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olivia harden coverHello and welcome to Romance Recipes where I am happy to introduce you to a new author and a new recipe! Two of my favorite things! Today I am bringing you author, Olivia Hardin, and her recipe for Uncle James’ Favorite Oven Roasted Potatoes along with an introduction to her contemporary romance, All for Hope. Please join me in welcoming Olivia and savor her recipe for Oven Roasted Potatoes as you read about her new book! 

Uncle James’ Favorite Oven Roasted Potatoes

Uncle James may live in a manor house, but he’s still a meat and potatoes sort of man.  I imagine there are any number of “favorite foods” among the Rawley clan, but these oven roasted potatoes can go with just about anything.  Here it’s served with grilled pork chops and garlic bread.


10 to 12 tiny new potatoes (1 pound), halved

2tablespoons olive oil

2 tablespoons butter (salted or unsalted)

1/2teaspoon onion powderallforhope.oliviahardin.ovenroastedpotatos

1/4teaspoon salt (omit if using salted butter)

1/4teaspoon black pepper

1/8teaspoon paprika

1clove garlic, minced

Cavender’s Greek Seasoning (Salt Free) to taste


I made this recipe in my traditional over the first time, then I decided to give my Nesco Roaster a try.  I LOVED these potatoes in the roaster so that’s how I fix them every time now:

Turn roaster onto 350 degrees and drop 2 tablespoons butter into the bottom to melt.

In a small bowl combine oil, onion powder, salt, pepper, paprika, and garlic.

Drizzle oil mixture drizzle over potatoes, tossing to coat.

Sprinkle Cavender’s Greek Seasoning over potatoes.

Roast for 45 minutes, stirring from time to time until tender and brown on the edges.

If you don’t have a roaster, here is the traditional oven method:

Place potatoes in a greased 9x9x2-inch baking pan.

Melt 2 tablespoons butter in the microwave.

In a small bowl combine oil, butter, onion powder, salt, pepper, paprika, and garlic.

Drizzle oil mixture drizzle over potatoes, tossing to coat.

Sprinkle Cavender’s Greek Seasoning over potatoes.

Roast, uncovered, in a 325 degrees F oven for 45 minutes. Stir potatoes; bake for 10 to 20 minutes more or until potatoes are tender and brown on the edges.


To protect her heart, he left her behind. To protect her life, he’ll leave the life he’s made behind. Sometimes the safest distance between two hearts is no distance at all…

Kidnapping a baby wasn’t something Hope ever dreamed she would do. But she’s been burned by the legal system before, so when the court places her friend’s child into the custody of an abuser, she takes matters into her own hands. She steals the baby and fakes her death, hoping to make a clean getaway. She planned every detail, except one.  Her high school sweetheart and best friend, who left her years before, sees her at a gas station. Hope thinks all is lost, until he offers to help them. 

Brennan had always been the love of Hope’s life, but he never wanted to be. She knows she cannot depend on him for long. However, as each day passes, it becomes painfully obvious that she is in way over her head. She goes with him, intending to keep him always an arm’s length away to protect her heart. But being on the run together sparks the old flames that once burned between Brennan and Hope. Families, friends, and lovers must band together to save an innocent baby and a daring woman or both of their lives will be destroyed. Together, they’ll do it All for Hope.


When Brennan got back to the manor, he was surprised when he was motioned into what looked to be a game room. There was a billiards table and a huge flat screen television that appeared to be connected to multiple video game consoles. One corner held a chess set and in the other was a card table. At that table sat Hope, his uncle and the woman Margaret.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not a word, Daddy,” the plump lady insisted, thumbing through a book that was likely a dictionary.

“’Maziest’ is a word, Meg. I assure you.” The old man nodded for effect as he pointed his fingers at the Scrabble board and counted to himself.

“But I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

His uncle flashed a knowing grin at Hope, then winked at Michelle who was babbling on her lap. He chucked the little girl on the chin and wrote down his score.

Meg slammed the dictionary shut with harrumph. “It is a word!”

Hope’s laughter caught him off guard. He stopped his approach to their table and watched her. She dropped her head back as she laughed, exposing the creamy skin of her neck. A fetching rose color crept into her cheeks, then she licked her lips, still grinning. He found his gaze lingering on those lips a moment.

It was Michelle’s squealing outburst that broke the moment when the little girl saw him. She reached her arms to him and grunted to get away from Hope’s grasp.

“Bren! We’re playing Scrabble. I think your uncle intentionally chooses weird words just to perturb poor Meg.”

Brennan nodded, shoving aside the heated thoughts he’d been having and forced a smile. The light in her eyes flickered, and he could tell she could sense his discomfort. Her brows drew together in question.

Bren shook his head just a bit and reached out to caress Michelle’s cheek. “I’m just tired. Finish your game. I think I need to get cleaned up.”

“You haven’t eaten, son.” The elder man motioned him to sit in the empty seat. “There was a pot roast for dinner. If you don’t want a full meal, Lenore could make a sandwich of it.”

“Nah, I had a bite a few moments ago.” He lied, shaking his head again. “I’m good.” He turned to leave, then stopped and scratched his head a moment before pivoting back to them. “I don’t actually know where our room is.”

Hope hefted Michelle against her chest and stood. “I’ll show you. She needs to go down anyway. It’s been an exciting afternoon.”

Meg giggled. “We have two boys and they took an instant liking to her. Nichole had the best time.”

He nodded, a plastic grin still on his face. Once upstairs, he allowed Hope to see to Michelle while he took a long, hot shower. Before stepping into the tub, he scarfed down two candy bars to stave off his hunger.

When he came out of the bathroom suite some time later, he saw a small nightlight on in the connecting nursery and presumed the baby was asleep. Hope was stretched out on her back on the bed.

The king-sized bed looked huge, covered with lots of pillows and a fluffy comforter. Hope’s body was embedded into the thick down, and he thought she looked like a nymph floating on air. She bent an arm and brought it up over her eyes and he marveled at how relaxed she suddenly looked.

He realized his mistake in taking a hot shower. His blood was pounding in his veins, rekindling the earlier desire he’d felt for her.

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Olivia Hardin realized early on how strange she was to have complete movie-like character dreams as a child. Eventually she began putting those vivid dreams to paper and was rarely without her spiral notebooks full of those mental ramblings. Her forgotten vision of becoming an author was realized when she connected with a group of amazingly talented and fabulous writers who gave her lots of direction and encouragement. With a little extra push from family and friends, she hunkered down to get lost in the words. She’s also an insatiable crafter who only completes about 1 out of 5 projects, a jogger who hates to run, and is sometimes accused of being artistic, though she’s generally too much of a perfectionist to appreciate her own work. A native Texas girl, Olivia lives in the beautiful Lone Star state with her husband and their puppy Bonnie.

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