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CrashingIntoLove_HRHello 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, Deb Julienne, and her recipe for Fudge along with an introduction to her romantic comedy, A Splash of Romance (part of the Crashing Into Love anthology). Please join me in welcoming Deb and savor her recipe for fudge as you read about her new book!

When it comes to fudge, this is the best recipe I’ve ever tasted. There is one downfall, it doesn’t last. I usually end up making 3 batches per season just for my family.


2 packages, milk chocolate chips (12 oz. each)   1 packages, semisweet chocolate chips (12 oz. each)

2 jars marshmallow cream (7 oz. each), milk chocolate chips (12 oz. each)   2/3 cup Saint Brendan’s® Irish Cream LiqueurIMG_2148

2 cups chopped nuts (Walnuts or Pecans)

4-1/2 cups sugar 1 can evaporated milk (12 oz.) ½ lb. butter

Line a 10” x 15” pan with foil and grease lightly with butter.

Combine chocolate chips, marshmallow cream, Saint Brendan’s® and nuts in a large bowl and set aside.

Combine sugar, evaporated milk, and butter in a medium, heavy saucepan and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and cook for 11 minutes, stirring constantly.

Pour milk mixture over chocolate chip mixture and stir slowly by hand. Pour into prepared pan. Chill until set.


Hannah Parks just started her bucket list…the trauma nurse on her way to a symposium at the Sister Kenny Rehabilitation Institute. She just started her bucket list and a plane crash definitely wasn’t on it.

Oliver Lawson’s divorce is final and he’s looking to start over. A tropical island, a gorgeous woman, and romance is one thing, getting there as a result of a crash landing…who knew a plane crash would lead to romance?


Hannah Parks slept blissfully dreaming about the sexy Vegas act, Thunder Down Under, and how they compared to her many fantasies of American cowboys. She was jostled awake when her body jerked, and the left side of her head connected with the window. Her eyelids shot open. Loud voices, screams, and total chaos ensued. Her stomach clenched when the plane dropped.

She didn’t dare release her two-handed clutch on the arm rests, despite the need to rub her head. Her stomach did back-flips then tried a jump shot to her throat while the rest of her insides liquefied. She swallowed to keep from throwing up. Had her heart just stop?

The plane lurched again drawing even more screams. If not for the seatbelt, she’d have scraped her head on the overhead bin. The plane jolted then shuddered hard to the right, enough for the overhead compartment across the aisle to bounce open. A Yankee ball cap landed on her lap and a bag bounced off her boss’ head and onto the cabin floor.

“Relax—just some turbulence.” Dr. Anthony Peterson covered her hand and squeezed.

“Oh yeah? What else did I miss?” Hannah tried to hide her nervousness in bit of humor.

Before Tony could respond, Erica Marklin, the Australian flight attendant they met when they boarded came on the PA system.

“You’re attention pl-please.” The attendant’s voice faltered with another drop in elevation. She swallowed loud enough to be heard through the PA system then with all the professionalism of someone trained for such emergencies, she pasted on a brave face for the passengers in the front rows of first class. “The Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign. We are experiencing extreme turbulence. Please stay in your seat, make sure your seat is in the upright position and your seatbelts are fastened. Your seatbelt should be worn low and tight across your lap. Thank you.”

Seated in the second row, Hannah shivered as Erica struggled to slip the mic back in its slot then tucked an errant strand of hair back in her bun and adjusted her red scarf back into the V of her midnight blue uniform. That last dip in elevation had taken a toll on the flight attendant’s composure.

“Looks like the storm shifted and we’re headed straight into it.” Tony pointed out the window beside her.

Hannah’s gaze followed the direction of his hand. Lightning struck. The cobalt skies flashed a kaleidoscope of various shades of blue and grey with blue-white discharges sending spidery veins reaching in every direction.

“One thou—” The interior lights flickered. She didn’t even get to one when the plane shook as if the ancient Gods were using it in a raucous game of catch. Another heart-stopping drop drew even more screams.

Hannah peered over her seat and spied Erica skittering to secure the galley before walking down the aisle to batten down first class.

“We’re in for a bumpy ride.” Tony leaned across her to look out the window again.

She swiveled her head, there was nothing but dark angry skies. When she turned back his expression changed. The lights dimmed. She wanted to ask what he saw, but Erica’s announcement cut her short.

“The lights have been dimmed. Please stay calm and remain in your seats until the fasten seatbelt sign is turned off.”

The light show outside her window continued. Each discharge grew longer and farther reaching and the percussive peals rocked the vessel like a roller coaster out of control.

The day started out great. No wind, not a cloud in the sunny skies when they departed from LAX on Flight QF409 bound for Sydney, Australia.

Now, her so-called opportunity of a lifetime had turned into just that, but at no time did she ever dream her life would be cut short on account of the weather?


One of the other attendants headed down the aisle and grabbed the overhead compartment for balance when the plane bobbed and shimmied. Her lips thinned, her chin trembled, and her eyes rimmed with tears. The pretty blonde picked up the fallen debris and put it back into the overhead compartment, securing it, giving Hannah a half-smile before she moved on.

Tony offered a hand to lend support, but the woman rushed past them.

The plane continued to bounce and shake. Every time lighting struck a boom of thunder would rock the plane, foundering it as if the controls no longer worked.

Buy the Book:

Crashing into Love: A Splash of Romance: http://www.amazon.com/Crashing-into-Love-Daryl-Devore-ebook/dp/B00ZSXMZ02/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Sex, Lies, and Beauty Aids: http://www.amazon.com/Sex-Lies-Beauty-Aids-Julienne/dp/1616507624/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1434144250&sr=8-1&keywords=deb+julienne&pebp=1434144254162&perid=407D992A09E34F2DA28A

Sex, Secrets, & Happily Ever Afters: http://www.amazon.com/Secrets-Happily-Afters-Twisted-Sisters-ebook/dp/B00TNBLYW0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1434144250&sr=8-2&keywords=deb+julienne&pebp=1434144294290&perid=407D992A09E34F2DA28A

Meet Deb:

While some say truth is stranger than fiction, my experiences run more along the lines of a slap-stick comedy. I make my own Limoncello…enough said. Joking aside, my dream of being published came true on 3/3/2014 with the release of my first book, SEX, LIES, AND BEAUTY AIDS, a romantic comedy. After the day job with a major computer corporation fills her day, and playing in the yard with her grandkids, and in the kitchen concocting award-winning jams, jellies, preserves, and sauces (with alcohol of course). Born and raised in San Jose, California, she now resides in her own little bit of heaven in the Sierra Tahoe National Forest Basin, with her husband of 33 years, their three sons and one daughter, and two very precious grandkids, and a third on the way.

Connect with Deb:





Twitter: @debjulienne



As s special treat, Deb is giving away an e-book copy of the anthology and one Sex, Lies, and Beauty Aids to one lucky commenter. So be sure to include your EMAIL so Deb can contact you if you win. (Email will not be used for spam or any other purpose other than to notify the winner).

Thank you for joining us for another Romance Recipes! I hope you’ll stop by next week to meet another author, try a new recipe and pick up a new book!