Flutterbies In My Stomach

It’s been a couple of days back that I experienced romance at its finest… and since that day, I’m a bit ‘upside down’ at times… Of course, reading the title of this blog post, you’ll probably think I lost some of my marbles… but I assure you, I’m fully here. Still, there’s no denying: I got ‘Butterflies’ in my stomach, and not ‘flutterbies’, but I never thought I’d hear anything cute and sweet as what I was told not too long ago…

We’re talking about a conversation over the phone, which I think is remarkable since, nowadays, kids are mainly texting, ‘PM’-ing, ‘Messeng’ing, ‘WhatsApp’-ing, and a few other ‘-ing’-thingys. But my conversation partner that day and I keep talking on the phone, generally once a week (even though I’d love it to be more often… I’m still working on that)…

That day I heard him say, “Whenever I dream about you, I don’t want to wake up, because I don’t want to lose you.”

I was speechless (and believe me, that doesn’t happen very often)… I think I blushed, which is remarkable, over the phone… I had no idea I would hear something romantically wonderful like that… in particular at my age.

Isn’t romance something that you write in capital letters? ‘ROMANCE’, that happens to couples in their twenties? Sweet words, whispered in the secret hours between waking and dreaming, in the secret places between hearts, where the harshness of reality has no place to stay?

And here I was, hearing these sweet words that made my heart miss a couple beats… my breathing paused for a moment, and after a slow start of my ‘engine’, I could feel myself smile…

Sometimes I would love to use these words in one of my books, but then, I’m selfish… these are the words I got as a present… a gift I appreciate beyond measure! Why should I share it with one of my characters? (One of the only answers to that question is that these very same words would be written down in one of my books, kept for eternity, and read by readers who might enjoy them…)

But right now… I just keep them in my heart and memory, and I’ll carefully store them forever because they’re unique, extraordinary… and mine!

When you ask me who the man is, who said these words to me, I will answer: That is my secret, and that’s how I want it to be.

Don’t think he doesn’t exist… because he does… very much so. He’s dear to my heart and someone very special.

(And of course, him being that romantic, I’m going to do hell and send competition his way! I might be a bit confused at times, but I’m not completely stupid.)

Sometimes I wish, what to do or say next… For a writer I’m remarkably limited in romantic expressions… *sigh* Any suggestions? Let me hear them in the comments!

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10 New Fun Facts About A. J. Alexander

On April 25, 2019, I posted 10 weird facts about me. Today I thought, I cannot let that wealth of information run dry. *chuckle*. So, here we go… find out more about A. J. Alexander.

Sometimes it’s difficult to talk about myself, so I figured I needed help with this post. I asked my wonderful friend Wendy to describe me… and this is what she said about me.

  1. I’m silly
  2. I’m spontaneous
  3. I’m goofy (= a good sense of humor)
  4. I will always be young at heart
  5. I like to experiment with cooking (And some other things too)
  6. I love my cars like my men: strong and big
  7. I’m willing to try almost anything
  8. I’m a movie buff
  9. I’m flirtatious (I have a massive crush on a particular New Jersey gentleman I talk with once a week… and I love it!)
  10. I’m adventurous

Describe yourself to us in the comments. Come on, don’t be shy. We’re curious!

1-Year Book Birthday – Bodacious – By Stephanie Ayers

Too loud, too bright, and too bubbly. That’s what the residents of Crazy Town consider Emmalee Bishop, a young woman who walked into town looking for the one person with clues to her past—her birth mother. As bumptious as she is bodacious, she can’t seem to escape trouble no matter where she goes. When trouble follows her into Crazy Town, it just might be more than the residents can handle.

In a town full of secrets, will she find who she’s looking for or will the residents run her out before she gets a chance?


A Crazy Town novella by International Bestseller Stephanie Ayers


Chapter One

“I’m not getting off the highway, so if you’re okay with that, hop on.”

The dude’s Harley Davidson motorcycle was stunning—black with red pinstripes and a flaming skull on either side. Cerulean blue eyes peeked out from beneath a few stray strands of ebony hair that managed to escape his helmet. I hoped this guy ain’t a serial killer, because I ain’t had no choice but to accept his offer. He was the only one who stopped to give me a ride, and I couldn’t stay in that stupid town any longer. I had to find my family—my biological family.

“Well, what’s it gonna be?” he asked.

His foot pounded against the pavement like he was short on patience or something.

“Okay,” I said, accepting the helmet he held out for me. “I’m down for that.”

I hopped on the back of his bike and wrapped my arms around his waist. I didn’t know what this dude was into, but he had a six pack under that leather jacket, and it ain’t beer.

“I’m Jesse Hart,” he said before revving his motor.

“Emmalee Bishop. Thanks for the ride.”

“Hang on tight.”

He pulled out into traffic smoothly and rolled down the highway. The ride was exhilarating, even if he was speeding. He drove so fast, it was hard to read the signs we passed, but the Welcome signs were clear enough.

Crossing state lines at a hundred miles an hour on the back of Harley was almost better than a good romp in the hay with a cute boy. And Lord, let me tell you, I wouldn’t mind rolling around in the hay with Jesse Hart. I’m trying to be a good girl, though, and sex with strangers ain’t saintly. Not even close. Gripping his six pack like I was made it extra hard to get him out of my mind, though, but I didn’t dare let go.


Shit! He’s gone and done it now. We had a cop on our tail. Jesse never slowed down as he took the first exit ramp off the highway, and we almost crashed going around a curve. He slowed down enough then to keep us safe, but that only let the Alabama state trooper get closer. We tore down the empty two-lane road the exit ramp took us to, and the cop finally quit chasing us.

Oh, Lord, let me tell you! This guy made me quiver in my hoo-haw. I’d lay down on the side of the road and let him do me right there if he asked, good girl be damned. Who’d he tell?

When Jesse turned onto a dirt road that disappeared into the trees, I thought maybe he was just as interested in a quick lay, but he stopped between two big trees and shut his motor off without getting off his bike. He held his index finger over his lips, and I got it. Mum’s the word. I ain’t going to make a sound. Before too long, we heard a siren nearby, and he shook his head.

He whispered, “Damn Alabama cops. They don’t know when to quit.”

The siren faded away soon enough though, and we worked our way back to the road. I spied a faded green sign that said “Graceville, one mile” and underneath that “Crazy Town, three miles.” I ain’t never walked three miles in my life if you don’t count walking around school, but Crazy Town sounded like my kind of place.

“I’ll get off here,” I yelled, remembering what he said when I first got on the motorcycle.

Jesse set his feet on the road to steady the Harley as I climbed off the back.

“You sure? There’s nothing out there but a bunch of hillbillies and hicks,” Jesse said.

“Yeah. I’m okay with that. Thanks for the lift,” I said as I gave him back the helmet.

He secured it to the back of the Harley and gave me a salute. “Have a nice life, Emmalee Bishop.”

I watched him roll down the road until he disappeared. I ain’t got no idea what to expect in Crazy Town, but with a name like that, I got a feeling I’ll find a place to call home.

Chapter Two

Okay, now that I ain’t racing down the highway, I should probably start at the beginning.

I’m Emmalee Bishop, only child to Joshua and Heather Bishop. Only that’s not quite right. I mean, I’m their only child, but they ain’t my birth parents. And that’s the main reason why I was there then. I’m on a mission to find my real parents, or at least people who might know who they are.

Now before you get to thinking Joshua and Heather Bishop were some sort of horrible people, they ain’t. It ain’t their fault I was walking along that road in Alabama. They did me as good as they knew how, and I was the better for it, but I ain’t nothing like them.

I ain’t like nobody, especially anyone in Cedarville, where I grew up. Ain’t nothing wrong with Cedarville, North Carolina, neither. It’s just boring, and it ain’t home. Ya know what I mean?

I ain’t got a clue why I was the way I was, and that’s partly why I left. Cedarville ain’t on the “Bible Belt,” but it’s plenty religious. They didn’t like me much there, saying I was too wild, too loud, and too promiscuous—whatever that meant. I couldn’t help it if boys liked me. I liked them, too. Other girls didn’t like me much, but I didn’t really care. I didn’t like them much, neither.

Now, Lord knows I ain’t no saint, for sure, but I ain’t staying nowhere that wouldn’t accept me for who I was. That’s partly why I left, too. I didn’t even say goodbye to the people who raised me, didn’t leave a note, nothing. I just took off and hauled ass out of town.

Poppa Joshua and Momma Heather, they tried. I’ll give them that, but the older I got, the more I saw how different we really were. I ain’t never gonna fit in properly in Cedarville, and they deserved to. I needed to know where all my quirks and attitude came from, whose body type I inherited, and where my blonde hair came from. Nothing about me was anything like them—with their dark hair and brown eyes, their slim builds, and quiet demeanors—and I tried hard to find any similarities. I weren’t even as kind as they were. I had no filter, took no bull hockey, and demanded attention from everyone I met. So, I hightailed it out of there on a split-second decision and ain’t had no regrets since. Not one.

And before I knew it, I was headed to some place called Crazy Town with nothing but the clothes on my back and a pack of gum in my pocket.

How could I forget about my gum? I had to spit out the old piece when I got on the back of Jesse’s bike, so I popped a fresh piece in my mouth. Lord, let me tell you! That was exactly what I needed. My mouth ain’t so dry now. I never realized how riding on the back of a motorcycle could give ya such a bad case of cottonmouth.

So anyways, on with my story…

I’d just turned twenty a couple months ago. It was like a light bulb went off in my head or something because ever since my birthday, everything got under my skin. Even Billy Crews, the boy next door I rolled around in the hay with when the urge struck, started pushing on my last nerves talking all up in my face about marriage and babies and all the stuff I ain’t got no interest in and probably never will. Me and babies just didn’t get along. I didn’t get along with most people, so there was that, too.

Anyways, Billy told me we had to get married, or we ain’t having any fun in the barn anymore, so since there ain’t nothing holding me to the place, I left. Just like with my parents, I didn’t offer no goodbyes or nothing. I bet he was still waiting in the barn for the hanky-panky he ain’t gettin’ from me no more.

I ain’t got no idea why it took me so long to leave Cedarville. I mean, I could’ve left two years ago when I turned eighteen and finished school, but I didn’t; even though I figured out when I was two that I didn’t belong there, despite my parents’ efforts to help me fit in. Bless their hearts. They tried so hard.

For one thing, I matured much faster than the other girls did. I was nine when my monthly started, and I was halfway through ten when my boobies came in. That’s when the boys started paying extra attention to me. Henry Wilkins got my first kiss, Eddie Vander touched my boobies first, and Billy got to pop my cherry. And all this happened before I turned thirteen. At thirteen, I had the biggest boobies in seventh grade, and I showed them to anyone who wanted a peek.

Hmm. Maybe that was why all the girls hated me because the boys—well, they liked to look (and touch, too, if I’m being honest), and I always let them.

Now, before you judge me too harshly, Billy was the only boy I got down and dirty with, but I liked the attention from the other boys, and Billy never was my actual boyfriend. I ain’t doing nothing wrong by letting them look. Ain’t nothing wrong with letting them touch, neither. Not in my book, anyways, but their girlfriends didn’t like it much. Maybe if they let their boyfriends touch their boobies, they wouldn’t be touching mine. I didn’t care. Boobs were just mounds of skin with tips. Why boys got so excited over them is beyond me. I ain’t got a penis, and Lord, let me tell you! Those are some ugly sonsabitches. But the boys got excited, so I let them look, and that was that.

That’s enough about my boobies and boys. They still chased me everywhere I went, but I couldn’t do nothing about that. Sorry, girls.

If I’m honest, other girls were my real issue. They didn’t like me, I didn’t like them, but we were stuck together like flies in molasses. I reckon it might’ve always been that way, but I was open for a fresh start and looking for a change of mind.

That was another reason why I left. There ain’t no second chances in Cedarville. For as much as they preach the Bible, their ability to forgive and forget needed a gigantic overhaul. How did I know? Let me tell ya about Amber Griffith.

Amber Griffith, bless her heart, owned a massage parlor right there on the main street that went through Cedarville’s downtown. Sounds all fine and dandy, right? Wrong. The good, Christian ladies of Cedarville Baptist Church didn’t like that their husbands went in there and let another woman put her hands on them—innocent reasons or not. So that was strike one for Amber, and it ain’t even her fault. Strike two came about when one of those wives decided to check the parlor out for herself and discovered there was more than massage chairs in there.

A lot more, Shew Buddy, let me tell you!

Not only did Amber have pagan books and materials in there (it was where I spent my babysitting money to get the opal necklace I’ll never take off), but she also had toys and other sex stuff in a back corner, including movies. And that was all it took. That God-fearing church hussy told the pastor, and he shut the parlor down quick. That ain’t enough for those church heifers, though. They had to run Amber out of town, and Lord, I tell you what, they most surely did. They done ran her out of town so fast, she never looked back.

That’s how I knew I ain’t never going to fit in there, and Lord knows, I didn’t want to. Maybe I just ain’t going to fit in anywhere.

That might’ve been a harsh thought but so was reality. I read somewhere once that you only get one life so make it count. I aimed to live a good life, but there ain’t nobody counting.

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A creative ninja with a dark mind and a quirky nature, Stephanie Ayers writes all the words and spins twisted tales filled with horror, fantasy, suspense, and anything in between. With a trunk full of tricks thanks to a checkered past, she haunts Irish castles and snowy mountaintops in her dreams, while living the unicorn life in Ohio disguised as a human. When she isn’t listening to the voices in her head, she spends her days as a mom, Gigi, cat lover, and Netflix binger, while avoiding housework at all costs.

Since signing with Crazy Ink Publishing, Stephanie has managed to somehow meet (most of) her deadlines and produce over a dozen solo works (with no ending in sight). With ink in her blood, an absence of fear, and a passion for telling stories, she isn’t afraid to dip her pen in the inkwell of many genres, and even has four successful series in her name—the stand-alone horror volumes of The 13 Series, the individual fairy tale retellings of the Portal to Madness series, the read-in-any-order cozy paranormal mysteries of the Coven Cozy Mysteries, and her epic five book fantasy series, Destiny Defined.

When she isn’t lost in her overactive imagination or entertaining her mini-unicorns, you can find her weaving words for Ladies of Horror fiction or playing with graphics and building her newsletter.

You can find Stephanie all over social media and find a full listing of her works on her Amazon author page.  Her favorite wandering place is her readers’ group on Facebook. Join the herd now!

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Soul Taker Secrets: After A Hard Archangel’s Work Day

At times Katie invites her entire family, namely, the ‘Council of Twelve,’ a dozen of the most powerful individuals in existence with their respective consorts, for dinner in hers and Raphael’s house.

Despite Katie’s progress in the kitchen, it’s become a ‘running gag’ that she had no clue about cooking at the time of her and Raphael’s wedding. And even though she liked to cook, the results could be disastrous. Some of the other Archangel consorts gave her a hand at times, and with their help, and the support of a few excellent angelic chefs, Katie’s cooking improved visibly.

This is one of the recipes she cooked, this time with Koyu’s and Simin’s help.



  • 1 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened
  • 1.75 pound white fish fillet, Best Choices in your area
  • ¾ teaspoon salt
  • ½ teaspoon pepper
  • 4 teaspoons extra-virgin olive oil, divided
  • 1 large sweet onion, thinly sliced
  • ½ teaspoon dry thyme, or 1 teaspoon chopped fresh thyme
  • pinch nutmeg
  • ¾ cup dry white wine* See sub note below
  • 2 slices bread, crusts removed preferably sourdough or multi-grain
  • ½ teaspoon paprika
  • ¼ teaspoon garlic powder
  • 1 cup shredded Emmentaler, Gruyere or Swiss cheese


  1. Grease 9 by 13-inch casserole dish with softened butter. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.
  2. Arrange fish fillet in the prepared casserole dish. Sprinkle with salt and pepper.
  3. Heat 2 teaspoons oil in a medium heavy skillet over medium-high heat. Add onion and cook, stirring often (adding 1 to 2 tablespoons water if necessary to prevent the onion from darkening too much) until the onion softens and starts to brown, 6 to 9 minutes. Stir in thyme and nutmeg. Spread the onion mixture over the fish. Pour wine into the casserole dish.
  4. Pulse bread in food processor until coarse crumbs. Drizzle on the remaining 2 teaspoons oil and add paprika and garlic powder. Process to combine until the bread is evenly red and moist. Sprinkle crumbs over the onion.
  5. Top the casserole with the cheese and place in the oven. Bake until the fish is cooked through and the crumbs are browned, 18 to 22 minutes. Serve warm.


Instead of wine you can use broth (or clam juice) plus one tablespoon lemon juice for a non-alcoholic option.


  • SERVING SIZE: 1/6th casserole
  • CALORIES: 270 calories
  • SUGAR: 2 g
  • SODIUM: 443 mg
  • FAT: 11 g
  • FIBER: 1 g
  • PROTEIN: 28 g

(Find it onlinehttps://www.healthyseasonalrecipes.com/fish-casserole/)

Wild Ride – A Hot Cowboy Romance Collection



Hold on tight as some of today’s bestselling western romance authors bring you stories of love, loss, torment, second chances, enemies-to-lovers, forbidden affairs, and happily-ever-afters fill the pages of this steamy small-town cowboy romance anthology.

Do you like your cowboys Wild, Rough and Tough, Rich, Hardworking, or Kindhearted?

Maybe all of the above.

Look no further because these stories are sure to keep you riding the edge of your seat…and falling in love.

Are you ready for a Wild Ride?

Including Stories from:

Donna Michaels NYT and USA Today bestselling author

Stephanie Morris – USA Today bestselling author

Megyn Ward – USA Today bestselling author

Jen Talty – USA Today bestselling author

Sylvia McDaniel – USA Today bestselling author

Rhonda Lee Carver

Gem Sivad

Becca Turner

Anjelica Grace

Mia Miller

Zee Irwin

Dove Daniels 

Britney Bell

Vic Leigh

Peggy McKenzie 

Colleen Beth Williamson

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Featured Author: Gem Sivad


Hi. I’m Gem Sivad. Nice to meet you. I live in the southern part of an enchanted kingdom where I enjoy the slow pace of life, study the world, and tell stories about incredible things. Whether I’m writing in a  nineteenth century setting or in a  paranormal world of witches and shifters, my heroines are always resilient, resourceful, and smart, and my heroes are  wickedly dangerous and seriously hot.

Although I have hermit tendencies, occasionally I come out of the writer’s den to meet readers at book signing events. Hope to see you there. But in case we miss each other, you can find me at the places below.

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Summer 2020

My cousin Rachael died last week. Her house was burning. She and her dog were found dead in her swimming pool. Her body was wracked with the effects of an advanced case of Covid-19.

The weird thing about is wasn’t the house burning, or the Covid-19, or even the fact that her hands were bound behind her back. The weirdest thing was that her dog was in the pool with her. 

The fire wasn’t part of the wild fires that are blazing all over California. It was arson. Someone had poured gasoline all over her garage, lit a match, and left her alone coughing and barely able to function.

Rachael refused to go to a hospital. She’d rather be in her own bed in her own mansion. If she was going to die alone she said she wanted to be with her nasty little dog Chatsworth.

Chatsworth was a beautiful fluffy brown and white spotted animal of unknown heritage. He hated everyone except Rachael. He loved Rachael.

After Rachael died her attorney came to my house with a box. The box had holes in it. Inside of it was a cat with singed fur and whiskers. He was a large gray tabby with a white mask on his face and chest, and white paws. He’d belonged to Rachael’s ex who’d broken both of his legs in a car accident one night after they’d had a huge fight over Rachael’s callus attitudes over his place in her life. He never spoke to her again and moved out of the country.

The cat’s name was Zoomie. As soon as I let him out of the carrier he started to purr. I wondered how that cat could be so mellow and happy considering who he’d lived with.

Rachael wasn’t a nice person. In fact she was a first class raging bitch. The short list of words to describe Rachael were mean spirited, narcissistic, disingenuous, a first class liar, and a control freak. She hadn’t always been like that, well maybe she had, but it just got worse as she grew older, especially the past sixteen years. 

Despite her faults (though she saw none) she was incredibly successful. Rachael lived one of those charmed lives where everything seemed to come easy. Fabulous opportunities seemed to come out of the blue. Men went crazy over her no matter how badly she treated them. People were fascinated by her. She rubbed shoulders (and more) with the rich, famous, and powerful. Rachael had done well and was fabulously rich herself. When she died she owned the home she’d died in, plus three vacation homes all free and clear. She was worth millions. 

At one time Rachael and I were close. She thought so until the day she died. I’d been done with her for years. 

So, back to Zoomie and my household. 



I got this ‘Achievement’ badge from WordPress, informing me that my blog was started 8 years ago!

I started this blog when told I needed more ‘exposure,’ networking, getting my name out there, and promoting my ‘future’ books. Demon Tracker was just in the works back then, and Soul Taker was not published yet. (And yes, that might sound weird, but I wrote the third book in the series before the first. After you read the series, let me know, and if you’re still curious and interested, I’ll let you in on the secret.)

I want to say ‘Thank You.’ Thank you so much, you all, for your loyalty, for becoming my readers, for your regular comments, and for all your encouragement and support! You make this blogging journey for me an easy and fun one! If it wasn’t for all of you, ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ wouldn’t be where it is today!

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In case, you don’t know anything yet about

‘The Council of Twelve’ series:

It’s time to be introduced:



After long years in the line of duty as a ‘Soul Taker’, Kate is worn out.

When she gets a new job offer from the ‘Powers Above’, she accepts her new job as a Guardian gratefully without knowing that her teacher is one of the most powerful beings in existence, the Archangel Raphael.

Along with Raphael, she takes on her new task and the connection between them grows.

Raphael helps, protects and supports Kate, but suddenly, she becomes a target for the Demons of Hell.

Raphael realizes that Kate means more to him than he expected, which causes him to fight furiously against danger. If he fails, Kate’s future will contain eternal darkness, evil, and torture.


Sundance is a promising young Warrior Angel, the first in centuries to join the Divine Army. With the help of one of the most powerful Archangels, her skill and talent develop, allowing her to master some of the most difficult tasks that face her kind.
Sundance, under the supervision of the ‘Council of Twelve’ seeks to prove that she deserves her unusual gifts in the eternal fight between good and evil.

Follow her adventures as she discovers love, fights the good fight, and finds herself in the heat of battle trying to keep her wings from being singed.


Zepheira is the best Demon Tracker working for the Good side. With her unusual looks, her phenomenal sense of smell, and her bravery, she quickly draws ‘The Big 7’s attention to her talent. They hire her to find one of them. Leaving her familiar surroundings and regular work environment unsettles Zepheira at first. But the challenge to prove herself and to increase the reputation of her infallibility tempts her.

She is convinced she will be a great asset to ‘The Big 7’. Little does she know she will be a much greater asset in Heaven’s fight against Evil. Zepheira suddenly becomes more than a hired tracker. She finds herself an important pawn in the game of love, heat, and fire. Will her courage and sacrifice be sufficient to dance with the flames?


When Centriel roams the Earth in a dark mood and atypical despair, in a mountain clearing, far from humankind, he unexpectedly discovers a runner, followed by a petite hunter. The way the woman treats the giant fugitive amuses the Archangel, but he quickly learns that neither of them are what they seem to be.

Simin Arnatt is an extraordinary woman. Her occupation as a Bounty Hunter takes her all over the world, as she follows her prey to the most unusual places. She would have never expected to meet the famous Centriel while on a hunt. When he offers to help her, she feels the enormous attraction, but she knows, with the secret she holds, she could never dare to hope for love.

Neither of them could guess that with her next assignment, Hell is breaking loose…


Koyu thought she had done her duty, but deep inside she knows it will never be over. She is bound to her master forever and will have to execute his every command. But when he demands she’ll invade his sworn enemy’s dreams, she chooses to rebel.

Koyu risks her existence to help the ‘other side’ by purposely disobeying her master’s orders. Koyu knows she’ll pay with her life for her impertinence. Is there, indeed, no hope for her?

Oscars 2023 – A Fashion Post

Welcome to my annual Oscars-Fashion critics a la AJ. As usual, I’m not discussing movies, performances, or anything else. I looked at the participants and their gowns, and I’m presenting my personal opinion here, nothing more. Your taste might be very different, but we know this will happen. I hope you’ll have a little bit of fun with this post.

Let’s start with what I consider the most awkward dresses… there are one or two that are downright horrible, but generally, I think there’s either ‘too much’ or ‘not enough’… We’re going to find out soon what I’m talking about.

Not The Best










Allison Williams, on the left, picked a lace dress with an awkward ruffle feathered hem and an oversized stuffy coat. All in all, she resembles an exploded Miss Piggy… too much laze, too much coat, too much fabric, too much – everything. Songwriter Tems, on the right, showed up in something that looked like two layers of a tulle curtain loosely wrapped around her. You had no idea what this creation was supposed to do: expose or cover. However, it was not very flattering.









Olivia Wilde on the left: the combination of black and white is normally a well-chosen classic – unless you decide to wear ‘almost nothing’ covered with a bed sheet… Too little on top and the left, too much on the right – and it’s ill-fitting. I’m curious if you actually fell out of this creation.

Eva Longoria, I’m sorry for being so blunt, but it seems very much like one of the straps and tapes might have loosened or given up… your barely covered breasts looked crooked… the right one was hanging a little lower. You’re breathtaking. I’ve seen you in the most beautiful dresses, but picking this one might not be the best choice.


Sandra Oh wore an orange gown with too many ruffles, too many layers, and too much fabric; it wasn’t very flattering on her, and it made her look heavy and bloated.

Jessie Banks, on the right, tried to impress with a strict, anthracite/purple gown covered in lace and sparkles, making her look like a 12th-century nun. Too much puff sleeves, too much lace, too dark… Her stylist must have been sleeping on the job.









Florence Pugh… I think you’re a very talented and beautiful young actress… and I’m very much for signature statements, but this combination, with black shorts under an insufficiently created’ coat-dress-sleeves-over-the-top-wrinkled-fabric-thingy’ is not a statement, unless, of course, you want to stand for really bad taste.

Fan BlingBling on the right obviously had a similar problem. She’s one of the most talented and internationally known Chinese actresses, beautiful, famous, and gifted, and the slimming and gorgeous silver dress would have been sufficient. The grass green sleeve fabric around her makes her look slightly like a human grasshopper.










Elizabeth Banks, my-oh-my… what happened here? It seems you got something like a dress designed, and when it came to the skirt, you realized there wasn’t enough fabric, and it was completed with a shower curtain. Not very flattering on you. It covers everything that could be pronounced and pronounces everything that should be covered.

Kate Hudson, on the right, wears a creation completely covered in sparkles, too many of them, to be precise, too many ruffles, too much fabric, too much sparkling, too much cleveage… You used to have quite a good taste – where was that today?

The Best


Jamie Lee Curtis on the left in Dolce & Gabbana convinces with a beautiful, age-appropriate, figure-flattering dress in blush, with just enough extras and sparkle, to make her look stunning and radiant. This I call excellent taste!

Halle Berry shows on the red carpet, donning a breathtaking gown in white, revealing just enough to be tastefully sexy and covered in just the right places to be elegant rather than cheap! Well done!










Angela Bassett looks breathtaking in a purple Moschino; every inch an elegant lady and the talented, beautiful actress she is. What a great choice!

Emily Blunt, on the right, looked angelic in a simple but classic figure-hugging dress. She’s stunning with the most wonderful, mysterious smile imaginable. Beautiful!








Nicole Kidman took a little risk with this black gown, but she rocks the frock! I heard quite a few voices who insist she belongs to the ‘worst’ dressed side, but I don’t believe so. I think, she presents her dress elegantly and with dignity. It might be a bit on the ‘sparklier’ side, but her calm nature still dons it in a classy way. Stunning!

Supermodel Cara Delevigne is the only one who could present this assymetric red princess gown with the high slit elegantly and classy. She reminds me of the sexy version of Audrey Hepburn. She clearly feels at home in this gorgeous creation. Well done!











Michelle Williams is another one of the ‘undecided’ ladies on the Oscars 2023 red carpet. I heard voices calling it ‘unflattering’ and ‘wrong choice’. I think, she wears the white gown with the sparkly top in an innocent way elegant and presents it as hers. It might be a bit ‘bridal’, but I don’t see why this would be a problem. It’s gorgeous and beautiful.

To my surprise, I ‘had to place’ Lady Gaga on the ‘best dressed’ list as well. The unusual design of the top of her dress is typical for her, but the classic elegance of the skirt makes up for it. She looks like a lady, beautiful and mysterious. Well done!








Michelle Yeoh wears a stunning ‘fringe’ dress in white that makes her look young, classically elegant, and every inch the breathtaking lady and talented actress she is. What a great choice.

Halle Baily wears her light blue Dolce & Gabbana gown like a princess. It makes her look innocent and debonair. She beams positively in this color. That’s how it’s done!

A Word About The Men On The Red Carpet

I hope you’ll permit me a few words about the men and their wardrobes tonight. We had a lot of ‘Back To The Traditions’ this year, which I wholeheartedly agree!









Both Gentlemen, Austin Butler as well as Brendon Fraser wore traditional tuxedos and both look elegant and classy presenting themselves. Excellent choice!









We have Idris Elba on the left, wearing a blue jacket in combination with black slacks and shoes, looking classy, so does Oscar winner Ye Huy Quan in his traditional black suit with the white shirt and bow tie.









Now to two gentlemen who have never been known for their traditional way… despite the two could easily pull it off, they decided on their own, unique style: Lenny Kravitz, in a non-traditional Saint Laurent combination, with wide-leg trousers and an open draped top shirt/jacket. And I’m the first one to admit: I got nothing negative to say… he’s one of the very few who can pull this off – and still looks absolutely great!

Dwayne Johnson, on the other hand: everything is a perfect fit… Suit and bow tie, shoes, shirt, watch, everything is excellently tailored… the only thing that I could mention is, that I’m not the biggest fan of the salmon/peach color. Congrats to his designer, Dolce & Gabbana are probably the only ones who could master that particular task!

This is it from my March 12, 2023 Fashion Corner on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’. I hope, you had a little bit of fun reading this!

Good Night!

(All pictures were provided by Google.com)

Author Spotlight – EV Sparrow


Please introduce yourself. Hey everyone, my pen name is E.V. Sparrow. I’m happy to meet you.

1.            When did you start writing? May of 2015. But I always told stories in my childhood.

2.            What motivates you to write? Words.Communication.I love dialogue and the power of storytelling, and then God called me at the perfect time in my life to write.

3.            What genre do you write in and what made you chose this particular genre? Writing Christian Historical fiction, and a bit of romance. My dad’s family made me the keeper of their history with bags, and totes of photos, letters, and documents I kept with me for 35 years. It was the perfect situation to start stories.

4.            What is your goal in writing? Do you have dreams where your writing should take you? First, write them. Ha! The goal being to usher ordinary readers into the extraordinary power of God’s unexpected presence in the everyday.

5.            Do you ever suffer from writer’s block and if yes, how do you deal with it? Not often, because of my imagination.I am visual with my stories in my thoughts, so I flip through photos, Pinterest, Instagram—anything visually inspiring.

6.            What advice would you like to give new, hopeful authors? Authorship is a process! Don’t think you will write one story and you’re ready. Think long haul. My journey to my novels started with writing short stories. Begin short—blog posts, articles, or stories, practice your skills, discover who you are as a writer, your own voice, and what your purpose is by the body of work you create. It becomes clearer as you go.

7.            Please, tell us about your work. I will have a novella self-published to introduce my main character to readers. The plan is I will publish it by April and take some copies with me on a trip to Ireland in May. Celebrate Lit Publishing and I have a three-book contract, with the debut novel releasing on 12/5/23. All the totes and bags of family items I mentioned were the inspiration for the series.

The novella, Muldoon’s Minnesota Darling, is about Mick Muldoon, a recent widower and Irish Catholic emigrant during 1866 Ireland, who left his tragic life for America. Improved prospects for wealth beckoned to his sister, Orla, Mick, and their brother, Ed. Why was it so difficult for Mick to escape abject poverty and find work? Where were America’s promised opportunities? Could his anguished heart and soul discover love again?

*You will find an epigram at the beginning of each new chapter. It’s a specific style of writing, using a quote from Mick under each chapter’s title, as the entire book is in his POV.

Book 1: Releasing on 12/5/23. Muldoon’s Misfortunes, born with moderate scoliosis into a poor Irish Catholic family, tenant farmer Michéal Muldoon is a self-medicating alcoholic. When he loses his second wife and children to typhus, he believes God isn’t loving or powerful. Mick also blames English oppression and an entity, Mister Death, for his misfortunes.

Twenty-seven-year-old Mick emigrates to America with his sisters and brother in 1866 seeking love and hope, but longs for the farm he was desperate to escape. His life becomes a mixture of hilarious mishaps, mayhem, and persistent hopes.

While he works for the railroad’s expansion in the lawless, sparsely populated upper Midwestern territories, Mick forsakes his faith in God and lives unfettered by Christian teaching.

He believes freedom from faith in an indifferent God is the answer to a better life. Will he learn faith creates it? Can Mick conquer alcoholism, and that cruel creature, Mister Death?

Book 2 is about Mick’s oldest sister, Orla.

Book 3 is about Mick’s oldest son, Liam.

Thank you for being my guest. It was such a pleasure to have you here!! Thank you for connecting with me, and for introducing me to your readership. I hope to make some new friends.

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This blog post touched my heart in a very special way. I’m an avid reader of Juliette Kings’ ‘Vampire Maman’ blog for years now and I love it. I love her writing style, her different subjects, short stories, children’s posts, diaries, and her sense of humor. Today, again, I ‘stumbled’ across this blog post, and my eyes watered once more. That’s when I decided to share it on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’.


All of the veterinarian offices are closed on Sunday. The old cat lost the ability to stand on her own the night before.

Unless she fell asleep forever on his lap, this wouldn’t her last day.

Over the years she’d been there for him when he was sick or injured. She was at his side when he recovered from cancer, a broken leg, knee surgery, and the death of his wife.

They’d watched hundreds of movies together. They watched baseball games together.

When she was young he and his wife would take the dog for walks and she’d follow behind. Eventually the wife would pick her up and carry her home. That was always fun.

She missed the wife. She was always there until she wasn’t. The husband said the wife had been killed by a carjacker. The cat didn’t know what that was. She supposed it might have been like the bad dogs who used to live down the street, or the coyotes who lived behind the house.

After that the man was sad too much. She tried to make him happy by purring extra loud and staying close to him. She licked his hand, and tried to give him love bites on his nose.

She was an ancient cat, and a wise cat, but there was much she still didn’t know.

As she closed her eyes for a bit she thought about the girl. It was the girl who insisted the cat would be hers.

The memory of being a tiny kitten in a loud room full of cages, filled with cats, still terrified her. When the small girl passed by the cat reached out her tiny kitten paw and as if to say, “take me.” And the girl took her.


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