an instant their gazes connected, then he was gone. Barrel racer Trish Barton wanted to find that mysterious man in black who in brief seconds pushed all her buttons. A born submissive, she saw herself on her knees before him, bound by the lasso he’d held in his hand.

Jake Keenan had never forgotten that one brief glimpse of he woman who set him on fire, a woman he’d give anything to Master. How could she have taken root in his dreams after that one brief glimpse?

Then Fate threw them together and gave them the opportunity to fully explore the Dom/sub relationship they craved. But Trish wasn’t yet ready to give up the rodeo circuit, much to Jake’s dismay. And then an emergency turned their lives upside down and showed both of them what’s really important.

Excerpt:

Like a paintbrush sweeping across her field of vision the image of a man blew into her mind. She’d only seen him once, at the rodeo in Oklahoma. She couldn’t seem to make herself look away. And seeing was probably the appropriate word because all she’d gotten was the one look at him. She was brushing Misty after the show and he’d walked into the barn. Something had made her turn at that exact moment and their eyes met. For a breathless second she thought he intended to speak to her. Then a group of friends swept into the barn, crowding her. He backed away and when she could look again he was gone. But the incredible impact of that one quick visual contact had never left her, the image of him etched in her mind.

The most idiotic part of it was this man, who had spent less than a minute in her life, had become the object of some very erotic dreams. No matter how much she tried to wipe away the memory, the nights when she was really tired as soon as she closed her eyes there he was, in his naked glory, the Master of her imagination. Sometimes when she awoke she was sure she could still feel the chafing in her wrists from handcuffs, the pressure of knots from the rope he’d tied her with or a soreness on the cheeks of her ass from his punishment. How crazy was that? Smiling to herself now she wondered if she could run an ad in the paper. Wanted: man in plaid shirt and blue jeans who almost got to talk to me.

Dumb, Trish. Really dumb.

Getting to this point in her rodeo career hadn’t been easy. Ever since her first contest in high school she had worked hard and sacrificed a lot. But she’d had a single-minded purpose and the support of her family. Now she nearly had it all. She was favored to win the title at the Nationals for the third time in a row, validating all she’d accomplished, and her family would be there to cheer her on. So why was it she suddenly felt unsettled. Out of sync. As if there was a hole in her life she’d just stepped into.

Maybe it was the fact that the Doms she spent time with at the private clubs at each stop lately weren’t answering her needs. Up to this point that was all she’d wanted or needed. For the first time since she’d discovered her submissive nature and her needs, everything was suddenly a little off the mark. Or it might be the two weeks she’d just spent hanging out at her friend CeCe’s ranch, taking a break from the circuit. Sitting on the wide porch, drinking iced tea and looking back on things, she’d begun to wonder if there was more to life than training and competing and taking her pleasure in small doses when she could.

She’d never worried about it before, never given a thought to having a man in her life for anything more than the here and now. But the reaching of her thirty-fifth birthday had made her stop and think. Take a good long look at who and what and where she was. Was a man what she was missing? She hoped not because fixing that wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded. For one thing, she’d seen too many women on the circuit meet a man, fall for him and then suddenly they were out of competition, giving up an exciting career. Why would they give up what they’d worked so hard for just because some man came along? Didn’t they have regrets? Even for a moment?

She wanted one that wouldn’t try to put a halter on her except when—

http://www.amazon.com/Lassoed-Dom-Rawhide-Book-7-ebook/dp/B00XQUGX2K/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1432472636&sr=1-1&keywords=Lassoed+BY+a+dom

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lassoed-by-a-dom-desiree-holt/1121945236?ean=2940151271608

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/lassoed-by-a-dom

Desiree thanks for sharing this recipe and your new release, Lassoed by a Dom.

 

 

 

Tough Enough to Tango by Barbara Barrett

Had to share this wonderful review.

Romance Novels for the Beach

A slightly cheesy title and cover photo considering there is no dancing present in this contemporary romance, but I don’t care. I love it anyway.

What’s it About? 

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When her father’s heart problems temporarily put him on the sidelines, Shae Harriman steps in to run his general contracting company and oversee the largest residential building project the company has ever tackled, Sullivan’s Creek. Though she has the education, she has no management or supervisory experience, which immediately alienates her crews. Megastar entertainer Ned Collier undertook Sullivan’s Creek to get his mother into safer housing while he is on the road, but now he’s running out of money, and his ego doesn’t want her, his best friend or anyone else to know. To Shae’s consternation, he insists on serving as his own project manager so he can control costs. Their inexperience pitted against her desire to succeed, his autonomous penny-pinching maneuvers, and high…

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Favorite Food Thurdsay – 24 Hour Coleslaw

Spring has finally showed up and I love to barbeque. Here is a recipe that I got from my sister that I love. it’s easy and everyone gobbles it up. Hope you enjoy.

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The summer is upon us and this is one of my favorite recipes when we barbeque. I got it from my sister and I hope you enjoy it too.

1 – large cabbage, shredded

1 – large onion, chopped

1 – large green pepper, finely chopped

1 medium carrot, shredded

2 cups white vinegar

1 cup canola oil

3 cups granulated sugar

4 tsp salt

4 tsp celery seed

1 tsp dry mustard power

½ tsp black pepper

Put cabbage, onion, green pepper and carrot into a large bowl. Measure remaining ingredients into a large saucepan. Bring to a boil, stirring frequently. Pour hot mixture over cabbage mixture. Stir to mix and press down until vegetables are wilted and are covered with brine. Cool. Store in covered container in refrigerator. Let stand 1 or 2 days before eating.