Sunday, September 30, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday, Glow in the Dark Part 3 of 4

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! :D

Here is part three of another four part arc from of Glow in the Dark, on sale now!
Something could happen to Molly. She couldn’t let her daughter out of her sight. She was all she had besides her family. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her neighbors, but her gut told her Molly could be in real danger.
Corey searched the yard and the open garage. There was no sign of her daughter or her friend, Raphael.

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Saturday, September 29, 2012

The Saturday Saloon:Stoli

Welcome to The Saturday Saloon. Today we are studying one of my favorite liquors. Stolichnaya. Lovingly entitled Stoli here in America.


Stolichnaya vodka is a "classic." The taste is as biting and distinct as ever, praised for "potency," and noticed "hints of charcoal" in its flavor (Stolichnaya is filtered through quartz, cloth, and Siberian birch charcoal).


*Note: In US, Stolichnaya's name is Stoli.


History in USA: In 1972 Pepsi brokered a multimillion dollar trade deal to import Stolichnaya vodka from the USSR.





Originated in Moscow State Wine warehouse in 1901, Stolichnaya Vodka is produced in a small town known as Tambov, in the black earth region of Russia known as Russia’s bread-basket and is popular for grains irrigation and vodka production. The Distillery of Stolichnaya Vodka is perhaps the oldest Russian Distillery and as such this Vodka is also known as the classic Russian Vodka. The Vodka lovers call it Stoli with affection.


Stolichnaya Vodka is manufactured from wheat and rye grains which are found in abundance in this region of Russia. This blending of Rye with wheat gives the vodka a spicy finish which is a distinguishing characteristic of Russian Vodkas. Generally Stoli uses winter wheat for Vodka production which is perhaps the best tasting wheat in Russia. It also uses the purest water from the glaciers rather then the generally used processed water in vodka production.

It comes in the following flavors

Wild Cherry
Chocolate coconut
Salted caramel
Chocolate Raspberry
100 proof
Premium (the original flavor we all know and love)


Blend of Wheat and Rye is added with pure glacier water for fermentation which takes about 60 hours to complete. Once fermentation is over the liquid is then distilled four times to make it smooth and pure and then it is diluted with more glacier waters to give perfect smoothness to the Vodka. Finally it is filtered through quartz sand and activated charcoal before filtering it through woven cloth.

Stoli comes with an alcohol level of about 40% and is available in smart bottle designs in various sizes ranging from 50 ml to 1750 ml.

The leading varieties of Stolichnaya vodka are Stolichnaya 75 proof red label, Stolichnaya 100 proof blue label, Stolichnaya 80 proof crystal or gold. Stoli was also the first spirits company of Russia which introduced flavored vodka for its consumers. A full range of eight flavors such as orange, Raspberry, Vanilla, Citrus etc. features a quality which is made out of natural fruit and herb essences without using any artificial flavors.

The Stolichnaya Vodka provides a very fine spirit for cocktails and mixing. They are bartender’s delight as a number of tempting cocktails can be prepared out of Stolichnaya vodka recipes. The After dinner Mint Recipe, The Bay Breeze Recipe, The Black Magic Recipe, The EDO Cocktail recipe are few of the common recipes used by the bartenders and the master mixologists to prepare excellent cocktails using this vodka.

Stolichnaya has a very effective marketing team which has led it to be sold in over 50 countries across the world. At present it has started using short messaging services for its effective marketing campaign. Made from finest ingredients, no wonder Stolichnaya is now world’s largest selling Russian Vodka.

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Friday, September 28, 2012

Freaky Friday: Jade Slate

Freaky Friday presents the awesome Robin Renee Ray.
Robin Renee Ray is an unbelievably great, natural born writer, she is so good, sometimes I wonder if she is possessed by one of the writing greats of our time. But as great as her work all is, I have to say the character of Jade is my personal favorite, now with this story I filled my You Tube playlist with all my favorite dark music like Summer Breeze by Type O’ Negative, plenty of Marilyn Manson and some horror soundtracks. I put on my headphones and this story kicked ass— like jade slate!

I highly recommend all of Robin’s stories. Without further ado, I would like to introduce...


Jade Slate

All demons should wear tight leather and ride Harleys.




Hell had no idea what kind of creature it held, until she found a way to escape its fiery grip. Jade had taken her fill of being the hand -madden to the keeper of hell himself, often finding herself in the bed of his son to steal the secrets that would set her free. Now on the run from the Grim Reaper, she gains her strength from the flesh and blood of the day walkers. It’s one of those very beings that she takes compassion on that puts her on a different walk that could very well place her on a path that no blood demon would follow.



The demon opened its lipless mouth and screamed, throwing black, foul smelling slime all over Jade’s face. She turned her head and kicked out, hitting the disgusting being in its midsection. As it doubled over, Jade brought her blade down on the back of its deformed head. The creature dropped to the ground as the silver orb sank back into the sidewalk. The demon’s corpse turned to ash and blew away with the rest of the garbage. Jade gathered herself, knowing the son of sin wouldn’t be far behind.

     “Hey lady, you lookin’ for a good time?” a slender, young boy asked.

     “Not from you, little boy. You are no more than a mouth full.”

     “I’ll do anything you want, and I’ll do it for a twenty.”

     “Go home,” she snapped.

     “I am home, lady. You won’t find anything better out here. I’ll do you for ten.”

     “Get the hell away from me, kid. You do not want to taste my pleasures.” Jade pushed him with more force than she meant to use, knocking him to the ground.

     As Jade walked away from the filth incrusted boy, she reached into her pocket, then threw a fifty at him. Seeing a child on the streets was no concern of a she devil like Jade, not even in the worst of situations. Or so she thought. She looked back to see three older boy’s kicking the one who propositioned her just moments before and taking the money she had given him. She smiled and shook her head. Dinner was going to be something of a three course meal.
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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Blood is Thicker than Water Thursday!

The next few Thursday's, I will be specifically discussing fictional vampires. I will be discussing different vamps in books, TV and movies. Today’s Top is...Interview with a Vampire.

One of my favorite books and movies...Interview With The Vampire.

Interview with the Vampire is a vampire novel by Anne Rice written in 1973 and published in 1976. It was the first novel to feature the enigmatic vampire Lestat, and was followed by several sequels, collectively known as The Vampire Chronicles. A film version, Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles was released in 1994 starring Brad Pitt, Kirsten Dunst, Antonio Banderas, Christian Slater and Tom Cruise.

To date, the novel has sold some 8 million copies worldwide.

I loved this book, it was a head of it’s time and pulled you in. Well written and a great concept. I am not a Cruise fan per say. But he did a hell of job in the movie adaption. And of course, who doesn’t like Brad?

What did you think of Interview With The vampire?

Keira Kroft!/KeiraKroft66

 Keira Kroft’s other works

Glow in the Dark

Bad Moon Rising Over Oz

Coming soon, Inamorata


Monday, September 24, 2012

Hey guys, I didn’t even open my laptop yesterday, still under the weather today :( The fact that the landlord hasn’t and doesn’t have to turn the heat on yet, when it’s so cold, is not helping and is probably why I am so sick :( Just to be clear I have the best landlord in the whole wide world, I just don't want to be bugging her and she just doesn't realize how cold we are or the heat would be on.

Have a great day, everybody. My blog, and I will be back on Thursday.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday, Glow in the Dark, Part 2 of 4

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Here is part two of another four part arc from of Glow in the Dark, on sale now!
Corey’s hand clenched. She tore back into the house and into her bedroom. Out of the dirty laundry basket, she found John Conrad’s card from the front pocket of her old jeans and ran back outside. “Here—if I don’t come back, call this number right away.” She threw the card at her mother. Fear gripped her nerves.

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Saturday, September 22, 2012

The Saturday Saloon: Pumpkin-a-Palooza

Welcome to Pumpkin-a- Polooza for the next few days The Hellfire Herald will be sharing recipes that are guessed it...pumpkin :) In honor of pumpkin season and all the beauty that is fall, The Hellfire Herald will be sharing pumpkin recipes for three days that will spill into The Saturday Saloon on Keira’s Corner for alcoholic pumpkin delights. Keeping in the spirit of the season, we are offering copies of, When it Leaves or Oh Deer on the Freebies page.
The Pumpkin Fever is an easy to make dessert cocktail that if filled with flavor and has a delightful, creamy mouthfeel. The two spirits add all of the flavor; Bols Pumpkin Smash has a sweet and spicy taste and Sailor Jerry's brings in a tingling spiced rum taste. Those two elements do taste like a very spicy pumpkin pie, but the milk and cream that are added in the Pumpkin Fever make the drink silky and smooth and to tame down that spiced punch nicely. It is a balanced drink and ideal for those autumn cravings and dinner parties, though I do not recommend pairing it with pumpkin pie. That is simply too much pumpkin.

Prep Time: 3 minutes

Total Time: 3 minutes

Yield: 1 Cocktail


  • 2 parts Bols Pumpkin Smash
  • 1 part Sailor Jerry Spiced Rum
  • 1/4 part cream
  • 1/4 part milk
  • Cinnamon for garnish
  • Sugar for rimming


  1. Shake with ice and strain into a sugar-rimmed, chilled martini glass.
  2. Sprinkle with fresh ground cinnamon.

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Pumpkin Martini

  • 1/2 oz Sylk Cream Liqueur
  • 2 oz vanilla vodka
  • 1/2 oz pumpkin liqueur or pumpkin spice syrup
  • 1 tsp whipped cream
  • cinnamon stick for garnish


  1. Pour the Sylk Liqueur and vodka into a shaker filled with ice.
  2. Shake well.
  3. Add the pumpkin liqueur or syrup.
  4. Shake again.
  5. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass.
  6. Top with a teaspoon of whipped cream.
  7. Garnish with a cinnamon stick.

Drunkin Punk'in Pie

(I am so using this recipe this season)

This is one of those pumpkin pie recipes that's probably best for adults only. Made with brandy (whiskey's great, too!) it has an unexpected rich flavor that grown ups will love. And while the booze cooks away a bit during baking, you don't want to feed this one to the kiddos unless you want them stumbling into the walls.
It's generally best to make this pie a day or so in advance. After it's allowed to sit for a day, the strong flavor of the whiskey mellows out and blends beautifully with the pumpkin. So good. So naughty.
2 C. canned pumpkin
4 lg. eggs, whites and yolks separated
1/2 C. granulated sugar
1/2 C. brown sugar, packed
3/4 tsp. ground cinnamon
1/4 tsp. ground ginger
1/4 tsp. ground nutmeg
1 tbsp. cornstarch
1/2 C. (1 stick) butter, melted
1/3 C. light cream
1 C. brandy or whiskey
1 unbaked (10 inch) deep dish pie shell
Instructions: 1. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F.2. In a large mixing bowl, combine the sugars, egg yolks, cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg. With an electric mixer, beat until well mixed.3. Beat in the cream, butter, and brandy. Mix well.4. In a seperate mixing bowl, beat the egg whites until soft peaks form.5. Sprinkle cornstarch over egg whites. 6. Gently fold egg white mixture into pumpkin mixture.7. Pour mixture into prepared crust.8. Bake 60 minutes, or until center of pie is set.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Freaky Friday: Mr. Jimmy Pudge

Interview between Keira Kroft and Jimmy Pudge

Welcome to Keira's Corner, where it’s always hot and panties, underwear and any clothing for that matter are optional.
Keira: You have a story that recently came out though Amazon entitled The Dick. What is that about?
Warning: This book contains strong Adult Content.

Ex porn star Jonny Sausage wants to be more than a cook at a fast food dive, so he obtains his P.I. certificate online.

It sounds exciting enough, being a private eye, but Jonny has no idea how crazy things are going to get once this gorgeous vampire dame by the name of Cristabel Swan enters his office.

Swan needs a ruthless investigator to find out why her family members are being murdered, and Jonny feels he's the right dick for the job.

Keira: What do you wear, to write?

Jimmy: A smile on my face. That’s all I wear J

Keira’s reply: Oh, if only all your answers were this sweet.


Keira: Is writing your only talent?

Jimmy: No, I’m also very good at making convict pizza

Keira’s reply: I hear it’s as good as Chicago style.


Keira: Where in the Hell did you find time to write?

Jimmy: I get off work, grab a bite to eat, then I sit down in front of my computer and write like a motherfucker, not because it’s my schedule or nothing, but simply because I want to. I usually get 4 hours of sleep on a good night.

Keira’s reply: I am so jealous. Do you know how many working, writing; mothers are forming a kill Jimmy Pudge club right now? I have the logo worked out already. I mean they...


Keira: Why are you a writer?

Jimmy: Because people with criminal records have limited options.

Keira’s reply: Too true.

Keira: If you could choose anyone, who would you pick as your mentor?

Jimmy: That’s a tricky one. Probably someone rich, so I can hit them up for money when things get hard.

Keira’s reply: You know to spite what people say, Rich people...really don’t like that. Just in case you were wondering.

Keira: How many hours a day do you dedicate to writing?

Jimmy: I write for as long as it feels right. Once I get bored, I stop. I don’t make myself sit in front of the computer. That doesn’t work for me.

Keira’s reply: That’s an excellent answer, I feel forcing someone to write, hampers their creativity.


Keira: Do you use a particular writing method?

Jimmy: No, I just picture something funny in my head and go with it. Thinking about a dude steering his car with his belly, that was my motivation behind my latest novel “The Dick.”

Keira’s reply: That is actually a writer’s best kept secret. We absorb what is around us and use it. Thanks for giving away our secrets...JIMMY! *Does a Mike Tyson and Bites off Jimmy’s ear.*


Keira: What time of day, do you write best?

Jimmy: I can write any time of the day. Over the years I’ve turned into a machine. Anytime I want to write, BAM…I’m off. When I first started though, I only wrote at night.

Keira’s reply: Remeber the Kill Jimmy club? Because Bill would want us too.


Keira: Do you use one or more pen names?

Jimmy: Yes, I wrote a cheesy ass Romance novel once under a sexy pen name.

Keira’s reply: How do we get a hold of a copy of that?
Jimmy's Reply: "You can't get your hands on it."


Keira: What advice would you give to an unpublished writer?

Jimmy: Be cool, stay in scool!” No, just joking. I’d say, have a good time, enjoy the story, and fuck it if it doesn’t do well and you can’t get it published. Never expect to make any money unless you’re a damn Piranha. Piranhas make a killing at this game.

Keira’s reply: It’s a dog eat dog, friend.

Let’s get personal…

Keira: What is your favorite food?

Jimmy: BBQ Vienna sausages.

Keira’s reply: Phallic Symbols? HeeHee


Keira: What is your guilty Pleasure?

Jimmy: I bought the new Justin Bieber cologne and put a splash on sometimes to pick up the chicks.

Keira’s reply: I’m going to be very sick, right now.

Keira: What is your favorite Smell?

Jimmy: A chick as she passes me by in the mall. I catch a whiff of magic.

Keira’s reply: Only at the mall? You really need to get out more.


Keira: If you could change one of your physical features? Would you? What would it be?

Jimmy: Yes, I would make it smaller. It’s too big. My nose is way too big.

Keira’s reply: I will be nice this time :)


Keira: What is your favorite color?

Jimmy: Green

Keira’s reply: Mine too.


Keira: What is your favorite day of the week?

Jimmy: Any day I don’t have to work is cool with me.

Keira’s reply: Amen Brotha! I do love to work, but having a day off is so nice.


Keira: What is your favorite favorite animal?

Jimmy: I like leopard skin furniture.

Keira’s reply: So who’s your favorite?


Keira: Can you tell us a secret?

Jimmy: I don’t really have luscious hair. It’s actually just a comb over.

Keira’s reply: Well it looks amazing.


Keira: Do you have pets?

Jimmy: No

Keira’s reply: Oh you definitely should get a lizard or snake.


Keira: What do you consider a household staple?

Jimmy: Toilet paper

Keira’s reply: People have actually killed over TP. This answer, is not me trying to be funny, it’s a fact.


Keira: What are you reading?

Jimmy: Some places I dog-eared in 50 Shades of Grey. I like to read those parts before I go to bed sometimes.

Keira’s reply: I can’t comment on this one.


Keira: Can you share an excerpt with us?
Sure, here’s a little bit of The Dick:

Jonny Sausage couldn’t believe the news.

“Jonny, I gotta let you go, baby. The old days of the ugly dude and the hot maiden is over. No one wants to look at the fat, hairy dude with the big dick in theys pornos anymore. You understand me?”

Jonny leaned against his agent’s desk. It had once been liberating to wear bling, but now all the big ass necklaces around his neck felt restrictive. He felt as if he were choking. He could feel his windbreaker pants cutting into his huge gut as he leaned over further. His eyes were burning. He was going to cry. Jonny Sausage never cried.

“Barry, we go way back, Barry. Ain’t nothing you can do for me?” Jonny said, twirling on the left tip of his mustache.

“I fought for you, Big Jon Stud,” Barry said. “I think you are an asset to our talent agency. But at the end of the day, it’s about the money, bottom line. And we haven’t found you a single gig in over a year. We gotta let you go, Jonny. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck y’all sonsbitches!” Jonny Sausage shouted, jumping out of his metal folding chair. He picked the chair up and hurled it into the wall behind his agent, a leg shattering the glass of a framed picture. The chair bounced off the wall, glass shards landing behind Barry, who had his hands over his bald head, looking wild eyed at Jonny.

“I’m calling security, you fat fuck!” Barry squealed.

Jonny looked at the picture mounted to the wall. Through the spider web of glass he saw himself, a decade younger, standing behind the stage podium at the 5th Annual Porno Awards, holding his Swinging Dick statue. He hadn’t won a Swinging Dick statue in years. He’d won the one in the photo for Pussyjuice, a rip off of Bettlejuice, only the ghost with the most was a woman in a black and white striped dress. “Pussyjuice, Pussyjuice, Pussyjuice!” he’d shout three times real fast. She’d appear out of nowhere, walking to him with a Billy Idol song playing in the background. He’d won the award for the scene where he’d lifted her up, upside down, and ate her out, standing up while she’d sucked on his dick. He’d remembered that pussy. It was overgrown like a wild jungle and tasted like oyster juice.

Barry was yelling into the phone, talking about having that Suasage fellow beaten to death out back. Jonny decided to split then. He grabbed Barry’s cigar box off his desk and ran out of the office, down the hallway, knocking framed pictures of famous porn stars off the walls.

“I’m calling the police on you, motherfucker!” Barry screamed, running out into the hallway. “You’re through in this town, Jonny! You hear me, you motherfucker? YOU ARE FINISHED!”

Jonny ran to the front of the office, saw two security guards coming for him and said, “Fuck it,” then tried jumping out the window, expecting the glass to shatter as he rammed into it. It was only a five story drop. But instead of breaking the glass, his face slapped into it and he left a smudge, sliding down the window.

The security guards had their tasers, and they were lighting him up. He was moving around like a cockroach trying to get off its back.

“Kill that sonofabitch!” Barry shouted as he hustled down the hallway, breathing heavily. Jonny was getting tasered, but he could still hear that heavy ass breathing.

 “Give me your baton, security man!” Barry said.

The tasing stopped, and Jonny lay there, unable to move, staring at them, every muscle in his body aching. It was kind of interesting that he had a hard on. He wondered what that said about him as a person.

A guard handed Barry his baton, a little short, graphite thing, and Barry flicked that shit with his wrist and it extended into a menacing weapon.

“Take this!” Barry squealed, bringing the rod down as hard as he could.

Jonny could barely feel it. “If you gonna hit somebody, don’t do it half-assed.”

Barry struck him again, this time on the face. “You’re one to talk you fucking prick. If you couldn’t do things half-assed, you wouldn’t do anything at all.”

That comment hurt Jonny more than the next blow that landed across his stomach. “You mean you really never believed I was a good actor?”

“You’re the worst, Jonny,” Barry said, kicking him in the face.

Barry walked over to the window and slapped it with the baton, breaking the glass. “You was about to go out this window, weren’t you Jonny? We don’t want to keep you from missing your flight. Boys, help Mr. Sausage out the window.”

The guards picked Jonny up, and he tried to struggle but found he had little control over his muscles. They sent him head first out the fifth floor, and he could feel the cold breeze and see the azalea bushes getting bigger and bigger.

He hit the bushes hard, flattened four of them like pancakes, belly flopping to the hard, cold ground. He realized he was still screaming. He sat up, saw his shirt was bloody from where sticks had cut into him.

Barry watched him sit up from the window. “You guys get the hell down there and drag him behind the building. I’m going to kill him myself.”

Jonny was trying to run across the parking lot as fast as he could, limping, his leg dragging. He reached the road before the guards jumped on him.


 They each held an arm behind his back as they lifted him off the road. “We going around the building, Mr. Sausage,” a guard said.

“Why?” Jonny asked, his eyes wide.  Why we going around the building for?”

“Mr. Barry wants a word,” the other guard said.

They rounded the corner, blood streaming down Jonny’s face from the cuts on his forehead.

“Just hold him right there,” Barry said, looking through the sites of his pistol.

“Barry, this isn’t you, Barry,” Jonny said. “Come on man, it’s me, Jon Boy.”

Barry squeezed the trigger. Nothing happened. “What the fuck?” Barry said. “What’ the fuck’s wrong with this gun, Mike?”

The security guard on Jonny’s right side dropped his arm and ran up to Barry. Jonny tried to fight free, but the other guard was too tough.

“You didn’t take the safety off,” the guard pointed out. “You ever shot a gun before, Mr. Barry?”

“Nope,” Barry said, taking off the safety and resuming his firing stance. He pulled the trigger. There was a loud BANG that echoed across the parking lot and down the street, across the Los Angeles waste of crack houses and dollar motels.

Jonny could feel the wind of the bullet as it passed by his face and went through the security guard’s head. The splash of warm liquid on his face, the smell of blood. The guard dropped and Jonny ran as fast as his short legs would carry him, breathing heavily.

He heard gunfire, saw dust rising from the parking lot in front of him where the bullets hit, and kept going, his heart threatening to explode out his chest.

He was on the highway, running across it, and he slipped and fell down an incline, rolling into the ditch, out of breath, yellow dots dancing in his vision. “Jesus,” he thought aloud. “I’m a dead man.” He lay there, amongst the crushed beer cans and plastic bags, giving up on life, waiting for the guard named Mike and Mr. Barry to appear above him, the cold barrel of the pistol pressed against his forehead. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Not like this! He wanted to win an Academy Award. He wanted to be on the cover of GQ and press his hands into some wet cement in front of a Chinese restaurant and sign his fans’ titties with a permanent marker.

His life flashed before his eyes. The money, the women, the cocaine. It had gone wrong with the cocaine. Somewhere, on another planet, was the sound of traffic zooming down the highway. The sound of people getting on with their lives. Maybe all of them had seen at least one of his movies. Maybe everyone in the world had. He wouldn’t be surprised about that. He was Jonny Sausage. A tear rolled down his dirty, scratched, fat cheek. Jonny Sausage didn’t deserve to die like a goddamn dog! NO!

Jonny stood up, held his chin up high. He’d die with pride. He looked across the street at the Golden Star Talent Agency and saw the parking lot was empty except for his blue Chevrolet Malibu. Barry’s Cadillac was gone.

“Fuck this California shit,” Jonny said. “I’m heading back home to Georgia.”

Keira’s reply: You are an awesome writer, thank you so much for stopping by Keira’s Corner.

One lucky commenter will win a free e-copy of The Dick.


Keira Kroft