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» Thursday, December 24, 2015

Whew, cooking and shopping have sidetracked me for the last few days - I can't believe it's already Christmas Eve!

Today I'll round out the list of Icelandic Yule Lads I've been neglecting

Dec 22 - Doorway Sniffer
Hangs out in your doorway sniffing for baked goods. Guard your cookies!

Dec 23 - Meat Hook
Tries to grab your holiday ham and turkey with the hook on the end of his stick. Beware!

Dec 24 - Candle Stealer
Don't get burned by this Christmas Eve felon!

photo credits: Iceland24blog

Merry Christmas!

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» Monday, December 21, 2015

Hide your sausages and close your blinds!!

Missing any pepperoni?

I skipped yesterday's Icelandic Yule Lad because COOKIES, so today's post is a double dose of trouble.

December 20th's Yule Lad is Sausage Swiper. I guess he likes to play Hide the Salami... O.o

The December 21st Yule Lad is no less sketchy! Keep your curtains and blinds closed today, because Window Peeper is lurking outside...


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» Sunday, December 20, 2015


Spent all day yesterday with my kids making my mom's Italian honey cookies!





Ready to fry!


 Ready to dip!

Dipping in honey

All done! Yum!

For all the ambitious honey lovers out there, here's the recipe!

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» Saturday, December 19, 2015

Hide your yogurt!

Hide your Dannon, Chobani and Oikos--the Skyr Gobbler arrives today! Skyr is Icelandic-style yogurt. In a pinch, I'm sure this Icelandic Yule Lad will lap up any fermented milk product he can lay his hands on.

photo credit: iceland24blog

My own mission today? Making 12 dozen of my mother's Italian honey cookies for my extended family Christmas party tomorrow. This all-day project includes dough mixing, dough rolling, dough frying, then dipping fried dough in warm honey. (All hands in house are pressed into service!)

Yum! Check back tomorrow for pictures :-) 


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» Friday, December 18, 2015

Bumps and bangs in the night...

Today's Icelandic Yule Lad is a noisy little guy! Door Slammer especially loves to do his thing in the middle of the night. (I bet he's related to Smoke Alarm Battery Killer.)

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» Thursday, December 17, 2015

He's gonna have to beat my dog at it...

 Lights are on our tree, and the stockings are hung. Still quite a bit of shopping to be done...

Today's Icelandic Yule Lad--Bowl Licker--hides under your bed, waiting for you to put your bowl down on the floor so he can lick up the leftovers. If this loose-tongued lad visits my house, he's gonna have a tough time getting to the bowls before my dog does!


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» Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Don't bother washing your pots today!

Today's Icelandic Yule Lad is called Pot Scraper. Any pots you forget to wash tonight will be...ahem...spit clean by morning!

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» Tuesday, December 15, 2015

And you thought the mall Santa was scary...

You're gonna want to watch out for your wooden spoons today--Icelandic Yule Lad #4, the Spoon Licker, is here! Poor guy. He's so skinny because he never gets to eat a full spoonful of anything.

photo credit: Iceland24blog

Where do the Yule Lads came from? Well, their mom is the evil ogress known as Grýla The Child Eater. You think Santa Claus and his wimpy Naughty and Nice list is a threat? Grýla's hobby is  snatching up misbehaving children and boiling them into a stew! O.o

 Photo credit: Salvor Gissurardottir Nov 2006 via Wikipedia

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» Monday, December 14, 2015

Pots and Trees

We hauled the tree home yesterday! I don't think Nixie--who we rescued last summer--is too sure about the bit of outdoors that's suddenly come inside. (She's also not too sure about my youngest son, who just got home from college, but that's another story...)

Today's Icelandic Yule Lad, Stubby the Pot Scraper, is the runt of the family. His mission? To helpfully scrape the bacon fat out of your frying pan!

 photo credit: Iceland24blog

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» Sunday, December 13, 2015

Got Milk?

I can't believe it's already December 13. Outside lights are up, but inside decorating hasn't yet begun. We're getting our Christmas tree this afternoon, though. That should be incentive to hang a few stockings!

In other news, be sure to keep your milk under lock and key today. Gully Gawk, the second of the Icelandic Yule Lads, wants to snatch it!

photo credit: Iceland24blog


» Saturday, December 12, 2015

Watch out for your sheep today!

I was lucky enough to visit Iceland in 2011, now I'm a huge fan! While I was there, I learned about the Icelandic Yule Lads, thirteen mischievous creatures who invade Icelandic homes from Dec 12 to Dec 24.

Today is Dec. 12, so keep an eye out for the first trouble maker: Sheep-Cote Clod :-)  This guy will harass your sheep and steal their milk. Luckily for you (and your sheep), his two peg legs slow him down!

Check back tomorrow to find out who's coming next!
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» Tuesday, December 01, 2015

Sexy Vampire Countdown Special!

Don’t miss the chance to catch Jackson Cabot—my only vampire hero!—on a Kindle Countdown deal. 

Blood Debt will be available for $.0 99 from 3:00 AM Thurs Dec. 3  to 2:59 AM Sun Dec. 6, then at $1.99 from 3:00 AM Sun Dec. 6 to 1:59 AM Wed Dec 9. It will return to its regular price of $2.99 at 2:00 AM Dec. 9. All times are EST. Click here for the deal! 

The year is 1896. Jackson’s a son of Boston aristocracy, expected to take over his family’s financial empire. It’s not a fate he relishes. Longing to explore his artistic talents, he heads to Paris. There, he meets a stunning, enigmatic woman.

Leanna is a half-human, half-Sidhe Immortal. She’s a leannan-sidhe, or love-fairy--a being whose love inspires young artists to greatness. There’s a dark side to her muse power—artists must give their life essence as payment. According to Celtic Mythology, the many great artists who have died young have succumbed to the lure of a leannan-sidhe. Leanna tries to leave Jackson before she destroys him. Unwittingly, she causes him to become prey to a vicious vampire master. 

After a century enslaved, Jackson plots to destroy his former master. A showdown is coming, and it’s uncertain who will prevail. On the eve of battle, in present-day Rome, Jackson unexpectedly encounters Leanna. And everything changes. 

Blood Debt is set in the world of the USA Today bestselling series Immortals, created by Jennifer Ashley and written by Jennifer, Robin T. Popp and myself. The series consists of seven full length novels and one anthology. 

The original novella version of Blood Debt appeared in the anthology The Reckoning, which is no longer available. The re-release is an expanded, short novel length story (45,000 words), featuring an expanded subplot and completely new scenes. 

Blood Debt is the story of Leanna’s redemption. She appeared as Mac’s vindictive half-sister in Immortals #6, The Crossing.  

From Chapter One

The woman emerged from the vehicle, piece by piece, like candy spilling from a bag. Shapely thighs. Curvaceous hips. Tiny waist. Lush breasts. Slender neck. A beautiful profile.

Pointed Sidhe ears peeking through long, shining auburn hair.

“My God.”

Abruptly, Jackson’s feet slid off the table. They hit the ground with such force the flat television screen shook on its mounting. He gasped as his mind blanked on a rush of white-hot lust, followed closely by a wash of red-hot anger.

He hardened with painful intensity.

He stared. She passed under the ancient stone archway and out of the camera’s view. One hundred years had passed since he’d last seen her. But it would take much longer than a mere century to erase this particular redhead from his mind.

He’d thought she’d be dead by now. Sidhe could live indefinitely, unless they met with an untimely accident or an enemy bent on murder. This particular Sidhe female was half human, more than likely to die in the normal course of events. And she’d surely collected enough enemies over the years who would be happy to see her dead.

At the very least, Jackson thought bitterly, she might have had the decency to age a decade or two. But no. She was as alive, as young, and as beautiful as he remembered.

And still consorting with artists, as she had all those years ago in Paris.

He’d worshiped this woman. In return, she’d whispered words of devotion, screwed him blind, and left him for dead. But Jackson hadn’t died—or at least, not as completely as she’d expected.

It was a mistake she’d soon regret. Dearly.

He stood.

It seemed he was meant to roam tonight, after all.