Several people have expressed an interest in my recipe for Buckeyes. These yummy treats are a long-held tradition for my family, as well as a regional favorite in Indiana and Ohio. And the best part? They're soooooooo easy to make and incredibly delicious! Enjoy!
3 cups Rice Crispies
1 stick butter (or margerine)
2 cups smooth peanut butter
1 lb. box powdered sugar
Mix all of the above ingredients well and form into 1 inch diameter balls.
12 oz bag of chocolate chips, milk or semi-sweet, your preference.
Melt the chips about a half cup at a time in a bowl in the microwave. Stir to smooth and dip just one side of the candy balls in the melted chocolate, so it looks like an acorn. Arrange the dipped candy on waxed paper to let the chocolate harden. Repeat, adding more chocolate chips and reheating as needed, until all candy has been dipped.
These can be safely frozen until Christmas if you'd like. Or just eat them straight off the waxed paper. I promise they won't last long!
Enjoy! I hope everyone has a very merry Christmas season!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Nocked Asunder Available Now!
Book two of my Gods of Love series is available through Ellora's Cave now!
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In her line of work Athena Googlios is accustomed to hot, sexy men. But Damian Leandar puts hot on a whole new level. His touch, even his gaze makes her body clench and warm with lust. Athena’s mind tells her she needs to treat him like any other client. But her body has its own agenda. And when Athena finds herself facing off with a pair of truly ugly mythical creatures, Damian may be the only one who can save her from a fate worse than death. Unfortunately, Damian has some pretty big secrets. And despite the feelings they can no longer ignore, something bigger than love may yet come between them. In the end, it might take losing everything they have, to make them realize how much they had to lose.
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He took a step closer, leaned down until his lips were a hair’s breadth from mine, and said, “I find myself somehow…drawn…to you.”
I jerked my gaze back toward the fire, fighting with everything I had not to give in to an urge to pull him into my arms and consume him with my lips and body. But I knew that wasn’t right. It couldn’t be right. I barely knew the man.
He didn’t move away. His breath against my face was a warm, sweet promise. I stopped breathing, trapped within my body’s raging need like a deer in oncoming headlights. I closed my eyes and prayed my stillness would help me resist. But it didn’t help. My body nearly vibrated with need.
He touched my cheek with his lips, “Athena.”
I whimpered slightly and turned, closing the distance between us, my lips melting hungrily over his.
As soon as our lips touched it was as if a spark had ignited and something exploded through me. The flash fire was more than heat, it was light and sound and incredible sensation.
His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me indecently tight against his body. His teeth drew my bottom lip in, nibbling softly before his tongue swept over the tingling aftermath and slid into my mouth to tangle with mine.
I slipped my hands under his t-shirt and up his smooth back. His skin warmed and tightened under my hands and the scent of him wafted over me, infusing itself into my senses like a drug.
The kiss deepened and held, pulling us both inexorably into our own place, our private niche, apart from the real world playing itself out on those streets around us.
An untouchable, incredible place.
I thought I’d stopped breathing. But discovered I was sharing his breath.
Between my thighs, a clenching wetness told me I wanted the man in my arms more than I’d wanted anyone in a long, long, very long time.
A warm, salty tear slid between our lips and Damian pulled away. “You’re crying.” He looked so alarmed I laughed.
“It’s okay. I’m okay.”
He stared at me for a beat longer and then lowered his head again.
I closed my eyes in anticipation of another kiss. Instead I felt his hot tongue, sliding across my cheek where the tears had been.
His hands fell away. The air around me grew cool again.
I gasped and opened my eyes.
He was gone. Leaving only a thought in my mind, which I was pretty sure had to be a figment of my imagination.
Take Care, Athena.
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BUY the book!
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Sam
Magic, Adventure, Love on the Run
www.samcheever.com
"Ms. Cheever writes with class, humor and lots of fun
while weaving an excellent story." The Romance Studio
Friday, September 4, 2009
Book signing News
I'll be the Crossgates Albany Borders (Albany, NY) on September 12th, from 1 to 3 for a Book Signing. I'll be signing my fun romantic suspense, Dancing With Tad. I hope some of you can join me!
Monday, August 17, 2009
The Steamy Love & Laughter Sirens Blog Tour
The Steamy Love & Laughter Sirens Blog Tour is at my place today! I'm here with talented authors, Lizzie T. Leaf, Sloane Taylor, and Lucynda Storey. To celebrate the event, I put together a fun list of questions for visitors to comment on. The lucky winnner of a fun bag of goodies will be chosen from the list of question respondents and have a chance at the incredible grand prize bag!
All you need to do to play is comment on this post with your selections from the one word responses below!
A. What is your favorite color?
B. If you could come back in your next life as an animal, what would it be?
C. Do you believe in space aliens?
D. Are you a thong or grannie panties?
E. Do you prefer fruit or chocolate? (yeah right!)
F. Are you a mini van or a Mazurati?
G. Would you pick Evanovich or Tolstoy?
H. Are you Brandy or Ripple?
I. Do you feel safer in blizzards or hurricanes?
J. What is your worst fear?
Thanks for joining us on the tour!
I've provided the Blog Tour authors' responses to these questions below, along with bios, blurbs, and excerpts from some of our fun and sexy books for you to check out. Enjoy!
Sloane Taylor
Here are Sloane's responses to the questions:
A. What is your favorite color? Green in every shade is beautiful to me because it makes me think of spring, my favorite season.
B. If you could come back in your next life as an animal, what would it be? A dog as long as I’m the pet to someone in my family. They’re all crazy about dogs and spoil them rotten.
C. Do you believe in space aliens? Yes, I also believe in reincarnation and bad juju.
D. Are you a thong or grannie panties? I write erotica. I have to go with thongs or my readers would be disappointed. Grin.
E. Do you prefer fruit or chocolate? (yeah right!) You have got to be joking! Chocolate all the way, baby.
F. Are you a mini van or a Mazerati? A navy Mazerati with cream interior would be cool. As long as we’re dreaming here, you could make it a convertible?
G. Would you pick Evanovich or Tolstoy? I’m part Russian so it’s got to be Tolstoy and sometimes heavy reading is good.
J. What is your worst fear? Two actually share that spot, water and height. Just seeing a diving board hung over a pool sends me into sweats.
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BIO:
I’m a sensual woman who believes humor and sex are healthy aspects of our everyday lives which carry over into my books.
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Life isn't easy for aspiring interior designer Lacey Blake when she finds herself stranded in Prague dressed like a dolled up hooker for her fetish minded, soon to be ex, boyfriend. The cash-strapped American traveler, boasting a feather boa and stilettos that would make a dominatrix cry, is saved by an intriguing offer proposed by a staid giant in a sleek Armani suit. It doesn’t take long to convince herself there’s nothing like a sex-fest to get the most out of a free vacation.
Dragan Petrovic is determined his 5-star hotel will retain its unblemished reputation and no prostitute will kickoff her career in his lobby. But one look into her eyes and he knows there is more to her than a micro mini and a push up bra. The urge to protect her drives him to madness when he suggests an unusual scheme that stirs up deep desires and alters their lives forever.
Lacey is hot and ready for action when she accepts Dragon’s offer, and to relieve the sexual tension between them, takes the matter in hand…
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“Mr. Petrovič, the lady”— there was that damned sniff again. Maybe he ought to invest in a menthol inhaler —“has a reservation, but the gentleman paying for that room is unable to partake of their week as seems to have been pre-arranged.”
“The lady has a name. It’s Blake, Lacey Blake.” Lord, she sounded like something out of Ian Fleming, but she’d had enough of the little smartass and his attitude. She was a professional and not the kind that rectum-face imagined. She turned to the god with longer-than-vogue, blue-black hair. A smile tugged his full lips before his hand covered his fake cough.
“Thank you, sir, but I’ll just be on my merry way to the local homeless shelter.” She lived by her motto Keep the humor in life, and right now she needed comedy more than ever.
Again, Hunkarama quietly spoke to the desk fool, but this time his craggy face could have melted the sun. The hotel knows how to hire their staff, she thought, as she drooled over his wider-than-Canada shoulders. The clerk’s face blazed as he laid a plastic keycard on the counter.
“This is all you have?” Every woman’s fantasy cocked a thick eyebrow and nodded to her poor excuse for luggage.
A delicious shiver ran through her. His voice did things to her body no other man’s ever had. She squeezed her thighs together, a weak attempt to control the throbbing low in her abdomen as his accented words caressed her.
“For now.” Her voice sounded breathless. She hoped he would blame it on the time change and her long flight. “The airline lost my other bag.”
With one hand, the giant scooped up her crushed suitcase. “Follow me.”
To the end of the earth or at least the nearest bedroom.
BUY LINK http://amberquill.com/AmberHeat/CzechMate.html
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