Hello 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, Mae Clair, and her recipe for Ghostly Pizza along with an introduction to her romantic suspense/mystery, Myth and Magic. Please join me in welcoming Mae and savor her recipe for Ghostly Pizza as you read about her new book!
It’s great to be back on Romance Recipes with my newest release, MYTH AND MAGIC, a romantic suspense/mystery. Many thanks to Jennifer for hosting me!
Although the book has just released, the story is set during October and features a strong Halloween theme. As a result, I wanted to share a “spooky” recipe with you. Also an easy one, because I’m not noted for my skills in the kitchen, LOL.
Although many people make their own pizza dough, I normally buy flatbread. I really like Stonefire’s Tandoor Baked Nan, which is perfect for a personal-size pizza. With two per pack, everyone gets to top the way they like. Stonefire also makes pizza crust, but I’m addicted to their flatbread. To create a “Ghostly Pizza” you’ll need:
1 Stonefire’s Authentic Flatbread—Tandoor Baked Naan (or pizza crust or dough)
Fresh Mozzarella (sliced) Black Olives (finely chopped)
Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.
Spread marinara sauce over the flatbread or pizza crust (as much or as little as you prefer).
Using a ghost-shaped cookie cutter, cut out a number of ghost shapes from the sliced mozzarella.
Place ghosts on top of the sauce.
Use the finely chopped olives to make eyes and noses on the heads of the ghosts.
Bake directly on oven rack for approximately 6-8 minutes or until cheese is melted.
AS CHILDREN THEY PLAYED GAMES OF MYTH AND MAGIC…
Veronica Kent fell in love with Caith Breckwood when they were children. As a teenager, she was certain he was the man she was destined to marry. But a traumatic event from Caith’s past led him to fear a future together. He left Veronica, hoping to save her from a terrible fate. Twelve years later, Caith, now a P.I., is hired to investigate bizarre incidents at the secluded retreat Veronica manages. Returning to his hometown, Caith is forced to face his nightmares—and his feelings for the woman he’s always loved.
THEN ONE DAY THE MONSTERS BECAME REAL.
After the callous way Caith broke her heart, Veronica isn’t thrilled to see him again. But strange occurrences have taken a dangerous toll on business at Stone Willow Lodge. Forced to work together, Veronica discovers it isn’t ghostly apparitions that frighten her, but her passion for a man she has never forgotten. Or forgiven. Can two people with a tarnished past unearth a magical future?
Veronica’s eyes dropped to her desk calendar. The anniversary of Trask’s death was fast approaching. Halloween. What might have been different if he’d lived? If they’d all grown up together, unscathed by tragedy? Caith might never have made the choices that drove them apart.
The phone rang a second time.
Thinking it was Melanie, Veronica snatched up the handset. “Hey, I thought you were going to let me get back to my budget reports?”
“Go to the lobby,” a man’s voice said.
“Go to the lobby,” the unfamiliar voice repeated. “I left something in the fireplace.”
Click. The line went dead.
Suddenly uneasy, Veronica suppressed a chill. The familiar creaks and groans of the old lodge had stopped, replaced by unnatural stillness. She felt trapped, confined behind her desk, a target for a faceless assailant lurking outside. The hair prickled on the nape of her neck, sending a string of goose bumps racing down her arms. Crossing to the door, she held her breath then paused on the threshold, listening for telltale signs of intrusion. She’d always enjoyed the lodge’s remote location, tucked in the woods of northwestern Pennsylvania, but at the moment wished it weren’t so isolated. She couldn’t hear anything over the frightened thumping of her heart.
Some creep’s playing a game. He probably saw Kelly’s article and thought it would be fun to scare me.
It was working.
Before the incident with the dog, Alma Kreider, Stone Willow’s cook, had sworn she’d seen the ghost of Warren Barrister standing on the basement stairs. Veronica had heard eerie sobbing during a routine check of the vacant third floor two days earlier. Whether the occurrences were supernatural or contrived, they were mounting and unquestionably spooky.
Forcing herself to stay calm, she crept down the hallway, her tread light by nature. As a child, Merlin had compared her to a fairy queen, saying she looked the part with honey-kissed hair and green eyes. They’d been enraptured by myth and magic in those days, unaware there were real monsters in the world. Monsters like the men who’d murdered Trask and destroyed Caith’s life.
Shaking the memories aside, she stepped into the lobby. All looked as it should be. The back of the check-in desk was visible, webbed in patches of velvety shadow. Towering glass windows hugged a cathedral ceiling, crisscrossed by thick wooden beams. Scattered rugs in earthy shades of russet, cinnamon, and pebble gray added warmth to the wide-plank pine floors. A fire crackled in the massive mountain stone hearth. Lew Walden, the lodge’s caretaker, must have kindled it earlier. By habit, he’d return later to ensure it was out before retiring to his cottage at the southwest corner of the property.
I left something in the fireplace, the caller had said.
Veronica hugged close the collar of her bulky green sweater and padded across the waxed floor in stocking feet. She was still several feet away when her mind processed the sight.
A charred, cracked lump, broken by knobby protrusions of white, burned on top of the stacked logs. Something popped with the sound of cooking meat.
Choking on terror, she stumbled backward with a scream.
A severed human hand was swaddled within the dancing flames.
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Mae Clair opened a Pandora’s Box of characters when she was a child and never looked back. Her father, an artist who tinkered with writing, encouraged her to create make-believe worlds by spinning tales of far-off places on summer nights beneath the stars.
Mae loves creating character-driven fiction in settings that vary from contemporary to mythical. Wherever her pen takes her, she flavors her stories with conflict, romance and elements of mystery. Married to her high school sweetheart, she lives in Pennsylvania and is passionate about writing, old photographs, a good Maine lobster tail and cats.
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