Sunday, January 25, 2015

Savory Sunday~Cool Lime Cheesecake

How about a yummy and low calorie cheesecake :) This is one of my favorites!
~Blythe, Charlene A Wilson PA

Cool Lime Cheesecake


  • 1  cup(s)  graham cracker crumbs
  • 3  Tbsp  stick butter or margarine, melted
  • 2  Tbsp  sugar
  • 2  pkg(s)  (8oz each) reduced fat cream cheese, softened
  • 2/3  cup(s)  sugar substitute baking blend or 16 packets sugar substitute
  • 1  egg
  • 2  egg whites
  • 1/2  tsp  lime peel, grated
  • 3  Tbsp  fresh lime juice


  1. Combine graham cracker crumbs, butter and 2 tablespoons sugar in bottom of 8" springform pan or 8" cake pan; pat evenly on bottom and ½-inch up side of pan. Bake in preheated 325°F oven 8 minutes.
  2. Beat cream cheese and sugar substitute in medium size bowl until fluffy. Beat in egg, egg whites, lime peel and juice until well blended. Pour cream cheese mixture into prepared crust.
  3. Bake in preheated 325ºF oven 30 to 35 minutes or until center is almost set. Cool on wire rack. Refrigerate at least 3 hours before serving.

Aumelan ~ Blessed of the Gods is HERE!

Great news! 

Aumelan ~ Blessed of the Gods is on the virtual shelves and ready for purchase!

*does the Snoopy dance around Charlene Blogs* 

It's been 35 years in the waiting and now has a home at your favorite online book stores. A blog tour is in the planning for February 10-20th, but you all are special. I won't make you wait to get the scoop. *wink* So let's introduce it all proper and such with the blurb, excerpt, and book trailer for you to enjoy!

Aumelan ~ Blessed of the Gods 

ISBN:  978-0989984645
Pages:  337 (paperback)
Publisher:  Astraea Press


The unbelievable just hit Sun City. His name is Chad.

Chad Aumelan is in love, but his world isn't right. Not when he's forbidden to have Dae just because she's his slave.

When Salana Goffin meets Chad, she's faced with the unbelievable: A man who must take energy from a host to survive. He wants to find a cure to free the woman he loves. How can Salana turn away such a noble cause?

Together, they search for answers, but fate has another plan.

Book Trailer


Black clouds morphed across the sky, and Salana pressed her forehead against the third-floor sunroom window. Her hair framed the sides of her face, blocking the view of her indoor garden.
Another storm. 
She blinked at the distant trees. Silhouetted by the glow of the city, branches swung as if throwing punches at the wind in a wild frenzy. 
And another reason for Mother and Father not to show. 
Her breath misted the glass as her whisper fell from her lips. “Then again, when do they ever show?” Flight delays, meetings, vacations… One thing I can count on is their absence. 
A thick bolt of lightning pierced the heavens and cut the black sky in half. She blinked several times to disperse the bright image and looked three stories below to the dark grounds. Rain pounded the backyard terrace like silver streams as they reflected the light from the glass sliding doors of the morning room. She could hardly make out the ivory lounges and tables that pocked the area. 
Thunder clashed, and the arboretum quaked around her. Placing her finger at the center of the misted glass, she traced a straight line downward until her hand fell to her side. With a sigh, she turned her back on the scene and scanned her garden nook.Black iron trellises stretched around her favorite trio of garden chairs and hourglass stands. The cozy loveseat seemed to invite her to curl up in its overstuffed lap to pout.
She strolled to the flowers and stroked a yellow bud. “But you’ve always been here, haven’t you?” 
Plucking the perfect bloom, she sighed and then tucked it behind her ear. 
Tip-taps sounded from beyond the nook, and her nanny’s blue quarter-moon eyes peeked around the trellis. Her singsong voice danced off the tip of her tongue. “There you are, Ducky.” 
Despite Salana’s gloom, the sweet words warmed her heart. An involuntary twitch tugged the corner of her mouth into a lopsided grin. No matter they never show. Nina’s always here. Always. “There I am.” 
“I knew I’d find you among the flowers.” Nina’s hair brushed the shoulder of her paisley-print blouse as she dipped her head to the side. “You know you shouldn’t be up here in such a storm. The news circuits say it’s taking down trees all along the coast. Sun City’s going to get a good pounding.” 
Her melodic tone played alongside the heavy rhythm of rain on the solarium roof. “The weather this summer has been so odd. I must say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many storms since the flood when you were a little girl.” She sighed. “Needless to say, your mother and father’s flight was canceled. They decided to just stay in North Arba and leave for Crescent Steeple from there. Those caves make for good protection against weather like this. Always wondered what people saw in living beneath the rock, but there you have it. One good reason, anyway.” 
“From what I understand, there are a lot more down there than those who live in that bordering city.” 
“An odd lot, those deep dwellers, even more odd than the Arbans. But the Arbans did negotiate a treaty of sorts with the Terracians, so...” Nina blinked and upped her fair brows as her voice trailed from the topic. “Well, at any count, you’ll have to stand in for them at the embassy’s quatercentenary celebration this weekend.” 
Salana nodded. Nothing new. 
“I’ll lay out a nice ceremonial outfit. I assume you won’t be wearing the Terracian medallion for this one. Senator Kelborn and all the opposition leaders will be there, you know.” She glanced to the side. “Your father had doubts they’d show, considering all the territories were invited. Good thing the Terracians turned down the invite after all. But, you won’t want to stir things up…” 
Salana held up her hand to get a word in—a gesture she’d found the most effective when talking with Nina. “I’m wearing the medallion. I’ve worn it to every official gathering I’ve ever attended.” 
“Oh, but, Ducky. In this case, you could be shunned for taking that kind of stand. You’re not a child. You’ll be nineteen, come winter, and that’s well into accountability age. It won’t be overlooked.” 
Folding her arms, Salana cocked her hip to the side, allowing her long hair to brush her backside. “If Mother were to be there, she’d be the one taking the stand simply by being who she is. She’d be shunned, but would stand tall.” 
“It would be a simple shunning. Not that any shunning is seen as simple, really, but she has no choice of who she is.” 
Salana filled her lungs with the floral-scented air to control her response. “Nina, I’m Terracian, too.” 
She paused as the fact sent warmth to her cheeks. When had she taken that as truth? It had been a shock when her parents shared that bit of information after her ninth birthday. Her heart swelled and she fingered the neckline of her sweater where the three interconnected circles of her medallion would rest. Such a special moment it had been when her mother adorned her with the medallion of womanhood in pure Terrace Well tradition. 
That’s when I took it as truth. 
“You were born Sun Nation. Just like your father. You have a choice in what you decide to represent.” 
With a deliberate blink, Salana allowed her tone to make it clear the conversation ended. “I’m wearing my medallion.” 
Nina’s thin lips bent into a sweet smile. Her slow tip-taps crossed the sitting area, and she lifted her hand, combing the strands from Salana’s face. “Of course you are. I’ll weave your hair early that morning so it won’t appear too tight by the celebration. The gold clips to hold your Daughter of the Nation brow band in place?” 
Lightning streaked above the glass ceiling, and a web of strobes flashed across the sky. Thunder clashed, shaking palms and ivory around them. Familiar loneliness woke in Salana’s heart with a start. 
They won’t be showing…again. 
“Then let’s get you down to your room. You need to get a good night’s sleep, and my heart needs to know you won’t stay up here in all of this.” 
With a nod, Salana followed her through the aisles of blooms. Twangs of isolation accompanied her, but the small hope of another visitor kept them at bay. 
As Nina reached to turn off the light, she glanced over her shoulder. “Oh, and Thomey called just before I came up. He won’t be making it tonight. All that work at the lab, you know.” 
Salana lowered her gaze with a silent sigh, hope crushed. 
Of course he won’t.

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May your dreams be magical.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Savory Sunday~ Strawberry Angel Food Cake

Hey y'all! Sorry I haven't gotten a Savory Sunday up in a few weeks. A lot has been going on and I haven't been able to be online much but that is changing now :) I though today we would go for a nice  easy sweet treat as our recipe for today. So without further ado, Strawberry Angel Food Cake!
~Blythe, Charlene A. Wilson PA


  • 1/4  cup(s)  water
  • 2  tsp  cornstarch
  • 4  cup(s)  frozen unsweetened strawberries, thawed
  • 2  tsp  honey
  • 1/2  loaf angel food cake


  1. Mix water and cornstarch.
  2. In a small saucepan, blend strawberries and cornstarch mixture.
  3. Add honey.
  4. Bring to a simmer over medium heat, stirring constantly.
  5. Remove from heat and cool completely.
  6. To serve, slice cake into 6 equal pieces.
  7. Lay cake slices on 6 individual dessert plates.
  8. Drizzle 1/3 cup strawberry sauce over each slice.

Friday, December 26, 2014

So, what's your super power...?

As you know, I’m published through Astraea Press. Stephanie Taylor is the boss lady and with permission of my sweet friend, Heather Gray, I’m going to share a post that she shared on our author loop. While it obviously points at AP and Stephanie, so much of it could be for all authors out there. Do enjoy, and thank you Heather for allowing me to spread your words. *smile*

So, what's your super power...? 
I got a box today. Thankfully, it was wrapped in plastic when it got dropped off. (What ever happened to knocking on the door and handing the package to a real live person...?)  
I digress...  
I've been working on these Headtalker campaigns, and when it's time to describe the publisher, I've been saying something like this: "Astraea Press is a publisher that enjoys giving new authors a voice..." That's not a perfect description (nor the whole description), but you get the idea. (I say "new and established authors" if it's an author that's got a backlist.) Anyway... (again w/ the digressing) ... 
I got a box today. I opened it up, and you know what was inside? Books! My books! And while I know the money isn't in print sales, there's still a thrill at holding one of my own books in my hands. And today, doing so got me to thinking about super powers...
I haven't figured out my super power yet. I'm debating between sarcasm and over­-organization. I'm really good at drinking coffee, too.  
And snoring.  
I do know Stephanie Taylor's super power, though. She turns writers into authors, and she makes dreams come true. 
Being an author isn't easy. There's criticism, self­doubt, constant comparison, etc. Just when we think we've become our own worst enemy, somebody gives us a review that makes us want to hide in a dark corner and rock back and forth while sucking our thumb. We grow from that, though, even if some days that growth is measured only in the thickness of our skin. And it eventually balances out. We keep it at, we hone our craft, we work hard, and we get better. We put out more books, we get more reviews, and then the moment comes when someone tweets their squee moment of the day...meeting their favorite author. 
And we're tagged in the tweet. Sure, we have to read it a dozen times before it sinks in and we realize who they're talking about...but still. What a moment.  
The thing is, if somebody didn't give us that first chance, none of the rest would follow. The bad reviews that make us work harder, the editor comments that make us better writers, the good reviews that make us want to keep going, and the chance we have to do it all over again ­­ none of that would happen if nobody ever took a chance on us to begin with.  
I know that not everybody with AP is a first-­time author, but I also know that a lot of us are (or were). And so, while I'm all filled with holiday sentimentality and glowing with the joy of holding my own book, I want to say thank you to Stephanie Taylor for using her super power for good instead of evil.

Want to get to know Heather better? Look her up. She's all around the web!

Twitter handle: @LaughDreamWrite

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Grilled Balsamic and Grapefruit Glazed Salmon~Savory Sunday

Its that time of the week again! New recipes for y'all to try out! 
~Blythe, Charlene A. Wilson's PA

Grilled Balsamic and Grapefruit Glazed Salmon 


  • 1  cup(s)  freshly squeezed grapefruit juice
  • 2  Tbsp  balsamic vinegar
  • 2  Tbsp  brown sugar
  • 4  salmon fillets, 6-ounces each
  • 1/2  tsp  salt
  • 1/2  tsp  pepper
  • 8  grapefruits slices, 1/2-inch thick, 1 1/2-oz each


  1. Combine grapefruit juice, balsamic vinegar and brown sugar in medium saucepan.
  2. Boil until reduced by half, approximately 15 minutes.
  3. Hold warm.
  4. Season each side of salmon fillet with 1/16 teaspoon salt and 1/16 teaspoon pepper.
  5. Grill salmon, presentation side down, until just done in center, about 5 minutes per side, depending on thickness of fillet.
  6. Brush salmon with 1 tablespoon grapefruit glaze during grilling and just before removing from grill.
  7. Place 2 grapefruit slices on serving plate and top with cooked salmon fillet.
  8. Drizzle 1 tablespoon glaze on top of salmon.

Tell me if y'all tried it! And if y'all have any requests let me know :)
~Blythe, Charlene A. Wilson PA