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The Lost Queen

By Angel Lawson

 

When Liam Caldwell’s plane makes an emergency landing at Nomad Airlines, Nadya is quick on the scene to help. Her family has managed the airport for generations and Liam is one of their most important pilots. Things shift for Liam and Nadya when he’s pulled from the plane after an emergency landing, bleeding and injured. To her surprise, no one, including her father, seems too concerned about his health or what happened. Liam disappears before 911 shows up, piquing Nadya’s interest, so much that she follows him home. This decision ignites a dormant connection between Nadya and Liam, one that spans from this world to another.

The Lost Queen is a four part series to be released weekly beginning in March.

 

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Wow, what an incredible year 2014 was.

I published three books–three.

         

Compare this to 2013, when I published zero books and even the thought of publishing one made me practically break out into hives.

So it’s been a great year. I felt so welcomed and encouraged by so many people. It’d be impossible to list them all, but if you downloaded or read one of my books this year, THANK YOU. You made 2014 one of the best years of my life.

And if you did read one of my books, would you give me the greatest gift a reader can give an author and please post a review? It doesn’t matter where it is. It doesn’t matter if it’s not five stars. It doesn’t matter if you hated it. I know some authors don’t read reviews, but I read every single one. Very often I will agree the most with the three or four star reviews that give good critical and constructive feedback. That’s what helps make me a better author. And if there’s something that I want to be, it’s a better author–for me, but mostly for you.

But enough of looking back on the past. What will 2015 bring us?

I’m getting married this year (in September). So that is pretty exciting.

Here we are at the last Steelers game of the year, while we were on the east coast visiting our families for Christmas.

It was FREEZING and I had the worst cold in collective memory, so forgive my looking a bit like death.

But what you really want to know about is what’s in the writing works, right?

Of course.

Obviously (and even more obviously if you’ve read Getting Lucky), there will be a third and final book in the Portland Pioneers series. It’s tentatively titled Luck be a Lady and it’s heroine is none other than the reporter everyone loves to hate–Tabitha King.

At least nobody can accuse me of going the easy route. Sigh.

I also have another novel planned that’s very different than the Portland Pioneers series. It’s not titled yet, and it’s little more than a mental outline and a whole bunch of rambling, but I’m super excited about it. Genre is a cross between romance, magical realism, fantasy and paranormal. Should be pretty interesting.

Again, thank you for such a wonderful 2014 and cheers to 2015!

 

 

GETTING LUCKY IS NOW AVAILABLE!

I’m so excited to finally release the second book in the Portland Pioneers series, GETTING LUCKY.

HE MIGHT HAVE STRUCK OUT…

Noah Fox’s life is changing. Ever since he was hit in the head by a pitch, nothing has been the same. Fighting daily headaches and the growing fear that his baseball career is over, Noah goes in search of the woman who once loved and left him.

BUT HE REFUSES TO STOP SWINGING.

What he finds in the tiny town of Sand Point is nothing he could have ever expected. A trained chef and a certified “foodie,” Maggie May King has been perfectly content to devote the last three years of her life to running her baby, the Sand Point Café. Noah’s never met anyone less awed by his good looks or his celebrity, and even though she’s the last person he should be befriending, he finds himself seduced by Maggie’s sweetness and her even sweeter orange rolls.

BEHIND THE STORY:

When I published The Lucky Charm, all I had of Getting Lucky was the setup of Noah Fox’s injury and a wild, crazy idea that maybe the last person he should be interested turns out to be the ONLY person he’s interested in.

What can I say? Apparently I love making things difficult for myself.

By the way, that will totally be written on my tombstone: “Beth: making things difficult for herself since 1984.”

I also made the crazy, ambitious choice to try to write this book in four months. Yes, I know some people write like four books in four months. Unfortunately I own this whole other business and I don’t think my clients would have been very happy if I disappeared into my writing cave. I don’t think my fiance would be very happy either.

I’ve talked about some of the struggles I had writing The Lucky Charm, which in all its iterations took me about 2 and a half years to finish. So four months was pretty ambitious. My worst fear was getting to the end of the draft and realizing it all had to be different.

But guess what! You learn so much writing your first book. So many, many things to avoid. So many things you keep saying to yourself, “I wish I’d done this differently.” Getting Lucky was my opportunity to make good on the learning experience, and this book practically wrote itself.

Noah was so fun to delve into–a little bit more melancholy at first than he was in The Lucky Charm–and Maggie May was a breath of fresh air. I didn’t actually end up putting this in the book, but Maggie May’s mom is definitely a huge Rod Stewart fan, and yes, that is where she got her name!

An Excerpt from GETTING LUCKY:

Noah Fox was practically holding a press conference in her Café. Apparently word had spread overnight that a famous baseball player had arrived in Sand Point and this was apparently the most exciting thing anyone had experienced in years, because the awed expressions on everyone’s faces was just plain sickening.

Unsurprisingly, he was eating up the attention, smiling and laughing like he was just like them, but he wasn’t, Maggie inwardly raged. She stomped right up to his stupid, hot self and poked him hard in the arm. She resolutely ignored how firm and muscley his biceps felt.

“I hear you’d like to talk to me,” she said when he turned to her.

“Oh, Maggie. Just the woman I wanted to see,” he said with so much transparent delight she wanted to smack it right off that ridiculously handsome face. No man should look that good, she thought rebelliously, it was unfair to the rest of the mortal world.

“My office,” she spit out, and walked off, weaving between the tables and slack-jawed customers, not even bothering to glance behind to see if he’d followed her.

He was in Tabitha’s thrall, and Maggie was apparently the only way he could find her; of course he’d follow.

They reached the office and she gestured him inside and shut the door behind her. It was only at that moment, looking up at him, thinking, god, he’s so tall, that she realized she’d made a slight miscalculation.

The office was so small, there was barely room for her desk and a single chair, with the built-in shelves towering over her desk, but Noah was definitely not a small guy. He filled the open space so completely, Maggie pressed her back to the door and still felt nearly overwhelmed by his over-sized presence.

Shit.

But she couldn’t back down now by opening the door and moving this meeting to another location. That would be tantamount to admitting he got to her and he really didn’t. She wasn’t as weak-willed and superficial as the rest of Sand Point—or her sister—was.

“You have time to talk to Tabitha last night?” Noah asked with nearly as much transparent eagerness as Hannah had displayed earlier.

Maggie shook her head sharply. She really didn’t want to go into why she’d been so distracted either. Even though this Noah Fox presented himself as everyone’s super genial friend, he was still a complete stranger.

“Oh,” Noah replied, ducking his head down low, a faint flush of embarrassment on his cheeks, and for the second time, she saw the depth of the darkness in his eyes. And didn’t it intrigue her more this time than it did before? Maggie cut off that thinking hard and sharp. She was not going to forget what Hannah had said before she’d been forced to interrupt her search for a repair.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” Maggie said more than a little testily. “Or what you’re saying.”

His disarming smile was practically a master class in innocent charm. When he folded those muscled arms against his firm chest, she had to remind herself yet again that he was a huge jerk.

“I don’t appreciate you going around talking about me that way,” Maggie repeated. “We’re not involved. You’re here to find Tabitha.”

His white teeth flashed against that tan skin again. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Maggie’s temper roiled. This was probably how he lived his whole stupid, privileged life—going around doing whatever the hell he wanted, and blasting women with that goddamn smile when his trail got too messy and he had to clean up a bit. “Buddy,” she bit off, “you do not want to fuck around with me today. It’s been a spectacularly awful twenty four hours, and I really can’t take your bullshit right now. So cut the crap and stop making people think I’m why you’re here.”

“What’s happened? I hope it wasn’t me that made things tough on you.” He had the nerve to look genuinely concerned.

Maggie grimaced. “Hardly. You’re not so high on my priority list that you showing up in my town ruins my life. If we want to start with this morning, my exhaust fan wouldn’t turn on and Cal, who could normally fix it in a heartbeat, won’t answer his phone because he’s probably mad at me. And now I’m going to have to spend money I don’t have on a repair.”

She hated the sympathy in his stupid face. “I could take a look at it for you,” he offered and it was such a nice thought she actually stopped herself from rolling her eyes again. She could be difficult sometimes, but she prided herself on not being an ungrateful bitch.

“That’s really not necessary. You wouldn’t know what to look for.”

Noah shoved his hands in his pockets and Maggie resolutely ignored the way the muscles and tendons of his arms flexed at the movement. “I’m actually pretty handy with stuff like that,” he said softly and so unassumingly she never would have guessed he was the same show-off who’d dealt out smiles and genial handshakes in the dining room only five minutes ago.

It was proof of just how close Maggie was to the end of her rope that she considered the idea. It wasn’t like he could do much harm, right? He’d really only be marking time until Cal decided to stop pouting.

“Sure, why not,” she finally said, leaving out her silent assumption that he couldn’t break it worse than it was already broken.

“And, for the record,” he said genially, “I never told Hannah anything. She made her own assumptions.”

Maggie suddenly remembered she was supposed to be furious with him. The ability to disarm women was probably another one of the many tricks he had up his sleeve. “Hannah isn’t prone to vast exaggeration,” Maggie insisted, “some exaggeration, yes, but not making up stories out of thin air.”

In the approximately fifteen minutes they’d spent in each other’s company, she’d never seen him look uncomfortable, but he did now. “I might have hinted a little,” he allowed. “But she was so. . .determined to flirt. And I don’t do that.”

“Anymore,” Maggie added helpfully.

He shot her a look like she was crazy, and it was a testament to how bizarre the last day had been that Maggie actually preferred that look to the panty-melting smile he usually employed.

“I mean,” she added, “that you don’t do that anymore.”

He was beginning to look downright disgruntled and Maggie was secretly—or maybe not so secretly—thrilled at this. He was cute mad. Maybe even cuter than when he was trying to be so hot all the time. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he practically grunted.

“You said you don’t do that. But look at you.” She gestured absently in his general direction but she’d forgotten how cramped the office was, and her fingers brushed the soft fabric of his t-shirt and the firm stomach muscles beneath it. Snatching back her hand, she glanced up at him, ready to apologize for nearly groping him, but the sudden heat in his eyes caught her off-guard.

Maggie knew she should reach behind her, open the door and stop this conversation right now. She didn’t, though, and the only reason she could figure was it had been so long since a guy looked at her with that soft, almost reluctant attraction, even though she knew he was only looking because she faintly resembled her elder sister. She’d needed something all day to cleanse her palate of Cal’s ridiculous flirting, and Noah seemed made-to-order.

“Look at me?” he asked. “What about you? Are you so ugly that nobody could ever imagine you flirting?”

Maggie knew she wasn’t ugly. She also wasn’t her sister. “Hardly.”

“Hardly,” he chuckled, “Not quite how I’d put it, but I guess that works.”

               

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Beth Bolden lives in Portland,Oregon with one cat and one fiance. She wholly believes in Keeping Portland Weird, but wishes she didn’t have to make the yearly pilgrimage up to Seattle to watch her Boston Red Sox play baseball. After graduating from university with a degree in English, Beth unsurprisingly had no idea what to do with her life, and spent the next few years working for a medical equipment supplier, a technology company, and an accounting firm. Now Beth runs her own business as a Girl Friday for small business owners, assisting them with administration, bookkeeping and their general sanity. Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope springs eternal.

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Last but not least, the Orange Marmalade Rolls from Getting Lucky. This recipe is a little more complicated than the others, and unfortunately does require following the directions rather more carefully than the Caprese Pasta Salad or the Potato Leek Soup. I also didn’t come up with this one–I had a lot of influence from The Pioneer Woman‘s recipe. Go check it out and make sure you use it for reference!

Here’s just one of the snippets that feature Maggie’s Orange Marmalade Rolls–it was really hard to pick just one!

First, we’re going to make the cinnamon roll dough. Here is the Pioneer Woman’s recipe for her dough.

I actually halved this recipe and still ended up with three very full pie pans full of orange marmalade rolls. If you are making these as gifts (which is a great idea), you could easily make the whole recipe. I’ve never tried freezing at any point in this recipe, but I’m sure you could. My freezer is way too full to even contemplate this idea

Start with a large pot. Definitely make sure it’s big enough if you are making the full recipe.

We start with milk. Pioneer Woman recommends whole milk.

Add in vegetable oil and sugar and bring to just below a simmer. Don’t be like me and accidentally let it boil for like five minutes. Though the good news is if you’re a total dumbass like me and do do that, your rolls won’t taste any worse for the wear. Mine were perfectly fine!

Let the temperature of the milk mixture come down until it’s just warm–not hot. Then add your yeast.

Make sure you use the right kind. So many of my baking experiments have been derailed by the wrong kind of yeast. Basically, what I’m saying again is don’t be like me.

Add the entire packet of yeast to the milk mixture–or two packets, if you’re making a whole recipe instead of a half.

Let the yeast sit for a few minutes and get all happy.

Then add the flour.

Mix together.

Cover with a clean towel and put in a warm place. Let it sit for an hour and let the dough rise.

Next you’re going to add a bit more flour as well as salt, baking powder and baking soda.

Mix everything together well.

Now it’s time to roll the dough out.

Flour your surface well. If you’re going to use your kitchen counter (like moi), please make sure it’s clean AND dry.

The idea is to get a large rectangle out of your dough. Ignore my rather strange shape. I was somewhat constrained by space and also by my lack of dough-rolling ability. Also make sure you don’t get your dough too thin (or thick).  You want a nice even layer.

Time to add the orange marmalade. Don’t be like me and put the melted butter on first. It turns out that orange marmalade doesn’t spread well over butter. But the good news is that I learned my lesson and can pass that onto you.

Spread the orange marmalade over the dough. With my half-recipe I used a whole jar. I also selected the lower sugar type, which worked out well. I don’t like things too sweet and we’re going to be adding more sugar anyway so I thought it wasn’t necessary.

Next add your melted butter.

Finally, sprinkle brown sugar generously over the marmalade and the butter.

Looks lovely, eh?

Next, a twist that I added to the Pioneer Woman’s original recipe. I also sprinkled cinnamon and nutmeg over the brown sugar for a little extra and it was delicious. I highly recommend adding this step in.

Time to roll this baby up!

Starting on one side, carefully roll up the dough tightly. If it’s too loose it won’t cut into rolls well.

You’re going to end up with one long tube of dough and deliciousness.

Your tube will probably look better than  my tube. But however your tube looks is okay! It’ll still taste amazing.

Now we’re going to cut the tube into one inch rounds and stick them in pie pans. You can use regular pie pans OR do what I like to do and buy disposable pie pans for super cheap. Then if you do give the rolls as gifts, you don’t ever have to get them back. And even better, you don’t have to clean them! I’m a huge fan of not cleaning sticky things.

You will want to add a little melted butter in the bottom of each pan.

Then, cut the tube into your one inch slices. I’ve found the best method is using a serrated knife.

You want to make sure to pack the rolls tightly into the pans, too.

Next, place a clean towel over the pans of rolls and let them rise for another 20 to 30 minutes. You’ll get much better results if you can place them in a warm location (but not too warm–you don’t want to bake them just yet!).

After the rolls have risen one last time, bake them at 400 degrees for 15 to 18 minutes until they’re a light golden brown.

The Pioneer Woman also creates a yummy glaze for the rolls, which she pours on right after they’re done baking, but I felt they were sweet enough as it was and so I skipped it. But you can definitely add it if sugar is your jam.

Beautiful!

And so unbelievably tasty. A nice change from the typical cinnamon roll, I think.

Remember that Getting Lucky is coming out soon–December 1!

I’ll be doing a bunch of guest blogs AND I’ll be hosting an awesome giveaway to celebrate the release!

 

Another week and another recipe from Getting Lucky!

I know I promised I’d make Maggie’s infamous orange marmalade buns this week, but when you see the recipe, you’ll understand. The recipe is a bit more complicated and I couldn’t find the time this week, so soup it is! But soup is amazing, guys, especially in the fall, and this is a great recipe.

But first, a snippet from Getting Lucky:

Here’s how you make Potato Leek Soup:

Start with a pot and some butter. So many great recipes start exactly this same way. I’d say this is about three tablespoons.

The absolute best part of this recipe is how adaptable it is. It’s pretty much impossible to mess up.

Next, you’re going to cut up your leeks.

Leeks. I know, right? Who uses leeks? They’re kind of scary looking.

Don’t let the weirdness of leeks scare you off. They give great flavor. You just need to know how to deal with them.

First, you’re going to want to cut off the dark green leaves, until just the white/light green stem remains.

Like so!

You’re also going to want to cut off the other end too. I just didn’t snap a pic of that because I’m an utter failure as a food photographer.

Next you’re going to cut your leek in half.

Here’s the thing about leeks. They’re tricky. They also seem to grow with a lot of dirt in-between all those layers. Gross, right? So we need to chop up the leek and then wash the chopped up pieces thoroughly. Dirt is not the seasoning we’d like in our soup.

I don’t care if it doesn’t look like there’s any visible dirt. Wash the pieces anyway.

I usually put all my cut up leeks into a big bowl, then fill with water and swish the pieces around thoroughly.

Then you’re obviously going to want to drain all that dirty water out.

Just imagine I have a picture of draining the leeks + dirty water into a colander.

Make sure to shake out as much water out of the leeks as you can. You don’t want extra dirty water in your soup.

Your butter has probably melted by now and is now sizzling away nicely. Drop the leeks into the pan and let them cook on medium heat for a few minutes, until they’re nicely wilted but not brown.

Basically, don’t be like me and get distracted and forget your sauteing leeks.

Next, we’re going to add the garlic.  A few cloves minced. You can always add more or less, depending on your preference for garlic. Also, if you find the leek mixture has gotten a bit dry you can definitely add more butter (or olive oil, if you’re trying to be more health conscious).

Obviously I was not trying to be more health conscious.

Let the leek and garlic mixture saute a few minutes longer but this time be very careful not to let the garlic over-brown. When garlic burns it gets really nasty and bitter. Not good for soup.

Now we’re going to add the stock. You can use chicken or vegetable stock here. I used a combination of both because I had some extra sitting in the fridge. I don’t think beef stock would work very well here, though.

I’d suggest adding approximately two quarts of stock. I also added salt and pepper at this stage. About a teaspoon of salt and half a teaspoon of pepper. We’ll be seasoning the soup later on in the cooking process, but it’s always a good idea to season as you go. Plus this is the liquid we’re going to be cooking the potatoes in and we want it to be well-seasoned.

Next the potatoes!

I swear by Yukon Gold potatoes. I love them. I love them just about any way you can prepare a potato. But you can use really any kind of potato you’d like–regular baking potatoes, red potatoes, etc. But really, Yukon Gold are the best. And most grocery stores are carrying them as a regularly stocked item these days. In my humble opinion, their flavor just can’t be beat.

You’re going to peel the potatoes, then chop them into smaller pieces.

Once the broth, leek and garlic mixture has come to a boil, it’s time to add the potatoes.

You want to cook the potatoes at a simmer for 15-20 minutes. The time is going to depend on how large your potato chunks are. I always start checking at fifteen minutes. You want the potato to be fully cooked through but not too mushy. Mushy potatoes = BAD.

Now it’s time for one of my favorite kitchen implements. The potato masher!

Now the extent to which you “mash” your soup is up to you. I still like mine quite chunky but you if you want a really smooth texture that’s fine too. You could theoretically even cut your potato pieces a little smaller and not do any mashing at all! That’s the greatest thing about this soup–you can modify it so much to your personal preference and it always tastes great.

Well, it always tastes great unless you don’t wash your leeks properly

It appears that I forgot to take a picture of the mashed soup. Whoops. I fail. Just pretend. Or make it yourself and then you can see exactly what it looks like!

Next, we’re going to prepare the cheese. You can put so many kinds of cheese into this soup. I like a combination, and used cheddar, both medium and extra sharp white, and some monterey jack for a little kick. You could use mozzarella or fontina or swiss or any other type of cheese. I wouldn’t recommend blue cheese or feta or goat cheese, probably, but if you try it and it works, let me know! Also, if you’re against cheese (and really, what’s wrong with you?), you could potentially even skip it.

Don’t bother with the cheese grater. Just cut it up into small chunks.

Now we add it to the soup. Make sure you’ve turned the burner down to a very low simmer. You don’t want your soup boiling away this whole time. Your potatoes will most definitely be mush by this point if you do that.

I wanted my soup a little creamier, so I added a few splashes of half and half. It also helped to thicken it a little. You could use milk, heavy cream or theoretically nothing. Sour cream might even be an interesting addition. I also added some dried parsley, which you could skip or add fresh, if you have it. This is also the perfect opportunity to re-season the soup.

You definitely want to taste it after you add the cheese. Cheese can be really salty, depending on the kind you use and you don’t want to over-salt the soup. So add your cheese, and then taste it, seasoning it until it tastes just right.

I apparently also failed to take a pic of the final product, but really, you’re going to make this soup anyway. Right? Yes?

Good.

When I’m not writing or watching the Red Sox play, cooking is one of my biggest go-to hobbies. I love scouring the web for interesting recipes, and even more, I love attempting those recipes. Some of my favorite food bloggers are great personalities like The Pioneer Woman and Smitten Kitchen. Make sure to check them out, they were so inspirational as I wrote Getting Lucky.

Maggie May King, one of the main characters in Getting Lucky, is a professionally-trained chef and she owns her own little Cafe in Sand Point, California, the setting for the story. The Sand Point Cafe only serves breakfast and lunch, and the food they serve is to die for–at least I imagine it is. Maggie is obviously way more proficient than I am in the kitchen, though I think I do pretty well. I thought it might be fun to talk about some of the food Maggie makes (and Noah eats!) as we count down to the release of Getting Lucky.

Then I decided to get all ambitious and post recipes and snippets from the book and I even photographed my cooking efforts for your viewing pleasure. Note: I am by no means either a professional photographer or a professional chef. That much is going to be abundantly clear.

Here’s a small snippet from the book that references Maggie’s Caprese Pasta Salad–this week’s recipe.

Sounds tasty, yeah? It really is, I’ve been making it all summer and I’ve had zero complaints from the man in my house.

Here’s how you make it:

First, you’ve got to start the pasta onto boil.

Here’s me, filling a pot with water. PURE CRAZINESS.

I’m using rotini because it’s what I had on hand, but any small dried pasta shape would work well. Bowties, especially, would be adorable, and Maggie would approve of anything that’s adorable.

The pasta is now boiling! Make sure you follow the instructions on your package to get your pasta to the perfect al dente doneness. Crunchy pasta is a no go, guys. Also, soggy pasta isn’t very good either.

While our pasta is boiling, let’s chop up the tomatoes for the salad. Because duh, there have to be tomatoes. Caprese Salad consists of mainly three ingredients: tomatoes, basil and mozzarella. So tomatoes are kind of a given in this situation.

I love these cute little grape/cherry tomatoes, especially when you combine the yellow and the red. The yellow ones are called Sunburst and my grocery store started carrying them about a year ago. I LOVE THEM. They’re a little bit sweeter than a traditional cherry tomato, and they’re fabulous in this recipe. Plus, the colors look so beautiful together!

I typically slice my baby tomatoes in half. If you want to keep them whole, by all means. Whatever floats your boat. If you don’t have/don’t want cherry tomatoes and want to dice regular tomatoes, that works beautifully too. Basically, what I’m telling you is that this recipe is mighty hard to fuck up.

See, beautiful!

Next up is our mozzarella. There’s a few ways you could do this, but I like using boccaccini, which are little balls of fresh mozzarella, usually stored in water. They sell boccaccini in the specialty cheese section of my grocery store, but don’t be frightened of how pricey some of the gourmet garlic kale cheddar is–boccaccini is not insanely expensive. This time, though, I didn’t get boccaccini (ok, I do like saying it, sue me), I got these even cuter little mozzarella balls called “Pearls.” You can see the packaging in the upper photo showing the other ingredients. These are even smaller and don’t need to even be cut in half. You can just dump them right into the bowl. BUT please remember DO NOT put the water/liquid in. You want to drain them first. You could also cube up a block of mozzarella if you can’t find boccaccini.

Look how precious those are! Also, I’m a fan of less chopping. This is a good opportunity to salt and pepper your tomatoes/mozzarella. Both of those items need quite a bit of seasoning, so don’t skimp. I’d approximate I used about a teaspoon of salt and half a teaspoon of pepper. We’ll add more later, but PLEASE REMEMBER–you can only add seasoning, you can’t take it away. So it’s best to be cautious and add in small amounts as you go.

Next, we’re going to chop the basil. Obviously, it’s better if you use fresh basil (fresh herbs are almost always better). But you can buy some decent freeze-dried and dried basil these days, and if you’re in a pinch, it’s not the end of the world. Some days my grocery store basil looks nasty. I’d grow my own, but that’s a disaster waiting to happen.

If you’re using fresh basil, roll up the leaves and cut them into narrow strips. Also make sure that you don’t chop up the stems. They’re gross.

Those go into the trash can, not your beautiful bowl of Caprese Salad.

Next, we’re going to drain our pasta, after it’s been cooked the perfect amount of time.

Before we put all our ingredients together, it’s time to make the dressing.

Start with about half a cup of mayonnaise. Alternatively if you don’t like mayo, feel free to use greek yogurt or sour cream or a combo of any of the above. Add in a few tablespoons of olive oil. This gives it a really nice smooth texture and also adds flavor, especially if you use good olive oil. Yes, in a former life I was Ina Garten, the Barefoot Contessa.

Next we add in the balsamic vinegar, which is the secret ingredient (ok, not so secret maybe) that makes this entire dish sing.

I’d also add that using decent balsamic vinegar is important. No need to go out and spend a fortune on vinegar, but please don’t buy the $2.99 bottle from the corner 7-11. I get mine at Costco and it’s perfectly good. Plus it’s enormous so it lasts forever.

Whisk the dressing together. Make sure to taste it to make sure your flavor is good. Don’t hesitate to add more balsamic vinegar, you really want to be able to taste it. I think I probably added at least a tablespoon if not two.

Lastly, we’re going to mix everything together. Now is a perfect time to taste for salt and pepper and also if you need more balsamic vinegar. I had to add another teaspoon or so of salt and maybe 1/4 teaspoon of pepper.

You can eat it just like this, or it’s actually way better if you refrigerate it for a few hours or even better, overnight. That way the flavors meld together–BUT remember before you serve, check it again for seasonings.

Bon Appetit! And don’t forget to check in next week for our next recipe, Orange Marmalade Rolls!

 

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There’s something for everyone in this mile-high compilation – from a love story born in a blizzard to a steamy encounter spawned by a series of crazy events. For supernatural fiction fans, how about the tale of an airport that’s also a portal to another world… or a scheduled flight that takes a detour into an alternate reality?

From an unexpected trip that reignites a twenty year old flame, to a quirky liaison between a ticketing agent and an adorable doctor, Frequent Flyers takes you on a journey that will touch your heart and leave you flying high!

Eye of the Storm by Beth Bolden – Commercial pilot Captain Grant Montgomery III lives for the rules; flight attendant Tess O’Brien loves to break them. The storm brewing between them might be even wilder than the record-breaking blizzard outside.

“I loved Tess. She reminded me of so many people in my large Irish family, and I saw some aspects of myself in her too.” – Goodreads Reviewer

Fly Me To The Moon by Bev Elle – Ticketing agent Jessamy Taylor has been in a dating slump that was exacerbated when she moved her sickly mother in. Truth is, she’s never gotten over the quirky Dr. Griffin Sanderson whose OCD drives her crazy, despite his excellent bedside manner.

“I love stories about people finding each other again, and this is just what you got with this story.

Beware, you WILL hum the Sinatra song throughout, and beyond, reading this story.” – Goodreads Reviewer

Unscheduled Departure by T.M. Franklin – Rowan Elliott is devastated when her boyfriend, Finn, tells her he’s moving across the country to take over the family business, and thrilled when he changes his mind at the last minute and gets off the plane. But then things get . . . weird. And Ro’s left wondering if her boyfriend’s really who she thinks he is.

“The entire thing kept me turning pages. I NEEDED to know what was happening.

Sucked in right from the beginning, pace was perfect.” – Goodreads Reviewer

A Midsummer Flight’s Dream by Kira A. Gold – Twenty years ago, he promised to catch her if she fell. Contains young lust, old books, and wild strawberries.

“This story about past love and coming together again later was lovely.” – Goodreads Reviewer

Forced Landing by Angel Lawson – Nadya discovers her tiny hometown airport is the portal to a world she never knew existed, one with an ancient history buried deep within her bloodline.

“I loved the paranormal elements…easily could be continued into a series.” – Goodreads Reviewer

 

The Friendly Skies by Amanda Weaver – An unruly drunk, a misbehaving volcano and a re-routed flight lead to one steamy night for two strangers who meet on a plane.

“The relationship between Simon and Cassie was paced perfectly. I half expected it to feel rushed considering the majority of the story takes place in a matter of hours, but it never did. The pacing was perfect.” – Goodreads Reviewer

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Beth Bolden lives in Portland,Oregon with one cat and one fiance. She wholly believes in Keeping Portland Weird, but wishes she didn’t have to make the yearly pilgrimage up to Seattle to watch her Boston Red Sox play baseball. After graduating from university with a degree in English, Beth unsurprisingly had no idea what to do with her life, and spent the next few years working for a medical equipment supplier, a technology company, and an accounting firm. Now Beth runs her own business as a Girl Friday for small business owners, assisting them with administration, bookkeeping and their general sanity.

Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope springs eternal. Her first novel, The Lucky Charm, was published in May 2014 and its sequel, Getting Lucky will be available December 1, 2014.

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Angel Lawson lives with her family in Atlanta and has a lifelong obsession with creating fiction from reality, either with paint or words. On a typical day you can find her writing, reading, plotting her escape from the zombie apocalypse and trying to get the glitter out from under her nails.

She is the author of five books, including the Wraith Series, Serial Summer, FanGirl, and Vigilant. She is the co-author of the New Adult Paranormal book, Odin’s Murder with Kira Gold.

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T.M. Franklin started out her career writing nonfiction in a television newsroom. Graduating with a B.A. in Communications specializing in broadcast journalism and production, she worked for nine years as a major market television news producer, and garnered two regional Emmy Awards, before she resigned to be a full-time mom and part-time freelance writer. Her first published novel, MORE, was born out of a challenge to write a novel in thirty days issued during National Novel Writing month. MORE was well received, selected as a finalist in the 2013 Kindle Book Review Best Indie Book Awards, and won the Suspense/Thriller division of the Blogger Book Fair Reader’s Choice Awards.

In addition to MORE and its sequels, The Guardians and TWELVE, Franklin has penned the Amazon best-selling short stories, Window and A Piece of Cake. Her Amazon best-selling YA romance, How to Get Ainsley Bishop to Fall in Love with You, is Franklin’s first love story without traditionally recognized paranormal or fantasy elements. Although . . . T. M. is the first to argue that love is the best kind of magic.

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Kira A. Gold is a textile artist living in Lexington, Kentucky. She has four accidental cats and an intentional collection of vintage marionettes. After midnight, she writes strange things in a blue bathrobe.
Her first book, ODIN’S MURDER, with Angel Lawson, is a New Adult paranormal twist on Norse mythology. Her solo debut, THE SCENT OF FLAMES, is a Young Adult take on Hamlet, set in Vermont. Look for her next play on Shakespeare, a seductive and speculative MacBeth, early next year.
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Bev Elle is the author of sweet and spicy contemporary romance, women’s fiction and historical paranormal romance. A love of books–many already written, and those she harbors in her very active imagination. Writing is a passion she’s had for many years, but was unable to act upon. Bev Elle is the mother of three human children and two canines. She is also the lover of one husband. When Bev isn’t writing in her spare time after work, she is thinking of doing so.

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Like many writers, Amanda Weaver spent her childhood telling stories. College steered her in a different direction and into a successful career as a designer. Several years ago, she picked up writing again as a hobby, to blow off some creative steam. One thing led to another, National Novel Writing Month happened, and here we are.

Amanda Weaver grew up in Florida and now lives in Brooklyn, New York with her husband, daughter and two crazy cats.

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THE FREQUENT FLYERS COLLECTION

featuring Eye of the Storm by Beth Bolden

 

Commercial pilot Captain Grant Montgomery III lives for the rules; flight attendant Tess O’Brien loves to break them.

Tess hates running into Captain Montgomery when she’s working. On her best day, he’s intimidating and kind of an ass. On her worst, he bore the brunt of the most embarrassing moment of her life. So when she’s forced to drive from Columbus to Cleveland with him in the middle of the worst snowstorm Ohio’s seen in years, Tess can’t imagine anything more terrible.

The storm brewing between them might be even wilder than the record-breaking blizzard outside.

But as they drive further into the storm and further into danger, Tess discovers that so many of the assumptions she’d made about Grant are flawed, exaggerated and even just plain wrong. She was hoping the trip would finally confirm once and for all that he’s a jerk, but instead, she finds herself increasingly fascinated–and attracted–to him.

 

Ironically, I wrote this story when I was in Mexico on vacation in July.

For a story that takes place mostly in the freezing cold of an Ohio blizzard, it definitely seems odd that I wrote it in the sweltering heat of Cancun. But whether we’re talking about love and hate, or hot and cold, extreme situations tend to bring out either the best in people or the worst.

Typically, they bring out the worst in me. I’m a bit of a control freak, so I’m not good with having my walls broken down without my permission. I gave Tess my horrible habit of laughing and cracking stupid jokes during stressful situations. When I was much younger, maybe 13 or 14, my family and I were driving to my grandmother’s house in Colorado. It was the height of summer, we were in the middle of nowhere in Utah, and our SUV broke down. To make matters worse, it was a Sunday and it was a fairly small town. Nothing was open. My dad was angry and probably frightened and instead of keeping quiet and letting him work out the problem, I started laughing hysterically.

It was definitely not the best reaction I could have had. I don’t think my mother has ever moved that fast before or since as she dragged me away from the broken down car.

That memory was the first thing I thought of when I had these two characters, so fundamentally different, who didn’t understand anything about each other. By putting them in a stressful, potentially dangerous, situation, they were both forced to be honest to each other and about themselves.

“Looks like they moved up the storm warnings another hour,” Tess said. “At least two feet of snow this afternoon, with another two tonight.”

Grant grimaced. She could see it clearly, even though his face was only in profile. “It’s going to be a rough drive,” he said, and she was suddenly so thankful she wasn’t alone. Growing up in Seattle had given her quite a bit of experience driving in the rain, but very little in the snow. If it had been up to Tess, she might not have ever made it to Cleveland.

And because the last half an hour had been so different, so odd, she didn’t even hesitate to say so. “I’m glad I’m not trying to do it alone,” she said. “I don’t really know how to drive in the snow.”

His mouth quirked again, and Tess wished, despite the obvious hazard to their safety, that he had glanced over at her again, because she was almost certain that had been even more of a smile, and she wished she’d seen it in its full, forward-facing glory. “The year I turned sixteen, Virginia had one of the worst snowstorms in a century. My father believed in not wasting a single learning opportunity, so he had me out on the freeway, when everyone else was terrified to drive down to the corner market.”

“Sounds intense.”

He shrugged restlessly, and flicked on the windshield wipers just as Tess realized the snow had begun to fall, flickering white specks against the gray sky. “Like I said, he was a great believer in learning opportunities.”

Tess was beginning to understand just how different their upbringings had been. Her father, gregarious but fiercely protective of his only child, would never have dreamed of dragging her out in the middle of a snowstorm, learning opportunity or not. She’d grown up cozy and a tiny bit coddled, always certain of her father’s love. From what she had heard of Grant’s father, an Air Force colonel, love sounded more like a reward doled out in miserly quantities. Maybe, Tess wondered, the difference explained Grant’s extreme self-possession and cold reaction to Tess trying to break his ice with teasing humor.

He’d probably never experienced teasing humor in his entire life, and Tess thought that was a real shame. A childhood should be full of laughter, laughter, and more laughter, as far as she was concerned.

Not just learning opportunities.

“My father makes every Irish cliché real,” she volunteered. “If he wasn’t so funny and nice, it would almost be embarrassing.”

Grant’s eyes swung towards her face, almost as if they were magnetized and he couldn’t help it. They were wide, and a little bit surprised, and Tess almost stopped, but she forged on because that was what they were doing, wasn’t it? Sharing their childhoods and backgrounds? It was perhaps a little stupid, but maybe if they could understand how different of a place they were coming from, they could meet somewhere in the middle.

It was even stupider, but Tess desperately wanted to meet him there, maybe with his lips on hers. She’d never been so intrigued and turned on by a man than she was by Grant Montgomery, and that was a tiny bit alarming, but then the last hour had been so different from the first ten. If this was what he was really, truly like, then perhaps there wasn’t a reason to freak out.

“He sounds like he’s nice,” Grant observed carefully.

“He is. And protective. He hates me being so far from home, and I do miss it sometimes, but most of the time I like being so independent.”

The snow was falling heavier now, and Tess scooted closer to the windshield and craned her neck up towards the sky, almost wishing that they could actually stop and she could taste the icy flakes on her tongue.

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Beth Bolden lives in Portland,Oregon with one cat and one fiance. She wholly believes in Keeping Portland Weird, but wishes she didn’t have to make the yearly pilgrimage up to Seattle to watch her Boston Red Sox play baseball. After graduating from university with a degree in English, Beth unsurprisingly had no idea what to do with her life, and spent the next few years working for a medical equipment supplier, a technology company, and an accounting firm. Now Beth runs her own business as a Girl Friday for small business owners, assisting them with administration, bookkeeping and their general sanity. Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope springs eternal. Her first novel, The Lucky Charm, was published in May 2014 and its sequel, Getting Lucky will be available December 1, 2014.

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Coming December 1, 2014
GETTING LUCKY BY BETH BOLDEN
the second book in the Portland Pioneers series

He might have struck out. . .

Noah Fox’s life is changing. Ever since he was hit in the head by a pitch, nothing has been the same. Fighting daily headaches and the growing fear that his baseball career is over, Noah goes in search of the woman who once loved and left him.

But he refuses to stop swinging.

What he finds in the tiny town of Sand Point is nothing he could have ever expected. A trained chef and a certified “foodie,” Maggie May King has been perfectly content to devote the last three years of her life to running her baby, the Sand Point Café. Noah’s never met anyone less awed by his good looks or his celebrity, and even though she’s the last person he should be befriending, he finds himself seduced by Maggie’s sweetness and her even sweeter orange rolls.

Beth Bolden lives in Portland,Oregon with one cat and one fiance. She wholly believes in Keeping Portland Weird, but wishes she didn’t have to make the yearly pilgrimage up to Seattle to watch her Boston Red Sox play baseball. After graduating from university with a degree in English, Beth unsurprisingly had no idea what to do with her life, and spent the next few years working for a medical equipment supplier, a technology company, and an accounting firm. Now Beth runs her own business as a Girl Friday for small business owners, assisting them with administration, bookkeeping and their general sanity. Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope springs eternal. Her first novel, The Lucky Charm, was published in May 2014 and the sequel, Getting Lucky, will be available December 1, 2014.

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Like I talked about in my introductory post on this blog, I started seriously writing fiction by writing fanfiction.

I think this is actually something that a lot of current authors can probably claim but for some reason (*cough* 50 Shades of Gray and After *cough*), authors don’t often widely publicize those beginnings. For me, I feel no shame about my origins as a fanfiction writer. Before I wrote fanfiction, I didn’t believe that I could really write fiction. I’d just graduated from college, and after four years of writing literary analysis, I was convinced that I just wasn’t a fiction writer.

I’m forever grateful for the wonderful community of fanfiction writers and readers who helped me become confident and skillful in my own writing ability. That community is exactly how the Frequent Flyers Collection began. My good friend Angel Lawson, who I have known almost from the very beginning of our respective fanfic careers, and I were talking one night about how great it was that so many fanfic writers that we knew had branched out and grown from writing fanfiction to writing original fiction. And we thought, wouldn’t it be so great if we put together a collection of authors who had all done just that?

That’s how Frequent Flyers began. I knew it was semi-crazy to attempt to write a 20,000 word short story while I was trying to write Getting Lucky this summer, but the collection was something I passionately wanted to be a part of.

Ironically for a story set during winter and in the middle of a blizzard, I wrote most of Eye of the Storm while I was on vacation in Mexico in the middle of the summer.

Eye of the Storm began for me when I decided I wanted to write an alpha male. Jack from The Lucky Charm was very decidedly not alpha, and Noah from Getting Lucky isn’t much of one either. I do enjoy reading alpha males (can you say Psy-Changeling series by Nalini Singh? Or any of Lisa Kleypas’ amazing historical romances?), and I wanted to see if I could put my own unique twist on the typical alpha male trope.

Of course, Captain Grant Montgomery III ended up less of an alpha male and more of a mystery, not only to Tess, but also to almost everyone else who knows him. Tess O’Brien, my flight attendant with her Irish background and snarky humor, is such a great foil for him. Tess pushes him out of his comfort zone and gives him a bunch of reasons to show her the real Grant Montgomery III.

I knew there was no way Grant and Tess would ever have enough opportunities to either break down his walls or change her opinion of him, so I stuck them together in an untenable situation–a desperate drive through Ohio to reach the Cleveland airport, all the while on the leading edge of a blizzard-like storm.

The 20,000 word count was probably my biggest challenging writing Eye of the Storm. Let’s face it. My novels are long. I like them long. I like taking my time to develop character and plot. I like writing a lot of characters and plotlines. With Eye of the Storm, I was forced to keep the lens of the narrative focused so tightly on Grant and Tess–and in the end, I think that actually made the story so much better.

T.M. Franklin, who also contributed a story to this collection, did such a beautiful job on my individual cover (as well as the great FREQUENT FLYERS cover). I really think she captured the chaos of the storm that Grant and Tess are forced to drive through, all while trying to maneuver through their own burgeoning connection.

I hope you enjoy reading about Tess and Grant as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Eye of the Storm, part of the FREQUENT FLYERS COLLECTION, will be released November 1, 2014.