Thursday, November 23, 2017

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Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Pre-order available: Tatum - A Wolf's Hunger Series


Tatum: A Wolf's Hunger Alpha Shifter Romance
Author: S Raven Storm
Genre: Steamy Paranormal Romance (18+)
Release Date: October 31, 2017
Pre-order available now - just $0.99!



Synopsis

Tatum ruled a region larger than any alpha. He was firm, but fair and battled anyone who challenged his authority or threatened his pack. Love, to him was just a foreign concept, nothing of importance. When physical and emotional pain presented itself, he did everything in his power to fight it. He refused to except the old wives’ tale about a wolf's hunger. Finding his true mate was never part of his plans, until he met Bristol… She was strong, fearless and everything he could want in a mate. As powerful as Tatum was, he was equally weak, when it came to Bristol. Tatum never thought anyone could tame his heart, much less his body and soul. Bristol proved to be the only power strong enough to bring him to his knees, time and time again. He vowed to make her his she-wolf and promised to shed the blood of anyone who tried to take her from him. Bristol on the run from her pack and Rex, the one responsible for the death of her parents. She never thought her flight would bring her to a region where the legendary alpha Tatum resided, or a place better than home. Tatum was the alpha of her dreams and she knew he was her soul mate. She was a believer of the ancient ways, and grew up with storied of a wolf’s hunger. Bristol knew the pain that gripped her soul, was nothing more than the prophecy of the gamma of her pack. But Bristol’s past would soon catch up to her, forcing her from the man she loved more than life itself and the pack she'd adopted as her own. Rex, sly, ruthless, and vindictive wanted everything Tatum possessed, including Bristol... He killed her parents to make her his own, he was willing to do the same to Tatum...
Will Tatum keep his promise, even if meant death? Will Bristol takes her revenge out on Rex before Tatum takes his? Will Rex finally get what he desires most?

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About the Author

S. Raven Storm is a romance author, who say's she doesn't have a form of romance. She believes she has a blend of Contemporary, Paranormal and Erotic Romance. Originally from Queens, New York, she's spent the greater part of her adulthood in Goldsboro, North Carolina. S. Raven Storm now lives in Camden Delaware, where she spends every available minute writing. She is the author of Someone for Me trilogy, and the novella Lyon's Queen, as well as a poet. She is renowned for her open mic venues and poetry slams. She holds a Bachelor's degree in Business Administration Management and Organizational Development. S. Raven Storm is presently working on releasing her fourth novel Someone for Me 3, Stone's Story in the summer of 2016. This mother of one (Tyshema), and four grands,(Keimani,Morgan, Asa & Lorin), loves to cook Italian cuisine, spend time with family and friends, as well as write and read, all genres.

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Thursday, September 21, 2017

NOW LIVE: The Attraction File by Elizabeth Lynx





Title: The Attraction File
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 21, 2017



Blurb

She's Cold. He's Hot. When they get together they burn. 

Evaleen Bechmann is too busy running Human Resources for the billion-dollar company, Mimir, to even consider dating. As for emotions, she refuses to discuss that too. It doesn't matter anyway. She's invisible to men, especially one man in particular. Evaleen is fine with that. Not everyone gets their happily ever after, that’s only for novels.

Edgar Mirmir is a Nordic god to some, a tech-savvy genius to others, and to women – he is everything they desire. His life should be perfect, and everything he has ever dreamed of… only it’s not. One woman haunts him. When he first saw her, her electric blue eyes shone with defiance, fear, and sorrow. He wanted to reach out to her, but she disappeared. Until one day he turned around and there she was.








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Review
Welcome to Cake Love part 2. This is Evaleen and Edgar's funny, hot & steamy story.
They'd met years before in a coffee shop when Evaleen was on her way to a job interview. Evaleen felt things she'd never felt before. This man, whom she'd mistake for a female, sent shock waves through her. Little did she know at that time, she'd be working at the same company with the gorgeous man she'd just referred to as 'Miss.'
Evaleen lives with her mom and has never experienced love. She's a romance writer who's hero's are all based on the same person, the object of her desire, Edgar Mimir. But her insecurities have her feeling like it will never be more than a one-sided infatuation. Certainly a man like him would never be interested in a woman like her. Or would he?
Edgar has a secret crush. She has no idea how he feels about her and he suspects she hates him.
When the two of them begin to find each other it's like mixing oil & water. Will they ever get on the same page?
This story is fantastic, steamy, and full of twists & turns. If you haven't one-clicked, do it. You won't regret it. 
What an awesome read!
Excerpt

I turned back to end this conversation. “Listen, Chewie—”
“Albert. My name is Albert.” He leaned closer and he wrinkled his forehead in such a way that made it obvious he was fishing for my name. He can keep on fishing because that was on a need-to-know basis. My mother always said, “Evaleen Bechmann, you are being paranoid,” but in the age of the Internet, giving him my name could be as powerful as giving him a knife.
In a way, I felt bad for Chewie-Albert. The poor guy obviously never learned how to deal with a woman. He believed groping me and refusing to take the hint that I didn’t want to go out with him was normal. And that’s just sad he’s so oblivious.
“Okay, Albert. You seem like a nice, if not, handsy Star Wars . . . purist. You got a killer costume that any other Star Wars purist of the female species would love—”
“I hear ya.” He winked, nodding as his eyes perused my form.
Sighing, I realized in that moment the Wookie wasn’t getting it. I shouldn’t be surprised, every man I had met hadn’t gotten it. They touched and they took, but they didn’t understand. That’s why I avoided them. Preferring to remain alone.
“I am not that female, Albert. I am the type of female who chooses to not dress in fur costumes, or skimpy princess costumes, or costumes in general. This female just likes to stand in a line and be left alone. So, good luck finding your princess, but I am as far from a princess as you will find around here.”
His shining brown eyes dimmed as my words began to sink in. Before he could get any more Wookie courage, I turned back to find the blonde still at the counter.
Normally, I left people alone because, unlike Albert, I respected their space. But surviving on only three hours of sleep before an interview for a job that I needed, action was necessary.
Taking a step forward, I tapped the blonde on her bulbous shoulder and took a breath. “Excuse me, Miss, but I believe it has been ten minutes, which is plenty of time to order your drink. Some of us don’t have the luxury of time, and were kept up by our roommate doing gymnastics in bed with her boyfriend until four in the morning.” I gritted my teeth and shook my head trying to get back on point. “So, if you wouldn’t mind placing your order and letting the rest of us have a turn . . .”
Just as I finished, the woman turned to face me.
She had a beard. Also, an Adam’s apple.
The woman wasn’t a she but a he. He had a beard, lush and blond like his long hair, not fake and matted like Albert’s costume. His eyes were the most beautiful gray, like smoke rising from a smoldering fire. They slid over my face.
I shivered.
“Miss?” His deep, velvety tone came out thick as butter and rendered me utterly catatonic. The timbre of his voice like a sonic boom under my skin. His skin, on the other hand, remained still, smooth, and my fingers, for reasons I am attributing to lack of sleep, twitched to touch any part of him.
His eyes widened at what I could only assume was disbelief. Disbelief that a woman of twenty-six years would be referring to a fine specimen of a man, a manly man if you will, as a woman. Despite his thick blond mane and skirted attire, he was all muscle.
I realized this man was in costume too, like Chewie. Only this man was dressed like the Scottish hero William Wallace and not a sweaty sci-fi version of Sasquatch. He even painted his face blue and white.
One would think that a tall man with thick muscles and a wild painted face would instill fear in me, but no. Instead of running in terror, I did the opposite. I laid my hands on him. My fingers caressed his chest working their way down. Doing the exact thing I just lectured Albert not to do. I should have probably stopped.
But I didn’t.
Never in my life had I taken advantage of anyone in this manner but he gave off some pheromone that screamed sex me with your hands. Sensing quickly how firm his chest was it propelled me farther down, down to his abs. The man had a six-pack or maybe even an eight-pack; whatever pack was hiding under that brown threadbare piece of cashmere was making my heart race and lady parts start to turn savage themselves.
“What are you doing?”
He was still there and I was still in the coffee shop. This wasn’t a dream. The kilted blond’s voice broke me out of my self-gratifying pawing and I realized I was feeling him up, or down as the case may be.
What are you doing, Evaleen?
I froze before snapping my hands away. I began to smooth out my unwrinkled brown blazer as if I wasn’t a chest molester and nothing out of the ordinary just happened. Clearing my throat, I tried to salvage what little dignity I had left.
“I . . . I . . .” Was all I could get out before I turned to look at the raven-haired barista who either had a rare eye condition that caused her to shoot fire at anyone she laid eyes upon, or she hated me right now. I was going with the latter, so I turned my gaze to the line of customers who had their phones turned up to face me as they filmed what had been occurring. Including Albert.
Great, not only am I mortified, but I will now be some viral Internet sensation known only as, The Woman Chest Molester.
Now it was the kilter’s turn to tap his foot as he folded his thick, strong arms in front of himself in protection from the mad chest molester. He’ll probably tell tales to his future kids and grandkids of the crazy chest molester. “Be wary of her,” he’d say in a low warning with his dialect suddenly turning from American to Scottish. After all, he was dressed as William Wallace.
 As he crept down to their eye level, and as the window panes would rattle from the storm that swirled outside his Scottish castle, he would whisper, “For if wee girls and boys don’t do as they’re told, the wiry fingers of the deranged chest molester will grab hold!” The kids would cower, holding their blankets to their little faces; one girl would begin to cry as he wrapped his powerful arms gently around her tiny frame in comfort. He’d calm her as he broke out into an old Gaelic tune.
I start humming out loud the only Gaelic tune I know, which wasn’t really a Gaelic tune but it’s Scottish, so close enough.
The barista interrupted my musical display, “Is that ‘I Would Walk 500 Miles’?”
I frowned in shame at what I had become in these past few minutes.
“Blue eyes,” the kilted blond mumbled as he stared at me.






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Author Bio

Elizabeth Lynx writes romantic comedy with steam. She's a recovering comedian. Wife and mother of the male species. Believer in love & laughter. Her life consists of preventing small catastrophes and wondering if a day will exist when she doesn't have to fold laundry.



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Wednesday, September 13, 2017

LIVE: Misadventures of a City Girl by Meredith Wild and Chelle Bliss


Check out the Misadventures Series here: http://www.misadventures.com/
Book:  Misadventures of a City Girl
Authors: Meredith Wild & Chelle Bliss
Genre: Contemporary Romance


Fresh off a divorce from a Hollywood hotshot, Madison Atwood needs an escape. With the paparazzi fresh on her heels and her love life splashed on every tabloid, she runs away to a swanky retreat in Northern California. Avalon Springs is the mountainside haven she needs to find herself again. Luke Dawson lives off the grid, preferring solitude to society. When he finds a beautiful woman soaking in the hot springs on his property, he can’t stop himself from watching her. She captures his attention, but she’s just a city girl—a beautiful distraction disturbing the peace he’s settled here to find. When Madison discovers Luke’s secluded cabin, he can’t turn her away again. They make no promises. Madison needs to feel wanted again, and Luke misses the touch of a woman. But when mother nature has other plans, they’re forced to spend more than a night of passion together. Can Luke say goodbye to the only woman who’s made him feel anything in years, and can Madison leave behind the man who brought her back to life?

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Madison is recently divorced from her cheating husband. In an effort to clear her mind and hit the reset button on her life, she books a 4-week vacation at Avalon Springs Spa & Resort in the mountains of Northern California.

Luke is a Navy Seal veteran who's come to the realization that he and everyone else is better off if he doesn't live in a city or near civilization. He's decided to turn the log cabin situated up the mountain from Avalon Springs into his home. And he's extremely happy in his isolated world - then he has a chance encounter with city-girl Madison.

After an unexpected steamy oral scene, Madison runs away and twists her ankle before she gets very far. Luke rescues her, and a snowstorm forces the pair to stay in Luke's minimalistic cabin for days where they get to know each other more intimately.

Madison and Luke are from two different worlds. Although the sexual chemistry between them is off the charts, they both can't help but wonder where they are going. Is this just a fling while she's in the area? Could it be something more? Is it possible for them to continue their romance after her time is up at Avalon Springs? Will Luke want her to live in his home, a one room cabin? So many questions, so many developing feelings, and, at times, so difficult to get answers.

Brace yourself for a very erotic, sex-filled, love story. 

Meet the Authors
Meredith Wild is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling author of romance. Living on Florida’s Gulf Coast with her husband and three children, she refers to herself as a techie, whiskey-appreciator, and hopeless romantic. She has been featured on CBS This Morning, The Today Show, the New York TimesThe Hollywood ReporterPublishers Weekly, and The Examiner. When she isn’t living in the fantasy world of her characters, she can usually be found at:

USA Today bestselling author Chelle Bliss currently lives in a small town near the Gulf of Mexico. She's a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, and coffee fiend. She's written over ten books and has two series available. She loves spending her free time with her boyfriend, 2 cats, and her hamster.  Before becoming a writer, Chelle taught high school history for over ten years. She holds a master's degree in Instructional Technology and a bachelor's in History. Although history is her first love, writing has become her dream job and she can't imagine doing anything else. 



Friday, September 8, 2017

Welcome to Club Starburst!


The Club Starburst Series
by Josie Carver

If you haven't begun Josie Carver's series yet, why not begin today?



Cassandra's Unveiling (book 1)

Safe and Sane (book 2)

The Dom's Destiny (book 3) - releasing Sept 9




Casandra's Unveiling
Damon's grandparents would roll over in their grave if they knew the business their grandson and his college friends were running out of their home.

After having experienced some racial friction and feeling uncomfortable as the only Dominant of color in other BDSM clubs, Damon decided it was time to open a club that catered to people of color. He pulled together a close group of friends from college and his vision for the exclusive Club Starburst came to fruition.

Within the walls of Club Starburst there are rules that must be adhered to by everyone.  The BDSM lifestyle spans many fetishes and intensities. Hard-core play and specific fetish interests aren't allowed on premises or with the club subs.

Enter Cassandra, Damon's private sub. Cassandra is curious about the lifestyle and Damon encourages her to explore her sexuality by allowing him and a couple other Dom's to train her, which she agrees to.  It's during the training that Cassandra learns things about herself that she never knew or suspected before.

The heat level is off the charts for this story.  There are graphically hot MF, FMF, FF, kink, and tempered spanking scenes. The characters are well developed and the story flows very well.  I strongly recommend a one-click if you are a fan of super-steamy BDSM stories.



Safe and Sane
The story continues and it's every bit as hot and kinky as book 1. 

Damon is faced with a difficult decision. One of his business partners and best friend has been frequenting a hard-core BDSM club, Bound and Unbound. His sub, Desiree, is very uncomfortable with her Master Maverick's demands of late, but she's hesitant to reach out for help.  Master Maverick, is bringing some of his friends from Bound and Unbound to Club Starburst with him to play, but they don't play by the rules.  They overstep and are making the subs fearful of them all. How will Damon temper or handle his friends aggression?

Cassandra also has a decision to make. She's been training with 2 Doms and a Domme at Club Starburst, but she needs to choose someone to be with. Damon introduced her to the lifestyle, but he's not staking claim to her.  They were and remain friends, and he's hoping she chooses thoughtfully. Will she choose him, or will she follow her heart and choose the person who turns her on the most?

These two books have kept me turning the pages and I can't wait to begin reading book 3 - The Dom's Destiny!













Thursday, August 31, 2017

Cover Reveal: The Attraction File by Elizabeth Lynx





Title: The Attraction File
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Elizabeth Lynx
Re-release Date: September 21, 2017


Blurb

She's Cold. He's Hot. When they get together they burn. 

Evaleen Bechmann is too busy running Human Resources for the billion-dollar company, Mimir, to even consider dating. As for emotions, she refuses to discuss that too. It doesn't matter anyway. She's invisible to men, especially one man in particular. Evaleen is fine with that. Not everyone gets their happily ever after, that’s only for novels.

Edgar Mirmir is a Nordic god to some, a tech-savvy genius to others, and to women – he is everything they desire. His life should be perfect, and everything he has ever dreamed of… only it’s not. One woman haunts him. When he first saw her, her electric blue eyes shone with defiance, fear, and sorrow. He wanted to reach out to her, but she disappeared. Until one day he turned around and there she was.








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“It’s ten forty-five, almost time for the Brooks Bomb. I told Payne on Friday that this would be your first day back but he had meetings out of the office all morning.” I said.
I turned to head back to my office but stopped as Morgana yelled out for me. “Maybe I’ll take an early lunch. You up for it?”
I was about to tell her no, that I had some work that needed to get done when the elevator doors opened and out walked the last person I wanted to see, ever, Edgar.
Then I would be forced to talk to him about the new hire for his department. Something easily done via email. Instead of face-to-face where I would have to try desperately to control my hormones. It was hard to not turn into a giggling mess with his deep voice acting like a Siren song. I always tried to be aloof, but I had a feeling he didn’t care anyway.
Before he saw me, I turned back toward Morgana and nodded my head. “Sounds great.”
“Okay, let’s go. Oh wait, is that Edgar? Hey, Edgar.”
I was surprised by how fast Morgana could move considering her height. She was like a red blur blazing past me and before I knew it, she had Edgar deep in conversation. His perfectly sculpted blond hair just brushed the tops of his ears as he ran his fingers through them.
He had long hair when I first started to work here, but last year he cut it. I appreciated both styles, but I missed his long hair. Something about it made me want to run my fingers through it, fist it in my fingers, and scream “mine” to anyone who passed.
I sounded barbaric. And sad. Mostly sad.
Holding my ground, I refused to move closer, not on principle because what was I arguing about? Lunch? No, I was hungry, but I lacked the strength to resist Edgar’s charm. Especially when he smiled and those dimples appeared.
Dimples of sin I called them. I wanted to lick them so much.
“Hey, Evaleen, Edgar is going to join us for lunch.” Morgana waved me over with happiness radiating out of her pores. I wish I could glow with happiness. The only time I glowed was after I had danced a few songs at a club. Also, my makeup usually melted by then, and my pit stains were large enough by that point that tadpoles had been known to form, even when I wore a tank top.
What I’m saying was I got swamp pits but, hey, I glowed.
Edgar’s dimples were on full debauchery mode. That was, until he saw me. I guess Morgana left that part out when she invited him to lunch. He probably would have declined the offer if he knew I would be there.
“Dreary Evaleen Bechmann? No, thank you,” he’d say. I was always surprised when he knew my name considering how unhappy he appeared around me.
It wasn’t just his dwindling smile but how his eyes gazed at anything but me. Like he was trying to find an escape from the worst thing ever, me.
“Great.”
It wasn’t great. It especially wasn’t wonderful when Morgana conveniently stood by the elevator buttons when we were moving down to the bottom floor, forcing Edgar and me to stand next to each other. I could smell his cologne.
His mouth watering, manly man scent.
I took deep breaths, not because I was about to hyperventilate (but that was an idea to get out of this lunch), but because I wanted to inhale all of him.
My mouth watered and I knew my neck was red without even glancing into the reflection of the metal elevator doors.
I turned my head to face the wall and tried to fill my lungs with non-sex god air, but it wasn’t working. Perhaps if I scooted toward the wall, inching farther away from him, I wouldn’t want to lick him so much?
Thankfully, I didn’t have to make that decision as the elevator dinged and opened on the ground floor. Cool, platonic air breezed around me and I began to feel human again.
That was until he placed his hand on the small of my back to guide me out of the elevator, causing my lady parts to spasm uncontrollably. I think they were having a seizure from too much hotness.
I coughed. Actually, I tried to suppress an eruption of humiliating giggles that would have embarrassed twelve-year-old girls, with a cough.
It worked. He dropped his hand and the lower half of my body went into a deep depression. The top half of my body felt relief tinged with bitterness.
The chill of the Chicago air solidified me. What if I’m not sexy or beautiful enough for him to notice like he did every other woman he came in contact with? He slept around anyway. Even if he did seduce me, I would just end up heartbroken anyway.
“Here we are. Chuck’s Sausage Shack. I am so thankful I can get a good sausage right next door anytime I want.” Morgana smiled as she held the door for us.
“I sure do love to suck on tubular meat during my breaks at work,” I said without hesitation.
That time I coughed for real. I hadn’t meant for that to come out of my mouth. It was there in my head and then my mouth decided it was the perfect time to give it a voice. I blame Morgana. Who says they are thankful to get good sausage? She was practically begging me to embarrass myself like that.
“Let’s hope,” Edgar said. My eyes narrowed at him but he had turned from me.
Cool as always. Nothing fazed him, not even a frumpy co-worker making blatant and not very good penis jokes.
He was just casually glancing around the place scoping out a table.
“Crap. Looks like I got to head back to work. I just got a text from Mr. Payne telling me he needs to meet with me since it’s my first day back. Sorry.” Morgana frowned, shoving her phone back into her purse and pushing out the door.
After watching the door close, I turned to Edgar. He was staring at me, grimacing.
“Look, if you have something to do we can just order food to go,” I said, trying to offer him a way out. It was obvious back at the office he was only agreeing to lunch because he thought it would be him and Morgana. I’m not blind. Morgana was gorgeous and sexy and exactly what a player like Edgar would be into. I think it’s a little shitty that he would go after someone his best friend, Payne, was obviously into, but that was none of my business.
Now we can order food for lunch since we are already here and then go our separate ways.
Edgar smirked. His dimples deepening as his gaze drifted languidly to my lips. “Now why would I miss out on the chance of watching you suck on some tubular meat?”
My lady parts were seizing again.






Author Bio

Elizabeth Lynx writes romantic comedy with steam. She's a recovering comedian. Wife and mother of the male species. Believer in love & laughter. Her life consists of preventing small catastrophes and wondering if a day will exist when she doesn't have to fold laundry.


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Thursday, August 17, 2017

Review: Black Tie Affair by S Raven Storm


Title: Black Tie Affair
Author: S. Raven Storm
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Suspense
Release Date: July 18, 2017 






Roman is a renowned jewel thief known as the Black Panther. He’s the master of the game, until he meets an alley cat that teaches him a new way to play the game.
Ally is smart, cunning and can crack any safe, but does she know the combination to Roman’s heart?









If you like a steamy, suspenseful, intriguing paranormal romance read, one-click this one now!

Roman is a sexy panther-shifter, and a skilled jewel thief. He's considered to be a master, until the day his path crosses with Ally.

Ally, otherwise known as alley-cat to Roman, is a sneaky thief who out thieves the master. Not just once, but twice.

Roman's friend, Tiger, rubs it in Roman's face every chance he gets that he was duped by Ally. Roman's mind is set - he's going to get what's his at any cost.

The story has a lot of action, drama, and some very hot, sexy scenes. The characters are likable and well developed.  Reading the pages is like eating Lay's potato chips - betcha can't read just one! And you definitely won't want to put this one down until you've reached the end.

Other review excerpts ...

"What an amazing book!! Reading Black Tie Affair is like dreaming with your eyes open." ~ Connie

"I enjoyed how this story was written. It had my interest from the beginning to the end." ~ Sheila

"The characters are strong, determined and have amazing connections throughout." ~ Linda

"The story line was well developed as were the characters. Very hot and steamy." ~ Christine



S. Raven Storm is a romance author, who says she doesn't have a form of romance. She believes she has a blend of Contemporary, Paranormal, and Erotic Romance. 

Originally from Queens, New York, she's spent the greater part of her adulthood in Goldsboro, North Carolina. S. Raven Storm now lives in Camden, Delaware, where she spends every available minute writing. She is the author of Someone for Me trilogy, and the novella Lyon's Queen, as well as a poet.

She is renowned for her open mic venues and poetry slams. She holds a Bachelor's degree in Business Administration Management and Organizational Development. This mother of one (Tyshema), and four grands,(Keimani, Morgan, Asa & Lorin), loves to cook Italian cuisine, spend time with family and friends, as well as write and read all genres.