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Short of funds, Gareth proposes to wager for love. Does Gideon dare play out this hand?

Gideon Westwood is passing time at a debutante ball when he encounters a man from his past he'd give anything to avoid.

Unfortunately for him, Gareth Belmain isn't in the mood to be pushed aside. 
A wager leads to a walk in the garden and a kiss to angry words.

Will a public challenge put an end to any hope they might have for a future together?


"If you're short of funds, I don't wish to gamble with you for money."

Gareth smirked, painted lips twisting. "Such an honorable man you are. Fine then, if we shall not play for money, then we play for love."

A chill washed over Gideon. He shifted on the delicate chair, fearing it might splinter if he abused it too much. "For love?"

Gareth whispered, "You were used to love me dearly. We could play for that." Gideon's dismay must have shown on his face, and again he cursed his inability to master the stoic boredom society expected of its young men and women.

"Or maybe not. What stakes would you care to play for, my Corinthian friend?"

The sardonic emphasis on Corinthian hurt a bit, as he had no doubt that Gareth intended it to. It angered Gideon that Gareth held such power over him still, to arouse his emotions, his body this way. Instead of answering the question Gareth had asked, he let his hurt and anger have sway. "Why are you without funds? Too many hours of shopping in Bond Street, my dear?"

Gareth's blue eyes flickered and his narrow jaw tightened. Gideon's gaze focused on the tight pinch of his full lips. Those lips had touched his... He bit back a curse as his pantaloons grew uncomfortably tight. "Fuck." The coarse word was a hoarse whisper that he hoped no one else picked up on.

Gareth's tension faded and his eyes sparkled with mirth. "No, dear heart. A gentleman never pays his tailor before his gaming debts. If you must know, I played a little too deep the other night at that new hell, off Curzon street."

The lure of cards had always been impossible for Gareth to resist. They'd often played together at school and through long rainy days at home. So Gideon knew that Gareth might be susceptible to the lure of the cards, but he wasn't a bad player. While losing wasn't unheard of, it was rare. "I can float you a bit till quarter day if you like." Gideon offered.

"Kind of you, but no. If you were inclined to lose to me, that would be one thing. But I am not in need of charity." The cards were snapped down onto the table sharply. "Cut."


Crawl in Bed With Morgan King

Crawling Into Bed With Morgan King
And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

100% Egyptian cotton,the pattern is purple and lime green peacock feathers.

What are you wearing?

Something that clearly doesn't go with the sheets - a cow onesie. My mother bought it for me for Christmas and it's so cold here I'm actually wearing it. Worn over black lace cami and knickers though.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

Yorkshire puddings filled with cream cheese and strawberries. Sorry it's my favourite.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

Books, chocolates, and the key to a locked case.

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

For some reason I rotate the covers so that they are always side on by morning.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

Well of course, how considerate of you to ask first!

What are we reading? Duty to Love,


A craftily worded contract and fate finds Arthur, Earl of Hentonbury, having to marry not the lady he expected but her younger sister Amelia, the woman he knows his brother James loves and hoped to marry. Arthur cares for both Amelia and James how can he choose between his love for them and his duty?
James may be the younger son, but he has taken leave from the Army and will fight for Amelia.
Torn between her feelings for two brothers Amelia wishes to marry Arthur but can't bear to lose James.
Is there any chance the three of them can find happiness together? Will duty or love win out?


Arthur was in his study but not alone.

The two men must have sensed an intrusion, her approaching presence, for they turned to face her. Their faces became animated upon seeing her, giving smiles so similar she felt the weight of their combined warmth pulling an upwards movement from her own lips.
“James!” she uttered his name on a cry before racing forward and flinging herself into his arms. Unprepared his arms brushed her sides and hung around her back in a low, loose hold.

Sensing his discomfort Amelia shifted back to look at him, then turned to Arthur. Were they upset with her? Now she was to be married to him, was Arthur concerned that she might appear overly familiar with James?

She had thought James might be happy for her and Arthur. She would not be wedded to some stranger, moving to live far away; they could carry on, the three of them, friends as before.

Things weren't the same, though; faced with two men, tension stiffening their postures, expressions equally tight, Amelia realized she had been naive. Marrying Arthur might well mean the end of her friendship with James. They could no longer be frequently in each other’s company, completely at ease with each other, for she would belong to Arthur. A married woman was an entirely different prospect for a friend than a young girl running wild.

When Amelia had imagined James coming back from the Army and herself entering society, she had pictured them enjoying the season together, James, with his dashing good humor, providing light relief from the monotony of town entertainments. Now she would not be having a season, and James, while as dashing as ever, did not appear in good humor.
“I'm sorry, Arthur, I did not think. It's James. You know I would not be so improper with anyone else.” She took a step back from James, glancing at Arthur anxiously.

“Except me?” Arthur's tone sounded pointedly hopeful, and Amelia realized he was teasing her.

Amelia grinned. “Except you.” It used to be that James was the only one who teased her. Even when the three of them had larked around together Arthur had always been the voice of caution, unintentionally acting as a springboard to James and Amelia's rebellion.  Recently Arthur had begun to tease Amelia, and every time he did it added to the feeling of warmth that centered inside her when Arthur was near.

Had James noticed the changes in Arthur?

Amelia turned to look at James just as she felt him tug her back into his embrace. “Come here, you little hellion.”

This time he held her tight, her breasts pressed flush to his chest and his hands cupping her hips. For all their previous play together Amelia had never been held like this before. It was no casual embrace; it seemed full of intent. 

Amelia only realized James' s intent when he leaned down and guided his lips to hers. The initial pressure was fairytale light, unexpected, and led to everything she'd hoped a kiss could be.

It was teasing, playful; his lips glided against hers in subtle movements, retreating then advancing into firmer contact. There was a little nip of teeth and a quick taste with the tip of his tongue.

Amelia let herself be kissed, and she reveled in the flurry of sensations her lips were experiencing. Greedy for more she let her hands roam freely over James's back, tracing the shape of his muscles, over his powerful shoulders to the unclothed skin of his nape.
James's hands tightened on her, pulling her closer, until their hips pressed as close as their chests. Amelia felt breathless, heady. It was a novel sensation. She'd never been one for allowing her corset to be laced too tight. She'd never imagined Arthur could make her feel like fainting.

But, oh God, it wasn't Arthur kissing her. Amelia jerked trying to free herself of James's hold. Arthur was watching her. He was watching her kiss another man. She was kissing her fiancé's brother while he watched.

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Red Wine Mushroom Quesadillas

Tasty Mushroom Quesadillas


1/4 cup butter
1/2 tablespoon flour
1 button mushrooms, sliced
1/2 cup dry red wine
3/4 cup broth
1/2 onion, chopped
1 tablespoon minced fresh garlic
1 1/2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce
salt and pepper to taste


 Melt butter in a skillet over medium heat.
Whisk in flour until smooth
Whisk in wine, broth, Worcestershire sauce until smooth
Add in mushrooms and onions.
Cook over medium heat until mushrooms and onions are tender, stirring occasionally.

We serve this over rice, or as a side dish to beef at times.
When there's leftovers, I do this:

Heat griddle. Grease lightly. Place on tortilla flat in the pan. Using a slotted spoon so the juices will drain, spoon a layer of mushrooms on the tortilla. Add a sprinkling of Monterrey jack or mozzarella cheese. Top with another tortilla.
Flip when bottom is crisped.

Remove from heat when cheese is melted. Let cool for a minute, then slice and serve with the warmed sauce form the mushrooms, sour cream, or a salsa.

Add in mushrooms, wine, broth, onion, garlic and Worcestershire sauce; cook until the mushrooms are tender and the sauce thickens, stirring occasionally (about 40 minutes).



Top Five : Quotes I love from Shelley


Perhaps one of my favorite all time poets, just for the sheer beauty of the way he put words together, is Percy Shelley. Shelley was a major Romantic poet, so of course we were introduced to him in school. I'd have to say he was one of my first literary crushes. 

And quite possibly one of the longest standing. 

Ever Faithful, that's me.  

Here are a few of my favorite lines from his work. 

All love is sweet,
Given or returned. Common as light is love,
And its familiar voice wearies not ever."

Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle —
Why not I with thine?

The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom;

Age cannot Love destroy,
But perfidy can blast the flower,
Even when in most unwary hour
It blooms in Fancy’s bower.

“Teach us, Sprite or Bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine:
I have never heard / Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.”


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The 1950’s – when Rock was born.

Join Total E-Bound and a fabulous collection of authors as they appropriate some of these iconic songs for a 50’s Mixed Tape Anthology:

Walkin’ After Midnight by Hank Edwards - Floyd has trouble staying interested in men, but meeting Gavin changes everything. Until Floyd learns his boss is dating Gavin. Now Floyd wants him more.

Chantilly Lace by Em Woods – Shea Laporte is a twenty-four year-old professional twink. He gets his way with a bat of his eyelashes and a swish of his hips. Coffee bars, nightclubs and late, lazy mornings in bed are routine for him. But neighbor Murk Rouse finds out appearances aren't everything...

Rush Around the Clock by Silvia Violet – Finn McMurphy convinces himself his spoiled dogs are all the company he needs. Until he meets his sexy new neighbor, Crawford, and everything changes.

His Dream Lover by Lee Brazil – In a private hospital room, motionless and still beneath a sheet, lies Joseph Caldwell. Anesthesiologist Oliver Gideon is racked with guilt and confusion. Could he have somehow done something wrong?

It’s Only Make Believe by Havan Fellows – Acting out or acting up, Dyer's whole life has been nothing but a game of make believe. When he needs his best friend's gay brother Derrick to help him land the role of a lifetime, the line between fantasy and reality doesn't just blur, it disappears altogether.

The Line by Angel Martinez - Rafael Schiller, vampire and sexual god without peer, believes he’s the top of the food chain, until a bizarre creature feeding in an alley scares the deathless hell out of him.

Come join the party this October for songs that inspired the last fifty years of music and stories that’ll melt your old 45’s!

Be Yourself

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955