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, Daryl Devore, and her recipe for Thai Chicken and Rice along with an introduction to her erotic romance, What Happens in Bangkok. Please join me in welcoming Daryl and savor her recipe for Thai Chicken and Rice as you read about her new book!
Super happy to be on the fabulous Jennifer Lowery’s blog. I brought along my latest and a bit of an exotic recipe.
Thai Chicken and Rice
1 c soy sauce
6 cloves garlic minced (you can add up to 8)
1 tbsp fresh grated ginger root
2 tbsp Thai Sweet Chili Sauce (if you prefer more heat Sriracha Sauce)
2 lbs skinless, boneless chicken thighs
Cooking oil (preferably sesame oil but vegetable oil will do)
1 tbsp brown sugar
1 onion – sliced
½ c water
4 tbsp peanut butter (smooth or crunchy)
Cilantro to garnish (if you like it)
In a large bowl, mix the soy sauce, garlic, ginger and Thai Sweet Chili sauce. Place chicken in the bowl – coat evenly. Cover and marinate in the fridge for 1 hr.
Heat the oil in a Dutch oven over medium high heat. Add the brown sugar, stir until dissolved. Add the onion and stir fry for 5 minutes. Add the chicken and sauté for 5 minutes, turning to brown evenly. Pour in marinade, add the water and bring to a boil.
Cook rice- whatever your favourite rice and favourite method. Mine – 1 c Jasmine Rice – 2 cups and a bit of water. Boil the water. Add salt, a generous dab of butter and rice. Stir once. Put cover on put. Turn heat to low. Keep an eye it doesn’t get too dry – 15 to 20 mins.
Back to chicken – Reduce heat to low and simmer for 15 to 20 minutes. Add the peanut butter, stirring well, and simmer for 10 more minutes. Transfer rice to platter, pour chicken over rice – garnish with cilantro and dig in.
To save Darien’s life his brother asks, “Can you walk in high heels?”
Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.
Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he’s running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.
Disguised as a drag queen, he’s hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.
Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?
Darien rubbed his thumb against his palm. The flesh burned where Erika’s hand had pressed against his. Her soft pink lips, not painted with lipstick, screamed at him to kiss her. A trace of some flower’s fragrance tickled his nose, burning into his memory. Her eyes captivated him. They were the unusual color of fog, with hints of blue. They weren’t electric, but had a serene glow about them. He fought the urge, threatening to swell. He couldn’t blow his cover.
If he wanted to live, he had to become Apollo. It was the same as performing–Darien Scott, the rock star versus Darien, the guy who liked to play baseball. Now he just had to add Apollo, the makeup-wearing, sequin-covered, high-heeled drag queen. How hard could that be?
Had to be a hell of a lot easier than dying.
He rubbed the back of his neck. Grammy award winning rock star to anonymous drag queen. Who’d have guessed life would have shifted in that direction?
While watching Brian organize the others on stage, he edged closer to Sandee and nudged his shoulder. “What’s the boss lady’s story?”
“She runs the place and has a heart that’s way too big. She loves us like sisters.”
Sandee shook his head. “Nope.”
Darien stifled a smile. “Ugly story?”
“You’ll catch me up.”
Brian scratched his chin. “If we move Ra-chell back, then Apollo can slide in her spot.”
Sandee chuckled. “Watch your back, Apollo. Ra-chell is Queen Bitch and that’s on a good day.”
“Who’s gonna tell her?” Stewart held his hands up in a so-not-me gesture.
Darien ignored their banter as he cast his focus back to where Erika sat. A tall, black-haired, uber-thin, expensively dressed Asian male loomed over her. Her body language screamed uncomfortable.
“Uh…Brian.” Darien turned. “I’m just not understanding what you want me to do. I’m gonna go in the audience and y’all walk through the routine so I can get a visual. Sorry. Probably just jet-lagged.”
Darien scooted through the wings and out the stage manager’s door, leading him to the audience. He wandered through the tables with upturned chairs resting on them, never once looking in Erika’s direction. He positioned himself a few feet to the left of Erika and the stranger. Hooking his thumbs in his pockets, Darien glanced at the stage.
Sandee released a short whistle, tossed his chest out and placed his wrists on his hips. Darien glanced around the club. The huge disco balls hanging from the ceiling were dark. Around the audience area were tables and off to the sides, big booths for patrons to sit at. The walls were covered with some bizarre animal print. Cheetah or something. Darien shrugged. He tried to hear the conversation between the man and Erika, but he was just out of range. He moved a few paces to the right.
Sandee released a sharper whistle.
“Sandee.” Irritation filled Brian’s voice. “Why are you doing that?”
With a dramatic drag queen sigh of frustration, Sandee, again, threw out his chest and flung the back of his wrists against his waist.
Oh, shit. He’s signaling me. More drag queen. Darien transferred his weight onto one hip, rested a hand on his waist and tilted his head, as if intently watching what was happening on stage, while keeping his focus toward Erika.
“Why would he be here?” She sounded angry.
The other’s tone condescendingly smooth. “Why wouldn’t he? Your Madonna has boasted quite often that they are brothers.”
Shit. He’s talking about me. And he knows Brian’s my brother. Fuck. Darien’s fight or flight instinct tried to kick in. Don’t move. Freeze. Be cool. You survived yesterday. You can get out of this. He shifted his position so he could watch what happened out of the corner of his eye.
“I have no idea if that’s true, but he’s not here. Don’t you think I’d notice if Darien Scott were in my club? Where’s he gonna hide?” She waved her hands around, then pointed at the stage. “Madonna―Brian’s – right there. Surely he’d be with his brother if he was in trouble. But no, he’s here with the others, working the new guy into the show.”
After a moment’s silence, she continued, “My kitchen staff’ll be here in twenty minutes, but I doubt he’s going to try and hide as a chef. Or a pot scrubber. Now.” She paused as a chair scraped across the floor. “I need to get back to my job.”
“Who’s the new one?” The sleazy tone of the man’s voice nudged Darien’s urge to throw up.
Darien counted to ten, then took a step forward. “Brian, love―”
A cold hand touched his arm.
Buy the Book:
Pre-order link – http://www.extasybooks.com/what-happens-in-bangkok/
Daryl Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe across the back acres and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flew high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.
Connect with Daryl:
Twitter – http://twitter.com/daryldevore
GoodReads Author Page – http://www.goodreads.com/DarylDevore
Amazon Author Page – http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004TJ1354
LinkedIn – ca.linkedin.com/pub/daryl-devore/58/b42/792/
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