October 28, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday


Thank you for taking the time to stop in and read my Six!  Please feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you think.
Here's a fun little scene where Angela wakes up after a late night car ride, and then remembers that Jake is in the dog house (and deservedly so). 

Jake returned her smile, unable to resist the need to cup her sweet face in his hand and brush his lips across hers. “We’re here, babe.”
He knew the moment she recalled the night’s events. The moment she remembered he was an ass. Her gaze turned icy.
Damn. 
I hope you enjoyed these six. You can check out other great author snippets at SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY

-Cheryl


October 26, 2012

Pear-Hazelnut Tart in a Puff-Pastry Crust

Hi, everyone. Today, I'm cooking with Angela and Jake in my new release, A MAN TO TRUST.

  Here is part of a fun little scene I think you will enjoy. The recipe can be found at the link below the scene.

What am I doing? Angela raced to the refrigerator and opened the door to test the firmness of the dough, taking time to clear her mind from the sensual daze induced by Jake’s kisses.
Heat scorched her cheeks. If the timer hadn’t gone off, would she have let him take her right there on the table? She sprinkled flour onto the counter and placed the dough on it, forming it into a square.
“Can I help?” Jake’s husky voice drifted over her sensitive nerves as he came up behind her and heat radiated from him as he positioned himself at her back.
She pushed hair from her face and reached for the rolling pin, not looking at him. She felt like a gazelle being stalked by a lion.
“No, I’ve got it, thanks.” She rolled the dough into a rectangle, before folding the short ends over the middle to make three layers. Turning the dough a quarter turn she rolled it away from her into another large rectangle.
“That looks complicated.” Jake placed an arm at each side of her, then gripped the counter and peered over her shoulder. Effectively caging her in, his warm, minty, breath feathered across her face. “Explain to me what you’re doing. I might like to make it for my son sometime.”
Her hands trembled when she folded the short ends over the middle again to make another three layers. Normally, she’d place the dough back in the refrigerator at this point for another twenty minutes, but if she worked fast enough she could skip that step. And she wanted to get this done as soon as possible and put some space between her and Jake. Afraid she would throw herself back into his arms.
She glanced over her shoulder and met his heated gaze. His eyes smoldered with banked lust. “Seriously?”
He nodded, watching her with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
She took another shaky breath and glanced back down. “Okay. It—it’s a simple recipe really. I’m making dough for Pear-Hazelnut Tarts. I’ll write it down for you.”
“That’d be great.” His body pressed up against her.
Angela gulped. “Well—well, first you prepare the dough, then you need to wrap it in plastic wrap and refrigerate for about half an hour.”
“Uh huh.” He leaned in and nuzzled her ear. “Refrigerate the dough. Got it.”
Her mind went into lockdown. Nothing but silence and sexual tension filled the room.
“I’m listening,” Jake brushed his thumb across her cheek. “Flour,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck.
“Oh.” Her body was wound tight and desire pooled in her belly, and her breasts felt heavy and aching with the need to be touched. A tremor ran through her.
She gave the dough another turn and again folded the ends over. “After you remove the dough from the refrigerator, you need to roll it flat, and shape it into a large rectangle, then fold the short ends over the middle so that it makes three layers.” She demonstrated it for him, although she didn’t really think he was paying attention.
“Right. Three layers,” he repeated. One hand slid to her stomach, tugging her closer.
Angela’s pulse raced. “Umm. Repeat this four times,” she managed to say. “The dough needs to remain firm, if not . . . if not, put it back in the refrigerator for another fifteen minutes before continuing.”
“Mmm, sounds like a lot of work.”
She gave her shoulders a little shrug to loosen his arms from around her. “Some space here, please,” she said, breathlessly.

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Pear-Hazelnut Tart in a Puff-Pastry Crust - Fine Cooking Recipes, Techniques and Tips
Source: finecooking.com
This rustic tart, with its shingled sliced pears and frangipane-like hazelnut filling, is the perfect ending to a fall meal. Making puff pastry from scratch is vastly simplified when you use this rough puff pastry technique, but you can also substitute store-bought puff pastry in a pinch



October 18, 2012

Lost My Comments




No one ever said blogging would be easy. I spent half the day trying to restore over half a year's worth of comments that I inadvertently deleted from my blog page.

Finally, I'm giving up in frustration and moving on. So, my blog posts are still there, but all the comments show 0. Ah, well, whatcha gonna do?

On a happier note, PROTECTING ROSE, is finally available in paperback at Amazon and Barnes & Noble, and the final edits are complete for, A MAN TO TRUST, and scheduled for release on October 24th. Stay tuned for some upcoming fun promotions and e-book giveaways.

October 14, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday




Thank you for taking the time to stop in and read my Six!  Please feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you think. 

Here's a little action scene from my upcoming October 24th release, A MAN TO TRUST.

Today, I'm turning up the heat a bit. Here is a scene where things start to get steamy.
 
“Jake.” Her voice was breathless.

“Yes,” he murmured against her ear. His hand slid beneath her T-shirt and up a flat silken belly, until he cupped her breast. She moaned and arched into him.

Lust nearly took him to his knees. With unsteady hands, he shoved her T-shirt up over her breasts, until he was able to lower his head and capture a plump peak through the thin fabric of her barely-there bra.

I hope you enjoyed these six. You can check out other great author snippets at SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY. 

-Cheryl