A Hodgepodge of Christmas Fun from various authors…Recipes, Excerpts, Free Books!

Hi...Alicia Dean here. Some of my author friends and I have gotten together to offer you recipes, a chance to win free books, and a glimpse into their latest releases. 

We would also love to hear from you. Do you have any special Christmas memories to share? Recipes? Holiday tips?

We hope you enjoy...Merry Christmas from all of us to you!


To consolidate info about the drawings for free books:

A different name will be drawn from the commenters to win each of the following: (6 winners in all)
  • An ebook copy of M.J. Schiller's Trapped Under Ice
  • A Wife by Christmas by Callie Hutton
  • A choice between Dream Jumper's Promise and The Husband Hunt, Kat's Season by Kim Hornsby
  • A choice between any of the books in the Moonstruck series by Silver James (Kindle or PDF version)
  • An autographed print copy of R.T. Wolfe's Best Selling Romantic Suspense, Black Creek Burning (Only U.S. Residents eligible)
  • A choice of any Alicia Dean title on Kindle or PDF
PLEASE BE SURE to leave your email address and your country of residence along with your comments!!!

*** Winners will be drawn Sunday, December 8, 2013


M.J. Schiller is offering one lucky commenter a free copy of Trapped Under Ice and giving us a teaser of her Christmas release Upon a Midnight Clear...

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Mall Santa Dylan Fischer is not at all ready for Delaney Kelly's request! ~
“Well, Santa, since my daddy went to heaven, I want a new daddy.”
Dylan sat stock still, his heart in his throat. He’d heard kids ask for everything from the newest video games to snow, but this was a new one. He pulled back. “You want…a daddy?” His voice sounded odd in his ears.
The little girl nodded, appearing prayerful as she clasped her hands in front of her, the knuckles turning white. He gazed into her sweet face and began stroking her hair absentmindedly. At a loss, he threw a quick glimpse at his elf assistant. With her head cocked, she listened for the next name in her walkie-talkie, not looking in his direction at all. Scanning the crowd, he hoped to find some inspiration, something he could say to the child on his knee which would somehow be right in this situation.
That’s when he saw her face. 

 And kindergarten teacher Keira Kelly doesn't know what to think about the hunky EMT come mall Santa! ~

Keira couldn’t sleep. Had she really kissed the cute paramedic? And how did she feel about that? Well, there was a reason she couldn’t sleep. The reason was, she really kissed the cute paramedic, and she wasn’t at all sure how she felt about that. Her body told her one thing; it was sensational. Her mind, well that was another story. Kevin hadn’t even been gone a year. For someone she’d promised to love all her life, that wasn’t very long. On the other hand, the past eleven months seemed like a lifetime for her, and maybe it was time to move on, make some changes in her life.

But they don't have long to figure things out before a murderer comes UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR!

Comment below to be entered to win a free e-copy of M.J. Schiller's TRAPPED UNDER ICE!


Callie Hutton has an awesome recipe, a Christmas story on sale and a GIVEAWAY:

Miss Merry's Christmas, on sale from 12/1 to 12/6 for .99 cents!!!

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England, 1817.  David Worthington, Duke of Penrose dislikes Miss Meredith Chambers, the American governess who accompanied his new wards. He especially detests his attraction to the insufferable woman, and is anxious for her replacement to arrive.

Merry is thrilled when the Dowager Duchess Penrose hires her as a companion. Now she can stay with her beloved charges. But can she ignore how her heart thumps when the pompous duke gets close? 
Two people determined to ignore each other, despite the pull between them, and the sparks that fly whenever they're together.

ONE LUCKY WINNER will receive an ebook copy of  A Wife By Christmas.


Boil 1 cup of butter with 1 cup brown sugar, about 3-5 minutes until it pulls from the sides.  
Line a cookie sheet with foil and spray it with pam. Line the sheet with 1 sleeve of saltines.  
Pour the butter/sugar mix on top and bake in a 375 oven for 7 minutes.  Take it out and put 12 oz. bag of Chocolate chips on top and return to oven (oven off) just to melt. 
Spread the melted chips with a knife. Cool, then put it in the fridge for 3 hours to set. Then crack it up with your hands. 
DELISH and very addicting! 

Merry Christmas

Anna Kittrell has a fun poem and some awesome stories for you to check out:

Read her version of the classic ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’ - It's hilarious and creative. You don't want to miss out!  http://talesofthescrimshawdoll.wordpress.com/2013/11/27/twas-a-scrimshaw-doll-christmas/

Check out her stories:

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Deason McKindle dreams of breaking free. Free from the ex-wife whose cheating ways landed his fist in his boss's face, free from his dead-end job as a trash collector, free from small-town Oklahoma. In two weeks, his dream of a fresh start in Montana will come true.

His dreams scatter when he saves Charis Locke from her abusive ex-husband. The gratitude in her eyes awakens a passion deep inside him. But when he later discovers the ex-husband's corpse in a dumpster, Deason's charged with murder. Instead of breaking free, he loses every freedom he's ever known.

Charis thought she couldn't love any man other than the Alzheimer's patient she takes care of. But when Deason is arrested, she can't let him go to prison without a fight. As fate would have it, Charis has finally fallen in love, and only the key to the killer's identity will unlock her dreams.


Skinbound - Winner of the 2013 International Digital Awards for Short Suspense : (ONLY 99¢ - One of the Tales of the Scrimshaw Doll stories that inspired her Christmas poem)

An ancient scrimshaw doll--does its gypsy magic protect? Or destroy?

As a child, Darcy Vaughan cowered beneath the malice of her twin sister, Scarlett. Now, Scarlett is back and Darcy hopes to establish the sisterly bond she's always longed for. Instead, Scarlett tries to destroy Darcy's life--and her new relationship with the town doctor.

Dr. Cabin Creighton returned to his hometown near Lake Chickasha, Oklahoma to take over his father's practice. One look at Darcy and Cabin wants nothing more than to love her forever. But a guilty heart and memories of his deceased wife are holding him back.

When someone from Scarlett's past reappears, bad things start to happen. Darcy and Cabin struggle to keep their love alive, but as danger draws closer, Darcy finds herself once more at her sister's mercy, with nothing but the yellowed bones of an ancient doll to protect her.


Available December 11, 2013 from Prism Book Group: http://prismbookgroup.com/comingsoon.html - YA Christian Suspense

Is the power of forgiveness really stronger than a Witcha’be spell?

New to the small community of Redbend, Molly Sanders is delighted when she and Lenni Flemming become instant friends during the final weeks of her first Oklahoma summer. However, Bianca Ravenwood, Lenni’s best friend and self-proclaimed witch in training, is less than thrilled. In fact, she’s cursing mad, vowing to destroy Molly while honing her craft in the halls of Redbend High School. 

Molly’s new school becomes a waking nightmare as Bianca, beautiful wannabe witch, targets her in a jealous rage. Plagued by terrifying, inexplicable occurrences and an embarrassing case of panic-induced hiccups, Molly is unable to escape Bianca’s snare. 

But if Bianca refuses to back down and Molly refuses to stand up, not only will Molly lose the best friend she’s ever had…she may also lose her sanity.

About the author...

Anna Kittrell has written stories for as long as she can remember. She still has most of her tattered creations—leftovers she was unable to sell on the playground for a dime—written in childish handwriting on notebook paper, bound with too many staples. Her love of storytelling has grown throughout the years, and she is thrilled her tales are now worth more than ten cents.

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/AKittrell

Barbara Edwards offers a heart-warming Christmas story for only $1.99!

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Widow Noel Martin never breaks promises, and she promised her kids they’d have Christmas at her childhood home in Connecticut. But driving across country takes money. Noel is broke when a snowstorm blows them into a tiny Minnesota café owned by a man who can change her mind. She accepts his offer of a job. Despite her attraction to him, she makes it clear she is only temporary help.

Dan Longstreet isn’t adopting any more strays, but he needs a waitress. Dan works so hard to make his café a success, he doesn't have time for love. Though Noel’s slender blonde beauty stuns him and her two adorable children tug at his heart, he denies how they threaten to change his life.

When tragedy strikes, their new-found love is the first victim. Noel can't stay and Dan can't leave. Will their journey be the gift that reunites them? 


“Christmas? Same as last year. Shut the place and go to bed.”  Dan Longstreet answered his portly customer. Ernie’s out-of-shape belly hung over the last stool at the cafe counter. The mingled odors of frying grease, wet wool and disinfectant sat heavy in the heated air of Dan’s place. Sleet rattled on the frosted windows.  
“That’s a shame, Dan. You need a wife and a couple rug-rats. A man should have more holiday spirit what with Thanksgiving in three days.” 

“It’s not the right time, Ernie. So how about finishing up so I can close?”

“I ain’t in no hurry to drive home in this storm. Seems every year they get earlier in the season.” 
Ernie smoothed his full white beard before he gestured at the frosted window.

Dan grinned at his friend’s twinkling blue eyes and wheedling expression. “In a few hours these roads will be impassable and I don’t want you bunking here again. You snore like an asthmatic bull!” 

An Arctic blast from the opening door fluttered napkins on the deserted tables in the darkened cafe, extinguished the two remaining candles and ruffled the sawdust spread on the floor to absorb the melting snow. Dan casually checked the baseball bat hooked under the counter. Only trouble arrived this late. 

His gaze latched on the petite female and he swore he smelled spring flowers. And sunshine. He couldn’t take his gaze off her as she undid the knitted green muffler wrapped three times around her coat’s up­turned collar to reveal a thin pinched face. 

His chest ached with the urge to cradle her in his arms: she was so cold. Even with her knit hat pulled down over her ears, her high cheekbones and the up­-tilted tip of her nose flamed as bright red as a cheap statue of a Christmas elf. She blinked in the bright light.

Dan’s pulse leaped like a startled deer. He knew everyone who frequented the Deer Run Lounge and Cafe. She was no local wife searching for an overdue husband or one of the three women who made a living, if you could call it that, picking up the lumberjacks and mill workers for an hour or two. 

His blood heated but he managed to control his urges by slowly polishing a clean glass and setting it in the rack for the next day’s trade. Dan nodded hello. 

Her over-sized man’s winter coat trailed to her ankles, but she visibly shook. He wanted to tell her to take off her coat and get warm. She removed her gloves, pulling the fingers off one by one until her white hands shone in the dim light. A pale circle around her ring finger marked the recent removal of a band. 

She returned Dan’s stare. “Is that sign in the window still good? Do you need an experienced waitress?” Her flat, emotionless voice didn’t match the way her fingers twisted round and round her gloves. His palms itched to cover hers until she calmed.

“Yeah.” He nodded slowly, his mouth dry. Something in him yearned for her to be more than a passing stranger. His breath hitched. “Pine Rapids, Minnesota isn’t jumping with help. The last girl quit without notice.” 

He knew better than to expect a gift to blow in the cafe door, especially one that made his blood pound. 

“Your husband outside?”

“What?” she followed his gaze to her bare hand. “No, I’m a widow. I traded my ring for a tank of gas and a tire yesterday.”

His heart pinched: life was hard everywhere.

Nancy Fraser shares a Christmas Anthology from four different authors:  

Erin’s Gift by Nancy Fraser - Chicago 1924
Erin O’Mara is a sensible, hardworking young woman...that is until she lets her two best friends talk her into a visit to a speakeasy! Widower, Seth Harrison, has no intention of falling in love again but will he be able to resist the sweetness of his son’s new nanny, Erin O’Mara—his sister’s best friend?

An Eternity of You by Sophia Garrett - England 1833
The Duke of Sharrington left Rebecca with more than a broken heart six years ago—he left her with a son. He’s rekindled their passion with his return, but it will take a Christmas miracle to earn her heart.

Letters at Christmas by Amber Lin - England, late Regency
After three years at sea, Captain Hale Prescott has the means to marry the love of his life and his best friend’s sister. Sidony Harbeck, however, might never to speak to him again. Despite their whispered adolescent promises, he never wrote her a single letter…at least, none he ever sent.

Eight Tiny Flames by Crista McHugh - 1944 Ardennes, WWII
Lt. Ruth Mencher has always secretly admired Capt. Joseph Klein, but it takes the lighting of a Hanukkah candle to uncover the spark of mutual attraction. Each night awakens a new facet of their relationship, but as the Battle of the Bulge begins, the approaching Nazi forces threaten to tear them apart.

Excerpt from Erin’s Gift:

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” The desk sergeant stared down over the huge wooden barrier, his thick Irish brogue filled with amusement. “Miss Harrison, Mr. Packard.” Glancing in Erin’s direction, he added, “Don’t tell me these two have roped another of their Hyde Park friends into skirting the law?” He shook his head and rubbed a meaty hand across his whiskers. “What’s your name, girlie?”

“Erin. Erin O’Mara.”

“Saints be, they’ve drawn a fine Irish lass such as yourself into their sordid business.” The officer turned his attention to Abby.

“I suppose you’ll be wanting to call that shyster brother of yours, now won’t you?”

Abby nodded. “Yes, Officer O’Malley, if you wouldn’t mind.”

O’Malley motioned toward the single phone on the table opposite the desk. “You can give him a call, but you’re going into the tank with the rest of lawbreakers until he gets here. No more special treatment just ‘cause your father’s a councilman. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Abby said. She started toward the desk and then turned back to ask, “Did Mrs. O’Malley have that baby yet, Sergeant?”

“Not yet,” the man acknowledged, shaking his head. “You’d think after ten, they’d just walk out on their own.”

The “tank” as Officer O’Malley had called it was made up of three jail cells, side by side. Women were housed in the first, the middle one sat empty, and the men were placed in the third. The young officer in charge of escorting them to their cells opened the door and motioned them forward. “Miss Abby,” the man said, “I’m surprised to see you back so soon.”

Abby laid her hand against the officer’s smooth cheek. “Oh, Tommy, you know I couldn’t possibly go more than a week or two without seeing your handsome face.”

The cell door had barely shut behind them when two women of questionable virtue began whistling and making wild moaning noises. The older of the two laughed heartily, her amusement ending in a rough-edged cough. “Oh, Tommy,” she whimpered, “I missed you so much.”

“Leave it alone, Kitty,” Officer Tommy warned. “And don’t you be trying to steal anything from these two young ladies.”

The woman called Kitty shook her head. “Don’t want nothing from these swells, Tommy-boy, ‘cept maybe a ciggy if they’ve got one.”

“Not us,” Erin said, shaking her head. “We don’t smoke.”

“Well, la-de-da, aren’t you a couple a good girlies.”

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Like most authors, Nancy began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.

When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five beautiful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

Twitter: @nfraserauthor


Kim Hornsby is offering one luck commenter the choice between an ebook copy of her  Paranormal Suspense THE DREAM JUMPER’S PROMISE or her Contemporary Romance, Short Story THE HUSBAND HUNT – Kat’s Season

And check out this fantastic Christmas Anthology: Christmas by Candlelight - 5 Heartwarming Christmas Stories by 5 Romance Authors, including Bestselling Amazon authors Kim Hornsby and Lori Leger - $3.99 -Less than 80¢ per story!

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Kim's story in the anthology is Christmas in Whistler


Hurt by her ex-husband and his scheming girlfriend, Daria Stark hopes to leave her heartbreak behind during a week-long ski trip over the holidays. Can a sexy frenchman
distract her before she heads home to reality?


Christmas in Whistler always meant snow. That’s what Daria’s friend Joanne said. “Whether man-made for the ski runs, or made in the clouds, there will be snow for Christmas.” 
That was good enough for Daria. This year, she’d need a winter wonderland to distract her and Whistler sounded pretty close to perfect, all things considered. “I’m coming for the holidays.” 

The need to get out of town didn’t rear its ugly head until the reality of Christmas finally hit her on the twenty-third. Her precious little girls were spending Christmas with their father and his girlfriend, who also happened to be the reason the family imploded in the first place. She would be alone, four miles down the road from her daughters. On the not-fair-meter, Daria figured the needle would be spiking near the finish line. But, in the spirit of good mothering, she handed over her cherished girls at nine that morning to a man who’d cheated on her, and the woman he’d done it with. She’d smiled and wished everyone a very Merry Christmas. 

Daria headed to the airport to catch the puddle jumper plane from Seattle to Vancouver, Canada. Armed with a new polar jacket, and snow pants and boots packed away in her suitcase, she guessed she could make it up the sheer face of Mt. Everest quite comfortably in her new getup. She knew she looked like the Michelin Man in so much padding but looking sexy was not on her list of things to do this Christmas.

Silver James has a brand new Christmas story, part of her popular Moonstruck series - AND, she's offering a free Kindle copy of CHRISTMAS MOON or any title in the Moonstruck series. (If the winner does not have a Kindle or Kindle app, a PDF copy will be provided)


The Wolves have been busy since blowing up half of Louisiana. Thanks to the government, there’s a bounty on their heads so they’re living off the grid. But Christmas is here and the kids want to know if Santa will find them this year. Not a problem until the phone call asking them to find and rescue a pregnant girl. On December 20th. In New Mexico. Piece of fruit cake, right?

Walking into a firefight with a drug cartel is never easy, but with Hannah’s wrath and Liam’s first change on the line, Mac and the Wolves face a harder choice—save the girl or save Christmas.

Secrets, lies, and betrayals are more personal under the Christmas moon, and it might just take the magic of Santa to help the Wolves save the day and make it home to their families in time. Because in the end, it’s all about family.

Warning: Santa’s making his list and when the Wolves go into action, they’ll find out who’s naughty and who’s nice.


“Mommy, does that mean Santa won’t find us?” Cody stared up at Annie, his gaze darting between her and Sean.

Picking up a rock, Hannah hurled it against the nearest tree. She muttered curse words, aware of big eyes watching her every move. After counting to a hundred, for the second time, she inhaled deeply, held her breath then exhaled in one long gust. Turning to face the crowd now gathered outside the RV, she slid into her role of commanding officer like a chameleon changing colors.

“It will be okay, Cody. Santa is full of magic and he knows where all the good little boys and girls are sleeping on Christmas Eve. At the rate Liam is going, he’s liable to get coal and switches in his stocking.”

Cody’s eyes widened so much Hannah could see the whites all the way around his pupils.

She closed her eyes briefly then opened them and tried again. “Santa will find us no matter where we are, Cody. And there will be a tree and presents and Christmas dinner.”

“You bet, Cody.” Jacey stepped over to side with Hannah. “I’ll make cinnamon rolls for breakfast and we’ll figure out turkey and dressing and all the trimmings.”

“Olives? I like olives.”

Annie rubbed her son’s shoulder. “Absolutely olives, Cody. The pitted kind and I won’t even fuss if you eat them off the tips of your fingers.”

R.T. Wolfe is offering one lucky commenter a signed, paperback copy of the best selling romantic suspense, Black Creek Burning, Black Creek Series Book 1.  (Only U.S. Residents eligible)

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After six long years, Brianna Chapman is finally able to cope with witnessing the murder of her parents. Then, dead animals start showing up on her doorstep, her tires are slashed and her yard is scorched by an unexplained fire. But Brianna refuses to reopen her parent's six-year-old arson-murder cold case, along with all the old wounds. 

Nathan Reed sees the incidents differently and quietly begins an investigation of his own. As Nathan's and Brianna's lives and passions intertwine, Nathan discovers a painful truth. Brianna's parents weren't the arsonist's target. Brianna was.


As for me, Alicia Dean, I'm featuring my latest release, a recipe, and offering one commenter the choice of ANY Alicia Dean title - Kindle or PDF: (For info on all my books, go to: http://aliciadean.com/books/)

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One man can fulfill her destiny…the other can fulfill her fantasy.

To quell the rise of evil vampires, Liberty Van Helsing must embrace her newfound Hunter destiny. But she has a great deal to learn, and Eli Barkley—the vampire who has been teaching her—has already betrayed her once. Her goal is to shut Eli out of her life and become a better hunter on her own—and to focus on her new romance with hot Australian, Ryan Kelly, a human she can trust.

But when a rogue vampire begins savagely killing young women, the authorities insist Liberty work with Eli to find the murderer. Liberty must overlook Eli’s epic betrayal and find a way to get along with him if they are to stop the unknown maniac and protect innocent lives.

Yet, the more time Liberty spends with Eli, the more her unwanted attraction to him grows. She starts to question her feelings for Ryan—are they real, or could Eli be ‘the one?’ As Eli and Liberty delve further into the murders, clues surface that point to Eli as the culprit. Can she trust him now? Or will she have to plunge a stake into his heart, breaking her own, just when she’s learning to believe in him again?

“Rough night?”
Liberty jumped at the sound of Eli’s voice. Speaking of darkness and evil
She turned a glare on him. He stood directly behind her, hands shoved in his pockets, yet he’d been in the bar only seconds ago.
“Don’t do that,” she snapped. She looked back at the tiki bar. “How the hell did you…?” She shook her head. “Never mind. You’re a vampire. You move with the speed of light.”
He grinned and slanted his upper body toward her. “Yeah, but we’ve got all that darkness brewing inside. Ironic, isn’t it?”
She swung away from him and took hold of the door handle. “Whatever. I’m tired, so you’ll understand if I don’t feel like hanging out and bantering with you. Besides, your dates are waiting for you.”
She snorted a laugh. “No. Sympathetic. Better them than me.”
“Why is it I don’t believe you?”
“Maybe because you’re delusional?” She gave him an overly sweet smile before turning away to jerk the car door open.
“I see you’re still pouting because I didn’t tell you I was once a big, bad vampire.”
“It doesn’t matter. You warned me early on not to trust you. I should have listened.”
“And now you should put on your big girl panties and get over it. You’re a hunter, Liberty. You need to toughen up.”
Toughen up? Was he kidding? She’d risked her life last night, had worked her ass off training, and he was calling her a wimp. To hell with him. She started to slide into the car, but his voice stopped her.
“You can be mad at me all you want, but you can’t completely shut me out.”
“Watch me,” she bit out, not turning around.
“Let me ask you something. What difference would it have made if you’d known in the beginning?”
She slammed the door and whirled on him. “At least I’d have known who—what—I was dealing with.”
“Would you still have let me train you?”
“I’m not sure. But I had the right to know. To have all the facts before making that decision.”
“If you had chosen not to let me train you, how do you think you would have fared last night? Not knowing the truth was for your own good.”
She gave a bitter laugh. “Yeah, and I’m sure you’re all about what’s best for me.”
“Look, you’re going to have to put all that behind you. Like it or not, you still need me.”
“No, I don’t. I’ll keep practicing. I’ll be fine.”
“You can’t take that chance. If I hadn’t saved your ass last night, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
Just like him to throw that in her face. She huffed out a sigh of irritation. “Thanks, but from here on out, I can take care of myself.”
He stepped closer, backing her up to the door. The only way she could get away from him was to climb inside the car. But she didn’t.
“What’s wrong?” He raised his eyebrows, amusement lifting the corners of his mouth. “Are you afraid of me now?”
She tilted her chin up and met his eyes. Eyes that were molten grey in the semi-darkness. “Not afraid. Pissed off. There’s a difference.”
He chuckled. “Well, it’s nice to know I have an effect on you.” His gaze dropped to her throat. “Your pulse is beating like crazy. Right here.” He stroked a finger down her neck, sending heat skittering over her flesh. Damn him. She sucked in a breath and clenched her teeth.
“I can see it.” He dropped his hand, and his gaze locked onto hers. “No matter how much you’d like to be, you’re not immune to me, Liberty Van Helsing.”
She swallowed hard, trying to slow her racing pulse. “I need to get home. Let me go.”
His lips curved in a grin, and his voice lowered to a near whisper. “I’m not touching you.”

An easy and yummy recipe:










  1. Wow, so much to choose from!! To read AND to eat :) Thanks so much, ladies, for your fabulous offers and books. This is going to be a fun month of reading for all our busy readers who need a little holiday break from the hub-bub and want something juicy and fulfilling (I'm talking the books AND the food!), so great job! :)

    1. Thank you! So glad you enjoyed the post. Yes, we all need a holiday break for sure!

  2. This is an awesome giveaway ladies! Good luck with it. I'm copying some recipes. :)

    1. Thanks, Calisa. Hope you enjoy the recipes!

  3. I'd love to be entered! laurie@authorlaurielarsen.com in the good ole USA.

    1. Thank you, Laurie. We have your good ole USA entry :)

  4. After just one taste, I was addicted to Callie Hutton's Christmas Crack. BEWARE: her novels are every bit as addicting!

    1. It is great, isn't it, Anna? I tried to make it and it didn't turn out like hers :-(

  5. What a feast! Thank you for sharing your wonderful books and recipes. I could spend all day on this site :-)

    1. It's our pleasure, Joanna. Thank you so much for dropping by.

  6. Lovely post, Alicia. Thank you for including me!
    -R.T. Wolfe

    1. You're welcome...thank you for participating.

  7. All the books sound great and I even have some of them. ;) Can't wait to try the Christmas Crack! Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and more wonderful books in 2014.

    1. Thank you Jess - I hope your Crack turns out better than mine did. Callie's was DELISH! Merry Christmas to you too!

  8. Now I'm in the Christmas mood. Time to go put up my Christmas houses--an all day event!

    1. I REALLY need to decorate. Maybe this weekend will be a good time to do it while I'm perhaps hibernating due to bad weather. Thanks for stopping by!

  9. We put up decorations on December 1st, and growing up, my mom always made tortierre for Christmas Eve dinner. Now, I have to coax the recipe from her, so I can make my own. ;)

    1. Hmmmm. Tortierre? Never heard of it. Good luck if you try making your own!

    2. It's French Canadian meat pie, or Canadian pork pie. LOL And I found some recipes on Pinterest which sound the same, so I'm going to try it. :)

  10. Santa has already visited Beach Read Authors' followers! Wow, what an extravaganza of amazing books to read, authors to follow, yummy recipes, and sharing Christmas memories! This is my favorite time of year for so many reasons, but the short list, the decorations, especially the lights, fellowship of family and friends, and the reason for the season, to name a few. This is a busy time of year and each one of you have taken the time to give something special from your heart. That's awesome!

    1. Thank you, Susan. There are many things I love about the season too. I appreciate you stopping by!

  11. I agree with Susan JP Owens. With all the extras included, the blog feels like a gift to readers! Thank you to all the authors!

  12. You're welcome, Ann. Thank you for checking us out. :)

  13. im going to have to try the chicken recipe it looks good! (seminordic @ gmail .com

    im in rainy England

  14. Hi Angela, it really is good. And so simple. Ah, rainy England. Sounds great to me. I'm in snowy Oklahoma right now, LOL. I love rain, and I would love to visit England! We have you in the drawing. Thanks so much!

  15. I have to decide which recipe to try first. Thanks for the recipes and the giveaways.

  16. I've been coming here and lurking on and off over the past few days. Well, what can I say, except that you're all terribly talented, and as others have already said, this blog is terrific and definitely a gift to everyone who visits. My only problem: I've got to stop reading the recipes. They keep making me drool. Anyway, well done, ladies, and thank you all for contributing your excerpts, recipes (and, of course, giveaways) to it, and to us.

  17. Enjoyed the recipes. Here's hoping I get to enjoy one of the giveaways.

  18. Sorry I didn't reply to you ladies yesterday. I had a busy Saturday. Thank you SO much for dropping in, and for the kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed, best of luck to you wall, and I am about to draw names.....

  19. Thanks for hosting this recipe thread... I would like to share some recipes with you, see this http://www.luluhypermarket.com/GoodLife/food-recipe-of-the-week.html