Midweek Recipe: Salmon & Vegetable Risotto

This is a super quick and easy midweek supper, when you get home from work, and dinner needs making, and you think: “nnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhh.” That.

Serves 2-3

2 cups arborio rice

2-3 salmon fillets, ready cooked

2 scallions

3 shallots

2 courgettes

2 cups veggie stock, or fish stock, homemade or bought

1 clove garlic

2 tbsp olive oil, for frying.

Method:

Chop the scallions, shallots, courgette into small pieces.

Set the oil in the pan. Crush the garlic and add it. After 30 seconds, add the vegetables.

When they start to go soft and fragrant, add the rice, one ladle at a time. After each rice addition, add one ladle of stock. When that is absorbed, repeat until the rice is soft, or if you prefer, just slightly al dente (with a bit of bite). Flake the cooked salmon and swirl around in the risotto.

Serve, preferably with garlic bread!

 

 

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Top 10 Tuesday – Bookish Confessions

My bookish  confessions – from a meme created by The Broke and the Bookish. Follow the link to join! :)

1. I have more books than I can ever read. I think my reading list and my TBR list now exceeds my lifetime, especially as my pesky job keeps getting in the way!

2. Reading is my favourite activity, I think even more favourite than writing! Sometimes I shock myself.

3. I love getting lost in books. I’ve let time slip away from me on many an occasion when the new Julie James arrives and I have to read it right that minute. However…

4. I am guilty of building up a book too much in my head. I have left books for months before, “saving” them for a special time, and then, when I get to it, of course the poor thing can’t usually live up to my massive expectations. Must stop doing this.

5. I read several books at once. If one is boring me, I’ll skip to another. I’ve “cheated” on countless books with other books, and I don’t regret it!

6. Sometimes I feel bad for wasting hours reading. But then I think – others spend hours playing video games, and is that any more or less worthy? We all work hard, so why not enjoy the free time that we’ve earned in the way we want to?

7. I’ve fallen in love with characters before. Murphy from Born in Shame stands out as the first character I ever properly loved. Just writing his name is making me want to read that novel again.

8. I try not to judge books by their covers. I know often the author has little or no input on their covers. But I hate it when the people on the cover in no way resemble the people inside. It irks me!

9. I love book recommendations. I’ll always add a book to my list if someone recommends it to me. It might take me some time to get to it, though….

10. Books with slapdash endings make me so angry. Like when the author creates a perfect storm of confusion, emotion and life struggles, and I’m on the edge of my seat wondering how it will all turn out… and then it was all a dram or similar. I hate easy fixes, they make me sad. As a writer, I understand how someone might write themselves into a corner by accident, but I’m sure there are multiple ways out of fictional scrapes!

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Horny Hump Day #1

Three sexy sentences to cheer up your Hump Day!

She clung to Rohan as much as he clung to her. They drowned in each other as he plundered her mouth, stroking the silky insides with his tongue. The tips of her breasts hardened and ached as she pressed them against his chest, the sensitive skin on her nipples stimulated by the terry robe she wore.

 

 

These are taken from A Wolf at Her Door, released December 2013. Find out more here!

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Midweek Recipe – Raspberry & Chocolate Tart

You will need:

1 x tart case (or make your own; I have no pastry skills and can’t be bothered)
Pack of raspberries
100g mascarpone
2 tbsp sugar
1 egg
1 bar whatever kind of choc you want, Lindt is very smooth and works well but I have also had good results with 34p, supermarket own-brand choc.

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Method

Preheat oven to 180 degrees.
Chop chocolate into small pieces; arrange on tart base. Arrange raspberries around choc. Cover whole of tart base if possible.
Put mascarpone, sugar and egg in large bowl. Using an electric whisk, blend until smooth. I guess you could use a normal whisk, but your hand will be very tired!
Pour egg mixture over tart base.
Bake for 20-25 minutes or until mostly golden on top.

Enjoy!

 

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Two for Tuesday #3

Cover Art - StrongAsDeath

Another twenty yards and she’d be out of the darkness of the trees and almost to the sidewalk, within reach of the light from the streetlamps.

A figure stepped out from behind a large oak, directly into Ilona’s path.

Ilona stopped and searched for a way around.

“What are you doing?” a rough voice growled.

Ilona recognized it immediately, even before she registered Archer’s face.

“It’s none of your business what I’m doing,” she said.

He moved closer. “You’re making it goddamned impossible to protect you.”

“You can’t protect me.”

His jaw tightened, and he glared. “What in the hell do you think I’ve been doing?”

“I’m honestly not sure.”

His voice rose. “You’d be lying frozen dead in a gutter right now if it wasn’t for me. You saw what happened in the shelter—you’d have been attacked by now if I hadn’t been around.”

Her tone was quiet, calm. “I know how you scared them away.”

“I told you I have a talent for creating fear. It comes in useful.”

“But you don’t like it.”

He said nothing.

“And I know you’ve been around,” she said.

He raised his eyebrows as if she was being slow.

“Before you asked me if I was lost,” she said. “You were there—when the car hit me.”

His expression sobered.

She waited for a response.

Finally, he said, “I’ve been around.”

“Will you answer one question? And be honest?”

“I give as much honesty as I can.”

Her lips curved a little. That was perhaps the most honest response he had yet given.

She moved closer, and he backed away.

“No,” she said.

He stopped.

“When you turned the corner and asked if I was lost,” she said, “you leaned your shoulder on the wall. How did you do that?”

His eyebrows pulled together.

“You’re really good at it,” she said. “It took me awhile to realize you never actually touch anything, that you stay out of the light, that you don’t get cold, your breath doesn’t come out in puffs in the cold like everyone else’s, you never let anyone close, near enough to realize you have no scent, to feel the static when you get too close.”

He took a step back, as if in self-defense.

“Don’t try to lie anymore,” she said. “I know what you are.”

Strong as Death

by M.S. Kaye

Ilona runs from her sheltering mother in order to find the truth, why she’s seeing people who are invisible to everyone else. A mysterious boy named Archer guides her through Brooklyn and introduces her to Hendrick, the man who claims to be her father—though he died in 1890. Ilona must discover not only what she must do to rid the city of Soll, a sadistic and powerful spirit, but also what it means to be half ghost. She proves what her mother told her—love is stronger than death.

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If you liked that excerpt and want to read more, you can buy Strong as Death from the following retailers:

Publisher (all formats): http://jupitergardenspress.com/shop/strong-as-death/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00KDIN5D8/ref=mp_s_a_1_4?qid=1400369357&sr=1-4&pi=AC_SX110_SY165_QL70

Barnes and Noble: http://m.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1119548501?ean=2940149439164

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=Strong+as+death

author pic Author Bio:

M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.

Contact M. S. Kaye at:

www.Facebook.com/BooksByMSK

www.Twitter.com/MSKosciuszko

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7222522.M_S_Kaye

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Midweek Recipe – salmon fishcakes

This week is a diet recipe. The husband and I are trying to cut down on carbs and as a result I’ve been eating about 7-8 of my five a day (do you guys have that in the States?).

Tonight we cooked a low fat, carb-free fishcake recipe that’s much healthier than the traditional fishcake recipe, as it cuts out fattening mayo (used to make fishcakes moist) and uses egg instead. Also sweet potato, used here instead of regular mash, is better for you.

Salmon and sweet potato fishcakes

You will need:

1 x sweet potato, handful frozen peas, 1 x tin of canned pink salmon, 1 egg, teaspoon coriander, 2 x garlic cloves, half a lime, salt and pepper.

Method:

1. Preheat oven to 190 degrees. See here for temperature conversions. Peel the sweet potato and cut into small chunks. Boil until soft, then drain and mash.

2. In a bowl, flake the salmon. Be careful to remove the bones. Mash it, then add the sweet potato.

3. Whisk the egg in a bowl. Add salt and pepper, then add the egg to the salmon and potato bowl, and mix well. Throw in the peas here. Crush the garlic and add. Add the coriander. Then zest the lime, and add both juice and zest to the main bowl. Mix all well.

4. Prepare a baking tray/oven tray by covering it in a sheet of tin foil. Grease the tin foil with spray cooking oil or by pouring a small dollop on and spreading it with your fingers/a pastry brush.

5. Shape the salmon mixture in 6 balls and gently flatten them until about 3-4cm thick. Bake for 10 minutes, then flip them over using a spatula, then bake for 8 more minutes. Enjoy with garlic mayo and a side salad.

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If you want to read about a heroine who enjoys food as much as I do, check out my debut novel, Stranded, where our heroine, Rachel, is a keen baker.

 When Rachel Coles flew to New York to surprise the man she thought was her fiancé, coming face to face with his wife broke her heart. She needed a shoulder. So, she turned to a man she met by chance–handsome carpenter Will Norton. Together they turn her disaster into a short but magical holiday.

Will was attracted to the pretty brunette he met on the plane, and the fun sightseeing day they share only deepens his feelings for her. He’s just starting to regret never seeing her again when he learns Rachel’s had all her suitcase and purse stolen.

Now, as he offers her his guest room while she waits for a new passport, Will and Rachel find themselves struggling against a deep-rooted attraction that shows every sign of making itself permanent. The only trouble is, Rachel’s stay in New York will be anything but…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Two for Tuesday #2 – CV Madison

My second TFT guest is CV Madison with her novella, The Layover.

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Yes. Exactly like that. With that growl in his ear. All he could do was whimper and then moan in response. His skin tingled before the burn set in the pinked lines drawn on his skin. He wanted to prattle on about all the things he wanted. Most of the one night stands or summer loves he picked up were usually vanilla in their approach.

This, however. This scratched an itch, one he wanted filled with everything they could squeeze into one night. He wanted to hurt a little tomorrow to prove it hadn’t all been a very nice dream. He wanted those work-rough hands all over his body. More specifically, he wanted one of them on his ass and the other in his hair. Pull his head back, fill him full and fuck him hard. And once they’d had either a little sleep or a little rest, do it all over again

All the foreplay was damned good frosting on his kinky happy cake.

The Layover

Security expert and avowed city boy Reno Locke drops into The Meeting Place for a little loving to fill his off hours. Country boy Wilder Henderson swings through to blow off a little steam after winning a rodeo competition. Locke finds out this urban cowboy is just what he was looking for during his layover.

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If you liked that, you can buy The Layover at any of these retailers:

http://jupitergardenspress.com/shop/the-layover/

http://www.amazon.com/The-Layover-C-V-Madison-ebook/dp/B00I8TS33Q

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-layover-cv-madison/1118480313

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/407893

About the author: 

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C.V. Madison is a licensed massage therapist, author, and gamer full of schadenfreude pie and Mountain Dew. She pens urban fantasy, horror and steampunk with a side of heavy romance. Her characters are straight, gay, all shades in between and some shades not even on the spectrum. She has been published in both fiction and non-fiction anthologies. Through the month of November, she can be found in local coffee houses, over caffeinated and armed with her trusty laptop as she strives to bang out 50,000 words in 30 days. Instead of writing, she can be found procrastinating on Twitter or playing any number of games.

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Midweek Recipe: Custard Creams

Biscuits for everybody!

Happy National Biscuit Day, everyone! It’s something that I have just learned exists and which I plan to wholeheartedly embrace!

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In honour of National Biscuit Day, here’s a recipe from Good Housekeeping on how to make your own of this British favourite. Do you even have these in the States?

What’s your favourite kind of biscuit? I like chocolate hobnobs.

 

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New Contracts!

Celebrations are afoot in my camp this week!

I’ve signed two contracts with Jupiter Gardens Press: One for a short story I’ve mentioned here, The Purrfect Neighbour, about a cat who instigates love/lust between two neighbours, and one re-release of a contemporary romance which I’ve spiced up a bit, about two friends who become lovers.

Here’s a very short (unedited) excerpt from The Purrfect Neighbour before the anthology releases.

Taking in her tumbled hair, wide sad eyes, and the bundle of feline in her arms, there was no way in hell Aaron could resist being the hero. “Use my kitchen.” He dug in his pocket and held out the keys.

Finally getting the hint, Jeffrey leapt down from his precarious position half on Constance’s shoulder and half in her apron, and meowed very loudly to convey his unhappiness.

“Really?” She took the keys, her eyes lighting with relief. “And I’ll pay you to fix my oven, if you can, of course.”

His gaze levelled on hers. “Nah. I only want payment in cake. If that’s all right with you.”

“That’s perfect. Thank you, Aaron.” She leaned up to kiss his cheek as a thank you, but at that moment, Jeffrey wound between her legs, stripping her, and she fell into Aaron, her angle off now, and her lips met his, rather than his cheek.

She tasted of chocolate, sending his fantasies into overdrive. Her soft lips brushed his, and his arms came around her, drawing her close. Her generous curves against his body sent the blood roaring in his head, and in lower places.

He heard her sharp intake of breath, and then her soft sigh as her lips moved against his, welcoming the kiss. The tiny flick of her tongue against his bottom lip made Aaron’s heart thud. His whole world centred to a pinprick – nothing mattered except the taste of Constance, the softness of her skin, the shape of her beautiful body.

The sharp ping of the microwave made her spring away from him. “Oh! The cake!”

Aaron didn’t give two hoots about the cake. The barely-there kiss had left him hard and aching, every sense in his body yearning for more contact. He hadn’t been this aroused by a simple soft kiss…. Ever.

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Keep an eye on my blog for news about when the anthology containing my story is released!

 

 

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Two for Tuesday – new weekly post

New!

A new weekly blog post featuring friendly guest authors! Read a two-paragraph sampler from an author’s work and learn more about them and their book!

My first guest is Samantha Holt, welcome Samantha! :)

To Dream of a Highlander

To Dream of a Highlander

Like many a night, he found himself gazing up at her window. Warmth radiated from it. She would be in a chemise, the thin material moulding to her breasts. Unbound hair likely spiralled over her shoulders. Mayhap she had washed and her skin remained dewy and ebony curls clung to her face. A shudder swept through him and his blood boiled. He gripped the pommel of his sword. Lord, give me strength.

A movement sent his heart into his throat. His jaw dropped as Katelyn leaned out of the window. Sure enough, white cotton hugged her arms and her hair hung loose. Candlelight surrounded her in a fuzzy halo like an angel. She gazed out into the night, entrancing him. How he longed to know what she was thinking.

To Dream of a Highlander

Scotland, 1230

Sent on a rescue mission, Finn Mac Chaluim is prepared to do his duty, hand over the lass and return home.

But fate has other ideas.

In the midst of a Norse invasion, Catriona barely escapes with her life. Masquerading as her sister, she finds herself in the hands of Finn who intends to hand her over to her sister’s betrothed, Laird Gillean. In the interests of bringing peace to her home, Catriona is determined to continue the ruse—even if it means going along with the marriage and denying her growing attraction to a man who keeps his hurts hidden behind a quick grin.

If the green faery, Tèile, has anything to do with it, Catriona and Finn will come together—but only at the right time. Thanks to her last attempt at matchmaking, many paths were changed and now it’s up to her to put it right. Can she help Finn— who learned the hard way that sharing your life with someone only leads to heartache—get past his doubts? And will the battle-scarred Catriona even accept him into her heart? When Laird Gillean’s attentions toward Catriona become dangerous, both Finn and Tèile will find they have an uphill battle on their hands.

Find out more – buy To Dream of a Highlander on Amazon.

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