Welcome Regency
romance author Alina K. Field with a #holiday #recipe
My sister-in-law gave me this recipe many years
ago. With all the butter, nuts, and cream cheese, it’s rich and yummy, a
holiday favorite at my house!
GOLDEN CUPS
Crust:
¼ tsp salt
1 cup margarine
or butter
1 8 oz. pkg cream
cheese
Cream together
margarine and cheese. Add flour and salt. Mix and then chill dough a couple of
hours. Once chilled, divide dough into 4 equal parts, then divide each part
into 12 balls and place in miniature muffin tins, pressing around sides and
bottom.
Filling:
2 eggs
1 ½ cup light
brown sugar
2 tbsps melted
margarine
1 ½ cup chopped
walnuts or pecans
¼ tsp vanilla
extract
Beat eggs, mix with remaining ingredients. Fill prepared muffin cups.
Bake at 375
degrees for 20 minutes. Cool slightly before removing from muffin tin. If
desired, top with a sifting of powder sugar.
The Marquess
and the Midwife
Separated by
lies, united by secrets
Finding the woman
he lost turned out to be easy. Winning her is another matter.
Once upon a time,
the younger brother of a marquess fell in love with his sister's companion. He
was sent off to war, and she was just sent off, and they both landed in very
different worlds.
Now Virgil
Radcliffe has returned from his self-imposed exile on the Continent to take up
his late brother's title and discover the whereabouts of the only woman he's
ever loved.
Abandoned by her
lover and dismissed by her employer, Ameline Dawes has found a respectable
identity as a Waterloo widow, a new life as a midwife, and a safe, secure home
for her twin girls. Called to London at Christmas to attend her benefactress's
lying-in, she finds herself confronted by an unexpected house guest—a man
determined to woo her anew and win her again.
But, is loving
the new Marquess of Wallingford a mistake Ameline cannot afford to repeat?
Excerpt
Ye gods, but her ladyship needed more
maids, and a couple more footmen with both arms and both legs, at least for
this type of fetching and carrying.
Ameline chided
herself for being insensitive and balanced the steaming bucket. She set down
the lamp momentarily to gather her skirts, along with the lamp handle.
A pair of men’s
boots moved into view and the lamp bobbled. Fine boots they were.
She sighed,
gritting her teeth. Lord Hackwell’s visits had unnerved his lady, and Ameline
had counseled him to leave.
Very well,
she’d thrown him out, once almost literally. He would wonder what she was doing below stairs. He might
send for the accoucheur he was mumbling about, and his lady would not like it.
“I’ve just
popped down to the kitchen for a word with Alton, my lord,” she said. “All is
going well, except he’s a bit short on staff.”
“We have
noticed that.”
The skin on her
back rippled and she shivered. This wasn’t Hackwell—it was him.
Panic flared in
her and her hands and ankles began to tingle. He carried no light. She let her
own lantern dip lower and stepped to one side. What was he doing on the
servants’ staircase in the middle of the night?
If he saw her,
he would remember her, but he would
not want to, unless he would think to
befriend her again. Heat flamed in
her.
She took in a
breath. “Let me pass, Lord Hackwell,”
she said.
“Let me carry
that bucket for you.”
“No.” She
forced in another breath, willing herself to speak calmly. “That is, no thank
you. I shall send a servant for you when it is time.”
Footsteps
scurried on the stairs. “Mrs. Dawes?” Jenny called, breathless.
Her heart raced
again. She’d tarried too long in the kitchen. “I’ll be right—”
Heat touched
her hand as the bucket came out. The lantern, too, lifted higher, and she
looked up into the face of Lord Virgil Radcliffe, now the latest Lord
Wallenford.
“Mrs. Dawes?”
His eyes widened and then narrowed, and his lips curved down.
Anger spiked in
her. “Lord Wallenford.”
He moved down
to the step below her, putting them at eye level, and crowded her against the
hand rail.
“Give me the
bucket, sir. I can manage quite well without your help.” Quite, quite well.
“Can you, indeed?”
he drawled, sounding just like his brother the day he’d sacked her.
Blast him.
Blast the Wallenfords. Blast the Hackwells. “Alton has a bottle set out. Best
go and fetch it.”
His lips
quirked.
She gritted her
teeth. “Give me the blasted bucket, Virgil.”
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Award winning
author Alina K. Field earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English and German
literature, but her true passion is the much happier world of romance fiction.
Though her roots are in the Midwestern U.S., after six very, very, very cold
years in Chicago, she moved to Southern California and hasn’t looked back. She
shares a midcentury home with her husband, her spunky, blonde, rescued terrier,
and the blue-eyed cat who conned his way in for dinner one day and decided the
food was too good to leave.
She is the author
of the 2014 Book Buyer’s Best winner, Rosalyn’s
Ring, a 2015 RONE Award finalist, Bella’s
Band, and a 2016 National Reader’s Choice Award finalist, Liliana’s Letter, as well as her latest
release, The Marquess and the Midwife.
She is hard at work on her next series of Regency romances, but loves to hear from
readers!
Visit her at:
https://www.instagram.com/alinak.field/
Thanks for having me as a guest today!
ReplyDeleteOh, that excerpt is such a tease! I can't wait to start reading. :) And that recipe looks delicious.i will have to add it to my holiday baking.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing!
The recipe is SO good! Hope you enjoy the story, Christina! Thanks for stopping by.
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