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, Bobbi Lerman, and her recipe for Berry Cream Cheese Stuffed French Toast along with an introduction to her holiday anthology/paranormal time travel romance, Season of Surprises. Please join me in welcoming Bobbi and savor her recipe for Berry Cream Cheese Stuffed French Toast as you read about her new book!
Berry Cream Cheese Stuffed French Toast
- 4 thick slices of french bread (about 2 inches each)
- 8 oz cream cheese
- ¼ cup berry syrup or jam
- 3 large eggs
- ¼ cup milk
- Cut your french bread loaf into thick slices.
- Cut a thick incision down the middle of each slice of bread, but don’t have it go all the way through to the bottom or to each side.
- Combine cream cheese and berry syrup in a medium sized bowl.
- Divide cream cheese evenly into each piece of bread, stuffing it into the middle.
- Preheat a griddle or nonstick pan over medium high heat. Spray with nonstick spray.
- Combine your eggs and milk in a large flat bowl.
- Dip each slice of bread into the egg mixture and let soak for a few seconds.
- Repeat on both sides of the bread and with all the slices of bread.
- Place onto preheated griddle or pan and cook for about 3-4 minutes on each side of the bread. Flip over and cook on both sides. Remove from griddle and serve hot topped with powdered sugar, more berry syrup or even fresh berries.
Accused of theft, Amy Beale flees a New Year’s party and the detective determined to arrest her. An accident sends her traveling back in time for one last chance to clear her name and find her fate in a love that transcends time and space.
Amy turned and sped off, weaving her way through the crowd before Charlotte could stop her. All she needed now was for her overly romantic friend to suggest they help her find the man who held the glass matching hers.
She was almost to the doors leading back out to the foyer when the strange sensation washed over her again. Someone was definitely watching her.
Amy slowed her pace, pretending to look at the decorations and people dancing, all the while searching the room. This was not her imagination, and despite what Charlotte would have told her, she wasn’t being paranoid. She watched the band for a few minutes and then slowly turned to find a pair of cold, gray eyes fixed on her.
She knew his face and his familiar, unforgiving expression. She should. Detective Fiore appeared constantly in her nightmares. Amy froze, her stomach rolling with a nauseating despair. What she dreaded most was about to happen, and worse yet, her humiliation would be public. She should have never left her apartment; there wouldn’t have been witnesses to her arrest there.
She wasn’t about to let him clap her in handcuffs here. Damn him, couldn’t he have waited until after the New Year? She wanted to scream at him and to those all around her that she wasn’t guilty, that she had done nothing wrong except to trust a man she thought loved her. Too bad no one other than Charlotte believed her.
“Okay, calm down,” she whispered to herself. “He’s not close enough yet, and there are a lot of people between us.” If she could just get outside, maybe she could get away.
Detective Fiore hadn’t approached her. His eyes followed her, as if daring her to make the first move.
Well, she wouldn’t disappoint him. When the band’s song ended there would be a lot of people coming off of the dance floor. She’d make a run for it then.
Amy listened as the last notes faded away. More people than she could have hoped for began to move about, looking for vacant chairs and waiters to pour drinks, or readying for the next dance. With so much interference between them, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
Glancing over to make sure the detective had not moved, Amy took a deep breath and spun, making a dash through the crowd behind.
“Excuse me,” she mumbled as she collided with a woman, nearly knocking her down.
“What on earth!” the woman gasped.
“Miss Beale!” Amy recognized the detective’s voice. She tried to right herself and the fur-clad woman she held onto.
“What do you think you are doing?” the woman sputtered.
“I’m so sorry.” Amy watched Detective Fiore hurry toward her. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated, then stumbled away, turning her right ankle as she ran.
She had to get out. Wincing from the pain shooting up her leg she concentrated on reaching the exit. Her vision blurred from the sweat running down her forehead.
“Miss Beale! Stop!”
Her hand was on the front door when she heard him again. Amy took a quick glance over her shoulder. He was almost upon her. Pulling the heavy door open, she shook her head at him, barely able to see him through her tears as she fled into the dark and cold.
The shock of the frigid air took her breath away. Amy felt her heart hammering against her chest as she sprinted down the stairs.
“Wait!” the detective shouted.
A few more steps and she’d be free. There was an empty taxi at the curb directly in front of her. She looked back again only to find the detective right behind her, reaching, about to grab her arm.
Amy jerked her arm away just as her foot landed on the sidewalk and slid across a patch of ice. There was a loud crackle and crunch beneath her, and then she was flying, her legs flailing in the air. She screamed, her voice echoing through the last night of the year.
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Bobbi Lerman’s love for writing began at a young age when she would spend her afternoons crafting short stories about her extended family in the three family home she grew up in and about life in the North Shore. She is a member of the Romance Writer’s of America and NEC (New England Chapter of Romance Writer’s of America)
Through the years, Bobbi’s writing has evolved to cover a multitude of topics, from travel essays for blogs such as Wanderlust Woman, View from the Pier to historical romance. Today she is currently working on a medieval romance set in the early fourteenth century of Scotland.
A self proclaimed “muse locator,” Bobbi has been running workshops for over fifteen years aimed at helping writers unblock, find their voice and inspiration. She founded Scribbler’s Ink, an active online community and website offering interview with authors, writing tips, workshops and daily prompts.
When she isn’t writing or workshopping, Bobbi loves to travel and visit her daughter, son in law and granddaughter in Vermont as much as possible. Today she and her husband make their home in Nahant.
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As s special treat, Roberta is giving away $10 Starbucks Gift card to one lucky person who leaves a comment naming your favorite holiday movie! So cool!
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