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Kick off summer with love, laughter & Vodka

When life hands you lemons, add ice and vodka—voila, all is right with the world.

I’m sharing a few refreshing (and dare I say, healthy since the cocktails include fresh fruit?) vodka based cocktail recipes.

For a non-alcohol version of these cocktails, simply eliminate the vodka and substitute with soda water.




1 oz Vodka
6 oz ginger beer
1 lime wedge
1 cup fresh Blueberries
1/3 cup water
1/2 tsp. sugar
ice cubes


In a blender, add blueberries, water, and sugar, and blend until smooth.
Add ice cubes to a glass and pour the vodka and ginger beer over the ice.
Pour blueberry juice into glass, stir well.
Add the lime wedge and garnish with a few blueberries.





2 oz Vodka
5 oz ginger beer
1 lemon wedge
2 oz orange juice
1 piece candied ginger
1 slice or orange (or tangerine)
mint sprig (optional)
ice cubes


Add ice cubes to a glass and pour the vodka, ginger beer and orange juice over the ice.
Squeeze in some lemon juice and add drop the lemon wedge into glass
Stir and garnish with candied ginger, citrus slice, and mint sprig




1.5 oz Vodka
6 oz ginger beer
1 lime wedge
1/2 cup fresh strawberries
1/4 cup water
1/4 cup fresh basil
ice cubes


In a blender, add strawberries, water, and blend until smooth.
Add ice cubes to a glass and squeeze in some lime, then pour the vodka, and ginger beer over the ice.
Pour strawberry juice into the glass.
Sprinkle in the basil; stir well.
Garnish with strawberries.





2 oz Vodka
4 oz ginger beer
1 lime wedge
2 oz apple cider
ice cubes


Add ice cubes to a glass then pour the vodka, apple cider, and ginger beer over the ice.
Squeeze a few drops of the lime into the glass
Sprinkle cinnamon and stir drink
Garnish with apple slice.





1.5 oz Vodka
4 oz ginger beer
1/2 oz orange liqueur (or cherry brandy)
1/2 lime
1/4 cup water
2 cups fresh watermelon
ice cubes


Add watermelon and water to a blender, blend until juice forms.
Strain watermelon juice over mesh strainer–discard the pulp.
In cocktail shaker, combine watermelon juice, vodka, liqueur and a few squeezes of the lime.
Shake well and pour into glass over ice.
Top off with the ginger beer.

CHEERS to a summer filled with love, laughter & Vodka!


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Squeeze lemony sunshine into dessert.


When life hands you lemons you can:

  • Put them in your bra (cheaper and safer than implants)
  • Tap into your Feng Shui mood and arrange them in a vase or bowl
  • Slice them up and hunt down a bottle of Tequila
  • Bake a lemony sunshine into a cake

Bake Lemony Sunshine into a Cake





2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 TBSP. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
4 large eggs
1 TBSP Mayonnaise (real Mayonnaise, not dressing)
1 1/2 cups white sugar
1 tsp. vanilla extract
3 tsp. grated lemon zest
1 cup Lemon Club Soda
1 /4 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice
1 package of Lemon Jell-O
1 stick unsalted butter, softened at room temperature & cubed (if using salted butter, then eliminate the 1/2 tsp. salt)


Preheat oven to 350 F

Grease a 13 x 9 inch cake pan butter, then sprinkle a light layer of flour or spray the pan with non-stick spray, then line the pan with parchment paper. Whichever way you choose, ensure that the whole area of pan is coated.

In a stand mixer add: flour, baking powder, Jell-O, lemon rind and salt, then whisk well together, and set aside. (You can also do this with a whisk and bowl if you don’t have a stand mixer).

In a separate bowl beat eggs, sugar, and vanilla, and beat until mixture is creamy.

Slowly add sugar/egg mixture, club soda, lemon juice, mayo, and butter and turn up stand mixer to medium and mix for 3 minutes. Be careful not to over-mix, after three minutes, batter should look light and fluffy and smooth.

Pour batter into your prepared cake pan and bake for 30 – 35 minutes (or until toothpick comes out with a few moist crumbs after inserting it into the middle of the cake).

Once baked, use a fork to poke holes all over the cake, and leave cake in the pan.

Pour the prepared icing mix (recipe below) all over the cake, cover the whole surface.

Once cooled, you can cover the cake and it will remain moist for up to four days. It’s a great cake to make ahead of time.


2 cups icing sugar
1/4 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice

In a bowl, simply mix the icing sugar and lemon juice until smooth.



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Life Tips

1. Relationship Tip: Ask your significant other at 6:00 a.m. how they visualize porcupines making love. This will lead to an interesting conversation.

2. Mental health Tip: DON’T read a ton of news media links. DON’T read a lot of social media posts (I know, the irony). DO read a lot of fiction. I recommend romance, but it’s all good.

3. Anti-Wrinkle Tip: Sunscreen. That’s all you need.

4. Lip Tip: Coconut oil. Tastes good and makes that pucker so smooth.

5. When life hands you lemons Tip: Add another 11 to make a dozen. For water. For salads. For inexpensive hair rinse. They smell good. They clean windows and glass better than chemical cleaners. Also good with ice, Tequila, Vodka…any happy juice.

6. Social Media Tip: Let’s turn the phrase “haters gonna hate” (seriously overdone) to “bakers gonna bake.”

7. Baking Tips: Put a heat-proof bowl of water on the bottom of your oven when baking a cake, muffins, or bread, keeps the air inside moist.

8. Weekend Tip: Hang out with your loved ones, guaranteed they’ll make you forget to look at your phone.

9. Reduce Stress Tip: Have at least one day with no technology around you. No TV. No news. Laze around with music, books, your pet….whatever recharges your batteries.

10. WIN the Lottery Tip: People who have left a review of my books have won the lottery. Seriously. Try it. What have you got to lose? 😉




A party for the taste buds…one potato at a time.

The vegetable that gives us chips, fries & vodka.


I don’t think I’ve met anyone that doesn’t love potatoes in one form or the other.

Whether they are fried, baked, roasted, scalloped or mashed. Served in soups, salads, side dishes or a main dish, this root vegetable is affordable, versatile, healthy and come in a wide variety of shapes and colors—sweet, white, yellow, red, purple.

I’m sharing a roasted potato recipe that is guaranteed to give your family and friends that wow factor.

Perfect Roast Potatoes

Golden & crunchy on the outside. Light & fluffy on the inside.


The crunch and fluff will make your taste buds dance in deliciousness.

Antioxidant Little Pricks

PLEASE NOTE: I’m still buried under a lot of writing related projects and things should get back to normal (as normal as I can be) in the next month. In the meantime, I am re-posting this blog for the new followers and those who have not read this post before. I hope you enjoy it!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERADuring a trip to Sedona, AZ a few years ago, my husband coaxed me into going on a hike. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love beautiful scenery, going for long walks with my husband and Sedona happens to be one of my favorite places to visit. However, hiking in the hot desert wasn’t on my list of things to do. Seeing as my husband didn’t wince, complain or roll his eyes when I dragged him  through more than one craft, jewelry and pottery shop in Sedona, I agreed to the hike.

We joined a group led by a tour guide. Allegedly this guide told everyone to be careful of the cholla cactus that surrounded the trail. Allegedly the guide made it clear that should a person be stuck by a spine from the cactus it would be incredibly painful. Allegedly the guide also said to not go wandering off by ourselves and to take extra caution when taking pictures, so one does not fall into the cactus.

I say allegedly, because I don’t recall all these instructions.

I admit, I wasn’t giving the tour guide’s speech my full attention. It wasn’t my fault. This guide had a monotone voice—-the same kind my high school math teacher had—–which had me excelling in daydreaming 101 and summer school for math. The guide also didn’t speak loud enough to drown out the characters that reside in my head, who were telling me to dig out my mini-tape-recorder and record notes. Writers are notorious for note taking. We like to keep these memories on paper, in case we can work them into a novel.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Admit it. How many of you REALLY pay attention when the flight attendant is giving all those hand-waving instructions on the plane? Are you really listening to everything the tour guide says in a museum? Your mind wanders and you’re thinking of how to plot a murder, interesting places to hide a body, or what kind of clothes a hooker in the 18th century would have worn at the location you’re visiting, right?

Okay, maybe it’s just me. But I digress.

I was chatting with my husband and with other people in the group, but I kept getting shushed because everyone wanted to listen to the guide drone on about something or other. I decided to take a slight detour so I could take a few pictures.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI backed up, because I wanted to get a shot of the scene up ahead on top. I heard my husband calling my name and telling me to come back and to…WATCH. OUT.

Too late.

I fell backward and landed on my behind on top of a  cholla cactus plant.


I screamed as if I were going to audition for the next Chucky Horror movie. The pain. Was. Horrific.

And this coming from someone who has a high pain tolerance.

My husband came to help me up and then said we needed to get down the trail as fast as possible. Fast? He wanted me to rush down the trail with these little pricks stuck in my ass? I just wanted to pluck them out.

He told me we couldn’t do that, because as the guide had said at the beginning that if someone were to touch the cactus and get stuck with a needle, the person removing the needles needed to wear gloves.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Obviously (and thankfully), my husband paid attention to the initial instructions.

Loudly cursing in a few different languages, using words I probably wouldn’t even write, let alone say out loud, we made our way to the bottom of the trail, arriving at the Ranger’s station.

My husband rushed in, explained what had happened to me and asked if there was a private room available and some rubber gloves.

The woman inside was chuckling. Even though I was in pain, traumatized and knew that sitting down wasn’t an option, thanks to the little pricks, I was lucid enough to clearly hear the laughter in this woman’s voice.


There was no where for me to strip down, there were no rubber gloves available.

Now, I ask you, if this is a concern in this area, wouldn’t they have a private room stocked with rubbers for all those pricks?cholla







I had to lay down in the back seat of the car, face down, until we got back to our resort.

I didn’t look up at the ceiling for a few days. I prefer laying on my tummy anyway, and eating standing up isn’t such a bad thing for a day or two.

Yup, it’s all part of my journey in life and as my husband likes to say….I love Lucy moments.

Prickly Pear Banana Smoothie

In spite of the pain those little pricks put me through, I fell in love with Prickly Pears. I’ve always loved them before, my mother used to cook them around Christmas time, but never had them in a smoothie.

The prickly pear is chock full of antioxidants, delicious, refreshing and if you want, you could even add some vodka or gin to the juice for a healthy cocktail…well, healthy, depending on how many you throw back.


1 Banana, cut in half

2 Prickly Cactus Pears, peeled and chopped

1/2 cup orange juice

1 cup water

1/2 pint frozen vanilla yogurt

1 cup of ice cubes


Put the banana, cactus pears and orange juice in a blender and puree.

Then add the frozen yogurt, water, ice cubes and blend until smooth.

Most prickly pears you buy in the store will already have the spines removed, but in case they don’t, here is a link that will explain how to do it.



“Humor and grief. Like apple pie and ice cream?”

Please join me in welcoming Rosanna Leo to this week’s Tasty Tuesday installment.

Rosanna is chatting about how humor and grief go together, and is dishing up a slice of…I bet you think I’m going to say apple pie, right? Well, she’s fresh out of home baked goodies, instead she is serving up a slice of her new, hot and sexy release SELKIE’S REVENGE (blurb and excerpt posted below).

Never fear, there’s always food on the blog on Tuesday’s, so in honor of Rosanna’s blog post and because she’s as sweet as apple pie…I’m sharing an apple pie recipe that is as delicious as the Selkie on Rosanna’s book cover.

Trust me, the sauce that goes with this recipe is like a big ‘O’ for your taste buds (recipe below).

Without further ado, or naughty food metaphors, I give you, the witty and fun-loving Rosanna Leo.

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I’d like to offer a huge thank you to my pal, Selena, for hosting me today! I’m so proud to be here.

If you know either of our canons of work, you know humor is pretty important to our writing. I never really fancied myself a comedic writer, but once I discovered my author’s voice, I realized there was a lot of snark and silliness in there. Go figure.

This doesn’t usually present a problem to me. You see, I write paranormal and contemporary romance and there’s plenty of room for humor in both genres. However, with my latest work, SELKIE’S REVENGE, I realized pretty quickly that it couldn’t be a total funfest. You see, one of the themes is grief and how it can devastate a person.

Funny, huh?

Perhaps not, but if you’re like me, you still laugh at that scene in Mary Tyler Moore where Mary cracks up at a funeral. Even in our darkest moments, we do seek the light. We look for something, anything, to ease our burden. And humor can be an incredible stress reliever. Just a little giggle, a modicum of silly, can sometimes take a bit of our pain away, or at least push it aside for a little while. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t tend to look for pratfalls at funerals. I don’t lay banana peels in the church aisle in the hopes of tripping up one of the funeral directors. But sometimes a shared memory can trigger a smile, even a laugh. And when that happens, another part of our heart is touched. The sadness becomes more poignant and bittersweet.

So in writing about the grieving process of my heroine, did I leave out the humor? No. Let’s face it, life is funny. And I think a book that dwells only on sadness would just about break my heart. We need something uplifting, a little sweetness. A reason to keep reading.

Have a seat with me now. Let’s put on that episode of Mary Tyler Moore, and pay homage to Chuckles the Clown. Because, dammit, it is hilarious!

Selkie's Revenge is NOW AVAILABLE at all e-book stores & distributors.

Selkie’s Revenge is NOW AVAILABLE at all e-book stores & distributors.


On the beaches of Orkney, Scotland, an evil entity stalks mortal women. Machar “Mack” Kirk is a selkie man with a haunted past, one that has prompted him to become a hunter. He prowls the beaches at night, his arrows aiming for the finman who took his first love.

Beth Pedersen also watches the sea. The haunted widow has suffered losses of her own, ones that have crippled her into a state of stony grief. Beth can no longer feel, can no longer see color and life. Until the day Mack Kirk saves her from a mysterious foe, flooding her world with brightness and foreign temptation.

As Mack and Beth fight their inundating passion, the finman escalates his attacks. Before long, Mack realizes he’s not just playing Good Samaritan. He wants Beth, too, and will do anything to ensure his lover isn’t taken by the finman. But can he protect his mate from a monster with no soul?


As a torrent of emotion coiled up through her core, Beth kissed him. She barely understood his words, barely comprehended her own thoughts, but she knew she needed Mack’s mouth upon hers. She smashed her lips against his, and his tongue penetrated the warmth of her mouth, finding its home there. He slid his hands down her back to her bottom, and he groaned, digging into the soft flesh of her behind.

Desire and common sense raged a war inside her head. Common sense told her to pack a bag, purchase a ticket to New Smyrna, and leave Mack Kirk far behind. Desire told her to submit, and it was winning out by a mile. “I don’t know what to do. I need you to tell me what to do.”

He leaned in, smelling so sweet, like an exotic fruit she just needed to peel and gobble up. “Just let go, Beth. Just feel.”

She dared to look him in the eye. “I’m afraid to feel.”

“I know. For years I was too.” He brushed his lips against hers, and his tongue slipped out to caress between them, making her ache with such yearning. “But I’ll help you.”

Jamie and Edan arrived with beers. Edan gave Jamie a look as if knowing they’d interrupted something. “I’m heading back to the bar to try my luck with the luscious bartender.”

Jamie grimaced. “The old one with the beard?”

“Not him, you eejit,” Edan said with a grunt. “The female bartender. The one with the big…” He paused, looking at Beth. “Uh, bottle of vodka. Right, that one.” He dashed off.

Jamie winked at Beth. “I’ll get to her first.” With a smile, he was after his brother.

She leaned against Mack’s wall of a chest, wanting to lose herself in him. “Show me how to feel again.”

“With pleasure,” he growled into her ear. He nibbled her earlobe and then proceeded to slide back out of the booth.

“Where are you going?” she asked, already needy for his touch again.

“Just to the jukebox,” he replied, grinning. “You are going to dance with me. And feel.”

She watched, glued to her seat as Mack inserted a couple of coins into the jukebox and selected a song. He turned to her, his lips curled in a grin. As the first rolling guitar chords of Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?” washed over her, making her want to move, Mack beckoned to her with a finger.

Beth’s body moved toward him, responding like a homing pigeon diving toward its destination. He pulled her into his arms and they swayed. Beth had never danced so closely with a man to anything but a romantic ballad, but Mack wouldn’t break contact with her. He moved his hard body against hers, his hands on her hips, and his erection was a thick temptation grinding against her stomach. She had to fight the need to drop to her knees, rip down his jeans, and take his cock deep in her throat. The urge, and the depth of emotion accompanying it, made her light-headed. He turned her away from the bar area toward the nearest wall and slid his hands over the curve of her bottom. His fingers dug into her ass, and Beth had to remind herself they were in public. She wanted him to nail her right to the wall. Through the damn wall. She needed him inside her at all costs.

He felt so good.

My mate. Could it be?

He lowered his head so he could whisper against her ear. “Do you feel me, Beth? Do you feel my desire throbbing against you? My need to be joined to you again?”

The song reached its crescendo, and his hips rolled against hers in a heady foreshadowing of what he would do to her the next time they were alone. Beth closed her eyes. The way he moved was sinful. She imagined devils from the most depraved circles of hell might dance in such a fashion. All of a sudden, even her soft leggings felt tight and restrictive. She wanted them off. She wanted no barrier between their bodies. As if sensing her need, Mack reached a discreet hand toward her breast and located her distended nipple through her tunic. He tugged and she had to bite her lip not to cry out.

“Take me home, Mack,” she begged in an unfamiliar, wanton voice. “I want to feel more.”

12957 (167x250)About Rosanna Leo

Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books. Her books include For the Love of a God, Up In Flames, Sweet Hell, The Selkie, Sunburn and Predator’s Kiss. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.

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Apple Pie


Any pie crust recipe for a two crust, 9 inch pie. (You can use store bought pie crust to save time, including, gluten-free pie crust for the GF crowd)

1/4 cup unsalted butter

1/4 cup water

3 TBSP all-purpose flour (for the gluten-free version, you can use either almond flour or rice flour)

1/4 cup packed brown sugar

1/4 cup white sugar

1 tsp. cinnamon

1/4 tsp. salt

3 TBSP real maple syrup

8 Large apples (Granny Smith works well, or you can use your favorite variety), cored, peeled and sliced


Preheat oven to 425 F

Add the bottom pie crust to a pie baking pan and set aside.

On the stove top, turn heat to medium and in a pot add add butter and stir until melted.

Slowly add the flour and stir until butter and flour look like a paste.

Add water, brown and white sugars, salt, cinnamon and maple syrup, stir and bring everything to a boil. Once it’s at a boil, reduce the heat to low and let mixture simmer.

Fill pie baking pan with apples.

Cover apples with strips of pie crust (like a lattice).

Remove pot from the stove and carefully its contests all over the crust. Do this slow and gentle so there is no overflow.

Bake for 15 minutes.

Reduce oven temperature to 350 and continue baking for 35 to 45 minutes.