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Friday, October 9, 2020

ORIGINS by Celia Breslin



Carina’s Halloween Cocktail and Snack

Carina Tranquilli, the star of my Tranquilli Bloodline series, owns two dance clubs and has been known to mix a wicked cocktail. Here’s one of her favorites, plus a savory appetizer she likes to eat with it. Enjoy while watching your favorite spooky movies or reading a spooky tale… 

The Bloody Carina

* 1-2 oz. vodka (optional)
* 4 oz. tomato juice (Carina prefers V-8)
* ½ - 1 TBSP Worcestershire sauce (Carina makes her own!)
* dash of celery salt to taste
* pepper to taste
* Tabasco to taste
* dash of lemon juice
* twist of lemon as garnish

Pair your tasty beverage with Deviled Eggs.  

Carina likes Mary Nolan’s recipe on the Food Network

* 6 hard-boiled egg yolks (set aside egg-white halves for later)
* ¼ c mayo (Carina uses Vegenaise for an egg-free, dairy free option)
* 1 tsp vinegar
* 1 tsp yellow mustard (or to taste. More, if you like it tangy like Carina)
* 1/8 tsp salt (optional in Carina’s opinion)
* black pepper to taste
* smoke paprika for garnish

Mix. Dispense into the egg white halves. Eat!


ORIGINS
Tranquilli Bloodline
Book 3
Celia Breslin

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Champagne Book Group
Date of Publication: September 9, 2019
ISBN:  9781393477938
ASIN: B08FFCWNF2
Number of pages: 250
Word Count: 94,000
Cover Artist: Melody Pond

Tagline: The Chosen One is home. Bad little vampires beware…

Book Description:

In HAVEN & DESTINY, San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli finds love and fights her vampire family’s enemies. Now, in ORIGINS…

En route to reunite with her estranged father in Italy, Carina is kidnapped by a human organization intent on vampire genocide. Beaten, starved, and forced to fight fellow captives, she finally manages to escape. Along the way, she encounters the group’s leaders—their identities shock her to the core.

Once home, Carina warns her family of this new threat, but dear old dad is missing. In his absence, the Tribunal, the governing body for all vampirekind, lies in disarray, with an old enemy making a bid for her father’s throne. What’s worse? The usurper wants her for his queen…and slave.

With a human-vampire war looming on one side and a vampire-vampire battle brewing on the other, Carina will have to rally her troops, take back the throne, and fulfill her destiny as the Chosen One. If not, her whole world will fall, taking everyone she loves with it.

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Excerpt:

The car stopped. […] I couldn’t convince myself to step out. […] What if this was a freaking, injection-induced hallucination? What if I was still back in the damn prison?

Besnik helped me out. […]

The mansion’s mammoth double doors eased open. The man illuminated in the doorway chased away the numbness, pumped my heart so hard it might pound right out of my chest. He opened his arms wide, calling me. My lips curled upward in the first true smile I’d cracked since the last time he’d held me in his arms. That man, my man, loved me more than any other on this whole damn planet.

“Alexander.”

I ran to him.

Alexander’s arms closed around me, his hold so tight I could barely catch a breath. Tremors ran through his hard body, again and again.

“Carina,” he croaked, voice sandpaper rough. “Carina.”

Nuzzling his neck, I planted fevered kisses along his tan, heated skin. He’d fed recently to be this warm under my lips. Temptation had me licking his pounding pulse, nipping at the vein. Couldn’t resist it. My fangs slid home.

Energy exploded between us, our mate bond bursting to life and tearing away whatever magical wall had separated us for far too long. My bite, the catalyst, his blood the cure. Awash in the force of our reunion, Alexander staggered then clutched me closer while I pulled out of his neck and laved the rapidly healing holes.

As our power continued to bubble and stitch us back together, he whisked us into the grand entryway, planted my ass on an ornate, antique cabinet, and devoured my mouth like a starving man. His hands roamed everywhere, searching, cataloguing, as if to reassure himself this wasn’t a hallucination, that I was really here, in his arms, relatively unharmed.

The more he kissed me, the more those wonderful, golden threads of our connection resurrected inside me, around me, between us, and I felt like freaking Sleeping Beauty awakened from her magical slumber by a kiss from her fated handsome prince. The silly thought made me giggle against Alexander’s seeking mouth, and then I was crying while my love cupped my face between his hands, wiped away my tears with his thumbs, and pressed tender kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose…

“Alexander.” I fisted his shirt tight. Please, God, let him be real. “I… I don’t want to wake up.” Please, don’t let this end.

His smoky blue eyes bored into mine, his brown hair spiked in every direction, a bit longer than in my memory. It’s not a dream, baby. You’re here. You’re home.

Oh my God, I can hear you. I swiped some willful bits of hair away from his forehead, touched his full lips, ran my fingers along his strong jaw, taking in the whole handsome, bad-boy package. You’re back in my head. I’d never been happier to have someone inside my mind. Silence was seriously overrated.

And back in your arms.

About the Author:


Celia lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for werewolves, vampires, the Fae, and warrior-class angels. Her stories are action-packed and typically include one of the many varieties of romantic entanglements: fated mates, second chance, rescue romance, opposites attract, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, and more.

When not writing, you’ll find Celia exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies, as well as everything in the Marvel Universe franchise.












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Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Maggie’s Starring Role by Emily Mims


Granny Johnson’s Turkey Dressing and
Gravy

This recipe is a treasured one
from my childhood. We would gather at my grandmother’s home on Christmas Eve,
nearly forty of us some years, and this would be on the menu every year, along
with a big turkey and candied sweet potatoes and everyone’s favorite side dish.
One of my proudest accomplishments is learning to make it just like Granny did.
The recipe is admittedly complicated, but the end result is more than worth it!

(1)     Two pans or baking sheets of homemade biscuits. Any homemade
biscuits will work.

(2)     Three recipes of buttermilk cornbread below.  (Two if just the 6 of you.)

4 tablespoons vegetable oil

2 cups yellow or white cornmeal

2 tablespoons flour

3 teaspoons baking powder

½ tsp baking soda

½ tsp salt

2 cups buttermilk or something
like ½ and ½ if your bunch doesn’t like buttermilk

2 large eggs

Heat oil in 10 inch cast iron
pan, pie pan, or whatever in a 450 degree oven for 15 minutes.  Combine cornmeal, flour, baking powder, soda
and salt. Mix and make a well in center. 
Add buttermilk and eggs and pour into skillet or pie pan.  Bake 20-30 minutes or until golden. (The time
kind of depends on the oven.  Just watch
and don’t let it burn.)

(3)     Dressing itself.

Cornbread and biscuit mixture
described below

10-15 eggs, fewer if 2 recipes,
more if 3

1-2 cups onions, fewer if 2
recipes, more if 3

Salt to taste

Rubbed sage to taste-I usually
end up using most or all of a jar so buy 2.
Whatever turkey juice collects in
the bottom of the pan-I always add water to the bottom of the pan to get more
juice.  If the turkey juice is loaded
with butter, so much the better.

LOTS of chicken broth-I’ve seen
the time that, with three recipes, I’ve used almost a gallon of broth.  The cornbread and biscuits soak up the fluid
like crazy.  This may seem like a lot,
but that’s what makes it moist and creamy. 
Too little and it will be dry.  
Don’t try to do this with the little cans-buy several cartons.  Better yet, make your own.  I collect chicken parts for several weeks-the
skin and bones of breasts or the backs and innards of whole chickens or both
and boil them for several hours.  It’s
way cheaper to make your own.  If you do
buy the cartons, be careful about the amount of salt you add as those are
frequently salty already.

Cuisinart biscuits and
cornbread.  Mix in a 3 cornbread/2
biscuit ratio by volume until cornbread is gone. (Eat rest of biscuits for
breakfast.)  Cut up and boil onions until
they are soft and clear.  Add onions and
cooking broth.  Add eggs.  Add turkey juice and chicken broth until
downright wet and it stirs easily.  Add
salt (carefully if using prepared chicken broth) and sage to taste.   (Note-at this point if it grew in the pan
and you have a lot more than you think you can use, freeze part of it to bake
later.)  Bake in large, deep baking
dishes like Corningware or a Dutch oven. 
(It will dry out in a cake pan.) 
I usually cover mine so it stays moist. 
Cook 1 ½ hours or until set throughout but you can and should stir it
occasionally so it cooks evenly and doesn’t get hard along the sides of the
pan.  If it starts to dry out add more
broth.

Please, please cook this
separately from the turkey itself.  With
this many eggs, I worry about it not getting up to temperature in the cavity of
the turkey.

I usually make the cornbread and
biscuits the day before so they can cool completely before I run them through
the Cuisinart.

You will need a HUGE mixing bowl
to do this.  My mixing bowls are those
great big metal ones that are actually wider than my sink.  Treat yourself to one if you don’t have one.

Gravy

Innards and neck from turkey

½ cup of flour

Two boiled eggs

Some turkey broth from turkey if
desired

Salt

Boil the innards from the turkey
in 1 or two cups of water.  Keep adding
water for an hour or two until you have the goodness from the turkey parts.

Brown the flour in the oven 13-20
minutes until it’s light brown.

When dinner is close, remove the
innards and the neck.  If desired, chop
the liver, gizzard, etc. and return to the broth.  Add the flour and stir until it reaches the
consistency you desire.  You can also add
a little of the broth from the turkey itself to add a bit more flavor.  Add salt but do it carefully as some of the
ingredients already have salt in them. 
Slice the boiled eggs and add to the gravy.

Note: This can be cut down to one
cornbread recipe, one sheet of biscuits, 5 eggs, ¾ cup onion plus whatever
broth is needed for a smaller dinner.  I
made it last night to go with a baked chicken and used the juice from the
chicken along with the broth.  It was
good but did suffer some from not having the actual turkey juices.







Maggie’s Starring Role

Durango St. Theatre Series

Book Two


Emily Mims




Genre:  Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Company

Date of Publication:  Sept. 23, 2019

ISBN: ISBN 978-1-951055-16-5

Number of pages:  198
Word Count: 68,000

Cover Artist: Boroughs Art Department

Tagline: It’s all about the money, honey.

Book Description:

Maggie Gutierrez’s job is to keep the Durango Street Theatre afloat financially. In other words, she spends her days sticking her hand in people’s pockets in the hopes of pulling out cash. Well, euphemistically.

The Harrington Foundation grant would go a long way to ensuring the theater’s continued survival, but the administrator of the grant is the guy she used to crush on in a big way, and the last time they saw each other…let’s say things didn’t go so well. As in, he blames her for his father’s death.

Soooo…what’s a girl to do? Anything she can to get that grant, including spending time with him, which takes them down a road that might just lead to a forever neither envisioned.

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Excerpt:

She settled into
her desk chair and Kirby sat down across from her. “So are there any questions
I can answer for you?” she asked, cursing the faint flush she could feel on her
cheeks. She wasn’t sure if it was from wanting to impress him on the theater’s
behalf or Kirby himself.
“No. Not a one.”
He leaned forward with an unreadable expression. “Don’t get your hopes up about
the grant. The only reason I came today was because the Rileys insisted. I have
no intention of letting those people award their grant to the Durango.” She
caught a smirk starting to cross his face before he schooled it into impassivity.
The rustling
coming from the other office stopped. Maggie willed herself not to look up at
the gap at the top of the temporary wall. “May I ask why? Don’t we meet the
parameters of the grant?” she asked, feigning confusion.
“Actually, you
do. If things were different, I would be happy to see them award the grant to
the theater. But with things the way they are, I intend to see that they send
the grant another direction. I’m sure you understand.”
Maggie’s heart
sank as she looked at him. So the grant was lost because of his antipathy
toward her. He really was going to take his anger with her out on the whole
theater. Damn him, she thought hotly. He was a prick. Some things never change.
The grant might be gone, but he wasn’t going to get away with a stunt like
this. She’d be damned if she let him walk out the door with no repercussions.
He was going to explain himself to everyone at the Durango and the chips could
fall where they may. She had nothing to lose. “No, I’m afraid I don’t
understand. If we meet the parameters of the grant, why are you so determined
that it go elsewhere?”
“Because of your
association with the theater,” he said, his voice calm and his expression cold.
“I absolutely refuse to work with you. You are directly responsible for my
father’s death and I will not work with you, have anything to do with you, or
award the grant to the theater that employs you.”
“So let me be
clear. You’re mad at me, so you’re willing to take it out on everyone here at
the Durango, despite the wonderful proposal, and even though we meet the
parameters and need the money desperately. Do I have that right?”
“I wouldn’t have
put it that way, but yes. You have that right.” He leaned forward. “Karma’s a
bitch, isn’t she?”
“Oh dear. I am
so disappointed.” She leaned forward so that they were barely a foot apart.
“Especially since your old friend Josh Goldstein, who’s my boss and the
executive director of the theater, assured me you’d be fair despite your
feelings toward me. Why, he sat in that office next door, the one he’s sitting
in right now eavesdropping on this entire conversation, and said you weren’t
the kind to take out your feelings about me on the theater.” She looked up and
raised her voice. “Did you hear all that, Josh? Guess you were wrong. He
doesn’t plan to play fair.”
“Yes, I heard
every damned word,” Josh yelled.
“I did, too,”
Rachel shouted from her office two doors down.
“So did I,” a
deep voice piped up from the lobby.
Kirby’s face
morphed from a vindictive smirk to unmasked horror. “You…you knew they were
listening,” he gasped. “You knew they’d hear every word.”
“They needed
to.” Maggie regarded him steadily. “You’re breaking faith with the Rileys and
you’re breaking faith with us. I told you yesterday we both needed to behave in
a professional manner. Instead you decided to use the grant as a weapon to pay
me back for something in our past that you hold against me. You’re being unfair
to the Durango and you’re being unfair to the Rileys. Somebody needs to know.
Hopefully someone who will inform the Rileys of your duplicity.”
Kirby opened his
mouth but glanced up and closed it again. He muttered something under his
breath as he stood up and yanked the door open, slamming it behind him.
Maggie leaned
her elbows on the desk and put her chin in her hands. That had been sneaky, but
damn it, Kirby had no right to punish the theater because he was mad at her.
They deserved a fair shake, and if that meant getting Kirby in trouble for
admitting he was using the grant as a weapon, so be it. She giggled as the sound
of raised voices filtered into her office. Good. Josh was giving Kirby a
deserved ration of shit. And if she wasn’t mistaken, the voice she’d heard in
the lobby was none other than Wade Baxter. The Rileys’ grandson. She smirked
even as she rubbed her aching temples.


Yes, Kirby,
Karma can be a bitch.


About the Author:

Author of nearly forty romance novels, Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write fulltime. The mother of two sons, she and her husband split their time between their home in San Antonio and a second home on Lake Buchanan, and make frequent trips to Tennessee to visit their grandchildren. For fun, she plays the piano, organ and dulcimer, and plays her ukulele and sings in two different performing groups. She says, “I love to write romances because I believe in them. Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman-if she’ll just let it.”

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Tranquilli Bloodline Series by Celia Breslin


Celia’s Holiday Caramel Candy

I love to share this recipe every
year for the December holidays. We have my Grandma Eddie to thank for this
classic treat. Enjoy!

1 can Eagle Brand Sweetened
Condensed Milk
2 cups white sugar
2 cups white Karo Syrup
1 stick of butter (1/4 lb.)
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract

Mix together the first three
ingredients (milk, sugar, syrup) in a large bowl.
Melt the butter in a large heavy
kettle, pour in the mixture and bring to a boil.
Stir continuously while mixture
boils until it reaches the temperature of 245 degrees Fahrenheit on a candy
thermometer (can take up to 25 minutes).

Note: If mixture overcooks, candy
gets too hard.

Once the 245 degree temperature
is reached, remove kettle from stove.
Stir in 1/2 teaspoon of vanilla
extract, then pour mixture onto a large buttered cookie sheet or flat pan.

Allow to cool.

When cool, cut candy into squares
and wrap in plastic wrap or waxed paper.
And try not to eat them all
before you do! Makes a delicious holiday gift!








HAVEN
Tranquilli Bloodline

Book One
Celia Breslin

Genre:  urban fantasy, paranormal romance

Publisher: Champagne Book Group

Date of Publication:  July 2, 2013

ISBN: 9781927454862
ASIN: B07XTDGHRZ 

Number of pages:  372
Word Count: 174K

Cover Artist: Melody Pond

Tagline: Chosen by destiny. Bonded by blood.

Book Description:

San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli works hard, plays hard, and never allows the death of her parents and her twelve-year memory gap to get her down. But her life takes a left turn when a witch attacks her on her twenty-fifth birthday.

Three hauntingly familiar vampires emerge to reveal she possesses a latent power. To protect her from their enemies, they admit to wiping her memories clean and abandoning her as a child, but now they need her help. As she struggles to evade her new protectors and even newer enemies, she meets Alexander, an enigmatic, undead musician. Insta-attraction flares, leaving her wanting more.

With evil’s minions hounding her every move, and everything she thought she knew turned on its head, Carina must harness her burgeoning power, unravel her vampire family’s web of deceit, and fight to keep the love of her life...without getting killed in the process.

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Excerpt
Haven:



Alexander plastered me against
the side of his car and slanted his lips over mine. Time stopped. My fucking
heart stopped, then thundered so loud in my ears I thought the world exploded
around us. This is what I’d missed, what I craved. This man, these lips. I
groaned. His tongue swept over my lips demanding entrance and I caved, allowing
him in. He growled, a hungry, sexy as sin growl as his tongue plundered my
mouth, taking, tasting, demanding ownership all over again. I let him, taking
all he had to give.

DESTINY
Tranquilli Bloodline
Book Two
Celia Breslin

Genre:  urban fantasy, paranormal romance

Publisher: Champagne Book Group

Date of Publication:  November 3, 2014

ISBN: 978-1-77155-164-9
ASIN: B00O6A77FG

Number of pages:  234
Word Count: 74K

Cover Artist: Melody Pond

Tagline:  Blackmailed. Betrayed. Sometimes destiny sucks.

Book Description:

In HAVEN, San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli survives a vicious attack by her vampire family’s longtime archenemies. Several weeks later, as she struggles with PTSD and survivor’s guilt, supervillain Dixon resurfaces and kidnaps two of her best friends. To save them, Carina must comply with the evil bastard’s unusual demands. The kicker? She must tell no one what she is up to.

Meanwhile, she has a new dance club to open for the preternatural community, a fated soul mate acting secretive and distant, and a sexy, new, undead friend who’d love to take Alexander’s place in her heart and bed.

Blackmailed, betrayed, tempted…sometimes destiny has a wicked sense of humor.

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Excerpt
Destiny:



Alexander plastered me against
the side of his car and slanted his lips over mine. Time stopped. My fucking
heart stopped, then thundered so loud in my ears I thought the world exploded
around us. This is what I’d missed, what I craved. This man, these lips. I groaned.
His tongue swept over my lips demanding entrance and I caved, allowing him in.
He growled, a hungry, sexy as sin growl as his tongue plundered my mouth,
taking, tasting, demanding ownership all over again. I let him, taking all he
had to give.
  
ORIGINS
Tranquilli Bloodline
Book 3
Celia Breslin

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Champagne Book Group

Date of Publication: September 22, 2019

Number of pages: 250
Word Count: 94,000

ASIN: B07Y8R94Z5

Cover Artist: Melody Pond

Tagline: The Chosen One is home. Bad little vampires beware…

Book Description:

In HAVEN and DESTINY, San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli finds love and fights her vampire family’s enemies. Now, in ORIGINS…

En route to reunite with her estranged father in Italy, Carina is kidnapped by a human organization intent on vampire genocide. Beaten, starved, and forced to fight fellow captives, she finally manages to escape. Along the way, she encounters the group’s leaders—their identities shock her to the core.

Once home, Carina warns her family of this new threat, but dear old dad is missing. In his absence, the Tribunal, the governing body for all vampirekind, lies in disarray, with an old enemy making a bid for her father’s throne. What’s worse? The usurper wants her for his queen…and slave.

With a human-vampire war looming on one side and a vampire-vampire battle brewing on the other, Carina will have to rally her troops, take back the throne, and fulfill her destiny as the Chosen One. If not, her whole world will fall, taking everyone she loves with it.

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Excerpt
Origins:

The car stopped.
I couldn’t convince myself to step out. What if this was a freaking,
injection-induced hallucination? What if I was still back in the damn prison?
Besnik helped me
out.
The mansion’s
mammoth double doors eased open. The man illuminated in the doorway chased away
the numbness, pumped my heart so hard it might pound right out of my chest. He
opened his arms wide, calling me. My lips curled upward in the first true smile
I’d cracked since the last time he’d held me in his arms. That man, my man,
loved me more than any other on this whole damn planet.
“Alexander.”
I ran to him.
Alexander’s arms
closed around me, his hold so tight I could barely catch a breath. Tremors ran
through his hard body, again and again.
“Carina,” he
croaked, voice sandpaper rough. “Carina.”
Nuzzling his
neck, I planted fevered kisses along his tan, heated skin. He’d fed recently to
be this warm under my lips. Temptation had me licking his pounding pulse,
nipping at the vein. Couldn’t resist it. My fangs slid home.
Energy exploded
between us, our mate bond bursting to life and tearing away whatever magical
wall had separated us for far too long. My bite, the catalyst, his blood the
cure. Awash in the force of our reunion, Alexander staggered then clutched me
closer while I pulled out of his neck and laved the rapidly healing holes.
As our power
continued to bubble and stitch us back together, he whisked us into the grand
entryway, planted my ass on an ornate, antique cabinet, and devoured my mouth
like a starving man. His hands roamed everywhere, searching, cataloguing, as if
to reassure himself this wasn’t a hallucination, that I was really here, in his
arms, relatively unharmed.
The more he
kissed me, the more those wonderful, golden threads of our connection
resurrected inside me, around me, between us, and I felt like freaking Sleeping
Beauty awakened from her magical slumber by a kiss from her fated handsome
prince. The silly thought made me giggle against Alexander’s seeking mouth, and
then I was crying while my love cupped my face between his hands, wiped away my
tears with his thumbs, and pressed tender kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, the
tip of my nose…
“Alexander.” I
fisted his shirt tight. Please, God, let him be real. “I… I don’t want to wake
up.” Please, don’t let this end.
His smoky blue
eyes bored into mine, his brown hair spiked in every direction, a bit longer
than in my memory. It’s not a dream, baby. You’re here. You’re home.
Oh my God, I can
hear you. I swiped some willful bits of hair away from his forehead, touched
his full lips, ran my fingers along his strong jaw, taking in the whole
handsome, bad-boy package. You’re back in my head. I’d never been happier to
have someone inside my mind. Silence was seriously overrated.
And back in your
arms.



































About the Author:


Celia lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for werewolves, vampires, and the Fae. Her stories are action-packed and typically include one of the many varieties of romantic entanglements: fated mates, second chance, rescue romance, opposites attract, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, and more.

When not writing, you’ll find Celia exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies, as well as everything in the Marvel Universe franchise. Of course!
                                        
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