Good Monday morning, Jill! Is is hot where you are? It might as well be Summer here in Georgia.  Don't stand too near the fireplace.   
 
The Yellowblown™ Eruption Begins Today – New Release! ( Mary might be a day or 2 late. She can't count or read calendars!)

J. Hughey chose the release date of her new New Adult contemporary romance to correspond with the date of the eruption of the Yellowstone volcano in her story, an event that will turn her lead character’s world on its head as the series progresses. The first book, Eruption, gives a glimpse of Violet Perch’s college life and the unavoidable changes she endures when things get seriously messed up for the North American continent. If you didn’t know North America is a continent, you’ll learn a few more geeky facts while enjoying Violet’s story. Plus, keep reading to get a chance to win some swag!


Here’s the blurb for Eruption, which will be on sale for 99 cents for a short time:
I’m in the middle of the perfect college semester, hundreds of miles from Mom, with an awesome roomie and my freshman crush finally becoming a sophomore reality—Hotness! I’m figuring out calculus, I’ve got both hands on the handlebars and the wind of freedom in my hair. What on earth could slow my roll?

How about if the Yellowstone volcano erupts for the first time in 630,000 years, spewing a continuous load of ash (crap) all over North America? Think that’ll put a kink in my bicycle chain?

Make that kinks, plural, because here’s a scientific fact I’ll bet you didn’t know. Nothing ruins the perfect semester like a super caldera. Now that I’ve made you smarter today, maybe you can tell me how to keep my life cruising in the right direction—no to Mom, yes to roomie, double yes to Hotness!—during a global disaster?

My lame name is Violet and, in the interest of full disclosure, I’m not hanging from the side of a cinder cone on the last page of this trauma, but there’s definitely more to come. Unless, of course, humans become extinct and then there’s not. Duh.

Eruption is on sale for 99 cents. It’ll jump up to $2.99 soon so grab your copy now! http://www.amazon.com/Eruption-YellowblownTM-Book-J-Hughey-ebook/dp/B00MRHAIRO

Enjoy an excerpt from the day the eruption starts:
“You’re starting to freak me out,” I said. Boone looked like he was going to tell me someone had died, but he didn’t know anyone in my family, and surely the Dean of Students would not give him the responsibility of passing on bad news after three weeks of talking.
“Sorry,” he said. “I can’t decide if I’m freaked out or not.” He took a deep breath. “Yellowstone is erupting.”
I stared at him, not a flicker of comprehension illuminating my dim-bulb mind. Nothing. “Yellowstone? The place with the, umm, geysers?” Obviously I’d heard of Yellowstone, never been there, not sure I could place it on a map in the murky part of the U.S. between where I lived and Hollywood.
“Yeah. Yellowstone sits over a hotspot that’s been around for millions of years.”
“Instead of steaming it’s now erupting? As in lava erupting?” We’d covered igneous rocks in a very general way already so I knew hot liquefied rock below the ground was called magma and, when it erupted, became lava.
“Dr. Potter says nobody knows what it’s doing. It blew this morning. I mean explosively blew. All the local sensors went offline. Satellite pictures show a big brown cloud of dust. Like two hundred miles across.”
Boone’s voice shook a fraction. I put my hand on his forearm. He sat back so he could hold it in his.
I asked, “Do you have friends out there, or family?”
“Not close. Dr. Potter knows I’m from Nebraska. He asked me where—made me point to it on a map. He said my family might want to stockpile supplies, or better yet, leave.” He paused, prompting me to scoot to the edge of my seat. “My house is nine hundred miles away from Yellowstone, Violet.”
“Are you serious?”
“He says if it does anything close to what it’s done in the past, thirty percent of the U.S. is pretty well screwed.”
I rifled through my bag to find my tablet. “Show me,” I said. “I need to see a map or something.”
“C’mon,” he said. He took me to Dr. Potter’s office. The professor ignored us. He jabbed his finger at his cell phone to enter a text message. The screen of his laptop glowed with a cascade of open program windows, and his iPad bonged with an incoming email tone. His finger did not pause when Boone led me to an ancient roller-shade map of the US.
“Yellowstone is here. Dr. Potter drew this red circle this morning.”
That’s not coming off any time soon, I thought as I studied the thick line of scarlet Sharpie.
“The last eruption basically obliterated everything within this oval.”
“When?”
“Six hundred thirty thousand years ago,” Dr. Potter muttered. His trendy rectangular glasses sat askew on his nose. He swept his hand toward his laptop’s screen in a disgusted now-look-what-you’ve done gesture. I circled around his desk to see images more current than the one offered by the cartographic fossil on the wall.
A dark mess of chocolate pudding plopped in the midst of the whipped topping clouds of a satellite loop. The mass burgeoned over the northwestern U.S., dry pudding mix edges caught and swept east by the prevailing winds.
Anyone with a grandpa who blares Weather Watcher on the TV all day knows weather moves east.
Apparently, crap shot into the air by Yellowstone moves east, too.

END OF EXCERPT


About The Author
J. Hughey knows what a girl wants. Independence. One or two no-matter-what-happens friends. A smokin’ hot romance. A basic understanding of geological concepts. Huh? Okay, maybe not every girl is into geology, but J. Hughey is, and in the Yellowblown™ series she combines her passion for a timeless love story with her interest in geeky stuff to help Violet Perch get a life, despite an ongoing global catastrophe.

J. Hughey also writes historical romance as Jill Hughey.

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I Dream of Bobby Deen Peanut Butter Pie

Whoever came up with the term, “Easy as pie”, clearly never attempted to make a pie. Especially a fruit pie.

But today’s blog is about a talented pie baker. Hailing from Pickens, SC, Francine Bryson recently published her first book, “Blue Ribbon Baking From a Redneck Kitchen,” after finaling in CBS’s “The American Baking Competition.”

Before you conjure up an image of a redneck being cast as an extra in the movie, “Deliverance,” check out Francine’s definition:
“A redneck is laid back, lives off the land, hunts and fishes. Don’t take life too seriously. It’s country. It’s a way of life.”






Interestingly, one of the recipes in Francine’s cookbook appeared to her in a dream about Bobby Deen. He’s the son of TV chef Paula Deen.





The following recipe from Francine’s book is aptly named: “I Dream of Bobby Deen Peanut Butter Pie.”
Spoiler alert---you’ll need to start your diet tomorrow.

Crust:
2 1/2 cups sweetened shredded coconut
1/2 stick unsalted butter, melted
1/4 C heavy cream
1 cup semisweet chocolate chips

Filling:
2 cups heavy cream
3/4 cup confectioner’s sugar
1 8 oz. package cream cheese at room temperature
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup creamy peanut butter

Directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Toast coconut on baking sheet until evenly browned—10-16 minutes. Cool
Mix the toasted coconut with the butter and press into a 10 inch, deep-dish pie pan. Set in fridge 20 minutes.

Heat cream in saucepan until warm, Remove from heat and add chocolate chips, stirring until melted. Spread chocolate over coconut crust and refrigerate 15 minutes.

Whip heavy cream and confectioner’s sugar with electric mixer until stiff peaks. Reserve 1 cup for garnish.

Whip cream cheese and sugar in separate bowl with electric mixer until fluffy. Add peanut butter and mix until blended. Fold remaining whipped cream into cream cheese mixture with rubber spatula. Pour into pie crust and chill an hour.
Top with reserved whipped cream.

Enjoy!


Me And My Best Friend

Who would of thought that my best friend would live thousands of miles away in another country. Not me. I met Lyn on the internet, but we had an instant connection that being a world away couldn't change.
Writing gave me a lot of gifts, not much money, but other gifts. I joined my local Romance Writers chapter and met a group of fun wonderful people, who will stay in my heart for the rest of my life. I never liked groups of women before. They seemed to always have that high school mind set, where there are cliques. But, authors, well they are another breed entirely. Maybe it's the common thread we share? Writing is a difficult endeavor, there is no guarantee you will get published. We all want that big one. A New York Times bestseller!
For me that is not as important as the friends I have made. Honest! Every once in awhile someone will tell me they loved my books. Now that is as good as being on the A list to me. In ten years no one will know if I was on that list. But, the person who read my story and liked it, well they will  remember me, hopefully, if the story meant anything to them, they will remember me and it forever.





Lyn is like an adorable little pixie.Her bright red hair and dancing eyes, coupled with a tender heart, touched me. We have taken two trips to Ohio to spend time together. It's uncanny, she knows what I am thinking before I say it. I can look at her and know what is in her heart. We both love horses. She has had several, I was not so lucky. But, we share that feeling that most little girls grow up with, 'must love horses'. As well as all other creatures. We share things every day, and though she is a million miles away, she is as close as an email or skype. My only regret is that we can't see each other in person. She always makes me smile, and we could have so much fun if she was closer. Her accent is wonderful, and boy does she love tea. Lyn just lost her little Jack Russel terrier, and I share her pain. I have loved and lost several pets, but Lyn assures me they are waiting over the Rainbow Bridge for us, running around an having a terrific time in doggie heaven. I hope they are.
So my advise to anyone who is interested is this. Never pass up a chance to make a friend. They are worth their weight in gold and I wouldn't trade her for her the gold, ever.

The point is, never sit home and wait for life to come to you. Happiness and good friends don't knock on your door and invite themselves in. You have to take chances. If you don't, imagine what you could miss in life, even from thousands of miles away...