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Autumn in Montana
The greatest season is upon us in the land of ghostly hills
and phantom sunshine. The scents of
crumbling leaves and the sounds of footsteps upon the crisp early morning frost
have invaded the world here in Montana.
For those of you who don’t know me, I’m a cowgirl, a
paranormal romance author, and an avid reader living in the timber and finding
inspiration in a back to the land lifestyle.
And recently, we have spent many hours out in the hills readying our
home for the harsh winter to come.
I am fortunate to work in as an author—I can pack up my
computer and travel to the tops of mountains where are all a person can see for
miles are peaks so large that they act as speed bumps for the heavy fall clouds
that try to invade. I have written
novels at the tops of many a mountain, near gurgling waterfalls, and places
that seem so desolate it’s easy to believe no person has been there
before. I have written as snow falls on
the car around me and then a few minutes later I’m forced to hide from the
melting heat of the sun.
Here in the fall, we go back to a different time, we revert
to the recipes of our ancestors, the ones who have gone before. In honor of the change of the seasons and as
a thank you to my fans, who keep me writing, I wish to give you a piece of
Montana in the only way I can. I wish
to share a Montana recipe with you.
Please enjoy this with your family and friends. And as you do so, think of the dusky blue
mountains, the tall pines and the scents of a Montana Fall.
Kneplfa: (similar to a dumpling)
1 c. flour
Pinch of
salt
1 ½
teaspoons baking powder
1 egg
Water
Bring pot of
salted and buttered water to a boil. Mix
ingredients until dough is stiff. Make
into a ball and the cut with scissors into small chunks. Drop pieces into boiling water
(carefully). Boil until they are
floating and fully cooked.
(from here
there are several different recipes that you can add the knepfla to i.e.
chicken, pork, beef, and cream based soups etc.)
Next:
Fry up a Smoked Kielbasa or Polish Sausage, add sauerkraut, and
boiled knepfla. Serve hot.
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Author Bio: Danica Winters is an Amazon best-selling romance author
based in Montana. She is known for writing award-winning books that grip
readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and often a touch
of magic. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Montana Romance
Writers, and Greater Seattle Romance Writers. She is a contributor to
magazines, websites, and news organizations. She enjoys spending time with
friends and family, the outdoors, and the bliss brought by the printed word.
Available Books and Links:
The Vampire’s
Hope: (Available September, 2012)
Blurb: Ellie Smith, an emotionally stunted dancer, finds more than
she bargains for after her human life is taken by the vampire, Master
Liam. Once inside the Vampire’s
underground lair, the Keres Den, she meets Ian, an immortal Viking warrior, who
is infiltrating the soulless prison.
As Ellie begins her training, she learns that
the dark tunnels around her are filled with even darker secrets. As the truth of her existence come to light,
she is faced with a choice—does she let her past dictate her future, or can she
begin to feel again?
Shorter Blurb: Ellie Smith, an emotionally stunted dancer,
finds more than she bargains for after she is indoctrinated into a Vampire den.
When she meets the immortal Viking warrior, Ian, she is faced with a
choice—does she let her past dictate her future, or can she begin to feel
again?
Excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE
The
couple in front of her stood under the bar’s lopsided mistletoe, their lips
pressed against each other in a gesture of Christmas spirit. On the man’s lapel was a white rose, smashed
against the woman’s full breast.
The
sight made Ellie Smith laugh. Ellie was
the same age as the two lip-locked party goers, yet they were so much
younger. They wore the white rose of
hope—probably hope for love that would undoubtedly turn bad, or hope that the
holidays would bring them the gifts of eternal bliss… those naïve fools.
The
couple parted and their cheeks glowed with the pink twinges of arousal. The sight was more than she could handle and
she looked away. They were luckier than
they knew. They probably did not have
any idea what it was like to be without a bed for the night, without a home,
without purpose, and without hope.
To her
left a thick-set, redheaded man approached.
His shoulders were erect and he walked with a stride that conveyed
power. Catching Ellie’s eye, he smiled
the grim smile of subtle manipulation.
Whatever
he wanted, he wouldn’t get it from her.
A blonde
man with an arched smile stepped out from behind the threatening redhead and
sat down at the table. “Hello,
Elpis. Welcome to The Ravena.”
The way
he said her name made her skin crawl.
The
blonde waved his hand at the rows of booze and the surly bartender. “I hope you like the bar.”
The bar
was like any number of others, just another stop in her constant travel through
the dark world of the forgotten.
“Thanks. I have no idea how you know my given name,
but I’d rather you called me Ellie.”
“Sorry, Ellie.”
“Are you
the owner of this place?”
The
blonde motioned to the dangerous-looking redhead behind him.
She knew
she should fear them, but there was nothing inside of her heart. “I need a job. Are you hiring? I can dance.”
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Excerpt:
Curse of the Wolf (EBBP Award-winner):
Blurb: For cursed, shape-shifting Veela, Gloriana, following her heart and giving her body to sexy, tortured werewolf Alexander means one thing-he will die and it will again be her fault.
Once only a man, Alexander finds himself scarred by the memories of his former life and the deceptions and lies that surround him. When a glimmer of light breaks the madness, he must let go of his misguided preconceptions and the hatred that consumes him.
On a mission for blood, they find unity in their desire for revenge, but are driven apart by their pasts. Traveling the darkest paths and fighting the very people they think they can trust, they draw closer to one another's hearts and further into danger.
Will the curse prove to be unstoppable... or is there hope in forbidden love?
Excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE
In her human-like Veela
form, Gloriana Canis was at a distinct disadvantage. Her feet pounded against
the ground as she ran, she crashed through the underbrush, and tripped upon the
branches that reached up to snatch her legs. With a muffled growl, she paused
as she forced her body to shift into her more powerful wolfen shape.
Dashing after the intruders,
she silently passed beneath the low lying branches and bounded over the roots.
Her paws silently absorbed the sounds as the ground blurred beneath her. She saw
none of the pack that had invaded her territory, so she lifted her snout and
sniffed.
The scent of the gray
Werewolf was a mix of triumph, malice, and anger, but there were no traces of
fear.
He’s a fool. The
thieving Were should feel fear above anything else—because I soon will be upon
him.
When she found the beast,
she would tear at his soft flesh…the least vital parts first. Before she
finished, he would undoubtedly cry for mercy, but no matter how hard he cried,
or how desperately he pleaded, he would find none. The man had tried to
steal Baldur’s Vitam Aeternam, the ring of eternal life, from her. The ring
was the final memento of Baldur’s existence, of their fight for love against
all odds and the curse that had taken his life. The Were who attempted to take
it from her would have no easy death.
Deeper into the woods, the
scent of the gray alpha Were lessened and was replaced by the musky scent of
the brown beta she had seen circling the alpha.
Her strides grew more rapid.
She was close.
Weaving around a boulder,
her body collapsed as the ground gave way. Her paws clawed at the soft earth,
desperate to stop the fall, but the dirt crumbled beneath her touch. She yelped
in fear as she clawed, but it was too late. Her body flipped into the earth’s
open maw.
The stakes ripped into her
soft flesh. Hot, searing pain invaded her body.
Howling, she tried to leap,
struggle—anything to free her
body—but
the motions only drove the stakes deeper, worsening her agony.
A fire burned deep in her
flank and she caught the scent of blood on the stakes that now were wedged in
her flesh. Hydra blood.
The venom pumped through her
veins, she could taste the acrid poison in her mouth. Slowly her vision began
to fade. She was forced to find refuge from the pain inside of her mind.
My dearest Goddess, Epione,
do not let the curse of the loving Veela take me. I promise that if you let me
live, I will find Baldur’s killer and make him pay. Please, please do not
deliver my soul to the underworld. I must complete my task.
She could feel the sun
rising in the distance. Would this morning be her last?
A light illuminated the
grave-like pit.
Expecting a torch-bearing
lampade to lead her to the underworld, she was surprised when a tall man
appeared with a flashlight in his hand. He stood at the edge of the pit, his
other hand on his hip and a scowl on his face.
She growled, but as the
rumble escaped her, it was replaced with a yelp.
The thief had returned to
finish her.
He reached down to her and
said something, but it sounded as if he was talking through water. When he
spoke again, she heard him say, “Shifter, I’m Alex…” but the rest of his words
were lost in the muffling pain circulating through her body.
She tried to pull away from
his touch, but her paws felt like lead weights and she struggled to move.
The
pain radiated from the stakes in her flesh. Unable to fight the poison any
longer, her eyes closed. Her mind went black.
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The Devil’s Angel
(Short story):
Blurb: Even
though Sarah Dawes is only dressed like an angel, acting like a saint isn't
easy. Especially not at her sex toy company's Halloween party, where hedonistic
desire is the name of the game and the Devil is her partner.
Playing with dangerous pleasures, she follows him to Hell, where he shows her he is more than the monster society has deemed him, and he offers her a chance to become his queen. Should she stay at his side, where her days will be filled with pain, but her nights with pleasure? Or, should she return to earth and the dream of a man who may or may not even know her last name?
Playing with dangerous pleasures, she follows him to Hell, where he shows her he is more than the monster society has deemed him, and he offers her a chance to become his queen. Should she stay at his side, where her days will be filled with pain, but her nights with pleasure? Or, should she return to earth and the dream of a man who may or may not even know her last name?
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A Christmas Miracle (BTGN
Holiday Short Story Award-winner):
Blurb: Christie has defined herself by
her wheelchair and has created a world filled with ‘I can’t’. When she meets her marathon running, salsa
dancing neighbor, Marcus, he tries to show her that there is more to life than
self-imposed limits and other peoples’ judgments.
Will Christie open her heart and her mind to her sexy
neighbor, or will the pain of her past keep her a prisoner in her own life?
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