Welcome #Romance author J.
Rose Allister with a #Holiday #Recipe
I make no
secret of the fact that I’m a die-hard chocolate fanatic. (Even if I did, I
fear my waistline might give me away.) Although I sneak chocolaty treats into
my diet all year long, there’s one mega-indulgence that I only bring out during
the holidays. It’s a creamy, super easy fudge recipe that was elevated from
great to fabulous one year by accident. I sent my husband to shop for the
ingredients, and he came home with milk chocolate chips instead of my trusty
old semi-sweet. I tried them out with a skeptical heart, and the results rocked
our world.
This fudge
comes as close as I’ve ever gotten to duplicating my absolute childhood
favorite: the pan fudge sold at the candy stores at Disneyland. Yum. Even
better, it only requires four ingredients and no candy thermometer.
My Accidental Fab-Favorite #Holiday Fudge
#Recipe
Ingredients:
24 ounces
(approx. 1 ½ bags) of milk chocolate chips
1 can (14
ounces) sweetened condensed milk
¼ tsp salt
1 tsp
vanilla
Directions:
In heavy
saucepan over low heat, melt chocolate chips together with sweetened condensed
milk and salt. Stir constantly to avoid scorching. As soon as chips are melted,
remove from heat, stir in vanilla, and pour into a greased 8x8 inch pan. Chill
until solid, cut into squares.
Makes
about 24 squares (depending on the size of your cuts!)
Optional:
add a handful of chopped nuts OR substitute the ½ bag of chocolate chips with
flavored chips of your choice or about ½ cup nut butter.
By
J. Rose Allister
An erotic paranormal holiday romance
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What
goes together more naturally than vampires and Christmas?
When an annual holiday tradition turns into a near-fatal accident,
Stephanie regains consciousness to find herself alone in a cabin with her
rescuer, Thomas—a man who is gorgeous, dangerously sexy...and undead.
Despite the winter storm and her injuries, she knows she should
run. So why does she keep winding up in the powerful, seductive embrace of the
vampire who has exiled himself from humans to avoid his worst time of year for
temptation?
“...more than just a Christmas tale...this is a
story that can be read multiple times because it has so many rich layers to be
discovered.”
–Happily Ever After Reviews
Excerpt:
Stephanie
walked out of the bathroom with as little limp as she could muster, thankful
when a flood of adrenaline aided the cause. She wanted to give the impression
she was less helpless and pathetic than the picture she’d painted thus far.
Thomas stood by a newly stoked fire, and she ignored his searing gaze while she
headed for the couch. Her socks, boots, and parka lay nearby, tempting her.
Donning the latter now would be too obvious, however. She’d have to make a grab
for the coat on her way out.
“Brr,”
she said, making a show of rubbing her arms. “Cold after that shower.” She sat
on the couch and pulled a quilt around her shoulders to give the appearance of
settling in while she tugged on her socks and footwear. “But hopefully I smell
better now.”
“Stephanie.”
She went
on ignoring him and laced her boots tight.
“Stephanie.”
He moved toward her.
“Hmm?”
She threw
him a quick glance and a smile, refusing to meet his eyes. Then he knelt in
front of her and took hold of her chin so she couldn’t look away.
His eyes
searched hers. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“What I’m
thinking?” She tried to keep an innocent tone. “I don’t know what you mean.”
His
arched brow told her he knew she was lying. “You think I’m a vampire.”
She
laughed. “Vampires don’t exist.” Please,
God, let him laugh along. Her smile faded when he didn’t. “So, it’s true
then?”
He
glanced away, his lack of response providing all the answer she needed and
didn’t want.
She shook
her head. “Guess I didn’t do a convincing job pretending I didn’t know.”
“We can
sense those who see us for what we are. It’s a built-in survival trait.”
“Handy
skill.”
“I’m
sorry. I didn’t want you to figure this out.”
She
rubbed her arms again, this time against a true chill. “You’re a vampire. That
just figures.”
“What
does?”
She
raised her arms. “Oh, just the old Stephanie Mars luck. I go for a simple
outing and get dragged off by a raging creek. I meet the perfect guy, and he
turns out to be an undead monster. No offense.”
His brow
rose. “You think I’m the perfect guy?”
She
shrugged. “What I think is that none of this is really happening. Maybe I
bashed my skull so hard that this conversation is all going on in my head while
I’m lying unconscious in a hospital somewhere. So yeah, if I have to be stuck
in a concussive hallucination, why not include the perfect guy?”
A smile
lit his dark expression out of nowhere and threatened to steal her breath. When
white teeth flashed, she couldn’t help but look for sharp points. She saw none,
and the smile vanished as fast as it had appeared. “So what if it turns out
this isn’t a hallucination?” he said. “What if your so-called perfect guy is
real, and he’s a vampire?”
About J. Rose Allister
I tend to dream up stories while either lying in bed at night,
sitting at my desk at work, or anywhere I happen to be at the moment. It’s
exciting to watch a story unfold, especially when my characters say or do
something unexpected!
When I’m not busy playing chase-the-muse around my laptop, I enjoy
spending time with my family, movies, and reading books. I rarely go anywhere
without a reading device, even if it’s on my phone! I’m also a big fan of chocolate and coffee,
even better together—and best alongside a book!
Author
links:
Site: http://jroseallister.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/jroseallister
Facebook: http://facebook.com/JRoseAllisterBooks
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