Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Paranormal Kitchen Activities - Week 4 - Very Best Chocolate Fudge Cake

Deep brown eyes pleaded with her.
“You know you can’t have chocolate, it’ll kill you.”
The black wolf gave a brisk shake, his thick fur standing on end as he splattered droplets of water up the wall forcing her to step back out of range of the shower he’d obliged her with.
“Now, that’s sheer naughtiness. You’re going to have to clean that up yourself, I’m too busy with this wedding cake. Last layer. Then I can decorate it. That’s where the real fun starts.”
A pitiful whine came from the huge beast in the corner.
“No. You’ll have to wait. But this is a quick one, then I promise, we’ll go play in the snow.”
His long pink tongue lolled out of his mouth, his nutmeg eyes darkened.
“You might want to change.”
Damn, but he wasn’t going to do that. He loved to romp in the snow in his wolf form.

She quickly blended cocoa in boiling water, added the remaining ingredients and mixed them by hand, aware it made her breasts jiggle as she beat it to a thick, smooth batter. She noted the indecision in the wolf’s eyes as he watched her. Maybe they wouldn’t be going for a walk. She smothered her pleased grin.

She divided the mixture into the two prepared tins and slid them into the oven, following up with a quick glance at her watch. Thirty minutes. They only had thirty minutes.
She turned on her heel, a broad smile spreading at the sight of the tall, black haired man standing naked in the corner of the room, his body slicked with water, his melting chocolate eyes full of promise.
“Thirty minutes. No time for romping in the snow.”
He reached for her and she met him half way.

The Recipe
 I can tell you that this most divine recipe comes from Mary Berry. I have a number of her baking books, but this has to be one of the easiest, most scrumptious recipes. Here’s a link to Lifestyle.co.uk and Mary Berry’s Very Best Chocolate Fudge Cake.

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Paranormal Kitchen Activities - Week Three - Chocolate Madeira Cake

The sharp slap of her spatula as it came into contact with Zeke’s skin made him snatch his hand back, hugging it to his chest while he yelped like a hurt puppy.
“What did you do that for?”
Unimpressed, she kept the threat of the spatula raised.
“You’re not allowed your fingers in her mixing bowl. Nuh uh. Hygiene.”
She grinned at her husband across the counter top. It hadn’t taken so long to train him. She leaned over and handed him the whisk, cake mixture clinging to it. She rewarded him well for his obedience.


A quick glance at Zeke’s sulky face had her handing him one too.
“It’s a wedding cake. For a friend.”
“Yeah. A little bit of fun too. This is the middle layer. Chocolate madeira cake.”
Zeke shuffled closer, his tongue almost hung out, like the dog he was.
She washed the spatula, swiped it through the mix to admire the texture.
“One of the simplest cakes to make. Beat the butter and sugar until its white.”
She seemed to have grabbed Zeke’s attention, but her husband was intent on cleaning the whisk for her – with his tongue. It didn’t matter, this was a quick cake, she wouldn’t need the whisks again until she did the top layer. Mmm, her favourite.
Her stomach gave an unruly grumble and both men grinned.
“I’ll just finish this and do some lunch if you’re staying Zeke.”
One look at his face didn’t require an answer. Single man, offer of lunch. No competition.
He nodded at the bowl.
“What do you do next?”
“Add both types of flour, alternatively with eggs.”
“Looks like a pretty solid mixture.”
“Hmm. I like it because you can carve it.”
“Did you get me those condoms?”
“I did not.”
“You’re no fun since you took up with my brother.”
“I was no fun before, according to you.”
The soft growl from Beau had her turning her head in his direction, but his brother blithely ignored the threat.
“How do you put the chocolate in?"
“Mix cocoa powder with a little milk then beat it in.”
He raised his hand, made a move to dip his finger into the bowl and she whipped up her spatula.
With a grin of approval, he came to his feet and moved away to open the refrigerator door.

She poured the mixture equally into the two lined cake tins and slid them into the oven, but before she could turn around, Zeke had swiped the almost empty bowl and hot-footed it across the kitchen, if he'd been in his other form, his tail would be between his legs.

The Recipe

10oz (315g) Fine Sugar
10 oz (315g) Softened Butter
10oz (315g) Self Raising Flour
5oz (155g Plain Flour
5 eggs

One 8" tin lined (square or round)
Oven temperature 160 degrees C/325 degrees F or Gas mark 3
Bake time 1 hour 10 mins

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Paranormal Kitchen Activities - Week 2 - Marble Cake

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Making a cake."

"For me?"

He leaned on the kitchen counter, rested his chin on his fist and gazed at the luscious babe intent on her creation. He could never get enough of her. Her full scrumptious lips twitched into a smile and made him want to nibble at them.


The early morning light slanted across her smooth delicate skin and made her golden eyes glow with pleasure at doing the work she loved.

"What type of cake?"

Her smile widened, she slid softened butter into the mixer and poured in fine sugar.

"A chocolate wedding cake for a friend. Three layers, each cake different. This is the bottom layer. It's a Marble cake."

"My favourite..."

The harsh thrash of the beaters drowned out his voice before he could ask if he could have some. He sighed. No chance of having any of anything until she was done.

His head throbbed and he wondered how she could possibly bear the incessant pneumatic drilling sound. It could only be the intense relief she must feel when the noise stopped.

Distracted momentarily he took pleasure in watching the small quiver of her breasts as she broke the eggs with a sharp knife and let them slide into a glass dish.

When she reached for the salt, standing on tiptoe to get it down from the shelf, he almost swallowed his tongue at the gentle jiggle of her ass. Tempted to give it a little squeeze, he reached out, but she turned, sprinkled the salt into the flour and raised an eyebrow in query.

He huffed out a frustrated breath.

"Will you be long?"

"Not really. It's a large base to the cake, I have to put this one in on it's own before I bake the others. I won't decorate until tomorrow."

With a thought forming in his head, he grinned. She smiled back as though she could read his thoughts. Basically, yeah, he only ever had one thought when he was around her.

"It takes an hour and a half to bake."

A little disappointment curled in his stomach. Only an hour and a half. The beast stirred. An hour and a half would have to do - for now.

She turned on the mixer, this time a slow lazy turn of the beaters, and spooned in flour, then poured in a little of the milk and eggs she had beaten together much to his pleasure as he watched her entire body tremble to the rhythm. Alternating, she added all the ingredients until the mixture was smooth and white.

Impatient for his hour and a half, he frowned at her.

"Can't you just dump it all in together?"

Her light laughter tempted him to grab her, but she seemed pre-occupied.

"No, I can't. If you put all the eggs in together you curdle the mixture, all the flour and it would poof everywhere."

She removed half the white mixture, set it aside in a bowl while she added cocoa powder to the remaining and let the mixer give another slow beat until the chocolate was completely mixed in.

He leaned forward to get a better view as she niftily spooned the two mixtures into a lined cake tin.

"Wow. That's big."

"11 inches."

A large blob of chocolate mixture dropped into the tin as her lips twitched with amusement and his mouth watered.

She skimmed the last of the mixture out of the bowls and had no sooner put the chocolate one down when he whisked it away and swiped his finger around the inside.  Sticking it in his mouth, he closed his eyes and almost died from sheer pleasure.

Cautious, she slipped the tin into the oven and closed the door.

"I just need to..."

"Too late. Clock's ticking"

He flung her squirming body over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom as she squealed -  he had a lot to achieve in an hour and a half.

The Recipe

This is for an 11" cake tin. You can halve the recipe and use a 7" tin instead. (Bake for 1hr 10 mins)

450g (1lb) Butter
450g (1lb) Caster Sugar
6 large free range eggs
700g (24oz) Self Raising Flour
1/2 tsp salt
450ml (14 fl oz) semi-skimmed milk
50g (2oz) cocoa powder

Bake at 160 Degrees C (325 degrees F) for 1 hr 30 mins to 1hr 45 mins

Split the cake in two, sandwich together with fresh cream and cover in cooled, melted chocolate.

Sunday, 10 August 2014

The Tenant Blog Hop - Sotia Lazu

A warm welcome to my very good friend, Sotia Lazu who has a brand new release out. Pull up a chair Sotia and tell us about your romantic thoughts. 

Hi Diane, and thank you for having me J

In my RL dealings with people, I pretend to be a cynic. In truth, I’m a sappy romantic, who believes love can be found at the most unexpected places.

In 2008, I met a guy on a fanfiction archive site. I was there because I’d had my heart broken so many times, I felt like writing about someone getting hers mended. He’d happened upon it because he had too much free time at work.

We talked a lot. He was fun, he was cute, and he was from Romania. I told him upfront I didn’t believe in long distance relationships. Two years later, he moved to Greece and we got married. And we’re still stupidly happy about it.

My sister met a guy on a day I was too bored to drive her to the shopping centere and called her a cab instead. He was hot, he asked for her number and gave her his, and never called. She whined our ears off about him for two months, before she happened to get in his taxi again.

He said he hadn’t called, because he didn’t want her to feel pressured, and that he kept wishing she’d call him instead.

He and my sis got married six weeks ago, and you can’t wipe the silly grin off her face since.

My point, in case it’s not clear yet, is that love can be found when you least expect it. Worse, when it might actually be inconvenient.

As inconvenient as a tenant who won’t move out, when all you want is to make the apartment a home for your husband to be and yourself.

As inconvenient as the realization maybe you’re not with the one you’re meant to be with.

The Tenant by Sotia Lazu

In hopes of getting her fiancĂ© to consummate their relationship before the wedding, Amanda convinces him they should check out the apartment her father gave her as a gift for their upcoming nuptials. Darkness and privacy are supposed to work in her favor, but there is one parameter she doesn’t know about: the apartment is not empty yet, and the current tenant has no plans of moving.

Derek has had a hell of a few months. His girlfriend turned out to be a cheater and then stole his restaurant. He's not about to also give up the place he's called home for three years—even if his hot but infuriating landlady threatens to move in by the end of the week.

When her own lease is up, Amanda is forced to make good on her threat. As if life isn't already hard enough, her tenant-turned-roommate is as sexy as he is annoying, and her fiancé is caught with a half-naked woman.

Now she and Derek need to find a way to survive their forced cohabitation. They soon discover sleeping with the enemy can be fun.


Hushed voices. There were people whispering inside his home, and—

Something crashed.

It might have been fury at whoever dared vandalize his home that drove his feet from bathroom to bedroom, naked as the day he was born. It could have been hope he’d finally get out some of his frustration that curled his fingers around the baseball bat lying beneath his bed and led him the rest of the distance to his living room in the pitch black.

Weighing the bat in one hand, he pressed the fingers of the other to the light switch he knew to be at his left, and took in the lit room.

A couple was making out on his floor. By his overturned table and his smashed lamp.

He scowled so hard his forehead hurt, but it was all he could do not to charge them and bash their heads in.

“What the fuck are you doing in my place?” he asked the kneeling hulk. He’d heard about people making out in parks, playgrounds, even cemeteries, but breaking into someone’s home to get some was unbelievable.

The small blonde lying on the floor sat upright, eyes blazing. “Your place? My father gave me this apartment!”

Her boyfriend simply blinked at him.

Was it Derek’s imagination, or was the blonde having a hard time looking him in the eye? He was tempted to mention his face was an entire torso—and then some—higher than what she was staring at, but his ego needed some stroking, so he let her take all of him in, while his mind caught up to what she’d just said.

“You’re Kenneth’s daughter?” he finally asked, the bat only slightly lowered. Alice’s sister. This one was shorter, and Alice dyed her hair dark brown these days, but Derek could see the resemblance.

She finally lifted her gaze to meet his, and her eyes were the same bright green as her sister’s. “You’re the guy who’s supposed to be gone?”

He could apologize and say he’d forgotten because of the rain of utter shit falling on him lately.

He could ask for a bit more time until he’d found a new place.

Or he could be an ass. Nobody else seemed to think twice about being an ass to him. “Hardly,” he said with a snort. “I’m supposed to be right where I am. You, on the other hand, are trespassing. Or is it breaking and entering?”

The young woman scrunched her nose, which was adorable in a snooty, bratty way. “No breaking. I’ve got a key.” She narrowed her eyes. “When Mason and I were first engaged, Dad said he asked you to move. That was three months ago.”

Mason. That was the silent brute’s name. “I remember no such thing, and” —he looked pointedly at the remains of his favorite lamp— “there has definitely been some breaking.”

Blondie bounced up and glared. Funny, but she was intimidating despite her small stature. Maybe that was why Mason stood back and let her handle things. “Dad bought the place for me, to begin with,” she said. “You knew when you first moved in that I was eventually going to be needing it.”

That was true. Derek had heard all about how this was one day going to be a wedding present for Kenneth’s oldest daughter—and what was her name, again?—though said daughter hadn’t even been dating back then. Kenneth said his daughter was picky and needed a man with serious backbone before she settled down.

Things had apparently changed.

Derek considered waving the bat to see if the big guy would flinch, but decided to be the bigger man—and wasn’t that ironic, when Mason had at least four inches on him? “Kenneth mentioned something, but he didn’t give me the sixty days notice he was supposed to.” Blondie opened her mouth, probably to repeat her father let him know three months ago. Now was time for the coup de grace, and Derek somehow knew he’d love watching her squirm. “As you know, the notice is supposed to be in writing or it doesn’t count,” he said.

And smirked.

And winked.

Mason grabbed Blondie’s shoulder, flexing his arm in the process. The look on his face indicated that Derek’s nudity might have offended him more than Derek’s intention to not vacate the premises for at least two more months. “Let’s go, Mandi.” Ah, that was her name. “We’ll talk to your father. He’ll know what to do.”

Her gaze said she knew what to do too, and it involved the painful insertion of the baseball bat in Derek’s most private orifice.

Derek’s smirk widened into a grin. “And now get out of here, before I have to call the police and report you for harassment on top of everything else.”

Mandi stared him down for a split second, but when Derek swung his bat in the air, her overly inflated toy boy all but dragged her out the door.

Derek propped his weapon on his shoulder, grabbed a bottle of scotch, and went to bed. He sensed his swagger had returned. Maybe that was because he’d actually felt he had balls, for the first time in days.

Odd way for his day to improve, but it had. He would give anything for another opportunity to bait Mandi Murphy. If he couldn’t torture the woman who’d hurt him, he’d torture the one who wanted to evict him. He had to be subtle about it, though. He didn’t want to make Kenneth mad at him.

About the Author

Sotia’s making do with Greek reality, while writing and mostly thinking in English.

She loves romances with a twist and urban fantasy novels, always with vivid erotic elements. Her favorite characters to write are not conventional hero-material at first glance, and she enjoys making them fight for their happiness.

Sotia shares her life and living quarters with her husband, their son, and two rescue dogs, one of which may be part-pony. Sappy movies make her bawl like a baby, and she wishes she could take in all the stray dogs in the world.

Also, she hates mornings!

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