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 Mouseburger Bites along with an introduction to her Christmas novella, Food for Poe. Please join me in welcoming Mae and savor her recipe for mouseburgers as you read about her new book!
Happy Holidays! It’s great to be back on Romance Recipes with my new Christmas novella, FOOD FOR POE, a romantic paranormal, on sale now for just $.99. Many thanks to Jennifer for hosting me!
Since Poe is a cat, and the title of my book references “food” for Poe, I thought I’d share a recipe the average feline might like. Not that Poe is average. Far from it. Then again, as someone who was a cat-owner for most of my life (I’m presently “catless”) I can vouch felines rarely fall into the realm of “average.” Per my favorite cat quote:
A dog looks at you and says, “You take care of me. You must be a god.”
A cat looks at you and says, “You give me food and shelter. I must be a god.”
LOL! Isn’t that just like a cat?
With that in mind, here’s a treat from SimplyPets.com your own personal diva or demi-god might like:
3 Oz finely ground sausage or beef
2 T Oatmeal
Catnip, finely chopped
Knead ingredients together thoroughly and form into a flat oval. Broil under medium heat for 5-7 minutes, turning frequently until the outside is crisp. Wait until cool, then cut into bite-sized chunks to feed your cat.
When a blizzard strands Quinn Easterly at a handsome stranger’s house on Christmas Eve, she doesn’t realize her newly adopted cat, Poe, is the catalyst responsible for bringing them together.
Breck Lansing gave up on relationships after his wife, unable to cope with their daughter’s illness, left him. But the pretty blonde he rescues from a snowstorm has him rethinking his stance—especially when Quinn’s arrival coincides with a dramatic change in Sophie’s health.
Unfortunately, that change also attracts something only whispered about in folklore. Together, Quinn and Breck must defeat a sinister creature intent on claiming the ultimate payment.
Warning: A clever black cat, Christmas magic and paranormal trouble
Quinn’s small basket was filled with cans of Fancy Feast, brightly colored cat toys, and two metal bowls. Joy to the World had given way to Jingle Bells which was interrupted by a weather update warning that roads were swiftly becoming impassable. The announcement was followed by a broadcast message from the manager stating the store would be closing in fifteen minutes.
Quickly, Quinn tallied the items in her basket. She’d forgotten a collar. Scanning the pet supplies displayed in the aisle, she paused to finger a shiny blue strip encrusted with white stones. It would contrast beautifully against Poe’s inky fur.
“Are you taking that?” a raspy-voiced woman asked.
With a self-conscious start, Quinn turned to find a wizened face staring up at her. The woman barely topped her shoulder, a nut-brown apparition with black eyes and a narrow chin. A thick braid of slate-colored hair, bound at the end with a piece of beaded leather, dangled over her shoulder.
“It’s the last one,” the woman said with a meaningful glance for the collar.
“Oh. I didn’t mean—” Quinn withdrew her hand, feeling much like a thief stealing from the elderly.
“You moved into the cottage up on Crow Mountain.” It wasn’t a question. “The one that used to belong to Beatrice Hobbs.”
“Yes.” She titled her head. “How did you know that?”
“I hear talk.” The woman gripped her arm, steering her deeper into the aisle.
Overhead, the intercom warbled another reminder the store would be closing. Quinn barely registered the announcement, focused on the woman and the liver-spotted hand attached to her sleeve.
“Is there something you wanted?” From where she stood, she had a clear view of the front windows. The snow had grown heavier, falling in large flakes like the dust from a thousand chalk erasers. She thought of Poe huddled in the car. “I need to get home.”
“Did you take the cat from the animal shelter? The black one? It’s important you took the black one.”
“Now I remember.” An image bloomed to life in Quinn’s head. “You were there. In the background.”
The crone-like woman shrugged. “I visit and help when I can.”
“That’s nice. I like Poe a lot.”
“There’s a legend about black cats.” The woman eyed her critically, continuing as if she hadn’t spoken. “Not the witch legend or the Halloween stuff you hear as a kid.”
What an odd discussion to be having on Christmas Eve with a snow storm brewing outside. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have time to talk.” Quinn started to withdraw, then stopped. There was something in the woman’s manner that made her hesitate. The store bustled with activity, but no one drew near. Not a single person ventured into the aisle where they stood conversing over colorful plush mice, boxes of dried meal, and sparkly ribbons adorned with bells.
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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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