Oops, I did it again. Left my blog until the last minute. So that means, I’m scrambling to come up with something interesting so as not to bore you all. December 1 means only 24 shopping days until Christmas. Glad I reminded you? My boys are older now, 22 & 24, so it’s not the same anymore. They want money, but still like their stockings filled with unique goodies. They live in their own homes which makes mine kind of quiet and lonely now. It just seems like yesterday I was full of panic, stress, fun, laughs and late night toy assembly…all with the intention to have the silly season just perfect. The tree to the left was first bought when I was pregnant with my oldest. He and his GF have now taken it for their apartment. It’s 25 years old and survived the test of time. (wow a quarter century!)
I would bake, and decorate and visit and host trying to get just the right atmosphere in the home. We lived in the country and it was beautiful. Horses, stood with their heads hanging over the fence waiting for their Christmas treats and birds filled the feeders hanging on the trees. Heavy snow blanketed the ground and hung on the branches. A very Christmassy feeling indeed. Most years anyway.
Don’t worry, I’ll get to the smut, after the a decadent holiday recipe for you. I hope you enjoy.
If you like chocolate and brownies, then this decadent delight is for you!
Version of Killer Brownies
- 2 boxes of german chocolate cake mix – or what you can find.
- 1 medium can of evaporated milk
- 3 sticks butter (melted) = ¾ cup
- 2 14 oz bags of craft caramels
- 2 cups chopped pecans or walnuts
- 2 cups of semi sweet choc. chips
- Unwrap the caramels and melt them over low heat with 2/3 cup of evaporated milk. While melting, prepare the cake mix. *** if you put the caramels in the freezer 1st the wrap comes off easier
- Mix cake mix with butter and 2/3 C evaporated milk. Add nuts. *This mixture will be thick. Press 1/2 of the mixture into a 13 x 9 inch pan greased & lined with parchment paper.
- Bake at 350 for 8 or 9 minutes.
- Remove from oven and sprinkle chocolate chips over top and then pour caramel evenly over chocolate chips. Cover the entire brownie layer. Drop the remaining brownie mixture on top in pieces, covering the caramel.
- Bake for an additional 18 – 20 minutes and let cool. When cool put brownies in the frige, still in the pan for minimum an an hour. The caramel to set. Cut into desire size pieces, sprinkle with powdered sugar. Enjoy!
So while you’re enjoying your decadent dessert…you can enjoy this excerpt from my next Ellora’s Cave release. Plus One out on January 4 from their Exotika line.
An Excerpt From: PLUS ONE
Copyright © CRISTAL RYDER, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
“So, what do you think?” Wendy leaned in to him and whispered.
“Fucking amazing.” He glanced down at her, his eyes zeroing in on her huge boobs cradled in some sheer fabric that pretended to be a bikini top. He tried not to look like a guy who had never seen tits before.
She laughed and slipped her arm through his, pressing those magnificent breasts against his biceps. “I knew you would like it. So. What do you want to do?”
How the hell did he know? He’d never been to a sex club before. This one was a little more exclusive. Upscale. Set in the heart of the city business district, in an old renovated mansion. It was the last thing one would expect to see. Wendy and her husband, Conn, were co-owners and he’d known them for years. She’d asked him to come a few times and because he was single, he had to be invited. No single guys allowed. Only couples and single ladies.
He was their plus one tonight. Not that he expected to have sex with them, but was simply their tagalong and he was okay with it.
Rob shrugged and finished the beer. Wendy signaled the cute bartender, who looked all of twenty, for another one.
“Drinks are on me tonight, Rob. Tressa will take care of you.” Wendy handed him the beer and gave him a shove to the stairs. “Put your stuff in the locker. Wrap that gorgeous ass of yours in a towel, then go forth and play.”
She went to the pole in a puff of exotic perfume and waited her turn as Ginger slipped to the floor. Rob couldn’t look away from Ginger as she rolled seductively from her belly to her back and rose with fluid grace. Her deep-red hair sparked in the lights and her black, skintight dress was only slips of fabric gathered with a ring at her bellybutton. The gold hoop held the pieces together that fanned over her breasts and pussy, barely shielding them from view. His cock ached at this visual smorgasbord.
When Ginger rose and walked off the floor, he let his gaze roam over her. Long legs, tanned and firm, he could imagine wrapped around his hips. She had on killer high heels that sparkled with gems. Glancing at all the ladies, he saw they had the same kind of shoes that showcased their legs. His gaze fell across a pair of black pumps. A complete opposite to all the rest.
He was intrigued. What kind of woman wore shoes like that to a place with an obvious shoe focus? This woman was not scantily dressed either. Quite the opposite in fact. He hadn’t noticed her before. She wore a tight gray skirt that showed a curved thigh, plump ass. Her fitted long-sleeve, dark- gray blouse had a plunging front and her breasts strained the fabric with a cleavage he could easily get lost in. She turned and his cock jumped with approval. She stood with a glass of wine in her hand, back to the wall, and watched the other ladies do their thing on the pole.
Something about her intrigued him. Was it her dress, shoes, or the chic black glasses she wore? Or the way she’d pulled her hair into a simple ponytail that swung down to the top of her back? She was out of place. And he wanted to know more about her.
Sipping the wine, she smiled behind the glass and when the stunning, naked, dark-haired woman from earlier approached her and took her hand, Button Down Girl shook her head and resisted. But the other woman wouldn’t let her off easy and took the glass from her fingers, setting it on the bar. She tugged her to the pole and lifted the other woman’s hands high until she grasped the pole three-quarters of the way up.
The movement tightened the blouse across her back, showing the lush curve of her waist that lay hidden. The hem of her shirt rose, exposing the top edge of a tramp stamp. Holy fuck this woman was a mystery. She looked as if she didn’t belong, yet was here and had a tattoo. His cock jumped when the naked woman rubbed up and along the back of the mystery girl, her breasts flattening as she hooked a leg around the calf of Button Down. The woman turned her head, ponytail swinging, and he saw a blush rush over her cheeks. The smile on her lips was wide yet looked a little nervous. Was this her first time here as well?
He watched as they swayed around the pole. The naked woman flush to the mystery woman’s back, her hips snug and tight to the skirted ass. She was all sensual moves and swaying hips, grinding her bare pussy into the other woman. He couldn’t take his eyes off Button Down Girl. The naked beauty lost her allure in the mystery of the other.
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