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, Dawn Marie Hamilton, and her recipe for Sangria Pops along with an introduction to her paranormal romance, Sea Panther. Please join me in welcoming Dawn and savor her recipe for Sangria Pops as you read about her new book!
Dawn Marie Hamilton ~ Sangria Pops
It’s June and the temperature is rising. Robert, Sea Panther’s hero. loves wine and whiskey. As a vampire shifter, he can’t tolerate human food and spirits without getting ill, but that doesn’t stop him from indulging. His lady, Kimberly, also enjoys wine. Perhaps she could serve him these sangria pops. They were a big hit at my nephew’s wedding rehearsal picnic.
24 small 3-ounce plastic cups
24 wood craft sticks
1 orange, thinly sliced
1 lime, thinly sliced
2 kiwis, peeled and thinly sliced
½ cup red grapes
½ cup green grapes
½ cups strawberries, stems removed and thinly sliced
For red sangria pops:
¾ cup merlot
1¼ cups orange juice
1 tablespoon powdered sugar
For white sangria pops:
¾ cup sauvignon blanc
1 cup white grape juice
¼ cup mango mixer
1. Arrange cups on a baking sheet and place a few pieces of different fruits in each one. (We left the rind on the citrus fruit. Although I liked it, some of the guests suggested removing it next time.)
2. In one pitcher, combine merlot and orange juice with powdered sugar and stir. In another pitcher, combine sauvignon blanc and white grape juice with mango mixer and stir.
3. Fill 12 of the cups with red wine mixture and 12 with white wine mixture. Cover each cup with a square of aluminum foil. Prick a hole in the middle of the foil with the tip of a sharp knife and insert a craft stick into each cup.
4. Freeze cups for at least four hours, cut cups off pops, and serve. Make a couple extra with orange juice for the kids. Group dynamic at the picnic: The men preferred red pops and the women selected white. Note: You can find the craft sticks at the local craft store. Modified from original recipe: On a Stick! by Matt Armendariz.
Can love mend a fractured soul?
After evading arrest for Jacobite activities, Scottish nobleman Robert MacLachlan turns privateer. A Caribbean Voodoo priestess curses him to an eternal existence as a vampire shifter torn between the dual natures of a Florida panther and an immortal blood-thirsting man. For centuries, he seeks to reverse the black magic whilst maintaining his honor. Cruising the twenty-first century Atlantic, he becomes shorthanded to sail his 90-foot yacht, Sea Panther. The last thing he wants is a female crewmember and the call of her blood.
Although she swore never to sail again after her father died in a sailing accident, Kimberly Scot answers the captain’s crew wanted ad to escape a hit man. She’s lost everything, her fiancé, her job, and most of her money, along with money belonging to her ex-clients. A taste of Kimberly’s blood convinces Robert she is the one woman who can claim the panther’s heart. To break the curse, they travel back in time to where it all began—Jamaica 1715
He needed to be wary of this dangerous woman. He couldn’t hire her—have her near him, night after night, for the entire duration of a cruise. Too great would be temptation.
Robert studied her tall, slim form. She appeared elegant even though casually dressed. Soft chocolate eyes peered from a sculpted ivory face framed by shoulder-length curly brown hair. His gaze fed on lush lips that begged for passionate kisses.
When a pink tongue darted out and moistened those lips, every muscle in his body clenched. Fire raced through his veins. He was lost.
He couldn’t allow it. He strengthened his resolve. “Please, have a seat,” he reluctantly offered.
Her eyes glimmered with recognition, and she smiled. “Captain MacLachlan?”
“Aye.” Robert waved toward a chair. “Sit.”
He clenched his jaw. Was it his voice that sounded so gruff? Just as well, he didn’t want to give encouragement.
She dropped into the chair. A perplexed expression played on perfect features.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“I…I’m sorry.” She jumped up and reached out a hand. “Kimberly Scot.”
“Robert MacLachlan, Captain of Sea Panther.”
He hesitated before shaking her hand. Would her touch produce the same effect as on their last meeting? He tightened control on the vampire and the panther, and grasped the slender hand.
Her eyes widened.
He yanked his arm away and extinguished the unwanted flame of lust hardening his loins. This woman meant trouble.
“Sit,” he barked.
Though her hands trembled, she did as directed.
He trembled too. Needing time to rein in the chaotic emotions, he poured wine into two goblets from the bottle on the wet bar. He handed her one, careful not to make physical contact again. “I own this establishment. The wine is excellent.”
“Thank you,” she said and accepted the glass.
He grunted. God, he was being rude.
He paced a few feet away. Far enough not to reach for her. The lingering sensation from their brief handshake made him edgy. The pulse at her neck called to the vampire. The panther, demanding his mate, fought against bonds to which Robert tethered the animal. Robert forced control. “You want to crew on Sea Panther?”
Uncertainty flickered in her eyes. Was she afraid?
Aye. He smelled trepidation. Although it was best she fear him, the thought didn’t sit well. A strong need to protect his mate blasted his frontal lobe. Damn panther.
She held his stare. Finally, she answered, “Yes.”
“Why do you want to crew for me?”
“I need a job.”
Dark brows rose in a graceful arch. “Do you?”
“What experience do you have?”
“I sailed with my father when I was a teenager.”
Robert ignored the pinch in his chest and slid his gaze over her too-slim form. He lingered on the curve of her breasts before gradually directing his gaze higher, satisfied when she blushed. “Not to be insulting, but you haven’t been a teenager for a long time.”
The angry tilt of her chin exposed the sweet, soft, tempting length of her throat. His fangs punched through his gums, and he labored to concentrate.
“My father was Jimmy Scot. I’m sure you’ve heard of him.”
Indeed. Fast Jimmy had won more international yacht races than any of his contemporaries. Why did his daughter seek a job on Sea Panther? Although the lass wore quality garments, Colin believed she struggled without resources.
“When was the last time you sailed?”
“Before my father died.” She pinned him with an irritated look. “Listen, I need a job, and I’m a good sailor.”
Sea Panther needed another hand. No one else had applied. Robert sighed, feeling cornered. Hadn’t she heard the rumors about him? Didn’t she believe the stories as all the others did? The lass must be in a dire situation if there was no one to turn to other than him.
She held his gaze and waited for a response. Her imploring brown eyes slashed his defenses. Robert didn’t want to give in. He should send her away.
He retreated to the other side of the room and sat on the red leather sofa. With one leg crossed over the other knee, he tried to appear unaffected by her presence. He observed her while morosely pretending to sip from the goblet of wine, wishing the crystal glass contained her blood.
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Dawn Marie Hamilton dares you to dream. She is a 2013 RWA® Golden Heart® Finalist who pens Scottish-inspired fantasy and paranormal romance. Some of her tales are rife with mischief-making faeries, brownies, and other fae creatures. More tormented souls—shape shifters, vampires, and maybe a zombie or two—stalk across the pages of other stories. She is a member of The Golden Network, Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal, Celtic Hearts, and From the Heart chapters of RWA. When not writing, she’s cooking, gardening, or paddling the local creeks of Southern Maryland with her husband.
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