Mmmmm Strawberries

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Excerpt from Home Again

Allie watched as Mike bit into the tart.  His eyes widened, then closed for a second or two as he savoured the sweet, creamy treat.  “Oh, wow.  This is so good.”  Mike grinned and licked the corner of his mouth to get a bit of strawberry topping that was stuck there, before taking another bite.  Allie stared, mesmerized by his sensual mouth.  When he paused to take a swig of his milk, his eyes grinning at her, Allie blinked and looked away, embarrassed at getting caught daydreaming.  It was just that even his mouth was sexy.  She rushed and took a bite of her own tart.

When she dared to look at Mike again, his grin widened.  “Uh, you’ve got a little something…” He gestured at the corner of his own mouth.

Allie licked her lips, smacking them together.  “That better?”

“No,” replied Mike.  With a frown, Allie reached up to wipe the corner of her mouth with her finger.  She moved to suck her finger clean when Mike grabbed her wrist.  Their eyes met and Mike smiled mischievously.  He guided her hand to his mouth and delicately sucked the tip of her strawberry covered finger, caressing it with his tongue.  Allie’s breath caught in her throat as a shiver ran down her spine.  “Delicious,” Mike said with a grin.  “The tart was good too.”

Home Again
by Lisa Emme

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Check out my Pinterest board for props from Home Again and some great recipes using strawberries.

You Can Go Home Again

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Excerpt from Home Again

“Oh, oh.  Don’t look now…” Becky cast a furtive glance across the bar.  “But that sexy cowboy has been watching you all night and now he’s heading over here.”

“What?”  Allie looked over to where Becky was now staring.  “Oh, that’s just Mike.”  She picked up a mug and started to dry it, trying to act casual.

Becky turned back to eye her suspiciously.  “Mike?”

“He’s the new vet working with Doc Mundy.”

“And?”  Becky drummed her fingers on the bar.

“And what?”  Allie tried her best to school her expression.  “He’s a nice guy.”

“A nice guy?  A nice guy?” Becky looked exasperated.  “That’s all you can say about that prime piece of beefsteak?”  She shook her head.  “Allie Daniels, you’re holding out on us.”  She glared at Allie suspiciously.

“I am not….now hush.  Here he comes.”

Home Again
by Lisa Emme

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Luck of the Irish

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Well, hoist a green beer and kiss me, I’m Irish. It’s St. Patrick’s Day, the one day of the year where EVERYONE seems to be Irish.  Although, Emme doesn’t sound particularly Irish, there is a bit of Irish in me and I have to admit to a fondness for all things Celtic. I guess that’s why the two main characters of the Harry Russo Diaries have Celtic names.

In fact, Harry’s family, despite the less than Irish last name (Gran married an Italian? There’s got to be a story there) all have Celtic names.  There’s Gran, whose name is Aislin (pronounced ‘Ash-lin’) and Harry’s mom’s name was Deirdre, another traditional Irish name.  Of course Harry, whose real name is Angharad, also has a very Celtic name (although it’s more Welsh than Irish). Salvador even comments on it in Dead and Kicking. And let’s not forget our favourite growly police detective Cian (pronounced ‘Kee-an’) Nash.  He’s a handsome Irish rogue, if ever there was one.

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“So, do tell me Miss Harry Russo, how does a lovely, young lady such as yourself come to be called Harry?”  Salvador looked at me with reappraising eyes.  “Surely it must be short for something?  Harriet perhaps?  Although in truth, I don’t think that is much better.  No, something else then.  Hermoine?”

“It’s Angharad, but please, everyone calls me Harry.  I – ”

“Angharad!  How delightful.  You never hear the old names anymore.”  He turned to look at Nash.  “Why Cian, we have another Celt in our midst.” He laughed heartily like it was some great joke then raised his glass.  “Slainte! Salud!”

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A Deal with the Devil

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Excerpt from Tooth and Claw

I was in hell.  Surely I must have died and I was in one of the nine circles of hell, the one where sinners go and have to sit through endless petitions from long-winded immortals who thought the small print on a legal contract was scintillating.  I was actually sitting in Dante’s Inferno, the nightclub, so the comparison was appropriate.

It was the night of my weekly visit to the Magister.  As an added bonus tonight, for some reason Salvador decided that I should accompany him while he held an audience with his vampire subjects.

I should have known that Salvador had something special in store, when Henry, the limo driver that picked me up each week, arrived with a familiar white box tied with a blood red bow, a sure sign that Salvador had been shopping for me again.  Since it was now part of our new agreement, I had no choice but to accept it.

I actually liked today’s selection, not that I hadn’t liked the previous McQueen dress.  I just wasn’t used to wearing clothes that cost more than three times my former monthly rent.  I didn’t have a clue how much this dress cost, probably not as much as the McQueen, but I’m sure it was up there, judging from the pearl and crystal embellishment that covered it.  The dress itself was an Alice & Olivia in white silk.  It had a high neck with a flare silhouette, the skirt coming to about mid-thigh.  The reverse cut out back left more bare skin than I was comfortable with when dealing with vampires, but I could live with it.  Or, at least I hoped I could.

So far, I had managed to keep from ruining it, like I had the last dress Salvador gave me.  And that was despite the fact that I had to take down a bitchy vampire intent on tearing out my throat.

Tooth and Claw – The Harry Russo Diaries, volume 2
by Lisa Emme

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Did you ever wonder what some of the things I describe in my books look like?

Visit Pinterest and you can get a closer look and see.

What did the McQueen dress in Dead and Kicking look like? How about some of the planters Harry might put together for her shop, Contain Yourself? And we can’t forget all the yummy things Harry keeps pinning because she wants Isaac to make them. There’s even a Top Secret Board that will be revealed with the release of Deadlocked, the third book in the Harry Russo Diaries. They are all there to be found on Pinterest on one of my boards.

With Home Again about to come out, why not check out the Home Again Prop Gallery ? There’s a killer recipe there for Strawberry Cheesecake tarts.  Yum!

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Happy Lupercalia!*

*Yes, I know it’s Valentine’s Day.  But bear with me and the title will make sense in a minute.

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

Ahh, Valentine’s Day the bane of both single and coupled people the world over. If you’re single, Valentine’s Day is just a less than subtle reminder that you are a cat or two short of spinsterhood. If you’re in a relationship, then there is the societal pressure to be romantic, to make the grand gesture to prove your devotion – no one wins but the greeting card companies, florists and chocolate makers.

It would be easy to say that Valentine’s Day was created as a marketing ploy (like Mother’s and Father’s day were), but in fact, Valentine’s day has been around a lot longer than ad agencies and marketing firms. In fact, it dates back as far as the Middle Ages. The oldest known valentine still in existence today is a poem written in 1415 by Charles, Duke of Orleans, to his wife while he was imprisoned in the Tower of London following his capture at the Battle of Agincourt.  In Great Britain, Valentine’s Day began to be popularly celebrated around the 17th century. By the middle of the 18th, it was common for friends and lovers of all social classes to exchange small tokens of affection or handwritten notes, and by 1900 printed cards began to replace written letters due to improvements in printing technology.

But why exactly do we celebrate Valentine’s day?

Most of us have heard of the legend of Valentine, a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine’s actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death.

Other stories suggest that Valentine was himself imprisoned and actually sent the first “valentine” greeting after he fell in love with a young girl–possibly his jailor’s daughter–who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter signed “From your Valentine,” an expression that is still in use today.

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While it may be that Valentine’s Day is celebrated in the middle of February to commemorate the anniversary of Valentine’s death, others claim that the Christian church may have decided to place St. Valentine’s feast day in the middle of February in an effort to “Christianize” the pagan celebration of Lupercalia. Celebrated at the ides of February, or February 15, Lupercalia was a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman god of agriculture, as well as to the Roman founders Romulus and Remus.

To begin the festival, members of the Luperci, an order of Roman priests, would gather at a sacred cave where the infants Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome, were believed to have been cared for by a she-wolf or lupa. The priests would sacrifice a goat, for fertility, and a dog, for purification. They would then strip the goat’s hide into strips, dip them into the sacrificial blood and take to the streets, gently slapping both women and crop fields with the goat hide. Far from being fearful, Roman women welcomed the touch of the hides because it was believed to make them more fertile in the coming year. Later in the day, according to legend, all the young women in the city would place their names in a big urn. The city’s bachelors would each choose a name and become paired for the year with his chosen woman. These matches often ended in marriage.

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Those ancient Romans sure knew how to party.

Lupercalia survived the initial rise of Christianity and but was outlawed—as it was deemed “un-Christian”–at the end of the 5th century, when Pope Gelasius declared February 14 St. Valentine’s Day. It was not until much later, however, that the day became definitively associated with love. During the Middle Ages, it was commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds’ mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of Valentine’s Day should be a day for romance.

Whatever the case, whether you are single or not so single, pro-Valentine’s or ready to stage your own anti-Valentine protest, grab a box of chocolates and enjoy the day.

Happy Ground Hog Day!

Living where I do, in the middle of the Canadian prairies, Ground Hog day has always confused me. You see, where I live, winter is very long, counted in months, not weeks. At the beginning of February, we are usually still looking at a minimum of six more weeks of winter. At a minimum! So, when the local ground hog sees his shadow on February 2nd, I can never understand why that’s a bad thing. Where I live, only having six more weeks of winter at the beginning of February would be fantastic.  So really, either way, we win.  If he doesn’t see his shadow, early spring, yippee! If he does see his shadow, only six more weeks of winter equals early spring, yippee!

For the rest of you, living in warmer climes where six more weeks of winter would actually mean a longer winter, my condolences if the little varmint saw his shadow today.  Not to worry though, if he did, Harry’s BFF, Tess, has taken care of the problem.

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BREAKING NEWS!

Well, certainly didn’t see this coming when I wrote my post a few days ago, but it seems ‘Winnipeg Willow’ the local rodent with aspirations of being a meteorologist passed away just days before Ground Hog Day.  Not really sure what that means for our winter, but I’m thinking if the ground hog dies, it can’t be a good thing.  Better start stocking up on books and hot chocolate!