Rich Fudge Cake #Recipe by @DonnaFaz #mgtab

Rich Fudge CakeHere’s a recipe for decadently rich fudge cake that is moist, delicious. Below the recipe for the rich fudge cake you’ll find the makings for a delectable peanut butter drizzle to pour over the top of the Rich Fudge Cake. This cake is full of calories, I’m sure. Am I going to apologize? Absolutely not! Because that’s how I roll. 🙂

Rich Fudge Cake with Peanut Butter Drizzle

For the cake:

2 cups all purpose flour

1 1/2 cups sugar

2/3 cup cocoa

1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

1 1/2 cups buttermilk

1/2 cup vegetable oil

3 eggs

1 teaspoon vanilla

  1. Preheat oven to 350º F. Lightly coat a 13” x 9” baking pan with cooking spray.
  2. Beat all ingredients in a large mixing bowl until combined. Do not over beat.
  3. Pour batter into prepared pan and spread evenly. Tap pan lightly on counter to remove any air bubbles.
  4. Bake 35-40 minutes or until a wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean.
  5. Cool before serving.

For the topping:

1/2 cup PB2

2 Tablespoons water

2 Tablespoon honey

  1. Mix together the PB2, the water, and the honey until smooth.
  2. Drizzle over cake slices.

Note: PB2 is powered peanut butter, a great product that has 85% less fat than regular peanut butter. You can find it in your grocery store or purchase it on Amazon. If PB2 doesn’t interest you, simply measure out a half cup of your favorite peanut butter and thin it with 2 tablespoons honey.

I hope you enjoy this delicious cake!

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Rich Fudge Cake Recipe

Donna Fasano

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR DONNA FASANO is a three-time winner of the HOLT Medallion, a CataRomance Reviewers Choice Award winner for Best Single Title, a Desert Rose Golden Quill Award finalist, a Golden Heart finalist, and a two-time winner of Best Romance of the Year given by BigAl’s Books & Pals Review Blog. Her books have sold nearly 4 million copies worldwide and have been published in two dozen languages. Her books have made the Kindle Top 100 Paid List numerous times, climbing as high as #5.

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Time… It’s all about time, or the lack of these days

I feel like I’m constantly saying, okay, I’ll do that a little later – when I have time. Or – Sure, as soon as I have time, I’ll take care of that. It’s like each night I climb in bed, and I’ve already filled my schedule for the next two days, and yet, I still have so much more to do.

It’s the chapter that needs to be written, the dogs that need to be brushed, the toilet that needs to be scrubbed, marketing that needs to be done, friends that I haven’t seen in ages that I want to spend time with, family that I feel like I never do enough for, meat that needs to be thawed at 4 pm, a child that has to be across town for sports when dinner should be cooked, mail that gets taken out of the box and tossed on a counter without even being looked at for another day, bills that need to be paid, don’t forget the emails you need to answer, the edits that need to be done, the fact that taking a shower is sometimes really important, and food usually helps.

The list is endless, and somedays, you just don’t know where you’re going to find that extra minute, or the five, that you need to do that next task. And then there are the days when you look at it all, and just want to cry. You want to throw you hands up in the air, and say forget it! I quit! I’m done! I just want to lie here and watch t.v., eat crap, read a book, forget everything else. I need just a little me time. And you know what? That’s a good thing to do.

Sometimes you just need to step back, sit down, take a walk, take a nap, eat a cookie, or a brownie or the whole damn plate of brownies, and you just need to be. Time is still going to move forward, it’s still going to FLY!!! But that hour, that half a day, it’s only going to allow your brain to get a much needed break.

So, because I have reminders on my computer, reminders on my phone, reminders of my reminders on my post-its all over my desk, I’m scheduling my quiet time for June 7th, 8th and maybe the 9th, too. The seventh is the day that I’m having surgery to repair my carpel tunnel in my left wrist, and for a few days, I’m just going to be. I’m gonna sit on the porch, I’m going to take it easy, and I’m not going to think about schedules, or what needs to be done, maybe visit with a friend, talk to my family, eat a plate of brownies. I’m gonna check out for a few days, and just be.

When’s the last time you did that? When’s the last time, you just stopped, and let time pass, because that’s what time does, it passes. And before you know it, it’s gone. So, take a few minutes, hours, or maybe days, and just be. You’ll be glad you did.

Just Released by Stacy Eaton

The Twisted Love Series:

The first full length co-authored novel, Love Inked, will introduce author Amy Manemann’s Detective Evie Harper with author Stacy Eaton’s Kali Mann as they become partners. Their lives are about to change, and the cases they will investigate will be intense. Between a new serial murder and dealing with their pasts, these two will be tearing up the streets and the pages as they deal with Twisted Love.

Love Inked is slated to release in later Summer/early Fall.

Love Lorn, Book 1 of the Twisted Love Series

Love Torn, Book 2 of the Twisted Love Series

Stacy Eaton is a USA Today Best Selling author and began her writing career in October of 2010. Stacy took an early retirement from law enforcement after over fifteen years of service in 2016, with her last three years in investigations and crime scene investigation to write full time.

Stacy is very involved in Domestic Violence Awareness and served on the Board of Directors for her local Domestic Violence Center for three years.

There is no passion to be found in playing small, in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living. —Nelson Mandela

It must be graduation time. The airwaves and the internet are full of compelling quotes, sage advice, and smart-alecky humor all intent on celebrating, intimidating or amusing our would-be graduates. I chose the Mandela quote for my particular graduate. Not that my beloved grandson would ever play small. In the best ways possible, he is much too cocky for that.
Over the years, I’ve watched Cameron go from a darling, curly-headed kid with a smile that put sunshine to shame, to an accomplished young man closing the door on childhood as he moves confidently across the high school graduation stage.
As the youngest of three brothers, Cam didn’t have a choice to be anything but commanding. Lamenting the four sleepless years she’d spent, given the bedtime habits of the two older boys, my daughter declared that, by God, she would never go through those years again if she had to tie Cameron to his crib. It wasn’t necessary. I remember him at 14 months old climbing out of his crib, striding to the door, tossing his bottle on the floor and demanding, “More shake!” When I refilled his bottle and handed it to him, he toddled back to his crib, climbed up over the railing and went back to sleep.
As daunting as his older brothers were, Cameron always managed to hold his own, in fact was toughened by the process. Granted, he did have the advantage of a younger cousin who made it clear from day one that the sun and the moon rose and set with his ‘brossin’ Cameron. I remember driving them to a game and hearing Cameron tell his wide-eyed, cousin that as bi-racial kids, they sometimes would hear their friends say ugly things about their moms’ skin color. He advised that Xav ignore them. I almost drove off the road when seven year old Xav asked in a serious voice about my decidedly Caucasian daughter, “Is my mom white?” An exchange that made clear, at least in our multicolored family, we must have been doing something right.
As he got older, basketball claimed Cam. An extraordinary athlete whose drive was larger than his refusing-to-grow-tall body, he became a masterful point guard. In high school when he gave into a longstanding injury and declared he wouldn’t play varsity ball that year, he reassured the coach that while he wouldn’t play, he was pleased to co-coach. No doubt the coach wasn’t surprised. That confidence and, yes, cockiness, was so…Cam.
When I see him now–an out-of-nowhere six foot, two inch young man with a smile every bit as dazzling as his two year old one had been, I’m amazed and a little wistful. Is this really the boy who at five years old used to crawl into bed beside me on our cabin porch and say, “Let’s meditate, Mimi.” At which point he would pull out our MP3 player, give me one of the earbuds while he took the other and we would listen together. No more than two minutes after hearing the deep resonant guru’s voice say, “Greetings and welcome”, I’d remove the earplugs and settle into my book listening to the soft snores of my bed buddy.
Earphones continued to play a role in our time together as he hit middle school and…puberty. When I drove the thirteen, and then fourteen year old boy to school, I’d note if he was wearing his earplugs. If his plugs were in, I would greet him with a smile and put in my earplugs. We would drive to school in compatible silence never questioning what god-awful thing the other was listening to. However, on the odd days when his plugs weren’t in, I removed mine and we would share wonderful, silly and sometimes serious conversation. All of which– including the silent, plugged-in times, are dear to my heart.
I wasn’t surprised when Cam achieved the status of a student athlete due to his straight A grades. I also wasn’t surprised when he nailed a raft of scholarships and awards to ease his way into college. At the same time that he chose to work forty hours a week to ensure that he was pulling his weight.
As for girls, naturally they chased him. How could they not? He’s gorgeous. But back to that cockiness. He and his equally dazzling basketball friend chose to go to their junior and senior proms with each other, the easier to dance with as many of the adoring girls as they could fit in. Of course they would. Why ever would they limit themselves?
Cam is also a gifted writer, a talent that showed itself in 8th grade. At a family dinner, he casually mentioned that he’d been asked to write an essay on one of the people he admired most. To my amazement, he said “I wrote about you, Mimi.” I’m sure it won’t surprise you that essay is framed and sitting on my bedside stand where it has been for five years.
So Cam, turnabout is fair play. This is my ode to you, my adored grandson. Your Mimi is incredibly proud of you and I love you more than you can ever imagine.
I leave you with two quotes – from a singular person in our lifetime, Barack Obama. The first quote is one that is especially pertinent for you as you move into the bigger world.
“Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.”
I know I don’t have to worry about Cam leading the change that this world desperately needs. Indeed, I’m confident that Obama would be reassured about the future if he met Cam.
But my favorite Obama quote that also describes my inimitable and “oh-so-cocky” grandson is what brought down the house at the 2008 Al Smith Dinner:
“If I had to name my greatest strength, I guess it would be my humility. Greatest weakness? It’s possible that I’m a little too awesome.”
Ah yes. Go for it, Cam. The world truly is your oyster. Lucky us!

Because I’m crazy about my four grandsons, Take a peek at the four Justice Brothers. I promise you won’t stop once you get started. In Justice Brothers country, Justice, like Love isn’t always easy….

Taylor Lee

USA Today Best Selling author Taylor Lee writes Suspenseful Mystery Thrillers – with a heavy dose of Sexy to Sizzling HOT Romance.

In the five years that she has been writing, Taylor has written more than forty books. Her eight, series track her Special Operatives, Covert Agents, Cops, Firefighters and other iconic heroes and heroines, through the harrowing situations that make up their lives. From human trafficking rings to corrupt politicians, Taylor investigates the underbelly of society and the criminals who flourish there.

Taylor says: “From the residue in my personal blender of mixed races, cultures and world views, my characters emerge. It comforts me to know that while evil slinks in the shadows, the “good guys and gals” of the world sniff it out – and snuff it out.

My characters are arrogant alpha males and the feisty women who bring them to their knees – and vice versa… They fight hard, love hard and don’t mince words. They are dangerous men and women in dangerous times. Love, passion and ridding the world of evil? What’s not to like?

The Royal Wedding

It was a glorious Royal Wedding on a gorgeous sunny day.  I am not really enamored with ceremonial occasions and cringed at the thought of watching an hour-long wedding in a church. However, hubby encouraged me to wait to see Megan Markle’s dress. I am so glad he did.

The elegant simplicity of her gown portrayed the modern elegance of Givenchy reminding me of the lines of a medieval maiden’s courtly dress. In my view, the artless veil embraced a timeless Arthurian theme, as the bride walked through an abundance of hanging rose bushes decorating the ancient archway of the chapel.

I was enchanted with the romance of this bridal scene, the soaring ancient stone walls, the beauty of the bride and yearning glances of the groom, as he watched his bride walk towards him. Prince Harry’s look of love for his bride would pluck the chords of anyone’s heart.  Along with millions of other viewers, I was charmed.  This was magical; one was drawn into the timelessness of the imagination

People listened in awe to Bishop Michael Curry’s electrifying sermon, his exuberance sweeping the congregation to the ‘power of love’.   Viewers swam in a wave of emotion, lifting up the soul.  He talked of love, the core of our being, he talked of poverty and starvation, of slavery and the vale of tears, yet he led us to the power of love that can overcome any obstacle.

It was a ceremony that will ever be imprinted in my memory, a memory where along with millions of other viewers, I smiled, laughed and wept for the sheer passion, sweetness, and poignancy of this ceremony. Why poignancy? Our prince has given so much to so many and now joined his bride in the power of love.

It was particularly pleasant for my husband and me to watch some scenes from the procession and the chapel. We grew up in the shadow of Windsor Castle and enjoyed summer picnics by the river Thames. I was taken back through the years as the procession drove slowly past my first flat over an antique shop and only minutes away from the Long Walk to the castle.  Later Brian and I had our first basement flat nearby.

I was excited to learn of the titles bestowed upon Prince Harry as we now live in Sussex amidst a wealth of historical towns both medieval and Regency.

We wish the new Duke and Duchess of Sussex much happiness and fulfillment in their future plans which will help people and organizations in so many avenues.



Katy Walters

Katy lives on the South coast with her husband and a loving hyper friendly dog who likes to greet and lick everyone on sight. She has a BA Hons (Psych) BA Eng.Lit. MA in Religion and Mysticism and a Hon Dr. Science for research into pain control.
She was a psychologist and hypnotherapist before changing direction for full time creative writing, Her main genres are historical romance, crime and science fiction.