Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Recipe: Crock Pot Breakfast Migas

Breakfast Migas Crock Pot


  •     Plastic slow cooker liner
  • 1  pound  bulk breakfast sausage, browned and drained
  • 1  4.5-ounce package  tostada shells, coarsely broken
  • 3/4  cup  chopped red sweet pepper (1 medium)
  • 1/2  cup  chopped onion (1 medium)
  • 1  4-ounce can  diced green chiles
  • 12    eggs, or 3-1/2 cups refrigerated or frozen egg product
  • 1  10.75-ounce can  condensed fiesta nacho cheese soup
  • 1/4  teaspoon  ground black pepper
  • 2    avocados, chopped
  • 2  cups  refrigerated fresh salsa
  • 1  8-ounce carton  dairy sour cream


1. Line a 3-1/2 or 4-quart slow cooker with a plastic slow cooker liner. In a very large bowl, combine sausage, broken tostada shells, sweet pepper, onion, and undrained diced green chiles. In a large bowl, whisk together eggs, soup, and pepper. Pour over sausage mixture; transfer to prepared slow cooker.
2. Cover and cook on low-heat setting for 5 to 6 hours. Serve mixture garnished with avocados, salsa, and sour cream. Makes 6 servings.

Nutrition Facts

  • Servings Per Recipe 6 servings
  • Calories591,
  • Total Fat (g)37,
  • Saturated Fat (g)13,
  • Monounsaturated Fat (g)10,
  • Polyunsaturated Fat (g)3,
  • Cholesterol (mg)482,
  • Sodium (mg)1578,
  • Carbohydrate (g)33,
  • Total Sugar (g)7,
  • Fiber (g)7,
  • Protein (g)31,
  • Vitamin C (DV%)61,
  • Calcium (DV%)19,
  • Iron (DV%)17,
  • Percent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet
 Note from Lena-- I'll skip the tostada shells to save carbs. If I can't find the nacho cheese soup, I may use Velveeta cubes instead.

Lena Austin

Monday, September 27, 2010

Rainbow Reviews and Dire Wolves: Silence

Woohoo! I got a great review at Rainbow Reviews today!

The following new reviews have been posted today:

J.M. Snyder

Rainbow Reviews
... GLBT book reviews regardless of genre

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Lena Austin

Fw: Silence Review Posted

Woohooo!! My first review for Silence just posted!! Thank you Literary Nymphs, especially Chocolate Minx!

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Sunday, September 26, 2010

Recipe: Apple Caramel Pie in the Crock Pot

Apple Carmel Pie

Sue Hamilton, Minooka, IL
Makes 8-10 servings
Prep. Time: 5 minutes
Cooking Time: 3 hours
Ideal slow-cooker size: 4- to 5-qt.

2-crust refrigerated pie dough pkg.
2 22-oz. cans apple pie filling
1 tsp. cinnamon
12 caramel candies

1. Press one crust into half the bottom of a cold slow cooker, and an inch or so up half its interior side. Overlap by ¼ inch the second crust with the first crust in center of slow cooker bottom. Press remainder of second crust an inch or so up the remaining side of the cooker. Press seams flat where two crusts meet.
2. Cover. Cook on High 1½ hours.
3. In a bowl, mix together pie filling, cinnamon, and caramels.
4. Pour mixture into hot crust.
5. Cover. Cook on High an additional 1½ hours.
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Friday, September 17, 2010

Recipe: Spicy Cheese Soup

Well, ol' Lena needs to get ready for the menfolks to come home. Starting about 4:30 PM, they stumble in the door, pitifully hungry. I think I'll treat them with some cheese biscuits to go with their Spicy Cheese Soup

Spicy Cheese Soup

1 lb processed cheese, cubed (like Velveeta)
1 lb ground beef, cooked and drained
1 can (8-3/4 oz) whole kernel corn, undrained
1 can (4-oz) green chiles, chopped
1 can (14 oz) diced tomatoes with green chiles
1 can (14 oz) stewed tomatoes
1 envelope taco seasoning
Corn chips for garnish, optional

Combine all ingredients in slow cooker, and cook on Low 4-5 hours. Serve with corn chips if desired.

Original recipe in Rival Crock Pot 3-in-1 Cookbook. ISBN: 978-1-4127-2584-2
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

ADULT ONLY Excerpt: BDSM Day-- All Wrapped Up: Bonds of Matrimony

All Wrapped Up Vol. 3: Bonds of Matrimony by Lena  Austin
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All Wrapped Up Vol. 3: Bonds of Matrimony

by Lena AustinCover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-59596-670-4
Genre(s): Futuristic, Sci-Fi, BDSM
Theme(s): Interracial, All Wrapped Up
Series: All Wrapped Up Multi-Author
Length: Novella
Would you give up everything -- money, power, and even your old life -- to save your marriage?
Realizing her obsession with her job is destroying her marriage -- and her life -- Million Dollar Millicent, real estate entrepreneur and all around bitch, books a fantasy vacation for herself and her husband Alex on a tropical playground planet. It’s a place where your deepest desires come true -- even if you’re not sure what they are.
Alex has had enough of living with a hellcat who jumps at the sound of a ringing com unit. They’ve become a dysfunctional pair bond, and he'd give anything to have things the way they were when they were just poor students with no prospects. Worse, if Millicent knew his true fantasies, she'd be running, rather than trying to mend the breach between them.
But Millicent has some hidden fantasies of her own -- and she and Alex aren’t as mismatched as they think. http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=649

All Wrapped Up 3: Bonds of Matrimony
Lena Austin
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A tall male human wearing ancient livery from about eighteenth century Europe herded them all inside into a climate-controlled hall of gargantuan proportions. Alex would have killed for three minutes to study the art and architecture, but they were ushered directly into a room where another human male lounged on a Greco-Roman couch, spanking a naked female.
The female, as pale-skinned as Alex, writhed but did not appear interested in escape. Indeed, her blonde hair obscured her face, but her hands fondled her exposed breasts in sexual pleasure with every stroke of the palmetto fan paddle on her pink buttocks. Her gasps and soft cries of pleasure were clearly audible.
The male, dressed only in a pair of cream-colored loose pants, was a burly man of truly mixed heritage. His skin was a perfect dark tan, and his musculature spectacular. Like Alex, he wore his black hair on his shoulders, though his was tied with a simple thong at the back.
Even Alex felt a moment of desire, and he normally was not interested in other males. His cock hardened, and Alex glanced around at their fellow guests, slightly embarrassed. He need not have worried. From the glazed looks, hardened nipples, tented trousers, and other evidence, the sight affected all of them. Apparently, he wasn’t the only deviant among the guests. Even his wife panted and squeezed his hand with every stroke of the fan.
Their shepherd stepped forward hastily, arresting the spanker’s attention. “My deepest apologies, Master Augustine. They did not mean to interrupt your pleasures. Would you prefer to greet our guests later at dinner?”
Rendol Augustine surveyed them all with perfect calm before turning his attention to their guide. “No, Delos. Let them stay and watch.” He smiled impartially at them all and gave the lovely lady another spank. “They are all voyeurs to a certain extent. And --” One of his fingers dipped into his victim’s sex and came up glistening before he licked it off. “-- some get off on being watched.”
The blonde lifted her head to reveal perfect features and blue eyes so light as to be almost colorless. A rare genotype to be sure. She smiled at them all before putting her head back down, clearly implying she did enjoy being the center of the display.
Master Augustine slapped one rosy buttock with his bare hand. “I caught Tira here playing in the dildo collection. Hardly a crime worth calling the authorities, wouldn’t you say? But definitely in need of some form of punishment, so I chose to mete out justice on my own.” He delivered another stinging blow to the other cheek. “Naughty girls mustn’t play in the Master’s toys without permission.”
Tira squirmed and panted out, “Yes, Master.”
Millicent leaned back against his chest, almost as if her legs would not hold her further. Her breaths were coming so hard and fast, Alex feared she’d faint.
Almost automatically, his right hand fondled his wife’s soft breast through her bikini top. Alex could claim perhaps that he reacted to the scene in front of him, but deep inside he knew he wanted to mimic every action that brought the blonde to orgasm.
His fellow attendees seemed just as affected. Alex was not the only partner unabashedly fondling their mate, though he had to avert his eyes from the two females. Alex was a throwback enough to admit he enjoyed that display more than he cared to admit publicly.
Millicent was not so inhibited. She seemed to frankly relish every act going on around them, though her eyes repeatedly strayed back to their host and his victim. Her nipples were harder than asteroids, and her breathing matched the blonde’s panting cries for orgasm.
In response to that unspoken plea, Alex rolled and pinched Millicent’s nipples while his left hand crept inside her bikini pants to pinch her round bottom. The scent of female musk filled the room, fueling their passions. Alex no longer cared who saw them, and he doubted most sincerely if anyone else cared if the meet and greet with Rendol Augustine turned into an orgy.
In fact, several of the guests removed clothing, stripping without anyone else batting an eyelash. Several couples hit the floor or bent one partner over the furnishings. The two male partners made use of a delicate footstool. Alex hoped the little gold and cream thing could stand the abuse. Panting and bedroom language filled the air.
Millicent herself reached up and yanked on the string holding her bikini top around her rib cage, all the while writhing in time to every pinch he made to each buttock cheek. “Yes, Alex. More, please. More.”
Happy to oblige, Alex tugged at the string holding her bikini on her dark hips, and shoved it down until it fell to her ankles. He eyed the sofa and coffee table directly in front of them. The top of the sofa was softly plump, perfect for bending his long-legged wife over. After a short debate as to whether to put his wife on her back and eat her soft flesh until she screamed or put her over the sofa for a fuck and spank, Alex decided on the latter. After all, the spanking turned her on. So why not indulge her fantasy?
Rendol Augustine’s eyes seemed to glow for a moment when Alex threw his darkling wife over his cream colored sofa and imitated his every wallop on the blonde’s now bright pink ass. He nodded, smiled, and slowed down to show him every choice of where to spank for maximum impact.
The rest of his fellow guests indulged their own sexual preferences shamelessly. The slap of flesh, exhortations of, “Deeper, harder, faster,” and the scent of sexual indulgences filled the room. The orgy was in full swing, with even Delos having been called upon to indulge one female’s preference for two males at once. Their shepherd’s cock slid down her throat while her partner stuffed her pussy with his equally hard cock. Alex hoped the furnishings in the room were sturdy enough, but he need not have concerned himself. Rendol Augustine owned the entire Class M planet. He probably gave the furniture not one second of thought.
The blonde in Rendol’s lap now squirmed in earnest. “Master, please! I beg forgiveness. Please, please fuck me. I beg for your cock.”
Millicent squeaked with every smack on her beautiful ass, but those tiny squeaks brought back fond memories of their student days. Alex knew that sound was pleasure-based, a remnant of those days when they had to be quiet or risk discovery. Her hand reached backwards, fumbling for his cock to fondle.
Alex kept his aching rod out of reach deliberately. This was all about her, for the moment. He wanted her to beg for release, just as the blonde on Rendol Augustine’s lap did. His discomfort was unimportant. Besides, he was having fun. For once, Alex was in total control, and he luxuriated in the novelty.
Millicent and the blonde Tira groaned simultaneously. The sound echoed around the room from many of the participants. The slap of flesh on flesh grew in frequency, matching the music that filtered through a hidden sound system. “Can-Can” was the name, if Alex remembered his ancient art studies. The musical beat was perfectly matched by the sexual beat.
With his free hand, Alex checked Millicent’s readiness for sex and found her hot and wet, so ready in fact that she squealed when he touched her. Pleased he’d produced a new reaction from her, Alex slid his fingertip from her vagina to her clit, using her own lubrication.
Rendol snatched Tira from his lap and stood, his pants showing an impressive erection beneath the thin fabric. He put the red-cheeked blonde on the floor and permitted her to remove his trousers. “With your teeth.”
“Yes, Master.” Tira obeyed, clasping her hands behind her back and using tongue and teeth to perform the service.
“Please! Oh, please!” Millicent’s throaty pleas had enough desperation to excite any man.
Briefly, Alex debated putting her on her knees before him, but they often did that trying to get him erect. He wanted nothing of their past to spoil the moment. These circumstances required something different. Alex bit his lip and risked a stinging slap on his wife’s rear. “Quiet. Be still.”
“Oh!” After one jerk, Millicent turned her head to let him see one amused brown eye. She put her head down until her braids obscured her face. Then, to his astonishment, she giggled.
“Million Dollar” Millicent Devereaux had giggled. His jaw dropped, and Alex tried to wrap his mind around the concept that she seemed to enjoy what he’d done. Alex yanked his pants down, anxious to enjoy this new development.
Rendol’s lips twitched as he caught Alex’s gaze. Then he winked and grabbed a handful of Tira’s sunshine hair. “Assume the same position as our guests on the sofa, Tira. Both of you ladies will be fucked together.”
Tira obeyed with such speed, Alex thought she’d vault over the back of the sofa. As soon as her blonde hair tumbled to grace the creamy cushions, she grabbed Millicent’s hand and squeezed.
Millicent, normally not demonstrative of emotions, squeezed back and exchanged a grin with her couch companion.
Rendol kicked off his pants and sauntered over to join them, his eyes surveying the other guests with cool assessment. When he’d positioned himself behind his lovely victim, he grinned in a comradely fashion at him. “Shall we?”
Alex entered into the spirit of the orgy. “Yes, let’s. The ladies have earned a little reward, haven’t they?”
Two giggles erupted from their sun and shadow darlings. Both wriggled in anticipation, their sexes pinkly gleaming and ready.
Their host virtually purred. “If they haven’t, they will.” He looked down at Millicent. “Won’t they?”
Unbelievably, Alex heard Millicent reply in a soft, feminine voice. “Yes, Master Augustine. Yes, Master Alex.”

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Monday, September 13, 2010

On September 16, Werewolves Bite@ TRS Party

On the evening of September 16th, I'll celebrate at the TRS Release Party, and I'll be giving away a "Werewolves Bite!" necklace.

Here are some pictures. (I'm an author, not a photographer, okay?)

Lena Austin

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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Fw: Pokey's Sharing a Cool Secret for making Holiday Ornaments

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My Recipe for No-sew Snowflakes

quilting arts gifts snowflakesIt's no secret I'm a surface design junkie. Over the years, I have amassed an overflowing stash of fabrics that have been dyed, printed, screened, stamped, and stenciled.

Not only do I despair of ever using these fabrics up in art quilts, I have to admit that some of them aren't quite art quilt-worthy.

I also have to admit that, being a surface design junkie, I also collect a ton of objects that could be used in surface design.

A category of those objects is cookie cutters—implements that I can assure you will never be used in the presence of butter and sugar. Soy wax, maybe.

So you can imagine my delight when I figured out a way to use these extra fabrics and some snowflake cookie cutters that were gathering dust together to get a jump start on my holiday decorations. I created no-sew snowflake ornaments that are a snap to make, and I'm sharing the secret for making them with you.

In fact, if you have an Accuquilt GO! Fabric Cutter, you can whip up a batch of these cool beauties even faster. I explain the process with the fabric cutter in the
2010-2011 issue of Quilting Arts Gifts, but I can't wait to share the instructions for the cookie cutter version, so here it is.

No-sew Fabric Ornaments
By Pokey Bolton

  • Scraps of fabric
  • Fusible web
  • Stiff interfacing
  • Iron and ironing surface
  • Fabric scissors
  • Awl
  • Eyelets and eyelet setting tools
  • Decorative ribbon (at least 7" for hanging)
  • Cookie cutters with holiday themes
  • Fabric marker
Making the snowflakes

1. Sift through your stash of fabrics and look for areas that have interesting patterns that you'd like to feature on your ornaments.

2. Following the manufacturer's instructions, adhere fusible web to the back side of the fabric with your iron.

3. Iron the fused fabric to a piece of stiff interfacing.

4. Take another piece of fabric, apply fusible web, and iron it to the other side of the interfacing so that it is double sided.

5. Place a holiday-themed cookie cutter on top of the stiffened fabric and trace the design using a fabric marker, then cut it out.

Attaching the ribbon

1. Mark a dot on your fabric ornament where you would like the ribbon to loop through for hanging.

2. With your awl, poke a small circle.

3. Using your eyelet setting tools, hammer the eyelet in place.

4. Loop the ribbon through the eyelet, and tie the ends in a bow.

Voila! Your ornament is ready to be hung on the tree, and your surface design efforts were put to excellent use.

There are lots of make-it-quick projects like this in the new issue of Quilting Arts Gifts, as well as more complex gift-giving and home décor ideas for the holidays and beyond. Be sure to get your copy before—like your favorite cookie—they're all gone!

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The 2010-11 issue of Quilting Arts Gifts offers you seven Make-it-Quick! ideas that are a snap to make, leaving you more time to enjoy the season and bask in all the compliments you'll get for your creativity.

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Saturday, September 11, 2010

PG13 ADULT Excerpt: Blue Rose by Lena Austin (erotic, GLBT, Menage)

Did you know I consider this book my magnum opus? I present to you my greatest achievement to date:

Blue Rose

Author: Lena Austin
Artist: Renee George
ISBN: 978-1-60168-183-6
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Publisher: Aspen Mountain Press
Publication Date: 02/06/09
Sexual Content: Erotic/M/M/Menage

Buy Link: http://www.aspenmountainpress.com/fantasy/fantasy/blue-rose/prod_213.html

Ever read Dante's Inferno? The old boy must have a new nickname—Pinwheel—for all the turning over in his grave he's doing.  
     This time the tourists in Hell are a poisoned warrior princess and her two suitor princes, both of whom have secrets of their own. Their guide is not a gentle philosopher-poet, but a sassy demon with his own reasons for being their escort through all nine levels. They have to find the blue rose in the deepest part of Hell and make it into an antidote potion before the next full moon or the princess dies.  
     Things have changed a little—okay, a lot—since old Dante made his visit. Hell is timeless, existing in all times simultaneously. Along the way they'll meet the Furies, a little thief named Dodger, a few gods and goddesses, and step over Satan's chewing gum and they're getting quite an education in the process.  But time is running out for the princess....


At long last, her father stood, signaling with a wave that the dancing would begin. Servants rushed to obey, but Zara rescued the bowl of grapes and hid it in a niche behind a tapestry. It would serve her well to have a cool, sweet treat to see her through the hours of dancing ahead.

Defiantly, she popped another into her mouth and grinned like a conspirator at Prince Kennit when he hid a large goblet in the same niche. He leaned over to whisper, "I shall share my water, if you share your grapes."

Nodding agreement, Zara allowed her father to sweep her into his arms for the opening dance. At least dancing quickened the heart and brought a flush to one's cheeks. She would take what she could get in the way of exercise. Undoubtedly by now the stablemen had their orders to tell her that her stallion had a rock in his hoof, a sprain in his foreleg, or any other lie to forestall her riding him away, even for an hour.

No sooner did her father relinquish her hand than a dance slate was pressed into her palm by the seneschal, who'd kindly–he thought—taken a list of partners for her. She glanced down, and read quickly. No prince was permitted more than two dances in a row with her, though there were conspicuous empty spots left on the list for her to discreetly signify her choice by permitting more than two dances with any prince that caught her eye.

Naturally, Prince Bram the Perfect was first on the list. King Ragnar was making his preferences perfectly clear. She was beginning to hate that word.

Zara handed the slate back to the seneschal with a nod of thanks, and raised her arms for Prince Bram to take her back out on the floor. She ignored the tremble in her stomach, and told her fears to settle. He may be boring, but he was the best choice so far.

But her stomach did not settle. It rumbled and grew worse. Her face felt flushed and her fingertips felt as if they were ice cold. She could no longer feel her feet, and every step became an agonizingly icy stab. Zara persevered, knowing it was likely she'd caught some small illness from all the newcomers. Tomorrow, she promised herself a morning of rest.

Many of the older courtiers retired, including most of the contenders after one dance with her. The drunkards stumbled through a dance with her before being discreetly removed by the staff, and the oldsters confessed themselves quite worn out and retired from the field. Only one contender had to be threatened with being fed his balls before he stopped fondling her, so Zara thought she got off lucky.

Finally, only Prince Bram and Prince Kennit remained. Kennit took pity on her feverish face and asked that a small table be set near one of the open windows, permitting a cool breeze to dry the sweat pouring from Zara's brow.

Prince Bram, not to be outdone, fetched her grapes from their hiding place and fed them to her one by one, pausing only when she turned and shared Prince Kennit's goblet.

Finding a common subject to discuss had been difficult, for they, all three, had vastly different interests. The three of them settled on a card game made fashionable in Bram's kingdom the previous summer, and he taught them to play "Bell and Candle" with enthusiasm.

Zara noted their differing styles with interest. Bram played with reckless abandon, bluffing and making daring plays to get desired sets of matches. Kennit played with care and precision, rarely making a bluff but devastating when he did because it was unexpected. She counted the cards and noted the matches already made, and could guess at what would be dealt next. Between them, they rang the bell provided by the staff equally well.

Soon, Zara's illness began to tell upon her. She fought her wavering eyesight and surreptitiously wiped the sweat pouring from her brow, using the ruse of setting the water and grapes on the ledge of the open window to cool them as an excuse for sticking her face in the wind as much as possible, even if the breeze seemed to stick a thousand icy needles in her skin. It dried her sweat and made her appear less like an apple-cheeked peasant, didn't it?

Kennit had escorted her to the window, ostensibly to get a drink for himself from the goblet. He leaned close and whispered, "You are ill, Zara. End this charade and stop teasing. Pick Bram and have done. Go to bed. Your wedding and bedding of his perfection can wait a few more days."

Zara planted her trembling hands on the ledge and ate another grape for its cool sweetness in her hot, dry throat. The floor seemed wreathed in smoke. How odd. Was there fog and the window allowed it entry? Shame washed over her as she realized that's what both the princes thought–that she was teasing and being coy. How wrong they were! "I'm not teasing, Kennit. I can't decide." The fog rose higher, swirling around her thighs. She reached up to close the shutter, and her hand met only air.

Bram's chair scraped. "Watch her. She's going out the window!"

Kennit's hand closed about her wrist. "Stop, Zara. Stop. If you can't choose, then go to bed. None of us will die before the morrow."

Zara swayed and fell into Kennit's arms. "Pardon. Are you sure, Kennit? Why can't you be perfect too?" The fog wrapped around her and enveloped her.

His soft voice was the last she heard. "I am. I'm perfectly me, and that's all I want to be."

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