Friday, November 22, 2019

Mindy Klasky Announces Eight Kisses, an Anthology of Hanukkah Romances!

More than Christmas is celebrated in December. Kwanzaa is a big one, but my guest today will share stories about relationships that occur during Hanukkah. We have Mindy Klasky to thank for sharing this special anthology with my readers. Take it away, Mindy!

Eight Kisses is an anthology of Hanukkah romance novellas—sort of a counter-balance to the winter season’s onslaught of Hallmark Christmas movies!  Some of our authors are USA Today bestsellers, and some of our authors are publishing their debut works.  Everyone, though, had the courage to respond to a call for submissions several months ago, offering up a true romance (Happy Ever After required!) with at least one main character who is Jewish. 

Book Blurb

Hanukkah is the Festival of Lights, celebrating an ancient miracle with candles, fried foods, and family gatherings. What better time to find true love?

From Regency Scotland to contemporary New York City, from sweet short stories to super-spicy novellas, Eight Kisses spreads a feast of love. Interfaith opposites attract. A small-town reunion offers a second chance. An interracial couple rises above initial misunderstandings. Online dating yields unexpected foodie dreams. A Jewish mourner discovers solace at a Catholic feast. A hometown visit heals old wounds. The girl next door is something more. Seasoned lovers reaffirm true love.

Move over Christmas movies! Spin the dreidel, gobble the gelt, and devour a tower of latkes as you read these tales of Hanukkah love!

Eight Kisses includes the following stories by USA Today bestselling authors, award-winning authors, and exciting debut authors:

Lori Ann Bailey – “A Highlander for Hanukkah”
Mindy Klasky – “Harmony Lights”
Rose Grey – “Can’t Help Falling”
Michelle Mars – “Frisky Connections”
JT Silver – “Love and Latkes”
Erin Eisenberg – “Hanukkah Kisses”
Lavinia Klein – “Bubbe Linda’s Menorah”
Lynne Silver – “Rededication”

Excerpt (from Mindy's story, Harmony Lights)

In retrospect, it was a good thing Abby Cohen wasn’t holding a skillet of boiling oil when she answered the front door.
In fact, when the doorbell rang, she was standing in the kitchen, sprinkling salt over the first batch of latkes. “Seth!” Abby called out to her good-for-nothing twin. “Could you grab that?”
But Seth was leading a take-no-prisoners game of dreidel in the sunroom, crowing with victory as he emptied the pot of gold-wrapped chocolate coins. He tuned out Abby as completely as he ignored the outraged wails from his trio of kids.
“That’s not fair!” shouted Abby’s youngest niece. “Daddy’s taking all the gelt! Bubbe!”
Deborah laughed from her grand-maternal roost on the couch. Her right foot rested on the battered leather ottoman, toes peeking out from an overstuffed nest of gauze and elastic bandage. In Abby’s expert opinion, her mother was still a week away from a hard cast. One month from a walking cast. Three from a full recovery. She’d mangled her ankle with one hell of a bad break.
Deborah shushed her granddaughter’s pouting, pointing to the plastic top in the center of the floor. “That’s the way the game is played. Now it’s your turn to spin. Maybe you’ll land on the gimel too.
As all the players ponied up to restock the pot, the doorbell rang again. Abby cast a weathered eye on her distracted family, adults and children alike, before she turned off the flame under her skillet of hot oil. The next batch of latkes would have to wait.
Her annoyance faded as she glanced into the parlor on her way to the door. The familiar brass menorah sat on a chipped white serving dish, secure in the middle of the card table Seth had carried up from the basement.
The blue candle in the first cup had already burned halfway down. The white shamash, the servant flame the kids had used to light the blue one, had burned even lower. Still, both candles flickered in the window, a beacon of welcome to the town of Harmony Springs.
Abby wiped her hands on her apron and opened the door.
And she barely managed to keep from slamming it closed again.
To be fair, Ethan Weiss looked as surprised as she was.

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Mindy is one of the Eight Authors and this is her bio:

USA Today bestselling author Mindy Klasky learned to read when her parents shoved a book in her hands and told her she could travel anywhere through stories. As a writer, Mindy has traveled through various genres, including cozy paranormal, hot contemporary romance, and traditional fantasy. In her spare time, Mindy knits, quilts, and tries to tame her to-be-read shelf. Connect with Mindy here:


Friday, November 15, 2019

Nancy Lee Badger Presents Susan B. James

I invited fellow Soul Mate Publishing author, Susan B. James, to share her new book with my readers. My big questions for her is...Why Irish Magic?

Thanks, Nancy. I wrote Irish Magic after a long-dreamed-for trip to Ireland where I visited Lisdoonvarna’s famed matchmaking festival. Since I didn’t find the festival as magical as I hoped I changed the name of the town to Cluhalaugh. This is my first contemporary romance. I skewed it with a tough of magic. I couldn’t find much about Leprechaun lore so I created my own legend where leprechauns could mate with humans, creating a half leprechaun. I also decided fairies could play be the same rules so there is a halfling fairy in the story. 

Book Blurb
What do you do when everything goes wrong?
Make a wish on a four-leaf clover, right?
There’s no other logical way out of it!

But a clover wish is a heart wish. Everyone knows that.
When part leprechaun, Bradley Flynn, is charged with finding Kate’s true love, he calls on retired matchmaker, Essie O’Callaghan, who happens to have a mission of her own.
Dr. Michael Walshe had a ring in his pocket when he walked in on his girlfriend sleeping with her costar. He wants no part of Essie’s plan to find him a wife.
Fate – or something more leprechaun-shaped – has Kate and the doctor both heading to Cluhalaugh, home to Ireland’s most famous matchmaking festival. And somehow their paths keep crossing. The more they see of each other the harder it is to resist exploring their reluctant attraction. Will Kate realize that Michael could be far more than the cure to her writer’s block?

The Abbey Court dining room was almost full. Kate slid into a seat at the long table next to a man holding up a copy of The Irish Independent. She snuck a look at the lead story. Irish Rail Joins Bus Eireann strike. Another plan down the drain.
“I thought we’d agreed not to eat here again.” Brad loomed over her, eyes bloodshot.
“You sound cranky. Have some coffee.”
“I am cranky. I wake up and you’re gone. Not even a note. I thought you’d run away.”
“If I’d run away, I would have left you a note. As it turns out, I’m stuck with you and Michael.” Kate pointed to the headline in her neighbor’s paper.
“That’s a relief. I wouldn’t want to lose you at this stage. Come on. Let me buy you a better breakfast.”
“I’m fine where I am, thanks. You go ahead.”
“Of all the stubborn . . .” Brad stomped off muttering under his breath.
The jam pot was empty. Kate crunched her dry toast, washing it down with coffee. At least it was free.
Brad returned with two Styrofoam cups of coffee and a plate of toast. “Jam pot’s empty.
“I know.”
He snagged a pot of jam from the adjoining table and sat next to her. He chugged the first cup of coffee. Picked up the second. “What are you studying so intently?”
“The plan for what was supposed to have been my bus trip.”
“You crossed out Blarney Castle.”
“I had to. Michael said he was giving us a ride to Galway. Blarney Castle’s in the south of Ireland. I thought I could get a train and meet you in Galway. The train map said it was possible. Except there’s no train.” Kate put her notebook back in her purse. “I’ll go check us out.”
“You have to go to Blarney Castle. You’re a writer. It’s your duty to kiss the Blarney stone. I’ll handle Michael.”
“Do you really think you can convince—”
“I do. It’s a lovely drive from Dublin to Blarney. We’ll take the coastal route and spend the night in Cork.”
Kate marveled at the ease with which Brad persuaded Michael to take the detour. Once Brad pointed out that Blarney Castle was only three and a half hours from Dublin and that among other things, it was famous for its poison garden, Michael agreed instantly. Very natural. What doctor wouldn’t want to visit a poison garden?

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More About the Author
Susan writes second chance romances with a touch of magic as Susan B. James and children’s books as Susan J. Berger. She writes older heroines because she is chronologically gifted and enjoys creating characters who remember that change is only on the outside. Inside our older shells is a much younger psyche. Her second book, Maybe This Time, won the 2019 Raven award for Best Contemporary, the 2019 Readers favorite Gold medal in Time travel and was runner-up for the 2019 RONE Award for Audiobook-General. The audiobook will be out in December 2019. Susan’s other career is acting. On IMDB She is Susan Berger. Connect with her here:

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Friday, November 1, 2019

Autumn Maple and ButterSCOTCH Scones

Fall is in the air! To help celebrate the chillier temperatures that are heading our way, here in central North Carolina, I am sharing one of my favorite recipes.  

Nancy’s Maple & Butterscotch Scones
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 Tablespoon baking powder
¾ teaspoon salt
1/3 cup packed brown sugar
1 stick (½ cup) chilled unsalted butter
1 cup (8 oz.) butterscotch chips
½ cup chilled whipping cream
Maple Syrup

Preheat oven to 400℉/200℃/GasMark #6. Wisk together the flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar. Dice the butter and mix in with either your fingers or a pastry blender until small peas forms. Mix in chips with a fork. Measure the ½ cream, add the egg, and mix. Add slowly into the dry mixture, stirring with a fork. The dough should be lumpy and stick together. If dry, add a little more cream. Drop dough by 1/4 cupfuls onto large rimmed baking sheet, spacing apart (I always line mine with parchment paper). Bake scones until golden brown and tester inserted into center comes out clean, about 20 minutes. Remove to a rack, cool slightly. Brush tops with maple syrup. Makes about 14 scones. Enjoy!

Then, grab a book and read by the fire while nibbling on a maple and butterscotch scone. Need a boo idea? Check out these favorites of mine...

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