Monday, November 26, 2018

Southwestern #Recipe for the #Holidays - Crock Pot Cheese Fondue Dip

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I write novels of adventure and romance set in the Southwestern United States. The novels touch on local culture, including food. For my most recent romantic suspense, TheDead Man’s Treasure, I put together a recipe booklet of foods mentioned in the book, including this handy party treat.

Crock Pot Cheese Fondue Dip

1 (10.75 oz) can cheddar cheese soup
2 cups grated cheddar cheese
1 cup milk
1/4 cup or more green chiles
1 Tbsp. Worcestershire sauce
1 Tbsp. chives
1 Tbsp. garlic
Serve with corn chips, celery sticks, cauliflower, etc.
 
  1. Combine all ingredients in a fondue pot or small crock pot.
  2. Heat on medium, stirring frequently, until smooth and well blended.
  3. Adjust heat to warm and serve in the pot, with chips or veggies on the side. If it starts to get too thick, stir in a little more milk.

New Mexico green chile
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See also Red or Green: The New Mexico Chile and my other recipes:

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Rebecca Westin is shocked to learn the grandfather she never knew has left her a bona fide buried treasure – but only if she can decipher a complex series of clues leading to it. The hunt would be challenging enough without interference from her half-siblings, who are determined to find the treasure first and keep it for themselves. Good thing Rebecca has recruited some help.

Sam is determined to show Rebecca that a desert adventure can be sexy and fun. But there’s a treacherous wildcard in the mix, a man willing to do anything to get that treasure – and revenge.

Action and romance combine in this lively Southwestern adventure, complete with riddles the reader is invited to solve to identify historical and cultural sites around New Mexico. See the books page of Kris Bock’s website and scroll down to The Dead Man’s Treasure for a printable list of the clues and recipes from the book.

The first book in the Southwest Treasure Hunters series is The Mad Monk’s Treasure. The Dead Man’s Treasure is book 2 and The Skeleton Canyon Treasure is book 3. Each novel stands alone and is complete, with no cliffhangers. This series mixes action and adventure with sweet to mildly spicy romance. The stories explore the Southwest, especially New Mexico. Get the books on Amazon.

Friday, November 23, 2018

A Mystical Collection filled with Romance, Mystery and Fantasy - Moonlight Mist Boxed Set #PNR #Fantasy #Romance



Moonlight Mist
A Limited-Edition Collection of Fantasy and Paranormal Romances

Somewhere underneath a moonlit night lies an underworld that some may not believe exists.
The creatures of this alternate plane lurk beyond the mist.
Searching.
Hungry.
Craving for what they need.
Some may find it. Some might even curb that hunger. But a few will not.
Without knowing what it is they need to satisfy a primal need, they seek out something more. Something that will test their limits in search of something greater. Something powerful... Something everlasting. 

Nook 
Kobo 

Featuring stories by these authors:
Night Falls (Racinitine Pack 1) by Nicole Morgan
Kinzey will not only change Paul’s world, but the only life his pack has ever known.

Fighting Fate (Windsor Woods 2) by Krista Ames
Can a lonely Alpha accept his fate?

The Acquisition of Dr. Iris by Erin Lee
True love exists only in darkness.

Twilight Rising by Erin Richards
Telepathy. Murder. Hot detectives…all in a day’s work.

The Waking Dream by Kat Parrish
To dream is to be alive.

Close Encounter by Stephanie Morris
Maybe having a werewolf in your bed isn’t such a bad thing…

Only Tonight by TMonique Stephens
One night to fall in love. One night to save the world.

Sparks Fly by Donna R. Mercer
Anything can happen when Sparks Fly.

Unexpected Trajectory by Terri Bruce
Love can find you in the most unexpected place – even among the stars.

Taken by Him by Jan Springer
Calder can’t ignore the way she fires his blood…

Destined by Carly O’Shea & Cam Cassidy

Safe With You by Sharon Coady
He wants to be alone, she wants to protect him…

Iroida by Berlin Rhodes
A love even the gods can’t prevent.

Flamekeeper by Helen Scott
Nothing burns hotter than dragon fire.

Code Red by Carma Haley Shoemaker
Saving lives is easy. It’s being in love that’s dangerous.

Honor Bound by Rebecca Tran
Only love will save Hallie when she wanders into Underhill.

Loving the Lion by Marie Mason
How long will it take this alpha male to realize she’s not only just what he and his animal need, she’s what they crave?

Grateful for the Gymnasium by Deelylah Mullin
When Gunny and Hallie fall in love, will the full moon take them by storm or help them settle into a happy place?

 

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

#Romance and #Suspense in the Southwest - #MFRWHooks for The Mad Monk’s Treasure

The lost Victorio Peak treasure is the stuff of legends – a heretic Spanish priest’s gold mine, made richer by the spoils of bandits and an Apache raider. When Erin, a quiet history professor, uncovers a clue that may pinpoint the lost treasure cave, she prepares for adventure. But when a hit and run driver nearly kills her, she realizes she’s not the only one after the treasure. And is Drew, the handsome helicopter pilot who found her bleeding in a ditch, really a hero, or one of the enemy?

Erin isn’t sure she can trust Drew with her heart, but she’ll need his help to track down the treasure. She heads into the New Mexico wilderness with her brainy best friend Camie and a feisty orange cat. The wilderness holds its own dangers, from wild animals to sudden storms. Plus, the sinister men hunting Erin are determined to follow her all the way to the treasure, no matter where the twisted trail leads. Erin won’t give up an important historical find without a fight, but is she ready to risk her life – and her heart?

“The story has it all - action, romance, danger, intrigue, lost treasure, not to mention a sizzling relationship....”

“Great balance of history, romance, and adventure. Smart romance with an ‘Indiana Jones’ feel. Well-written with an attention to detail that allowed me to picture exactly in my head how a scene looked and played out.”


The Mad Monk’s Treasure
a Romantic Adventure by Kris Bock
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Book heat level (based on movie ratings): PG13

Now 99 cents at Amazon! - Kris Bock at Amazon

Excerpt:

Erin floated in darkness. Where was she? What was happening? Why did she feel like she would throw up if she tried to move?

Something was tugging at her waist. Hands? A vague thought floated through her consciousness – don’t move an accident victim. She tried to speak, though she wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. Call 911? Help? Maybe the hands were help. Somebody was there, anyway. She wasn’t alone. She tried to open her eyes, tried to ask what had happened.

The tugging at her waist stopped. She thought she heard a murmur of voices. The slam of a car door jolted her so she flinched. She only noticed the car engine when it revved up and moved away.

Silence. The air lay hot and heavy over her. The pain started to fragment into specific sensations – pounding in her head, a shooting pain in her neck, burning in her hands, knees, and one elbow, grass prickling her left cheek. She remembered the accident. She could hear the faint murmur of traffic on the highway, on the other side of the cement divider. But that was all.

What had happened to the person trying to help her? Had she imagined it?

Blackness threatened to draw her in. She had to resist it. Erin sucked in a breath and tried to focus through the pain. She’d had an accident. She was alone in a ditch. It could be hours before someone found her. She had to move, get up to the road at least. She shouldn’t move, but she had to.

She opened her eyes and saw a haze of yellow slashes. She blinked and tried to focus. The colors shimmered and would not turn into solid shapes. She blinked rapidly, tears threatening to blur her vision more. What was wrong with her eyes?

Finally she understood. Weeds were growing inches from her eyes, too close for her to focus. She lay on her stomach, head turned to the side. If she concentrated, she could feel the ground despite all the aches.

Erin flexed her right hand until she felt the ground beneath her. She waited until her brain understood where her arm was. She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth. With a groan, she pushed with her hand and rolled over. She lay gasping.

“Shoot.”

Had she said that? She didn’t think so. She forced her eyes open. She gazed up into a face, almost close enough to kiss. Blue eyes stared down at her. They seem to grow larger, filling her vision like the sky, drawing her in like a pool of cool water.

“Hold on,” a man’s voice said. “Don’t try to move. I’m calling for help.”

Help. Yes, help would be good. She closed her eyes with a sigh.

“Stay with me,” the voice demanded. Annoying. She wanted to sleep.

She heard more words, something about an accident, but didn’t try to make sense of them. Her head pounded.

A hand grabbed her wrist. “Don’t move.” Had she? She must have, her arm was in the air, her fingers brushing her head, although it felt strange, wrong, swollen and stiff and distant. Oh, right – she was wearing her bike helmet. She always wore her helmet. You never knew when you might have an accident.

The strange hand gently guided her arm down until it lay alongside her again. Erin whimpered. Rough fingertips brushed her cheek. “You’ll be all right,” the voice said. “Everything is going to be okay.”

Oh, good, Erin thought. That was all right then.

“Look at me. Stay with me.”

Erin blinked against the brightness until the blur above her resolved into those blue eyes. She could get lost in those eyes. She wanted to get lost and let everything else slip away.

The pain in her head started to shriek. No, it was something outside. A siren, wailing ever louder as it drew closer. Lights flashed in the corner of her vision. She moaned and closed her eyes against the pain.

The voice whispered over her, husky and gentle. “You’re all right now. You’ll be all right.”

Now 99 cents at Amazon! - Kris Bock at Amazon


Visit all the Book Hooks from #MFRWHooks-You might find your next great read! 

Kris Bock writes romantic suspense novels set in dramatic Southwestern landscapes. Whispers in the Dark brings a gothic drama to an archaeology dig at ancient Southwest ruins. In What We Found, a young woman’s life swiftly changes when she finds a murder victim in the woods. In Counterfeits, an artist heads back to the children’s art camp she once knew well – but danger awaits.

The Mad Monk’s Treasure follows the hunt for a legendary treasure in the New Mexico desert. In The Dead Man’s Treasure, estranged relatives must follow a series of complex clues in a competition to locate a buried treasure. In The Skeleton Canyon Treasure, reader favorites Camie and Tiger the cat help a mysterious man track down his missing uncle.

Read excerpts at www.krisbock.com or visit her Amazon pageSign up for the Kris Bock newsletter for announcements of new books, sales, and more.

Friday, November 16, 2018

A Hot New Read from Paris Brandon: Cassidy's Touch (Cassidy's Touch Series Book 1) #PNR #Fantasy #Romance


 
Cassidy’s Touch by Paris Brandon
Book 1 in the Cassidy’s Touch series
Her gift is a double edged sword. Will it be enough to save a cursed bootlegger from becoming a demon’s prize?
The least of reality show host Cassidy Spencer’s worries is banishing the ghost of a handsome bootlegger who disappeared after being accused of murdering his best friend’s fiancĂ©e. According to an expert, her ghost isn’t a ghost and if she doesn’t use her psychometric ability to find his body before the witch who cursed him does, he could end up enslaved by a demon for eternity.
Chance Coraggio doesn’t remember anything before he could walk through walls and that includes the crazy woman telling him he’s been asleep for nearly a century. The life he should’ve lived has been stolen. All the people he has ever loved are dead—and it turns out the crazy woman isn’t as crazy as he’d hoped.
But waking Chance is only half the battle. Now, both are bound by blood to a demon’s curse. To break free, they must find out who is coming for them and why. Because the only reason for a sleeping curse that has lasted almost a century lies somewhere in a past that Chance can’t remember. 
*Previously included in The Shadow Files, limited edition boxed set.
  
PG13

She stripped off the rest of her clothes and tossed them into the bathroom wicker hamper before stepping into the large clawfoot tub and drawing the ivy-patterned shower curtain around the circular rod. The trickle of tepid water from the calcium-encrusted shower head cooled her off a bit, but she probably ought to consider buying a new filter. She closed her eyes and put her head under the stream.

And once again saw the sudden terrifying vision of Marian Collier’s killer, calmly slicing off her swollen finger and stealing her wedding ring. Nausea rolled through her, and she almost tore the shower curtain off the rod when she reached for the wall. Not that it made her any steadier. Any normal person would have been sick if they saw the scene each time they closed their eyes. She was far from normal. She needed a way of draining her body of the malevolent energy she’d absorbed from the Collier reading, otherwise her symptoms were going to make life intolerable.

During her hiatus from the show, she planned on exploring the possibility of visualization as a way of handling the aftereffects of her little gift. Learning to concentrate for longer than five seconds might enable her to “see” the headaches and tremors float away, absorbed by the atmosphere instead of another human being. That would be a plus if the opportunity for another relationship ever arose. Which wasn’t likely to happen anytime soon.

Because, as much as she wished otherwise, she couldn’t imagine anyone not caring that she had the ability to read them through any object they’d touched.

She’d know if they were lying or cheating.

She’d know if even for one brief moment they hated or feared her.

Oh, hell; enough of the pity party.

The water was cooling faster than it should have. She tried adjusting the temperature, but it never got any warmer, and she added a water heater to the growing list of items the house might need. If she ended up keeping the house, it wouldn’t be a huge problem in the summer, but a winter in Kansas City spent taking tepid baths wasn’t an option she wanted to entertain.

She turned off the shower and pulled open the curtain. A shadow was there one moment, filling a corner of the room, and gone the next. It was almost as if the lights had flickered on and off. Fabulous. Whether she stayed or not, she’d need an electrician.

And she probably shouldn’t trust the fuses to hold up under the addition of a small window-unit air conditioner until she had the place checked out.

Stepping over the rolled lip of the tub, she grabbed for a fluffy white towel and blotted her hair and body but left enough droplets behind to help keep her cool for as long as possible. Wrapping the towel sarong style, she padded down the hall.

The water on her back and chest had evaporated by the time she’d made it to her small square bedroom. Sunrays filtered through the leaves of the huge old tree outside her window, leaving a dappled pattern on the crisp, white cotton sheets she’d found in the linen cupboard. They’d been tied with a rose-pink satin ribbon and still held a trace of her aunts’ loving attention within its threads.

She exchanged the towel for a short white cotton robe and turned away from her reflection in the cheval glass at the foot of the bed. The shower hadn’t helped her look any less tired. This season had been brutal. Between the nonstop shooting schedule and trying to deal with her grief she’d been on autopilot with barely a minute to breathe.

The room was marginally less stuffy since she’d turned on the ceiling fan. Closing her eyes, she tried to envision the sharp shards of emotional energy dissolving in a shower of soft, warm sparks that cascaded over her and into the ground. Instead the shards clung like dark magnets against her skull.

She was lousy at this.

A breeze chilly enough to raise goose bumps washed over her bare arms. A shadow flickered across the mirror. She blinked and for the second time that afternoon caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

The pale ivory curtains covering the windows on either side of the wide mahogany dresser had stopped rippling. The air around her was still—and cold.

“Are you Cassidy?” rasped a voice that sounded as if it were filtered through a layer of dust. “Maude said that you could help me.”