Friday, November 2, 2012

Guest author Danica Winters

Please welcome Danica Winters!

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

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.

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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?


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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 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?

            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.

            Ravenous Romance:
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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?

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?
            Barnes and Noble: (Currently off of B&N for KDP Promotion, but will return to B&N after 90 days after publisher’s promotion)
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1 comment:

  1. Thank you for having me on your blog today. It is greatly appreciated!
    Danica Winters


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