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First, I want to apologize to all the vegetarians who read our newsletter since this month's recipe is definitely for carnivores.

I tried going meatless once.  It didn't work for me.  I need my meat. <G>

So, since so many people enjoy grilling in the summer, I thought this would be a good recipe for this month,

especially if your significant other is the one who likes to grill.

And, after he/she does all the grilling work, there's no reason you can't have a nice

dessert waiting with lots of chocolate sauce or whipped cream or both.

Then again, you could decide to be dessert yourself.  Enjoy!

Ginger-Soy London Broil

Ingredients

* 1 piece (2 inches) Fresh Ginger, peeled and thinly sliced

* 1/2 Red Onion, cut into 1-inch chunks

* 4 cloves Garlic coarsely chopped

* 1/2 cup chopped fresh Cilantro or Flat-Leaf Parsley

* 1/4 cup dry Red Wine

* 1/4 cup Soy Sauce

* 1/4 cup Vegetable Oil

* 1/2 teaspoon Black Pepper

* 1 Beefsteak (1 1/4 to 1 1/2 inches thick; 1 1/2 to 2 pounds) cut from the top or bottom round

or 1 Flank Steak (1 1/2 to 2 pounds)

Cooking Instructions:

Prepare the marinade: Place the ginger, onion, garlic and cilantro in a food processor and process

until a smooth paste forms. Add the wine, soy sauce, oil, and pepper and process to combine.

Place the steak in a baking dish just large enough to hold it and spread the marinade over it.

Let marinate in the refrigerator, covered, for at least 4 hours, ideally 6 hours,

or even overnight (12 hours) if time permits, turning the steak a few times.

Set up the grill for direct grilling and preheat to high.

When ready to cook, brush and oil the grill grate. Remove the steak from the marinade and drain well.

Place the steak on the hot grate and grill until cooked to taste, 6 to 8 minutes per side for medium-rare,

2 minutes more per side for medium, rotating the steak 90 degrees after three minutes if a crosshatch

of grill marks is desired. (This is not absolutely essential, as the steak will be carved for serving,

but the perfectionist in you may want to do it anyway.)

Transfer the steak to a cutting board and let rest for 5 minutes.

Using a sharp knife, carve it into broad thin slices, hold the knife blade at a 45 degree angle to the top of the meat.

Serve at once.

Alpha 2: Stay
By Treva Harte
(Soon to be in print as part of the Alpha Series)
Price: $3.99
www..loose-id.com

“Ahhhhhh.  Ahhh, fuck, that’s good!”  The stranger gasped above him, the man’s weight suddenly collapsed against his back as he shuddered out the last of his climax.

Lowell shuddered, trying to catch his own breath, still gripping the wall for balance. He drawled out the words, forcing himself not to suck for air with each sentence. “Yeah.  Yeah, not bad at all.”

The world stopped spinning a split second afterward. The man pulled out and then off. Everything was back to normal.  Lowell took another deep breath and stepped away from the wall.

“Ah…thanks, man.” Lowell buttoned his fly and strolled away from the alley without another look.  He’d learned no one appreciated good-byes, least of all himself, after a quickie.

When he got near the bar at the other end of the dirty little alley, he paused, trying to decide if he felt any better.

Not much. The immediate need had drained off, but not the underlying problem. Moonbeams hit his face through a break in the buildings surrounding him.  Almost a full moon.  Shit. That never helped his itch.

Lowell hesitated at the bar’s battered door and listened to the music wailing inside about good times, bad women and cold beer.  Why go back at all? He’d been there before—maybe not this particular bar in this particular part of El Paso, but to enough bars just like it and enough men just like his already forgotten partner.

You’d think I’d be tired of this by now.  Shit, I am tired of it. Thirty one and still picking up the flotsam at two-bit bars to fuck.

Lowell grinned.  Maybe the real problem was his cock still wasn’t tired and it hadn’t had any ass tonight.

He was an idiot.  There was more than enough ass at home. Why did he hang out at these damn places and let himself get picked up like he was some kind of desperate whore?

Because he had been once.  That’s why. Sometimes going back to where he’d been as a scrawny kid, back when he was ready to be bent over and be fucked on command—literally and figuratively—reminded him that his life now wasn’t all bad. Hell, there were plenty who would envy everything he had right now. He was the one with the problem. He just hadn’t quite found what he needed yet. 

And odds were that he wouldn’t find it tonight. He should give it up and leave. He had responsibilities now.

The music rose up in the bar, sending its false notes about the good times to be had inside. He wasn’t restless enough to get suckered in by that, was he? Then again, he’d left his hat in the bar.  No harm in getting it before he headed back.

Telling himself he was being stupid to linger, Lowell stepped back in anyhow.  The bar was still smoky and noisy and like a million others. That was no surprise. There was nothing for him here and never would be.

Lowell walked to the back booth. He could see his Stetson hanging on the hook. A minute, two minutes, and he’d be gone. The babble of drunken or excited voices hit his ears and he tuned it out.  No more beers tonight. No more cock.

“I’m not interested.”  The cool voice that cut through his protective shield was female and husky and somehow familiar.

Pussy. That was something different.

His damn cock twitched. Bad idea, cock. Pussy is way too dangerous for us.

“If you’re not, then what are you doing here?” The male voice answering her was slightly drunk and very unhappy.

“Maybe I should have said I’m not interested in you.”

Lowell looked over to the couple, deciding no one else cared whether he eavesdropped. The bar was getting more intriguing by the minute.

His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared just a little once he saw her.  She was a pretty girl.  Tall.  Reddish-brown hair, blue eyes.  Flat stomach with a tiny ring attached to her belly, a fact she had no problem showing off since her skimpy little T-shirt cut off almost up to her boobs.

“Maybe you’re too picky.”  The man started to get up from his chair.

Pretty and she smelled…He sniffed again.  She smelled like someone he should remember.  Lowell scowled, keeping himself from rubbing his forehead with an effort.  Sex, no matter how meaningless, made you sluggish.  Why couldn’t he place her?

He didn’t have time to think about it, though.  The girl got out of her chair, facing the would-be pickup artist down. Her jaw jutted out as if she meant to confront him with more than words.  The kid was tall and looked strong but she was still facing a drunken man. Lowell knew what that meant.

Unless he intervened.

“The lady isn’t interested because she’s with me.” Lowell stepped up to the guy’s elbow and growled the words into his ear.

“With you?  But you just stepped out with—” The guy stopped, measured how much taller and broader Lowell was, and sat back down. “Whatever.  You probably deserve each other.”

Lowell looked over at the almost-familiar girl and frowned.  “Are you even old enough to be here?”

“I’m twenty one.  Had to show my I.D. at the bar to prove it, too.”

She pouted at him and then the memories clicked into place.  He knew that lower lip and how it stuck out. The rush of remembering almost made him dizzy.

Lowell laughed and leaned over to flick the braid from her shoulder. “Bullshit, girl. I can do the math.  You might be eighteen, Lin, but even that could be pushing it.”

“Busted. This town is just too dang small. I don’t know you but you sound just like…Lowell!  Of course it’s you!” She flung herself at him and Lowell grabbed her, getting a nice armful of tits and hair and squealing laughter. “Damn, I forgot how pretty you looked. Your hair is shorter.  And your goatee is just too cute.”

Home. Damn it, she smelled like home and family.  His arm closed around her just a little too tight and too long.  He stepped back once he realized what he was doing, but her laughter had already faded.

“Now you.” She focused in on him as if he were tasty prey.  “You, I was always interested in.”

His cock twitched again. Damn it.

by Judy Mays

She heard the door open.  Too soon for James.  Some coworker then. 

Bracing her own hands on her side of the desk, she leaned towards him and spat, “How dare you talk to me like that! I don’t know who the hell you are, asshole, but I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on Earth!”