Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Staying Positive

As the old saying goes, if life hands you lemons, make lemonade.

That's what my parents taught me, and I have tried to live by that analogy. Sure I have days that I want to crawl back in bed and put the covers over my head, but then I tell myself to get past it, try and look for the positive in life. After years working with the public and learning to smile and to leave my problems at home, you lean toward the people you meet that always smile and laugh. That's probably why I booked comedians more so when I was an agent and why one of my closest friends is a professional comedienne. I love their energy and their attitude toward everything and everyone around them. They see the humor in all things and put it into a fresh prospective, well that makes you see the truth, not all is lost.

Recently, I have been musing over the whole publishing ordeal, to publish with a publishing house, or to strike out and self publish...that has been the question, but when looking at the big picture I realized that my story is good, not just good, it's great! I believe in it and believe that a publisher out there will agree and take a chance on my book. I dream of seeing my books one day on the shelf at Barnes and Noble. I dream of holding it in my hands and staring at the cover and everything else on it, until I have memorized every nook and cranny. I do feel this in my soul. I do believe.

Of course, there are obstacles in my life, we all have those, but if we can look past them and see the bigger picture, to affirm the dream and imagine it, then we can focus on the positive, instead of dragging our feet and feeling sorry for ourselves. I do love my life. I love my husband, and my family, and I do love my job. I love living in Golden Colorado, and I love hiking with my dog by my side. Sure, I have money problems and here lately I worry about having enough to take care of everything, but I have decided to deal with that issue one day at a time. There is only so much a person can do, and I have bigger fish to fry.

Always look at the good in your life. Look to the people that love you and you love back. Who is there for you in the tough as well as the good times. I know it seems as though that's easier said than done, but you are in control of your own destiny. You can change anything in you life that needs changing. Get up and dust yourself off and start at the beginning of the problem. Eventually you will see your life evolve into something better, no something fantastic and worth living for.

So, my blog friends out there, I would love to hear what you have done to change your attitude and thus change your life for the better. What dreams do you have and what are you doing to reach them? I appreciate all of you and hope that you take the time to leave a comment and affirm your positive thinking!

Love, Lisa

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy Valentines Day

Can you feel the love? It's the hugs and kisses day...and don't forget the chocolate, nothing says love like chocolate! I hope all of my blog friends are having a wonderful Valentines day, and that your partner shows you their heart! My husband is a very romantic man and I look forward to his charm and warmth on this day. Actually, most days he is very attentive.

Of course, if you don't have a person in your life to share Valentines day with, I say, go out and buy yourself a box of chocolate and sit down in front of your favorite movie or TV show and enjoy! I know you have to love yourself too!

Well, I thought for today I would put up a little excerpt from my book about what my heroine is going through with her new found man. I hope you enjoy it and as always, please leave a comment, or even a critique if needed, which I am sure my writing does!

I will be having on more guests in the next few weeks too, along with prizes for comments, so don't forget to check back and read about some of my author friends and their books. I also did finally hear from Logan Hawkes and he will be a guest on here soon. I will keep you posted! His will be a really fun blog, since it's about aliens, fun for me at least, and I hope fun for you too!

On to my teaser! Have a great Valentines everyone! XOXO

“Alyssa, I’m telling you that I’m falling for this guy. I’ve never felt like this before…” Stevie slouched on the couch, head on the arm rest, cell up to her ear.
            “I think you should take it slow, Stevie. You don’t know anything about this man. All you know is he’s wicked hot.”
            “I know, I know, but still, I can’t help it, I’m doing the Wicked Witch of the West thing….I’m melting here…”
            “Geez, Stevie, chill…give it time.”
Stevie moved the phone in front of her face and rolled her eyes. Give it time…right.
“Besides, I gotta go, I have to work tonight.”
Whether Alyssa really did have to leave or was just trying to get off the phone, Stevie wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. Stevie hung up, sat up, and returned to surfing sites on the laptop. Her eyes flickered with the movement across the screen, but her mind was focused on Colton.
She had tried to hug him earlier, only to have him pull away. Did I totally misread him? I thought for sure he was going to kiss me. After re-reading the same sentence three times, she knew staying on the computer was futile. Damn it Stevie, if it’s meant to be with Colton, it will happen. Stevie moved from the couch to the kitchen and grabbed a soda. The pop and fizz echoed in the empty house. Her stomach added to the odd orchestra with a gurgle. When’s the last time I ate?
Too anxious to fix anything, and feeling more than a little rejected by her protector, Stevie called out to Tonka, meeting the lab at the back door. Sliding the glass open, Tonka darted past her into the yard while Stevie watched to see if she was heading for the tree—Colton’s tree as she had come to think of it. But no; instead Tonka began her standard sniffing patrol around the edge of the yard.
Stevie stared into the trees as if simply willing it would make Colten appear. She knew she would see him in the morning, but that seemed like years rather than hours away. Why she had already felt tied to him defied logical reason. She didn’t even know him, but could not deny the feeling that they were somehow destined to be together.

I hope you enjoyed it and don't forget to comment, I love hearing from you!

Love, Lisa

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

A New Winner and A New Recipe

It has been a while since I put a recipe up, but there has been a lot going on and sometimes you have to post them! Between the work on my book finally getting better and the holidays, and of course my first guest, Lizzie, the recipes got pushed back.

I am still waiting to hear from my next guest, but he might be busy with filming. There is a new Ancient Aliens coming out, so I have to be patient. But for now, I do have other fantastic author friends whom I would love to have a guest on here and I am sure you will love their posts too. Also we will have prizes for comments on those days and I am working on a new contest for next month! As for the winner of the comment on Lizzie's post it was Robin Calkins. Robin, I was told that Lizzie informed you and congratulations!

In the mean time, we have a new recipe, and actually this is my husband's grandmother's recipe for beef stew. It is absolutely wonderful and rich and those of you who try it out will love it!

Beef Stew, Hillbilly Style

3 to 4 lb london broil-cut into 1 inch cubes

2 bags frozen corn

2 cans of whole green beans

1 medium to large onion, peeled and diced

1 bag of frozen peas

2 lb bag of carrots, peeled and diced

6-8 medium to large potatoes, peeled and cubed

1/4 cup of canola oil

1 can of Tomato Sauce

1 cup of Wondra

1 tbls pepper

2 tbls of salt

5 beef bullion cubes

1 vegetable bullion cube

In large soup pot, braze the beef in oil on medium heat. Once beef is browned, add 2 cups of hot water and begin to add wondra, a 1/4 cup with each 2 cups of water, bring to boil until smooth and thick. Add another 2 cups of hot water and continue to add the wondra, 1/4 cup at a time, with the 2 cups of water, until wondra is in the pot. You should have a 1/2 gallon of water in the pot.

Begin adding, onion, carrots, and potatoes and all bullion. The add the green beans, including the water in the can. Cook on medium heat for 3 hours, stirring every 15 to 20 minutes. Add all remaining vegetables and tomato sauce, salt and pepper and simmer for an hour to an hour and a half.

Bake up some corn bread to go with it and enjoy!

Thanks for all you do and try out this recipe, but don't forget the awesome cornbread too!

Love, Lisa

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Guest Lizzie T Leaf

From the moment I met Lizzie T Leaf she has been a support for me. It began with meeting for coffee and a lot of encouragement from her, to finally taking the plunge to write and her on the side lines yelling "You can do it!" Her guidance, her knowledge, and her honesty led me to where I am today and I am so fortunate to have her in my corner! So without further a do, here's Lizzie, my first guest. Enjoy and don't forget to comment, there will be a drawing for a PDF of Beyond Magic, a wonderful book, and yes I have read it, in fact I have an autograph copy of it, so again, Here's Lizzie!

Last night was one of those nights, preceded by one of those days.  Woke up yesterday not feeling great yesterday for some reason.  Off my stride and unmotivated, which seemed to go along with a few aches and what-not.  Somewhere along the course of the day, I got it into my head to eat by way out of not feeling well.  That led to me consuming all the ice cream in the freezer (granted, there wasn’t a lot there), which then led to me going out to run the errand that I’d forgotten about because I didn’t feel good.

 Now there is logic here, so hang with me.  By getting out of the house to take care of an errand (yeah, right!), I went by a fast food place that I go past frequently and never stop.  But, yesterday it called to me…and I answered the call. 

From there, I convinced myself since hubby needed the ice cream to have an after dinenr treat (reality check here…why do you think I ran that errand).  And since the ice cream was on sale, maybe I should get my fav along with his.  Well, I’m sure you can imagine what came next. 

See, I cut back on sugar several months ago and my body didn’t appreciate the consumption of half a carton of ice cream.  Oh yeah, by the time my honey got home I wasn’t feeling too well and didn’t spend a lot of time visiting with him.  Hey, he doesn’t travel much these days and probably sees enough of me anyway.

As it turns out, I should have kept him company.  Went to sleep with not problem at all, then around 12:30 a.m. it began.  First I was hot, then I was cold and this required a lot of kicking off and pulling up covers through out the night, along with the beating and turning of pillows (notice please, hubby snored blissfully through all of this).  Add in six trips to the bathroom and of course the needed glass of water each time I got up (do you see another bathroom visit in my near future) created a long night. 

Making it even longer was my poor hyped-up brain from sugar overload wouldn’t shut down.  Then my Bitch Muse woke up and creativity kicked in with new story ideas, so I spent a lot of hours waiting for dawn.  When the alarm went off, I was actually happy.  If it had been a weekend night, I would have given it up after the first hour and dug out the laptop, but work days for the husband means a 4:15 a.m. rise and shine for us both.  Being a positive thinker, hope is always a toss or a turn away that sleep will win the battle and there have been nights it does.  But not last night.  So here I am, bleary-eyed and now hyped on caffeine, ready to tackle the day.

Do you have nights like that?  Nights where you know if you just lie there you mind will calm, your body will give up the fight and sleep will call you, but instead you stare into the dark waiting for dawn or the alarm to go off?

Beyond Magic is the first book in the Magical Love series.  If Lizzie’s Muse Bitch cooperates, there will be 2 new releases in the series in 2012…Emerging Magic in late April and Banshee Magic October/November.

Beyond Magic Blurb:

Following the Powers directive to unite soul mates, a Scottish Cailleach's magic will have repercussions in several realms.
Mixed-blood Ian McCabe, grandson of Fae and gods tries to deny his powers.  When he discovers mortal, Emma Grant unconscious at the bottom of the steps to his castle, his world starts to change.

Tour director Emma Grant's bus breaks down and her effort to find help results in a fall that knocks her unconscious.  She awakens to find the man of her dreams staring into her eyes.

But will his secrets and her distrust of men tear them apart?


“Sire, it appears we have a female lying at the bottom of the front steps.”

“What?” Ian whirled his chair around from the computer screen and stared at his butler. Was the elf up to one of his tricks? Proper to the point of boring most days, occasionally a side of Helmond surfaced in the form of a jokester on some unsuspecting soul. Ian narrowed his eyes and studied the little man. “Is this one of your attempts to liven things up around here?”

Helmond’s body went rigid and his voice assumed a hoity tone. “I assure you, Sire, this is not meant to be humorous. Come see for yourself.” He turned on his heel as smartly as any parade soldier and headed for the door.
The old guy’s poker face had given nothing away. In fact, if anything he seemed insulted by Ian’s insinuation that the announcement was an attempt to pull his leg. Why did things happen when he had at long last hit a creative spurt? The words flowed easily today and he resented the interruptions. This better not be a joke or he’d have the little man’s hide.
Helmond already held the door open as Ian approached. A blast of wind and rain slapped him in the face while he looked over the butler’s shoulder. There did appear to be a body at the bottom of the steps. How strange.

He stepped around the old elf and left him to hold the door as he ran down the steps to the listless form. Rain soaked clothes plastered to her body and left no doubt it was a woman…a very well developed woman.

Ian knelt beside her, lifted a wrist and placed a finger on her pulse point. Light, but steady. That was a good sign. He closed his eyes and held his hands over her body, allowing his senses to determine the extent of any damage. A slight concussion where she hit her head appeared to be the only real area of concern. No surprise, she was on the verge of hyperthermia. He had no idea how long she’d been here.
He placed his hands over the knot on her head and directed a flow of energy in the form of light to heal the spot. The swelling receded and his hands heated while the crack in her skull mended. She’d have a headache when she came around, but that would be the worst of the damage.

Lifting the limp female in his arms, he carried her up the steps where Helmond held the door open. He’d find out the how and why, and who, when she came to. Right now, the important things were to get her out of the wet clothes then get her warm. A wave of sudden passion swept through him when he held the woman’s body against his.
What in bloody hell? That’s never happened to me before.

He looked down at the still face and another surge of heat ripped through him. The woman in his arms did nothing to entice him. She was unconscious and he had to be barmy…totally mad. Neither thought prevented an erection equal to any he had during his hormone ridden adolescent years. Ian focused his mind on climbing the steps, one step at a time, in an attempt to quell his lust.

“Turn down the covers on the bed in the room next to mine and bring me some wrapped hot stones,” he instructed his butler. He’d get her undressed and under the covers. The stones at her feet would eliminate the chill.

Stripped down to her matching bra and panties, Ian discovered a female more voluptuous than he originally thought. He could understand why artists loved to paint a woman with curves instead of angles. The bit of wet lace she probably considered underwear resisted his attempt to remove it. Finally, he managed to get it down her legs and over her feet, then turned his focus to the lacy bra. Thankfully, the hook allowed its easy removal and her lush breasts to spill free.

Ian stood and admired the nude body stretched against the white sheets. The patch of hair between her thighs was the same deep auburn as on her head. He should be ashamed for blatantly staring, but he made no effort to pull up the covers until he heard the approach of footsteps. Instead, he watched the rise and fall of her full breasts, while resisting the urge to cup one in his hand to see if they were as soft as they looked.

The passion that had subsided now returned anew; his cock so hard, it hurt. Granted it had been awhile since he’d had a woman, but he wasn’t a teenager with raging hormones any longer. By the gods, it appeared his paternal genes were no longer dormant.
His grandfather couldn’t keep his pants up and his grandmother couldn’t keep her dress down. The throb of his erection confirmed he’d inherited more from his father’s family than he wanted to admit. Just what he didn’t need; out of control sexual urges.

“Sire, the hot stones you requested.”

Helmond carried a basket filled with the towel covered rocks, which Ian took from the little man. Grateful for the interruption, Ian pulled the covers loose from the bottom of the bed and placed the warmth around his patient’s feet.
“Have cook prepare a hot broth for our guest, Helmond. I’m sure when she awakens she will still feel chilled.”

“Certainly, Sire. And what shall I do about the vehicle a short distance from the entrance to our driveway?”

Ian shot a surprised look in the butler’s direction. “By the gods, what on earth are you rambling about now?”

The corners of Helmond’s mouth twitched upward for a brief second. “One of the woodcutters discovered a small coach. He says there are more females in it.”

“Bloody hell.” If Helmond wasn’t playing tricks, then maybe the Fates were the jokesters. A little joke at his expense wasn’t beneath that august group. Obviously, they thought his life too simple and decided he needed more excitement.

Or were the Big Os involved in this mess? Whatever, a bus full of female mortals would create enough excitement to last him an eternity.

He glanced at the still woman. She likely belonged to the coach people and they might soon worry. “Arrange for them to be brought to the castle and make them feel welcome.” If immortals could get headaches, he’d have a migraine about now. Speaking of headaches, he’d better have some aspirin brought in also. When she awakened, she needed to have enough discomfort to not be suspicious of the healing he’d maneuvered.

“Yes, Sire. Shall I assign them rooms?”

Ian looked out the window. The rain now came down in sheets. If this woman left her companions to venture out in the driving wet, then something must be wrong with the vehicle. If that were the case, it would be at least tomorrow before the coach could be repaired. His magic didn’t extend to mechanical problems. No, the repairs would be done the old fashion way; by a mechanic.

“Yes. Prepare the guest rooms and inform the kitchen of the additional meals needed. Also, bring the bottle of aspirin I keep in the bathroom Mr. Brian uses when he sleeps over.”

A moan from the female drew Ian’s attention back to the bed. Now partially dried, the red hair created a wavy halo around her porcelain face. He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat. She moaned again and her eyes lids fluttered, once, twice, then slowly opened.
Ian stared into eyes the exact shade of his favorite sherry-aged whisky and at that moment, he knew who the message on the wind was meant for. The throbbing erection that tented his kilt dispelled any doubts.

Also available in print and Kindle at Amazon.com
Barnes and Noble in Print and Nook