|Cherie Marks, Author|
My grandmother is the best cook in our family, but don’t ask for a recipe. Oh, she’d gladly share it, but the truth is, it’s never the same twice. Yet, her food is delicious every time.
My memories of my grandmother often revolve around food. When I was very young and spending the weekend with her, she’d stay up late with me (I was a nightowl even then) and feed me strawberry milk and just-jelly sandwiches. Only a grandmother could get away with that.
Her traditional southern cooking is still my favorite. I’d choose Granny’s fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, pinto beans and creamed corn over any four-star restaurant meal. I’m not the only one. Granny’s rolls are well-known up and down the country road she lives on.
But my favorite memory recently was this summer when I was able to help her fix breakfast for our family on our vacation and a trip to The House of Blues for a Gospel Brunch with my father and her. These are two memories that will stay with me forever.
Food plays a big role in my short story, INTO THE FIRE. The hero and heroine are chefs with a romantic past, but are now competing against each other and trying to resist a sizzling attraction. I loved writing this story and watched shows like Top Chef and Iron Chef America to get ideas.
Now I’d like to hear from you. Any food linked to your memories? Comment here to be entered into a drawing for a PDF copy of Into the Fire.
Months after he stole her affections—then her executive chef position—Shyann and Luke meet again under sizzling circumstances, competing head-to-head on a televised cooking show called Kitchen Twist. Each arrives with a motive: Luke intends to win back Shyann’s heart, even as she wants closure on the not-so-tasty heartbreak he once served up.
Luke knows culinary masterpieces require a delicate touch, but that knowledge is tossed out with the leftovers as he works to show Shyann he’s not such a bad guy. Now he pushes his skills to the limit to win the competition and satisfy a bet.
Can two top chefs resist each other as they move out of the pan and into the fire?
Silence reigned for half a minute before he reached out a hand and touched hers like a breezy whisper. Her head went a little fuzzy at the warm contact. He shouldn’t still be able to affect her so strongly.
“I regret it went down the way it did, but why did you show me the exit before giving me a chance to explain, not to mention—dress? Enlighten me, sugar cheeks?”
With a jerk, she pulled her hand free. He was really asking for it. Sugar cheeks? Seriously? Now she knew he was only messing with her. She could give as well as she got.
“Tell you what. You win tonight, and I’ll give you your chance. You lose, we go our separate ways, and you walk out all by yourself, big boy.”
A crooked grin formed on his face as he reached a hand toward her hair. He fingered an escaping curl before she pulled away, leaving his hand hanging in mid-air.
“You can call me big boy all you want, but I’ll do you one better. How about if I win, I take you to dinner, and you let me explain the whole situation?”
She felt her eyebrow rise and knew he’d read it as interest, but she didn’t care at the moment. “I honestly don’t want to hear any explanation from you now or ever, but if I win? Which I will, of course.”
“Then I’ll leave it up to you. If you want me to walk away, I will.” He took a step closer, placed his hand on her shoulder, and leaned down, his mouth right next to her ear. “But if you want me to call you darling, sweetheart, and sugar cheeks all night long, I’ll do that too.”
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INTO THE FIRE available at http://tinyurl.com/3mfn3zj from The Wild Rose Press,
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