Monday Moons!

*sigh* Don't you just love chocolate?

Do you suppose guys who eat lots of chocolate begin to taste like it after a while?

Let's feed him some and find out!

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

Ah, Sunday mornings. . .

Let's start the day with a nice, hot shower and then go back to bed for a little snooze.


And while you're there, try to discover what's making the tent in the towel.

Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

It's Saturday!

Time to get out and play with the hunk of the day!

Friday Fun!

Nancy, Alicia, and Donna were out hiking in the mountains. It was nearly lunchtime when they came upon a naked hunk, sunning himself against a tree.

Alicia eyed his massive YD with delight. "Do you suppose he had a smoothie for breakfast?"

Nancy grinned wickedly. "Oh, I'm sure he did."

"I doubt it," said Donna. "Think he'd let us have a taste?"

The hunk opened one eye and smiled. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't, but I must warn you, I had bacon and eggs for breakfast. No fruit."

"Too bad," said Alicia.

"Wish you had," said Nancy.

"I don't care," said Donna.

"Then you get to go first," said the hunk.

The moral of the story:
When you find a naked hunk along the hiking trail, don't be too picky about what he ate for breakfast.

Now it's your turn! Let's see some fun captions for this pic.
Right after you stop drooling....

On the Sextet front, we received the first official notification that Siren is going to publish our anthologies, and it looks like the print versions of each volume will be available about 5 months after the ebook release. Whoo hoo!!!!

To correct my comment posted yesterday, next year the RWA National Conference will be in Anaheim, CA at the Marriott hotel there.

Oh, and just so you know, I'm now on Twitter. The address is @CherylCatMaster. I'm sure I'll have as many exciting things to Tweet about as most other people, which is to say, not very many. . . .

Thursday Thoughts

Well, the Sextet and I all have our reservations and plane tickets for the RWA conference New York this summer, and we're all very excited that former INRWA prez Sandy James is presenting a workshop called, "Are You Insane?" Should be a ton of fun, and Judith Bastin and I will be her minions once again; Judith introducing her and me handling the raffle tickets for free books.
I've pretty much decided against going to RT this year. Not only is it expensive and a long way from home (it's in Los Angeles), but I've got a limited amount of vacation time from the hospital with which I must be frugal. Still, with Virgin coming out in June, I'll at least have a brand new book for the Sourcebooks booksigning at RWA.
Funny thing about the RWA signings. We're giving the books away, so the long lines don't necessarily mean you've written a runaway bestseller. The RT signing is much more humbling. People have to pay for them there, and it takes a big name author to get much of a line at all. Still, when I sell a book at the Literacy signing which is sort of the kickoff event of RWA and the books are NOT free, I know that someone wanted a book of mine enough to not only pay for it, but to stand in one helluva long line for the cashier.

The Sextet will have released two anthologies by the time RWA rolls around in late June, which will be another cause for excitement. I'll be writing like crazy trying to keep up with those stories and the Cat Star books, but it's a good kind of crazy. Most of the time.

Hmm... The first Sextet anthology May 20th, our family vacation, Virgin June 1st, RWA later that month... *sigh* Just a few more reasons to look forward to spring. ;-)

Don't know about you, but I'm also looking forward to this guy losing those pants.

How d'you like that one, Amy?

Whopping Weasel in a Hot Tub!!!

As I write this, my hands are cracked and dry and rather chilly. I've got my feet on my trusty footwarmer, which I just ran through the microwave, and I'm still cold. When I bought that heated throw blanket for Mikey's Christmas present, I guess I should have gotten one for myself. I've got an electric heating pad around here somewhere, and I'm thinking of plugging it in and putting my feet on it so they'll stay consistently warm.

Or, I could simply climb into the hot tub with Jason! Hard to write while you're in a hot tub, though.



















The Sextet and I are planning a weekend writing session in March, and the house we're staying in has a hot tub. Unfortunately, Jason probably won't be there waiting for us.

So sad. . . .

Tasty Tuesday???

As you may already know, Donna has a copy of the Pickle Tickling book, and she sent me this recipe. I have made similar concoctions before, but never noticed that it had any particular effect. Confused? Read on.

You'll understand soon. . . .


Donna writes:

I found this interesting recipe in the Tickle His Pickle book, which I'm donating to you for research. I'm finding the illustrations very amusing. And it's very educational! Did you know that another name for the one of my favorite teasing places is the "Taint?" The perineum is nicknamed the "TAINT" because if you say this fast: it ain't the balls it ain't the butthole, you get TAINT! LOL! But this chapter caught my eye. . .


Taste or Not To Taste (Now I know why the guys taste best on the Tropical Islands)
If you want a tastier guy, here are the secret ingredients: strawberries, papaya, mango, raspberries, blueberries, pineapple and honey.
Here's a Recipe for a Come Sweetener:

Smoothie Sweetener

2 cups fresh squeezed orange juice
6 hulled strawberries
1/4 cup blueberries



















1 cup peaches, sliced
1 banana
1 tsp. powdered sugar
4 ice cubes
Blender on high
Down the hatch
Enjoy love juice tonight!!

Hmm... You may have something there, Donna. I'll bet that if Marco were to drink this stuff, the results would be something similar to Zetithian snard.
Don't know for sure. . .
Just sayin'. . . .

It's a Monday Moon Triple Play!

Since you all seemed to like Donnie pretty well, here's a shot of him from the rear. He's not quite as furry on the backside, but there are those who would consider that a plus.


















But. . . on the flipside, we have Jesse's buns. You'll have to take it on faith that these are his, unless you want the danglers and the face to prove it.




















What's that you say? You want more? Okay. You twisted my arm.
Here's Jesse, a bit younger (18 instead of 25) and without the facial hair and piercings.



























Still has the curly hair, though.

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

It's Sunday. Time to relax and spend some time relaxing in bed with a curly-haired hunk!


Question of the day:


Does anyone want to see a closeup of Jesse's pierced YD???


I kinda figured at least one of you would say yes. . . .

Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

Donna sent me a bunch of pics of this guy a while back to help me keep all you Furry Hunk Fans happy.

I think Donny's got what it takes!

What are your thoughts?

Friday Fun!

Okay ladies! Before I post the hunk, how about trying your hand at writing a caption for this pic?


Or writing a poem about it.


Or just ogling the hunk....


Okay then! If you couldn't guess the name of yesterday's hunk, (and most of you did), perhaps you can identify him from this pic!

Think longer hair (why on earth did he have to cut it???) and nipple rings...



























I spent a good part of yesterday watching it snow, making barbecued ribs, baking tofu, writing blurbs for the Sextet stories, and updating my sadly neglected website. I couldn't believe how old some of that stuff was! The surprising thing was that there were a few comments posted on the blog, which I believe was a first. It's nice to know that some of my newer readers are checking it out. Of course, they'll have so much more fun over here on the CBEB, but I realize it's not everyone's cup of tea.

Speaking of which, I think I'll go brew another cup.

Keep the Big Chief warm for me until I come back, will you please?

Thursday Thoughts

Well, gang, I do have some news to report today. I received the publishing schedule for Stud and it looks like you'll have to wait for it until next February. Still, the fact that I don't have to turn in the manuscript until the first of April should give me plenty of time to write more stories for the Sextet anthologies. Sourcebooks is finally giving me enough time to finish a book without feeling like I have no time to do anything but write, write, write. Believe it or not, over the past several days I have actually played my guitar, ridden a horse, and worked out on my treadmill!

In Sextet news, the Sharing anthology will come out ahead of the Dirty Dancing volume since we now have all six of those stories completed. I'm glad because there were only three of us on the DD stories and it would seem wrong to debut as the Sextet when there were only three of us! The first release date will still be May 2oth.

Anyway, with all this going on, suffice it to say, I'm feeling pretty upbeat. In fact, I'm feeling so good, I think we'll play a little game.

So here's your opportunity to test your Hunk IQ.
He's well known to you all, but can you identify him without seeing his face?

NAME THIS HUNK!!!!

Whopping Weasel Wednesday!

Hmm...

When you look at it from this angle, it looks sorta like Darth Vader's helmet sitting on top of a telephone pole in a hurricane...


And, yes, ladies. I'm quite sure that he's at least eighteen years old. It might even take longer to grow a whopper like that!

On the Sextet front, seems Siren wants a bunch of stories and plans to release the first anthology, which we're calling Dirty Dancing, on May 20th with subsequent releases in June, July, August, two in September, one in October, and the Christmas anthology in late November.

Whew! Not sure if I can keep up with that many, but I'm gonna give it a shot.

In the meantime, enjoy your Wednesday, but please be safe and use both hands...

Tasty Tuesday Tilapia!

When Donna sent me this recipe back in early December, she was having some dental problems. I believe she's doing better these days, but her solution to the problem is still mighty tasty! I tried this one out last night, and, trust me, it's a keeper. With all that butter and garlic, it smelled incredible while it was baking--not fishy at all!

She writes:

Well, I had to make some softer food dishes for a few days. Because of my dental work. So what better thing? "fish"

I have too many picture files. I couldn't locate my favorite fishermen.

But I found this one to accompany the recipe. You can add your cute fisherman walking out of the water with his fish. If you can find it. (I did!)

But this WTF one: This I think is flyless fishing. Don't stand in a trout stream naked and tempt the trout with your juicy man worm? OUCH!!!!

Tilapia with Lemon Garlic Butter

Ingredients

• 4 tilapia fillets
• 3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
• 1 tablespoon butter, melted
• 1 clove garlic, finely chopped
• 1 teaspoon dried parsley flakes
• pepper to taste

Directions

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Spray a baking dish with non-stick cooking spray.
2. Rinse tilapia fillets under cool water, and pat dry with paper towels.
3. Place fillets in baking dish. Pour lemon juice over fillets, then drizzle butter on top. Sprinkle with garlic, parsley, and pepper.
4. Bake in preheated oven until the fish is white and flakes when pulled apart with a fork, about 30 minutes.
   

So, Donna, is this the one you mean?



























He's cute, but this is still my favorite fisherman pic!

I'm blogging today on Casablanca Authors. Something about beginnings, I think. Not sure what I'll say. I'd much rather sit and stare at these buns....

Monday Moons!

Since this is the time of year when most of us are wishing we were in Acapulco or Rio or anyplace where a man can stand naked on the beach, here's a set of buns guaranteed to lure you into the water.

He looks a little overheated to me. I think the Yah-Yahs need to gang up on him and give him a little dip in the ocean.

Or two...

Or three....

Nothing new to report on the Sextet Anthology, but my fellow writers are all still very excited and are writing like crazy. I'm trying to finish writing Stud before I start on another story, but sometimes the ideas come to you and must be dealt with or they drive you crazy. I promise to keep you all posted on our progress!

Have a great day!

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

In light of the link Mary G posted yesterday, I felt compelled to bump my original Cody Cummings pic for Ivan Rusilko.

Sorry, Cody. I know you were wet and naked and have a terrific YD, but this guy is the cutest thing I've ever seen.

And you all know how much I love the cute ones!

Enjoy your Sunday!




































Okay, okay, okay.... I'll put Cody back where he was....

Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

For your Saturday viewing pleasure, here's another pic of Ivan, the smiling hunk from last Thursday.

He's still cute, even without the big smile.

And even if he is wearing a sweater. . .

Friday Fun!

For all of those guys on your Christmas list who still haven't received a gift from you, may I offer this solution:























It's a safe bet they'll never open another present from you in mixed company for the rest of their lives.

On the other hand, a guy like this might appreciate it when it gets chilly!

Thursday Thoughts

Not much in the way of thoughts today. I'm trying to finish Stud, but working three nights in a row doesn't help my word count any.

I haven't come up with a story for the next CSC book, either.

Maybe if I went to the beach with this fellow, the ideas would begin to flow.

Question of the day:

Whose hand print is that?

Whopping Weasel Wednesday!

Just imagine what this one will look like once the Yah-Yahs have had a go at him.

I think he'll still be smiling...

Tarq's Tasty Tuesday Omelet!

So, Yah-Yahs (and other lurkers)! What do you think of the cover for Stud?

In honor of this occasion, I thought I'd put up a recipe that is mentioned in the book. His secret ingredient, alas, is not available on Earth, but it's still pretty good without it.

And, yes, he can cook it for you....

Tarq's Favorite Omelet

In a small skillet, saute 2 or 3 sliced fresh mushrooms in 1 tbsp butter over medium heat until cooked through. Set aside.

Beat together:
3 eggs
2 tbsp milk
1/4 tsp salt
2 dashes of ground black pepper
1 tsp or more of basil pesto

Melt 1 tbsp butter in a non-stick skillet. Heat until bubbling. Add egg mixture and cook until done, either by flipping the omelet near the end of cooking or by lifting the cooked eggs to allow the liquid mixture to run underneath it. When omelet is done, top with mushrooms and grated cheese of your choice. Fold in half and enjoy!

Monday Moons!

Hey, gang! Remember Vincent, our stripper friend from Wisconsin? Well, he's sent me another buns pic. Too bad I have to cut the girls out of these pictures or hide their faces before I post them. Trust me, their expressions are priceless!

Seems Vincent (aka Snow Ho) sometimes has trouble putting on what he refers to as his man ho string. Anyone care to volunteer to give him a hand?

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

This one is for Paige and Nan, and anyone else who likes them a bit furry.

Enjoy!

Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

Considering that this is, I believe, the same fellow I used last weekend, I think we can safely assume that he does, indeed have the head of a troll.

Of course, we may never see any proof of that....

Friday Fun!

I think Donna sent me this one a while back. Definitely food for thought....

WHY MEN ARE NEVER DEPRESSED:

Men Are Just Happier People--
What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal.

You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $3500 Tux rental-$75. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time.

Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.

Your underwear is $3.99 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough . You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.

You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.

You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier.

Of course, when you look like THAT in a white T-shirt, you can pretty much get away with anything....

Thursday Thoughts...

None. I have no thoughts whatsoever. The girls and I are planning a trip to Gatlinburg February 20 - 25. That's the big fun to look forward to now. Too bad my amplifier is broken. Sam hit the input jack with the Nordic track before Christmas when I'd moved my guitar and such to the other side of the living room to make way for the tree, and I haven't gotten it fixed yet.

Of course, the last time I tried to play guitar in a hotel in Gatlinburg, the neighbors called the front desk to complain. *sigh* A nearly empty resort and they put us next to the only other people there. What were they thinking???? Didn't they know they were dealing with a bunch of wild and crazy women???

We need to get another of those old-timey pictures taken this time. We look a bit different than we did when the last pic was taken several years ago, and the one posted in the ICU staff restroom is getting a bit splattered and faded. Hmmm.... We're a bit splattered and faded too, actually. Maybe it's not such a bad likeness after all.....

Oh, me! I need a sweet, adorable, smiling hunk to cheer me up!


























Thanks so much, Lisa! He's absolutely perfect!

Whopping Weasel Wednesday!

And, now, the CBEB presents 2011's first Whopping Weasel of the Year!

Niko!

Smoldering good looks, hot bod, and best of all, he's sitting by a pool!!!! What more could you want?

Well. . . maybe he could stand a bit more furriness. . .

Sorry, Paige and Nan.

Maybe next week!

Tasty Tuesday Blueberry Buckle!

Took down my Christmas tree last night. Now I need something really tasty to get me over my post holiday blues. Hmmm.... let's see now.... This looks like just the ticket!

Donna sent me this one a while back. Maybe blueberries will help to liven up the winter doldrums!

She writes:

I decided I needed to use up some blueberries. So I'd like to share my Grandmother's recipe. And Maybe I can get some help in the kitchen.

HMM!!! I just noticed. What's that Horse doing in the background? Is he at your House?

BLUEBERRY BUCKLE

Ingredients

• 1/4 cup butter, softened
• 3/4 cup sugar
• 1 egg
• 2 cups all-purpose flour
• 2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• 1/2 cup milk
• 2 cups fresh blueberries
• TOPPING:
• 2/3 cup sugar
• 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
• 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
• 1/3 cup cold butter

Directions

1. In a small mixing bowl, cream butter and sugar. Beat in the egg. Combine the flour, baking powder and salt; add to creamed mixture alternately with milk. Fold in the blueberries. Pour into greased 9-in. square baking pan.
2. For topping, combine the sugar, flour and cinnamon in a bowl; cut in butter until crumbly. Sprinkle over blueberry mixture. Bake at 375 degrees F for 40-45 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool on a wire rack.
   

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Monday Moons!

We now enter that phase between New Year's and the Spring equinox during which we attempt to remember what green grass and blooming flowers smell like. We buy bouquets at the grocery to remind ourselves that yes, there is growth going on somewhere, though said bouquets are sterile and devoid of scent. We might even try to keep our poinsettias alive long enough to be able to set them outside, but as their leaves and petals wither, hope fades. The promise of Easter lilies becomes a mere myth, and the only lilies we can smell are in scented soaps. The sky is gray far more than blue, and cold winds whip at our hair, driving us indoors.

This is why we need the Goddess of the Nine Moons to provide us with spiritual guidance and solace during these months of little or no sunshine when flowers are naught but withered stalks and the grass has turned a sad, muddy brown. The Goddess helps those who help themselves, and, therefore, I challenge all Yah-Yahs to find the chosen set of buns, that which we should all recognize and admire for their glowing firmness. In this way shall we pass the bleakness of winter in anticipation of a time when all good hunks go forth without clothing to feel the warm sunshine on their backs and to tan their winter-white skin.

So let it be written.

So let it be done.

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

Okay, gang.

The holidays are over.

Time to think about going someplace warm and tropical to recover.

Hmm. . . . This looks like a nice spot to begin your winter getaway, doesn't it?

Happy New Year!

Cheers! I hope 2011 is your best year ever, with even better years yet to come.





















And to start the New Year off with a bang, here's 2011's first Hunk of the Day!


























Be gentle with him!