Hello and welcome to Romance Recipes! Every Thursday and Friday I will introduce you to a new author and a new recipe! Two of my favorite things! This week I am bringing you author, Teresa Blue,and her recipe for Coney Island Hotdog Sauce along with an introduction to her light contemporary, Man of Her Dreams. Please join me in welcoming Teresa and savor her recipe for Coney Island Hotdog Sauce as you read about her new book!
Coney Island Hotdog Sauce
1 lb. ground beef
2 med. Onions (chopped)
½ tsp. garlic powder
1 tsp. white vinegar
2 Tbsp. chili powder
1/8 tsp. red pepper flakes
1/8 tsp. cumin
1 tsp. salt
A dash of Worcestershire sauce
Small can tomato paste
1 cup water
Brown the ground beef; drain. Run it through a food processor for that fine texture. Add diced onions. In a small Dutch oven combine all the ingredients and simmer 2-3 hours.
During the last thirty minutes, add your hotdogs. Serve with soft bun, onions and cheese.
Leslie Stone stumbles upon her fiancé cheating with the maid of honor just days before her wedding. Determined to put distance between them, she heads to the family’s cabin in Sleeping Falls, Michigan. Unfortunately, her car barely hit the city limits before breaking down. And with no money for repairs, the scrolling marquee above the biker bar advertising a mechanical bull riding contest seems like a perfect solution.
Jay Westfield learned at an early age to avoid women who chase the limelight. After all, his mother had been the star attraction in Harvey’s Traveling show. The minute Leslie clears the door in cut-offs and skimpy tank top, things heat up. She’s on a mission and he wants no part of it. The last thing he expects is the attraction he feels seeing her on the back of Old Iron.
Add in a squeezy rag doll named Mr. Jingles, the colorful antics of newfound friend, and the renowned tarot-card reader Madame Luella. Leslie’s about to discover in order to find the man of her dreams she must be willing to believe in magic.
Jay turned and his eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. “You’re really nosy, you know that?” His finger trailed up her arm, raising the flesh with tiny bumps.
Despite the chills his touch created, her blood heated and she was pretty close to hyperventilating. The back of her neck became sweaty and her heart thumped. Slowly she raised her hands to his chest, but not to push him away. No, sir. The urge to touch him was overwhelming, became a need, and she softly traced her fingertips across his chest.
“I know. It’s a curse I inherited from my family. I told you they’re terrible. I can’t help it, Jay.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. “A few hours ago you were cussing me royally and now I get this sweet reception. All for what, a couple of cookies? Or for rescuing you from your family?”
Leslie wanted to close her eyes and allow herself a few moments to soak in the masculine feel of bare skin, still damp from the shower. The curls covering his chest caused her nipples to tighten. “You don’t know them. They smother a person. I swear my mom makes it a personal mission to see that everyone is happy.”
“Some people might mistake that concern as love.”
Jay’s breath was minty and warm, his hands slid over her butt and he drew her even closer.
“Maybe,” she whispered. “But sometimes it’s too much.”
“Uh huh.” Her mind was dumbfounded; the sexual sensations vibrating from his warm body dulled every coherent thought. “I was planning to have a good time.”
“One can always hope,” he said, and lowered his mouth to hers. His hands forked through her hair as his tongue darted inside her mouth. He tasted sweet like Oreos and she fanned her hands across his back, massaging firm shoulders.
They’d backed against the mattress and she fell with him across the bed. Jay’s hand slid beneath her shirt, his fingers beneath her bra. He peered into her eyes waiting for an objection. When none came, he rolled her onto her back.
In one slow movement he lowered his head and traced each breast with the tip of his tongue. Heat from his breath on her skin sent her blood racing. Her nipples tightened as chills raced along her stomach. Warmth spread between her legs. Jay pushed her shirt higher, until it touched her chin and his hair brushed her face as he caressed her body. His hands kneaded her breasts, first one then the other as he cupped each one tenderly and flicked his tongue.
“Jay,” she breathed. “I… um… this isn’t a good idea.”
“Finally,” he whispered. “Something we agree on.”
“My family’s right next door and could come over any minute.”
His lips nipped at the corners of her mouth. “And why would they do that?”
A loud rapping sounded on the screen door.
“Yo! Les? You in there?”
Her face turned quickly toward the bedroom doorway which fortunately could not be seen from the kitchen. “Why, he asks?” she said, her voice a low murmur. “Like they need a reason.”
Published with Crimson Romance under the pen name TERESA BLUE, I’ve always had my nose buried in a book and remember the day I was awarded my first library card. I went faithfully on Saturdays checking out my limit. And for awhile reading was enough, until the day it wasn’t. For whatever reason, I picked up a pen and just wrote. And I’ve been at it ever since.
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Author page: Teresa Blue
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