Who doesn't like a glass of beer?
Plato, Shakespeare, and even Abraham Lincoln have declared their love for a pint! But how much do you know about it?
Before water was safe to drink, everyone—even children
drank beer.
Known as small beer,
it was about 1% alcohol. The brewing process killed off any bacteria
Beer is good for the bones.
Beer’s not a
recommended health food but it does contain silicon – element ingredient vital
for bone health.
Beer bubbles float downward
Ever watched the
bubbles in your beer glass? You really haven’t had too much. They float to the
bottom of the glass. It’s something to do with drag from the walls of the
glass!
Slug traps contain
beer. The slugs are drawn toward it, fall in, and drown.
It sounds like a waste
of beer to me. Scientists say you need a
beer trap every meter to be effective. I’d use organic slug pellets and drink the beer.
The great beer flood
In 1814 a gigantic vat
of beer ruptured in the parish of St Giles in London and 323,000 gallons of ale flooded several streets. The beer tidal wave
destroyed buildings and killed two people.
So why my interest in beer?
My latest paranormal romance Taken as Theirs is set in a post-apocalyptic world, and my heroes are brewers.
Make that werewolf brewers. As alpha wolves, they'll take over the pack one day, but for now they are happy to brew the best beer in the south of England
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Publishers Blurb
As a
breeder--one of the few fertile women left in a ruined, plague-ravaged
world--Cassie would fetch a handsome price at auction, and selling her to the
highest bidder was exactly what her captors had in mind... until two fearsome
beasts decided to take her for themselves.
Eli and Dane have chosen Cassie for their mate,
and when she makes a foolish attempt at escape she quickly ends up tearfully
promising obedience as her bare bottom is soundly and shamefully punished. Her
body's response to their stern dominance cannot be denied, however, and it
isn't long before she is screaming out her intense, helpless pleasure as she is
roughly and thoroughly claimed. But will Eli and Dane's pack accept a human
girl or will Cassie be an outsider forever?
Publisher's Note: Taken as Theirs includes spankings
and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Excerpt
Goosebumps covered Cassie’s
flesh. Tingles raced between her legs, tiny electric sparks that warmed her
blood. One kind word and her good intentions would crumble—just like her
sisters’ chance of freedom if she told this drop-dead gorgeous pair about them.
What with the vampire
auction and that nightmare descent of the cliff, she couldn’t take much more.
Cassie had been a fool to think she could escape. Completely drained, she was
at the werewolves’ mercy
Her imagination worked
overtime. Wolves were pack animals. Suppose they decided to share her around
the crew? The vampires certainly would have, and she didn’t expect werewolves
to behave any better.
She cowered when Eli
pulled a knife, but he sawed through the wet rope binding her to his brother.
Her legs folded, and only Dane’s strong grip kept her upright. Sheaving his
knife, Eli swept her into his arms.
He gave her his best
Pepsodent-white smile. “Foolish little princess, so eager to return to the
vampires who will abuse you. You’re safe here, despite the unconventional start
to our friendship.”
Like a half-drowned
kitten, she dripped water onto his trousers. He smelled of summer breezes and
crops ripening in the fields. So cold her teeth had stopped chattering, she let
go of her fears and let Eli take charge. Heat flowed from his chest to hers,
but it wasn’t enough. She felt like an ice cube lost at the back of a freezer.
He carried her through
a narrow galley, and into the captain’s cabin. She’d expected twin bunks and a
tiny space. Instead, this room reminded her of Nelson’s cabin on the HMS
Victory. The back wall consisted of window panes, giving her a view of the
distant cliffs. The view fascinated and delighted her but the cabin’s
four-poster bed terrified her. It covered more than half the room and had
enough room for three if not four.
Dane pulled towels from
a trunk then tossed her one of his brother’s jumpers. “Get dry, princess then
get into bed and warm up. We’re going to lock you in while we get underway in
earnest, but we’ll be back with hot stew and a hot coffee soon.”
After living on half
rations for a week, her mouth watered at the thought of a decent meal. That
these dominant werewolves cared for her welfare stunned her. Then they offered
her a coffee. Utter luxury.
Emotions set in, and
tears filled her eyes. She broke into a cold sweat that turned her forehead
clammy. She’d never felt so weary in her life—not even when she’d swum
marathons.
Dane lifted her chin
and gazed into her eyes. “Don’t cry, little human. You’re safe now.”
The intensity in his
gaze felt like a shot of energy for her soul. It made her feel hot and tingly
inside. She craved his touch, and maybe his kiss. A fresh set of shivers beset
her. This time, they were more about her forbidden attraction for the
werewolves than the cold.
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