Happy Thursday! I hope y’all slept better last night than I did. Night sweats. Damn. I’m not all here yet and I keep yawning every 2-3 minutes. So,if I doze off, just nudge me to keep going…
Blue recently emerged in her own story: Forever In Blue Jeans. This is my longest book to date at about 65000 words. I am proud of the book, of the story that emerged, but I’ll talk about that another day. She’s got a domestic streak a mile wide. She’s turning her family’s plantation home into a bed and breakfast and she’s been to culinary school. All that does take a backseat to the relationship she’s trying to forge with Cort, but it’s still there…
She and I cook very differently in some situations. She goes without a recipe, I use one, usually only as a guideline, but I do use one. She also does dishes by hand in her cozy kitchen and well, I only do dishes by hand when I have to. But the one thing we have in common is we love good food. Whatever it is, we love good food. And coffee…
Sort of the morning after, she makes breakfast for Cort…a bacon, egg, and cheese quiche. He’s never had one. Poor him.
I love quiche. Eggs. Milk/Cream/Some kind of dairy. Cheese. And whatever you want to throw in it. All in one pan. Bake it. And voila! Delish! It doesn’t require fancy equipment or ingredients or a lot of time/prep.
The following is a recipe from a cooking blog called The Keenan Cookbook (they have all sorts of wonderful recipes). I haven’t made this without the spinach because I like the spinach in it, but it can be done. It is also a crustless quiche so for those who don’t like the pastry crust, this is one for you…
This is a small recipe (and a good starting spot if you’ve never made a quiche before) but it can easily be doubled and made in a quiche pan (pie pan) instead of the muffin tins the recipe calls for.
Crustless Bacon, Egg and Cheese Quiche
5 pieces bacon
1/4 tomato, chopped
1/4 onion, chopped
1/2 scallion, chopped
1/2 cup frozen spinach, cooked and squeezed dry
salt and pepper to taste
1/8 cup fat free sour cream
1/4 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
1/4 cup shredded cheddar cheese
Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Fry bacon in a skillet, plate and pat dry when finished, then chop.
Discard most all of the bacon fat from the skillet. Add tomato, onion, scallion, spinach and bacon to the pan. Cook on low until onion is translucent.
In a small mixing bowl, beat eggs with sour cream, salt and pepper.
In a muffin tray, sprayed with non stick cooking spray, divide the egg mixture equally into 4 of the muffin spots (about 1/4 cup of mixture). Add the vegetable/bacon mixture and top with cheese. Bake for 22 minutes or until cooked through.
Next time, Blue will be here to join in and we’ll share the iced coffee recipe we use. At the moment, though, she’s off doing…unmentionable things with Cort.
One night stands are supposed to be forgettable… But what if the sparks are still flying?
Cort arrives in Blue Ridge with the prospect of a job he can’t resist: the rewiring of a plantation home. Digging into the walls of historical buildings to learn about them from the inside out is a passion he can’t deny. With his mind focused on catching up with his old friends and the challenge of ancient wires, a romantic set up is the last thing he suspects.
And he’s not the only one in the dark…
Blue can’t believe the man pulling to a stop in front of her house is the same man she met in a Savannah riverfront bar five years ago. Heated memories of their one night flood her, but the chill in his eyes remind her of the coward she’d been by leaving while he was sleeping. This time, she can’t escape him or the things he makes her feel. He’s in her space, surrounded by their friends, and every throbbing cell in her body is involved…
So’s her heart.
Angry words, angry sex, good food and cups of strong coffee all washed away by a Southern summer thunderstorm, and the road to forever has taken a turn…
Warning: Between the sheets you’ll find meddling friends, drunk cakes, a corset tattoo, and a Southern plantation. But, what you really need to be on the look out for is a heroine laying siege to a hero with nothing but her sassy mouth holding him against the door…
Yesterday, Blue’s and my ‘drunk cake’ was featured over at a new blog called Romance Cooks. Cream Cheese Bourbon Pound Cake. 🙂
This blog series is developing as we go along and I hope to include character interviews with questions from readers. It’s my way of showing my love of cooking with all of you through the books I write and the characters I create…or rather the characters that just barge in on me.
I hope you all have a great day…
Usually I have to think about what I’m going to post, but today? Not so much. I just had a new release this week and that’s what my choice is…
Forever In Blue Jeans, Book 3 in my Blue Jeans and Hard Hats series came out this week. Or rather, I put it out this week. It’s my longest book to date which compared to most, isn’t that long at all, but I put a lot into this one and I love it. I hope the readers who’ve bought it, who’ve been waiting for it, love it, too.
“Haven’t you perfected that damn recipe yet?” Cort asked just before tilting the beer bottle up and taking a long swallow. It was good to be with Decker and Buck again. It was good to be with the women who had stolen his friends’ hearts and weren’t looking to latch onto his. It was good to be away from Blue. Good God, it was good to be away from her. She had him all twisted up in knots, and that just wasn’t going to work for him. He was done obsessing about her.
The more he thought about it, the more he agreed with his first assessment of her. She was everything he wanted, at least the outside of her was. The image of her tight, curvy body, her expressive, soulful eyes, her hair that simply begged to be pulled, her tattoos… Shit. None of his lovers had ever had tattoos, and he wanted to see each and every one Blue had, up close and personal. He wanted to trace them with his fingers, with his tongue, cover them in his come and smear it into them.
But he couldn’t. He didn’t need to be wanting her anymore. The sparks might still be there between them, but all these years later, what she did and with whom was none of his business. He didn’t care.
Cort looked over at Rosie, who’d asked, then nodded. “He’s been working on that recipe for more years than I’ve known him.”
“It’s the best burger I’ve ever had so whatever he’s perfected, I know what he can do if he ever gets tired of roofing.”
A bark of laughter sounded from the direction of the grill. “I’ll happily take up the grill duties at the diner, but you know my conditions.”
A look passed between the two lovers and Cort knew he had to ask. “What conditions?”
“New uniforms,” they both answered at the same time.
On second thought, maybe he shouldn’t have asked. “Something wrong with the current ones?”
“They keep her too covered up.”
Rosie glowered at Decker, but Cort caught the glimmer in her eyes. They had a special chemistry. Cort couldn’t deny the twist of envy filling his gut. He wanted to ignore it, but he couldn’t do that either. He wanted what they shared.
At some point.
But not with Blue.
And if he chose to ignore the voice in his head screaming that he was a liar, well, that was his prerogative.
“I can’t go around naked, Decker.”
“I didn’t say you had to be naked.”
“Shorts showing my ass and halter tops are close enough.”
“I didn’t say you had to wear shorts that showed your ass.”
“No, you said I should serve breakfast in my bra and panties.”
“You need to do a better job of listening to me, woman. I said when you’re in the kitchen with me, you should only be in your bra and panties.” Decker winked, and Rosie stuck her tongue out at him.
“There’s an open… Oh never mind. We’re not changing uniforms.”
“Then I’m not going to work for you.”
The back-and-forth banter was quite telling for Cort. His buddy had it bad. He’d noticed the same thing about Buck and Caroline the night before. How his friends had gotten so damn lucky, he’d never know. He wouldn’t deny his happiness for them, though. He couldn’t think of two men more deserving for that kind of love.
“Fine.” Rosie stood and went inside with Decker’s gaze attached to her every move. It was few minutes before he turned his attention back to the task at hand.
The silence that ensued made Cort uncomfortable. He didn’t like being left with his own thoughts for too long. He got crazy notions about settling down and opting for a steady, long-term relationship with just one woman and the wouldn’t-it-be-nice scenarios. Nope. Nothing good ever came from those kinds of thoughts. He was better off if his mind or hands or preferably both were occupied with either eating, working, or working on eating a woman.
That particular train of thought led straight to mental images of Blue stretched out on a bed, a waist cincher wrapped tight around her middle, the curves of her hips and thighs framed to absolute perfection, and his mouth buried between her legs, his tongue inside her, and her moans filling the empty spaces around them.
He couldn’t, shouldn’t, and refused to continue thinking about her in those terms. Again. Still. His time with her was over. They had one night and not even a whole night at that, but it was done, over with. She was a client now. He was going to re-wire her rambling plantation house and then, with any real luck, he’d only see her rarely afterward.
Decker laughed. “You drifted.”
Shit. He had to stop doing that. “Yeah well, it’s been a long day.”
“I’d have thought the time zone difference wouldn’t be affecting you.”
“Jet lag should be gone,” Decker went on as though Cort hadn’t said anything.
“I don’t get jet lag.”
“Uh-huh. Did you sleep okay last night? It’s different than sleeping in hotels or in cities. It’s so quiet out here. Took a while for me to get used to it.
“Yeah, slept fine. I don’t mind the quiet.”
“Wanna talk about it, then? Whatever it is?”
“What the hell are we? A couple of women? No, I don’t want to talk about it because there’s nothing to talk about.”
“Did you uh… Did you see the pictures?” Decker whispered from across the deck.
Cort snorted and shook his head. Just like a teenager to ask about the dirty pictures. Only Decker wasn’t a teenage boy anymore. Perv. “Yes. And no, I’m not going to tell you anything about them except to say they weren’t at all what I was expecting.” He got up and took two steps before the voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Not leaving on my account, I hope?”
Blue. And…him. The guy from the porch. The guy with his arm around Blue’s waist, holding her so tight against his body, holding her with such ease and familiarity that Cort wanted to punch him right in the nose and mess up his handsome face.
“Hey, Blue,” Decker said from behind Cort’s still-as-the-night body. “Rosie said you might be coming.”
“Hey there. Yes, Rosie strong-armed me into making cake.” Blue was still staring at Cort even as she spoke to the other man. “And I had to bring the plans for the house to Cort. I forgot to give them to him earlier.”
“Hi, Decker, I’m Neil, Blue’s uh…friend. I don’t usually miss a barbecue, and when I heard about your skills with a grill, I was intrigued.”
“Hey, man, Any friend of Blue’s is always welcome. So Rosie’s told you guys she only wants me for my meat, huh?”
Blue finally broke eye contact to look at Decker. She winked at him over Cort’s shoulder and laughed. “You could say that.” Decker’s bark of laughter was her reward, and the smile that lit up her face… Damn. Cort knew he’d been in trouble the second he’d laid eyes on her, but seeing her smile just now, hearing her sexy, Southern twang, seeing her body in a flowing skirt and denim jacket, with her long, black wavy hair all unruly and wild, he couldn’t think about anything else except getting her naked.
And that just pissed him the fuck off.
He was supposed to be over her, not still wanting her, not still getting hard at the thought of her. But it was more than just the thought of her now; she was here, in front of him, living and breathing. Either way he looked at it, he was screwed.
Please take some time and read through the snippets from the authors below… I am going to make some lunch and settle in to watch some Daytona racing.
Have a great Saturday, y’all!
This is my first time participating in Six Sentence Sunday, so I’m a little nervous. Hope I do it right.
My six sentences are from my current WIP (which by the end of today needs to be turned in), Forever In Blue Jeans. It’s the 3rd book in my Blue Jeans and Hard Hats series…
“What’s in that thing?” he asked, pointing to the piece of cake with his fork.
“This is her vanilla bean bourbon cake, except I didn’t have bourbon. I had to use dark spiced rum.”
He took a few sips of the water then gulped down the entire glass. “You might want to warn a guy next time.”
Blue took the glass and refilled it. “And miss that reaction? Not on your life.”