I’m excited to be here at Whipped Cream this week. If I’m not writing or reading, you’ll likely find me in the kitchen trying out a new recipe or baking up sweet treats. I have a deep and abiding love for food. I think eating a really good chocolate cake is one of the most erotic experiences anyone can have. Therefore, it should come as no surprise that as I get to know my characters one of the first things I ask them is what they like to eat.
These details don’t always make it into my books, but I can’t really understand a man until I know what I would cook for him if he came to dinner at my house. So each day this week, I’ll be sharing a little about one of my heroes and a dinner I would make for him.
Silvia’s Bacon Burgers
To 1lb of ground beef, add approximately 1t garlic powder, 1T Worchestershire sauce, ½ tsp cayenne pepper. Divide into four patties and grill until desired level of doneness. When almost done, add thick slices of cheddar. Top with caramelized onions, crispy bacon and anything else you like.
Thick Cut Oven Fries
Preheat over to 450. Slice four Russet potatoes lengthwise until you have 8 wedges from each potato. Spread on a foil lined baking sheet. Drizzle olive oil over them. Then sprinkle them with salt, pepper, and garlic powder. Toss until all the wedges are well coated. Cook until tender, shaking the pan every 15 minutes to prevent them from sticking. They’ll cook approximately 40 minutes.
The Best Blueberry Pie
2 cups flour
1/2 tsp salt
pinch of baking powder
10T cold butter, cut in cubes
8T ice water with a touch of lemon juice
Mix flour, salt, baking powder. Rub in half the butter by hand. Use pastry blender to mix in the rest of the butter until pieces are the size of peas. Do not overmix. Add water and mix with a fork. Turn out on a cutting board or other hard surface. Split in half and form into two flattened disks. Refrigerate for at least 3 hours or up to 2 days.
4 cups blueberries
1.5 T cornstarch
1.5 T instant tapioca
1/2 cup sugar
Mix sugar, cornstarch and tapioca. Pour over fruit and mix together, tossing lightly.
Roll out one chilled crust. Fit into a 9in pie pan. Pour in filling. Roll out top crust. Cut vents. Put top crust on pie. Bake at 425F for 15 minutes. Reduce heat to 350F and cook up to 45 minutes more or until filling is bubbling in center of pie.
Excerpt from Sex on the Hoof http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1629
I’m Jason Fleetfoot. I’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life. The stupidest of all was taking a job with some assholes intent on manufacturing illegal chemical weapons.
My sister, Natalie, lost her job when her company folded, and I lost mine because my fucking boss was a bastard. I’ve got authority issues. And control issues. Alright, I’m seriously fucked up, but I wasn’t going to let my sister starve because I couldn’t keep it together.
So I made a deal with the devil and damn near got myself and Natalie killed. She saved me, she and her cop boyfriend, Wolf. The name’s not a joke. He’s a werewolf. Did I mention we’re shifters, Natalie and I. Deer shifters. If you think my human form is impressive, you should see me as a ten point buck. So yeah, a werewolf and a deer shifter. Somehow they’re making it work.
As much as I hate being beholden to Wolf, I wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for him. Once the cops cleared me, Wolf helped me get a job in the crime lab where I can use my knowledge of chemistry and computers for the good guys.
As the newest hire, I work nights, babysitting the equipment and working on what comes in during the wee hours. For the most part, I like it. It’s quiet and I get a chance to play around with new techniques and do a bit of programming. There’s only one problem, Detective Drew Danvers.
He works nights too. Not because he’s new, because he’s a God-damned vampire. They say he was Changed against his will. But what the hell was he doing picking up a vampire at a bar? I certainly have no intention of fucking a vampire. No matter how damn fuckable Drew is. Yeah, I like men, what of it? And Drew is a fine specimen of a man, like some Viking warrior. He’s at least 6’3” with sculpted arms and pecs that make him look like he could lift a truck one-handed. Considering he’s a vamp, he probably can.
Getting involved with Drew would be stupid on too many levels to count. And I’m finished with making stupid decisions. So why does my body want so desperately to be impaled on him – his cock, his fangs, anything he’d like to stick in me. Natalie’s right, my dick really doesn’t communicate with my brain. I don’t just want to fuck him, I want to be taken by him, and I never want that. Like I said, I have control issues. But with Drew . . . No, there’s never going to be anything with Drew.
I hear the buzz that signals someone entering the lab. I glance around from behind the mass spec machine. Shit! Speak of the devil or in this case his undead minion.
My pride will not let me hide even though I want to. I’m not afraid of him, even if I should be. I’m just afraid my unruly cock will give away my interest.
His gaze slides up and down my body. He’s looked at me like this before. But I have never been sure whether it’s sexual interest or him salivating over me like I’m a piece of the lush chocolate cake my grandma used to make on Sundays. “You alone in here, Fleetfoot?”
Shit, maybe he does mean to make a meal out of me. No point in lying though. He probably already knows the answer. Aren’t vampires supposed to be damn near omnipotent? “Newton called in sick, and everyone else is out in the field.
“Good.” Danvers smiles, still eyeing me like I’m prey. If I was in deer form I’d bolt, white tail flagging danger. But I’m a man and his ice blue gaze has me glued to the spot. God above, he’s gorgeous when he smiles. My cock is starting to get uncomfortable in my jeans.
My heart pounds as I try to interpret his response. Does he mean “good I’m going to give you to the best fuck of your life” or “good I’m going to drain your blood and leave you for dead”.