Since we are all in this together, I’ll do my part and put all of my books up on Amazon for free over the next few weeks (one at a time). This should save you from needing any packages or taking a trip out to grab a good read. Be safe.
Visit my author page for your free book starting Monday 3/16/2020
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B083XVJCMJ/
With only two weeks until Valentine’s Day, we have the perfect gift! Short and Sweet Erotica Stories from the Decorators Series is available on Kindle, paperback on Amazon, or get a signed paperback copy just from us email: eden.freed.author@gmail.com
Enjoy four sexy tales written by the Jersey Girl, Eden Freed, and then visit our book blog for a Timesless Treat recipe you’ll want to make over and over again.
This week we’re especially excited to add some tales to Eden Freed’s Decorators Series. We’ve also got a Timeless Treats recipe for you below.
Enjoy!
While you await the full length book, I was bursting at the seams to share these short tales with you. This compilation has two shorts you may know and two completely new ones, though all are sexy as hell and kinky enough to reread.
Having worked as a professional entertainer I have perhaps a bit more insight into the industry than most writers, and yes- that includes princess attire, balloon twisting, face painting, temporary tattooing, psychic reading mayhem (not all at once thank goodness) the likes of which no one would ever believe. Let me tell you those four year olds can be tough as nails and the adults nearly as difficult. Still, entertaining is the business of keeping people happy and smiling and you can’t help but love a good party.
A few years ago, a friend and author told me to write what I know and write from the heart, and I think she’d be pleased with the results. I hope you enjoy it, too!
Since we usually add a cocktail/ virgin drink recipe, we’re including a spiked dessert from the Decorators Book Series. Below you will find recipes for cream Puff Pastry & Pastry Filling. Add in a cupcake liquid infuser full of Amaretto, Chocolate Liquor, or Brandy and you’re ready to serve (omit the alcohol for the kiddies).
This collection of four erotic romance stories by Eden Freed from the Decorators series is sure to warm your heart.
Book 1: (M/F) Rope Bunny- Candy wants nothing more than to be in Master Colt’s ropes. She’s new to the scene and hopes reality will match her fantasies, but when she meets DM Ethan Thompson she begins to wonder if she’s been pining for the wrong Dom.
Book 2: (M/F) Sweet, With Just a Hint of Kink- Cala is a brat used to getting her way. It’s simple, she only has to ask for something and she gets it. Chef Pain is a man of principles, and no amount of money or power can intimidate him. He is a Dominant with his own power. Cala is about to learn, that power comes from within.
Book 3: (M/F) Knot A Princess: Briar is a young mother and widow, struggling to cope with her loss. No man can measure up to a hero who had given his life for his country, but that leaves Briar lonely. She bravely puts on Princess dress to entertain children at parties filled with rich snobs, so she can provide for her son. Then this new age Cinderella gets noticed by the prince. Will this be just another gig, or a happily ever after?
Book 4: (F/F) The Picture of My Heart- Julianne is an aspiring photojournalist eeking out a living as a wedding photographer. Her muse is looking for something more and she finds that with Ann, famous artist Tadeusz Christov’s companion/model. The deeper Julianne probes, the more she discovers about Ann and Christov, until she isn’t sure what is real. The only thing she knows is what she wants… Ann.
Today’s Cream Puff Pastry-
Ingredients:
1 c. water
1/4 c. butter
pinch of salt
4 eggs
1 c. flour
Instructions:
Mixture will come away from the sides and ball up. That’s your sign to remove it from the heat entirely and let it cool.Yesterday’s Pastry Cream-
I make this the day before so its thoroughly chilled before using.
Ingredients:
1/2 c. sugar
1/4 c. cornstarch
2 c. whole milk (3%)
4 egg yolks
Pinch of salt
2 tablespoons butter
1 Teaspoon vanilla sugar or vanilla extract
Finishing touches:
You can add dark chocolate ganache to the top and some candied orange rind, pop in a cupcake infuser full of your favorite sweet alcohol, or just sprinkle powdered (confectioner’s) sugar on top and serve with fresh berries. A little of yesterday and a little of today make this a timeless treat!
Hello Lovelies,
I must have lost my mind, but I’ve decided to give away some of my short stories on Amazon Kindle.
Hey, it’s Friday so lets drink to that! 
I am opening my favorite Chateau Ste. Michelle Riesling. Nice and cold….. bubbly effervescent, dry with the aroma of sea shore and fresh fruit.
First we’ll have just for tomorrow and Sunday (Aug. 10th -11th):
Then, from Thursday through Monday (Aug. 15th -19th)
And last but not least, from Friday – Tuesday (Aug. 16th -20th) free for the first time ever since published:
Check out my other titles on my Author Page on Amazon. So, load up your Kindle and hit the beach.
Here comes another of Eden Freed’s short stories for our liquid Friday fun.
This one is a fairy tale based on Slavic and Balkan tales, written in collaboration with Dimitri Romanov. Enjoy this short read on Kindle or Kindle Unlimited. Glimpse the world of magic and fairy tales with Tartarus Bellows.
What should we drink tonight? What would you expect a hero of a Slavic or Balkan tale to have? Of course a nice glass of Rakia. You say there are many types: yes I agree, and the best one is Slivovitz, a plum brandy. 
You choose your brand, pour yourself a glass and stop wasting time. Kick back, relax and grab a copy of Tartarus Bellows for full enjoinment. Remember, it’s free on Kindle for the next two days. The book that is, not Slivovitz, sorry.
Blurb:
Our perfectly flawed hero Erroris embarks an adventure to discover that love is as ancient as the forest Baba Yaga lives in and maybe just as dangerous. Journey to the heart of the matter and find out if good really does triumph over evil and whether or not the devil does get his due. This short story is based on old Slavonic and Balkan tales with a modern twist. Would you be willing to brave the perils on earth and dive into the depths of hell for the sake of love?
Excerpt:
“Erroris, you pitiful excuse for a demon, get in there and drag out the wicked for judgment!” Likho screeched and angrily cocked his one eye at the lesser demon. “If I didn’t know any better I would think that you pitied these deviant mortals. Tartarus has a place for demons that fail to serve.”
Likho’s words caused Erroris to hold his tongue, lest the coals be 
raked across it again. He had no heart for his job. How could he help bring the wicked to justice when he had no concept of true evil? Can one know evil without first seeing good? There has to be more to this existence than torment and torture. What I would give for one mortal lifetime!
As if Likho could hear his thoughts, he walked over and squeezed Erroris’ mouth open forcing his tongue to hang out like the three-headed beast Cerberus’ after a run. Without releasing the pressure on the hollows of Erroris’ cheeks, Likho bellowed, “I don’t see it in there, but if you have even the smallest piece of goodness in you we will scare it out, once and for all. You will go live among the mortals. Once your talons begin to show, you’ll be back here and Zmey, the dragon guardian of Tartarus will slowly devour your black heart.” Likho loosened the grip on Erroris’ face and grinned a wicked smile that could inspire fear even in a demon.
Mustering what little courage remained, Erroris asked, “And if I’m good?”
Doubled over and clutching his abdomen with two clawed hands, Likho laughed. It was a sound that anyone in Tartarus seldom heard and it struck a dark chord of fear in even the bravest demon. The sound reached Zmey and roused the dark beast from slumber. It shook ash off its leathery wings and sharpened its claws on the jagged obsidian rocks where it bedded down. Erroris felt the sudden and unmistakable sensation of claws digging into his shoulders.
This wonderful short story or love, friendship and coming out, from Eden Freed is available free on Kindle , but only for a very limited time. Get it today or this Saturday December 8th or miss all the fun.
Don’t miss it: click here.
Oh, and I almost forgot the cocktail, with all the excitement promoting my short story. Silly me.
In the story, Lelo and Sasha seem to be more of teatotalers, so for tonight we will respect their choice and go with a nice cup of hot Earl 
Gray tea. Earl Grey is a flavored tea with probably the most known distinct flavor. It is a black tea base, flavored with bergamot orange rind oil. Bergamot orange is a citrus fruit with the appearance and flavor somewhere between an orange and a lemon with a little grapefruit and lime thrown in.
So brew yourself a nice cup of this delicious tea, and kick back with the free copy of Eat Dessert First.
Enjoy!
Blurb:
Lelo has the ultimate friendship in Sasha. A person that cares for her, supports her, makes her laugh and enjoy life. Will she risk it all and follow her heart for a chance at romance? What if Sasha doesn’t share her feelings, doesn’t understand and walks away? Is it worth risking the friendship?
Excerpt:
My pulse quickened as Sasha took my hand and led me into her freshly decorated bedroom. Libraries had only slightly larger collections of history books than she had amassed. Every wall of the room from the floor to the ceiling was lined with them. I felt 
unworthy and stood there in a sort of rapturous awe akin to a religious experience.
“When I move, I’m giving these to you, Lelo,” she laughed but her cheeks didn’t light up the way they used to.
“Don’t you want to read them again?” My question made her look up at the ceiling. As familiar as I was with the gesture, I didn’t understand her tears. We shared everything, even embarrassing things like our first dates and the first time we had our hearts broken. Silent tears were strange creatures that kept the distance between us, but they had become increasingly familiar over the years.
When I first moved to Somerville, in second grade, Sasha was my first friend. I was her only friend. We painted each other’s nails and shared the same stick of bubble gum. There was a certain shyness in her soul that beckoned me like a moth to a flame. The fire in her made me burn with a curiosity to know everything. We began our kindred search with history books.
Twenty years and seven address changes later we were still best friends. We posted book reviews and critiques, sent countless emails, and spoke on the phone daily, though seldom saw each other. Her father was stationed in Los Alamos and we were both finished with college. She wanted to be closer, so I found an apartment for her. With my best pair of Keds on, I helped move carefully sealed boxes out of the van and into the freshly painted apartment. We sat on the floor and ate Chinese food unfolding the food containers into plates.
“You want me to help you unpack?”
“I’ll drive you nuts with my library OCD. Everything has to be in the correct order or I’ll spend hours fixing it,” she laughed pointing to numbers on the boxes. I knew all of her nuances. There was nothing more I wanted than to tell her everything I felt in my heart, but the fear of losing our friendship stopped me.
“You sure? I can count, you know.”
“No, I’m good. It will wait until tomorrow,” she said, laying her head against my shoulder. Her silken tresses brushed against my neck and I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her so close that I could feel her heart beating like a hummingbird’s. My gut told me something was wrong, but I was too afraid to find out what it was. Silently, I prayed that she would confide the torment of her soul, but the hush only grew between us until I said goodnight.
This week we are featuring author, Joseph R Kennedy and his new book: Nanecdotes: Confessions of a Thirty-Day Novelist , a must read for any one who has been involved with NaNoWriMo. By the way, Nanecdotes is available for free only today November 16th and next Friday November 30th, so do not miss this opportunity to get your laughs and a cocktail (sorry that one is not free) for your Liquid Friday.
Before we test our sense of humor, let’s hear from Joseph R Kennedy about his favorite cocktail for tonight:
Recycling: Most of the year.
“Honey, can you please put all the empty wine in the recycling. There’s like five of them just this week. They are picking up glass tomorrow.”
“Okay. I am a writer you know!”
Recycling: November
“Honey, can you please put all the empty wine in the recycling. There’s like fifteen of them just this week. They are picking up cardboard tomorrow.”
“Okay. I am a NaNo writer, you know!”
Joseph R. Kennedy is a long time I.T. Professional who is a part-time writer, and genealogy enthusiast. His current projects include a collection of quips, usually involving 
writing and anything involving literature, with an occasional nod to sports, genealogy, and the horror that is NJ Transit.
He is also an advisory board member for the New York Nineteenth Century Society, and a history enthusiast.
When not writing or reading, he can be found in various libraries or archives looking for Dead Kennedys, or doing steampunk related activities, like making a rocket jet pack.
He is a father of two adult children, lives in Northern New Jersey, and works in New York City.
This week we are featuring author, ghost writer and coach Chris Redding and her new paranormal romance shape shifter novel Destiny of a Gargoyle: Book One When Gargoyles Love.
But before we immerse ourselves in the magic of her novel, we must hear from Chris Redding about her favorite cocktail for tonight:
Long Island Iced Tea is my favorite! Why that drink? Because when I was a bartender it was my signature drink. People came to the bar to ask me to make it because they’d heard mine was good.
Recipe:
Fill the rest of the glass with sour mix then a splash of cola.
Blurb:
Donal Foley was born in a time when magic ruled the Earth.
Gargoyles protected fairies from goblins. His family was a group of 
elite gargoyles who were assigned to protect a specific fairy. His father’s dereliction of that duty cursed his sons to become stone and wait.
Now reawakened in the twenty first century where no one believes in magic how is he going to convince his fairy that she is one and that she is in danger from a goblin?
He must do that without falling in love with her.
Excerpt:
The next morning, Meg was still wondering what mistake she’d made. What had she said that sent Donal running out of the bar?
She ended up taking the day off and now she was doing things that she normally had to attend to on weekends. Picking up dry cleaning and shopping for underwear were so much more pleasant when everyone else was at work.
Since she lived by the University of Pennsylvania and Drexel University, students streamed past her with backpacks and cups of coffee. Ah, to be young again.
Her first stop was to the supermarket for some food. With her canvas bags in hand, she entered the doors of the local supermarket, but something made her look behind her. She had the feeling someone was watching her.
She didn’t see anyone, except a young man who seemed out of place. And he looked like Donal. She blinked, but he was gone.
About Chris:
Chris Redding lives in New Jersey creating otherworldly stories. When she isn’t writing, she walks and does yoga. She is also a ghostwriter and a writing coach.
Thus comes the third installment from Eden Freed‘s Garden. This one is a fairy tale based on Slavic and Balkan tales, written in collaboration with Dimitri Romanov. Enjoy this short read on Kindle or Kindle Unlimited. Glimpse the world of magic and fairy tales with Tartarus Bellows.
Blurb:
Our perfectly flawed hero Erroris embarks an adventure to discover that love is as ancient as the forest Baba Yaga lives in and maybe just as dangerous. Journey to the heart of the matter and find out if good really does triumph over evil and whether or not the devil does get his due. This short story is based on old Slavonic and Balkan tales with a modern twist. Would you be willing to brave the perils on earth and dive into the depths of hell for the sake of love?
Excerpt:
“Erroris, you pitiful excuse for a demon, get in there and drag out the wicked for judgment!” Likho screeched and angrily cocked his one eye at the lesser demon. “If I didn’t know any better I would think that you pitied these deviant mortals. Tartarus has a place for demons that fail to serve.”
Likho’s words caused Erroris to hold his tongue, lest the coals be 
raked across it again. He had no heart for his job. How could he help bring the wicked to justice when he had no concept of true evil? Can one know evil without first seeing good? There has to be more to this existence than torment and torture. What I would give for one mortal lifetime!
As if Likho could hear his thoughts, he walked over and squeezed Erroris’ mouth open forcing his tongue to hang out like the three-headed beast Cerberus’ after a run. Without releasing the pressure on the hollows of Erroris’ cheeks, Likho bellowed, “I don’t see it in there, but if you have even the smallest piece of goodness in you we will scare it out, once and for all. You will go live among the mortals. Once your talons begin to show, you’ll be back here and Zmey, the dragon guardian of Tartarus will slowly devour your black heart.” Likho loosened the grip on Erroris’ face and grinned a wicked smile that could inspire fear even in a demon.
Mustering what little courage remained, Erroris asked, “And if I’m good?”
Doubled over and clutching his abdomen with two clawed hands, Likho laughed. It was a sound that anyone in Tartarus seldom heard and it struck a dark chord of fear in even the bravest demon. The sound reached Zmey and roused the dark beast from slumber. It shook ash off its leathery wings and sharpened its claws on the jagged obsidian rocks where it bedded down. Erroris felt the sudden and unmistakable sensation of claws digging into his shoulders.
And here is the second story from Eden’s Garden. Eat Dessert First is a light LGBT romance short read for your enjoyment. Available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited.
Blurb:
Lelo has the ultimate friendship in Sasha. A person that cares for her, supports her, makes her laugh and enjoy life. Will she risk it all and follow her heart for a chance at romance? What if Sasha doesn’t share her feelings, doesn’t understand and walks away? Is it worth risking the friendship?
Excerpt:
My pulse quickened as Sasha took my hand and led me into her freshly decorated bedroom. Libraries had only slightly larger collections of history books than she had amassed. Every wall of the room from the floor to the ceiling was lined with them. I felt unworthy and stood there in a sort of rapturous awe akin to a religious experience.
“When I move, I’m giving these to you, Lelo,” she laughed but her cheeks didn’t light up the way they used to.
“Don’t you want to read them again?” My question made her look up at the ceiling. As familiar as I was with the gesture, I didn’t understand her tears. We shared everything, even embarrassing things like our first dates and the first time we had our hearts broken. Silent tears were strange creatures that kept the distance between us, but they had become increasingly familiar over the years.
When I first moved to Somerville, in second grade, Sasha was my first friend. I was her only friend. We painted each other’s nails and shared the same stick of bubble gum. There was a certain shyness in her soul that beckoned me like a moth to a flame. The fire in her made me burn with a curiosity to know everything. We began our kindred search with history books.
Twenty years and seven address changes later we were still best friends. We posted book reviews and critiques, sent countless emails, and spoke on the phone daily, though seldom saw each other. Her father was stationed in Los Alamos and we were both finished with college. She wanted to be closer, so I found an apartment for her. With my best pair of Keds on, I helped move carefully sealed boxes out of the van and into the freshly painted apartment. We sat on the floor and ate Chinese food unfolding the food containers into plates.
“You want me to help you unpack?”
“I’ll drive you nuts with my library OCD. Everything has to be in the correct order or I’ll spend hours fixing it,” she laughed pointing to numbers on the boxes. I knew all of her nuances. There was nothing more I wanted than to tell her everything I felt in my heart, but the fear of losing our friendship stopped me.
“You sure? I can count, you know.”
“No, I’m good. It will wait until tomorrow,” she said, laying her head against my shoulder. Her silken tresses brushed against my neck and I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her so close that I could feel her heart beating like a hummingbird’s. My gut told me something was wrong, but I was too afraid to find out what it was. Silently, I prayed that she would confide the torment of her soul, but the hush only grew between us until I said goodnight.
