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Month: February 2020

Sexy Snippet Saturday: Pride of Africa

Sexy Snippet Saturday - Pride of Africa

They didn’t talk but heat, tension, prickled between them, passing through their clenched hands.

Serena’s stomach was in her throat. She couldn’t have spoken even had she tried. Thoughts and emotions danced through her like sparkles of electricity. Something was going to happen between them, she knew it. The thought thrilled and terrified her.

She wanted him, as she’d never wanted anyone. And she thought he felt the same.

If she was wrong, if he left her at her hotel room door with merely a polite kiss, she’d be devastated.

Sexy snippet from Pride of Africa, Hotel Safari, Book 1

A Peek into My Life…Puppy Troubles

Puppy Troubles

This puppy is determined to cause himself digestive distress.

In October he stopped eating and drinking and had various digestive symptoms (I’ll spare you the details). The vet suspected an obstruction but the X-ray and ultrasound were inconclusive (this seems to be the story of my life, btw). A few days later, the culprit was found: he’d been chewing on the towel we left him as a bed in his crate and he’d swallowed a two-inch square piece. We took the towel away and instead bought him a comfy bed for daytime use, when we can keep an eye on him.

This month he again stopped eating and drinking and had various digestive symptoms, but not as severe as last time. The vet ruled out parasites and Addison’s disease (the disease that killed our last dog, Miss Phee). A few days of a bland diet and anti-inflammatory meds later, we again found the culprit. A big chunk from a rope toy. While healing from that obstruction, he ate a hole into the corner of the comfy bed and ate some stuffing. We knew he’d gotten at the stuffing, but didn’t know he’d swallowed any until we found the evidence outside.

So, the poor thing can’t be left alone on his comfy bed and can’t have anything warm, cozy, or soft overnight in his crate. We also have to restrict the types of toys he can have.

[Here he’s pictured on the comfy bed we have to keep taking away from him for repairs with one of his safe toys.]

Share something frustrating about your fur baby in the comments. Any puppy troubles (or kitty, bunny, bird, fish, etc. troubles)? Good thing we love them, am I right?

Author on Keto

Author on Keto Header

Following up on our discussion about migraines, I’ve decided to give the ketogenic diet (aka keto) a try. This isn’t the kind of thing where you just eat a ton of fat and don’t eat any vegetables. Many leafy and cruciferous veggies are low enough in carbs to be acceptable. And there are acceptable fats (butter, olive oil, coconut oil) and unacceptable fats (canola and veggie oils). I’ve done my research and learned why this diet works and especially why it can work for migraine warriors.

I started on February 1st, to make it easy to keep track of. I expect it to be hard and I’m keeping an open mind.

After only a couple of days of keto, I can say that it sure is hard, but not in the ways I expected. I thought it would be hard to ignore the potato chips in my cupboard that seem to call out to me regularly. I thought it would be hard to ignore my favorite cravings. But so far, that isn’t the case. What’s been hard is figuring out what to eat, especially for lunch. In theory, I know what to eat. But how does that work out on a daily basis when I’m actually trying to live my life? And trying not to disrupt my kids.

I usually eat plenty of protein, and I don’t believe fat is the enemy. But I love beans, lentils, and pasta. And I eat tortilla chips with just about everything. It’s always been about the crunch for me. I need lots of texture. And too many veggies – too much fiber – upsets my stomach.

The migraine version of the diet is a bit more restrictive, at least at first, which makes it even harder to figure out what to eat. So, sure I can eat eggs and avocados and sardines. I have no problem with any of that. But what do I eat them with, or on, if not crackers or chips?

I’m managing; it just takes a lot more thought than I’m used to. Yesterday, I ate eggs fried in butter for the first time in decades, with a dollop of plain yogurt to catch the runny yolk. Today, I made a salad of cabbage, celery, and mushrooms to go with the sardines (I’d thought ahead enough to buy sardines, but not to get real salad veggies). And I’ve collected plenty of keto recipes to try out this week – including a keto version of tortilla chips made from just cheese and cumin.

I’ll post an occasional update on my progress here. Have you tried keto? What’s been your experience?

Sexy Snippet Saturday: Falling for Kigali

Sexy Snippet Saturday: Falling for Kigali teaser

Enjoy this sexy snippet from Falling for Kigali, Book 1 of the upcoming Falling for Kigali series

“Want to dance?”

The smile jumped back to my face. A hot bod, smoldering eyes, and he could dance. I could definitely fall in lust with this man.

He took my hand and led me inside to an area of the living room where couples swayed to live guitar and congas. A group of musicians in Hawaiian shirts stood to one side, beating, strumming, and blowing their hearts out. “They’re with the Nigerian UNAMIR contingent,” Jack shout-whispered in my ear, setting mosquitoes buzzing in my stomach. Before I could comment, Jack swept me into his arms and compelled me to move with his hips and shoulders. We lost ourselves in the rhythm and in each other, but I couldn’t forget his body pressed against mine and his strong arms keeping me upright.

“Where did a Virginia boy learn to dance like this?”

His lips quirked up and heat shot from my belly straight down. “I don’t tango and tell.”

I laughed, throwing my head back, letting the light breeze flowing in the windows cool my sweaty neck.

“Time for another drink?” His mouth nuzzled the skin below my ear as he spoke, his breath further warming my body.

I was torn. Sweaty and exhilarated, I could use a drink, but I didn’t want to separate myself from Jack’s hard body.

He twirled me around in a sudden move and a laugh poured out of me. On the return, I curled in to his chest, my hands on the soft fabric of his shirt, a thumbnail tapping against one of the buttons down the front.

His breath furled across my hair, warming my head. How I wished the room around us was empty.

A new song started, something slow and sultry, drums pounding into my core. Jack’s arms tightened around me.

I looked up into his face. He was no longer smiling. “I guess a drink can wait.”

We swayed together, breathing together.

The song ended and we parted, reluctantly.

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