Mar 07

George Michael died of natural causes – BBC News

George Michael died as a result of heart and liver disease, a coroner has confirmed.

The pop star suffered a dilated cardiomyopathy with myocarditis and fatty liver, according to Darren Salter, senior coroner for Oxfordshire.

The singer died aged 53 on Christmas Day at his home in Goring-on-Thames, Oxfordshire.

Because there was a “natural cause of death”, the coroner said there was no need for an inquest… 

Click to read full story, but while I’m still heartbroken he’s gone, I’m glad to see it was natural causes. 

http://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-39193367

Feb 03

Three Hearts by Grace R. Duncan – Now Available for Preorder

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Three Hearts
By Grace R. Duncan
Cover by Jess Small
72k words
M/M Paranormal/shifters

Pre-order available now: Amazon

Release date: 3/3/2017

Liam Scott is sick. That’s not supposed to be possible. As a wolf shifter, he’s supposed to be able to heal. The omega gene he was born with means he’s capable of carrying shifter young and Liam is worried that whatever is wrong will mean his one-day hope of having pups will be dashed. But despite the fears keeping him away from the doctor until now, he knows he needs to go.

It turns out the sickness is temporary, but the treatment causes a whole other problem.

Mason’s alpha gene means he’s one of very few wolves who can impregnate an omega male. For two years, he’d been watching Liam, but things kept getting in the way. When Liam shows up in heat, Mason recognizes the opportunity he needs and doesn’t hesitate make to Liam his mate and the father of his pups.

But Liam has old wounds and fears to work through which the pregnancy is only making worse, and Mason isn’t sure how to get past them to show he’s serious about making a life together as loving mates. It’s not until a female wolf decides Mason should be hers that Liam makes his biggest worry known—and Mason can finally put the fears to rest.

Excerpt:

CHAPTER 1

Liam

When the alarm went off, I smacked it into submission, then burrowed farther into my pillow. The last thing I wanted to do was get out of bed. Despite knowing I had to have slept, I had absolutely zero energy. I didn’t remember waking up overnight at all, and I knew I’d lain down by ten and fallen asleep pretty fast.

I gave in to a moment of self-pity. As a wolf shifter, I wasn’t supposed to be sick. I wasn’t supposed to be able to get sick with common things. And if I got sick, I was supposed to be able to recover within a day or two. Our injuries never lasted more than a day or two, and that was only if it was severe. We didn’t get diseases, especially human ones. And if we did manage to contract some kind of bug that attacked wolf immunity, our bodies killed it quickly.

There were rumors that a form of cancer had started hitting the wolf population. That scared me more than a little, especially recently, with whatever was wrong with me. It was one reason why I hadn’t yet gone to the doctor. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what they’d tell me.

Because I was also not a typical male shifter. I was one of a rare type the Idiots That Be named “omega.” I didn’t know if they found it ironic or what when they borrowed the name from the humans’ faulty knowledge of wild wolves. But omega was definitely a misnomer. It used to mean “weak.” The bottom of the totem pole, as it were, in a wolf pack. I was on the smaller side, but that was no more indicative of my strength than my light brown hair was.

Omegas are as strong as most other wolves, as fast as any of them. We’re not looked down on—for the most part—by other wolves, or made to be the last to do or get anything. Sure, there are always some who insist we’re inferior. I suspect it’s mostly jealousy, though that wasn’t always easy to remember when I was the one being picked on.

No, what made us unique was that omegas could carry and give birth to our young.

Like the female wolves, omegas went into heat once a month, usually for four days around the new moon. Sometimes more or less; it was as individual as human females were. We wolves, omega and female alike, took a form of birth control that suppressed our heat. I had no idea how it worked with our metabolism, but apparently the shifter scientists knew a lot more than me. So, as the new moon approached, I took a pill twice a day and voila—no heat.

Which was good because going through heat sucked.

It was the worst horniness imaginable. I could jack off constantly for that four-day period and it didn’t relieve me. I could stuff my ass full of dildos and nothing helped. The only thing that would was the one thing I hadn’t let myself do—find an alpha male to breed me.

Yes, we had alphas. It was a genetic marker in their blood, not much else. Most of them were a bit bigger than the rest of us, some a bit stronger. But it wasn’t a huge difference. And I hadn’t yet met an alpha with the kind of asshole attitude that’s so frequently portrayed in fiction. They got named alpha because they were discovered first. Alpha males were the only ones who could impregnate an omega, which was probably because of that genetic marker. And while the scientists understood it, I didn’t.

The rest of the wolf population didn’t have a specific designation. If you weren’t an alpha or omega, you were just a plain ol’ wolf.

But even though I wasn’t ready to mate yet, I did want to have pups someday. So I was scared to death of what a doctor would tell me. What if something was wrong and I couldn’t have them?

I was going to have to put aside my fear, though. It’d been going on for two months now. Despite shifting on the full moon—we had no choice; we were forced through the shift—and exercising when I could, running at other times, I hadn’t gotten better.

I was exhausted. All the time. I got cold at the drop of a hat.

And I’d been forgetting shit. Stupid little details, that were driving me crazy. It had to stop.

About Grace

grace_nohateGrace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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Jan 31

NYTimes: Boy Scouts, Reversing Century-Old Stance, Will Allow Transgender Boys

Boy Scouts, Reversing Century-Old Stance, Will Allow Transgender Boys https://nyti.ms/2jPkv15

Jan 30

Shy Person’s Guide to Calling Representatives 

As someone who has an anxiety dis a d cold calls can be killer… this post is a wonder. I mean, i *know* hiw to call, but having it laid out, with reaources and everyting is such a help and nerve saver! So….

In the coming weeks and years  you will be seeing a lot of requests to call your…

Visit Action Friday for full.post and for other great posts.
http://actionfriday.tumblr.com/post/153358069831/shy-persons-guide-to-calling-representatives

Jan 30

The Perfect Bite-Sized Breakfast For Your Busy Morning 

I cut up baby bellas instead of tomatoes  (as I hate the little red balls of ick) or diced bell peppers but otherwise make the and then have to fight the kids for one.

Healthy Egg White Breakfast Cups

Jan 27

Holocaust Memorial Day

Today is a special day for so many. It’s Holocaust Memorial Day. Something we should never forget! Sadly, so few remember. So few are taught. And even fewer know the history of the pink triangle comes from this horrid and sick time as well.

Jews were forced to wear the star of David to mark them, but gays were imprisoned and marked with the down facing pink triangle. When the Allied Forces freed the Jews… the gays were not so lucky. It was still as crime in most of the world at that time.

Remember this day. Remember where the triangle comes from. And never forget our history. I never want to see a time where something like the Holocaust happens again. 

Non-complancency. Resistance. Stand up for others, not just self. Remembering the past and not allowing it to repeat…. 

What will you do to make sure this never happens again?

Jan 23

Caramelized Tofu and Broccoli Stir-Fry – Meatless Monday

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Caramelized Tofu and Broccoli Stir-Fry

Caramelized tofu broccoli stir fry from Meatless Monday & The Kids Cook Monday! 

Jan 16

Spicy Peanut Rice Noodles – Meatless Monday

Rice noodles soak up savory flavors of garlic, peanuts, hoisin and basil in this Thai dish. Carrots and bell pepper are sautéed with ginger then tossed with the flavorful noodles before it’s all finished off with refreshing cucumber strips

 

Spicy Peanut Rice Noodles

Source: Spicy Peanut Rice Noodles – Meatless Monday

Dec 17

Tempeste’s Temptations Invitation

Dec 16

30% all my Dreamspinner Press releases

Good morning.  Dreamspinner Press just announced that the entire store is 30% off for 2 days only (16th & 17th)! So stock up and get those gifts for friends and family all at the same time. There are so many great stories avaliable…. and not just mine 😉 Check out Grace Duncan, Andi Van, Andrew Grey, Mary Calmes, Anne Barwell, Lou Sylvre, Kc Burn, and the whole DSP crew for great reads, true heart, and some lusty boys!

https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/authors/tempeste-oriley-474

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