Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special** with JADE EMPIRE, Book One of Reign #Dark #Fantasy Author Toasha Jiordano #Recipe ~ Ring Sandwich – Italian


Karen’s Killer Fixin’s
**AUTHOR SPECIAL**
with TOASHA JIORDANO!

Welcome to my Friday bonus feature called Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special**!! Today, in lieu of one of my own recipes, I’m going to introduce you to a new author who will share one of her favorite recipes. Not only will you and I occasionally learn how to make something new and delicious, but we’ll get a chance to check out some wonderful authors. Introducing author, TOASHA JIORDANO, and her favorite recipe for RING SANDWICH – ITALIAN!

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JADE EMPIRE
Book One of Reign
BY TOASHA JIORDANO

Blurb

They stole her throne. Vengeance will steal her soul.

As a child, Genevieve watched her family die and her throne crumble. Sir Alexander, Queen’s Guard, stole her away to safety, before she could be next. Now she lives in exile, an aging Alexander her only connection to the changing world. Vengeance fuels her obsession with the dark arts. Then the visits stop.

Sir Alexander harbors a secret. On his deathbed, he reveals the whereabouts of Princess Genevieve, long thought dead at the hands of the Crimson King. With his dying breath, he swears his son, Alex’s, fealty to the rightful heir of Romedov.

When word arrives that the Jade King is letting Genevieve’s people starve to death, she must go to them. Unsure of her powers, and out of touch with the world, Genevieve sets out to destroy those who plotted against her. To do so, she must come face to face with the cabal who murdered her family and thought they murdered her.

With the intrigue of A Court of Thorns and Roses, the wrath of Ash Princess and the shock of Shatter Me, pick up the first installment of the Reign series now.

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JADE EMPIRE
Book One of Reign
BY TOASHA JIORDANO

Excerpt

Princess Genevieve stalks her prey. The beast must be massive to leave traces in this harsh snowstorm. Its prints fade into the frozen mud and are nearly covered with fresh snow. Only the deepest impressions of the heavy animal’s foot pad still remain. She pulls her tattered winter cloak tighter around her shoulders, places a hand back on the hilt of her dagger, and moves on.

The woods closest to her dilapidated cabin have been hunted out by her this harsh winter. Even the smaller rodents, which cannot fill her belly any more than the icy air she breathes, are sheltered from the storm. No, she is the only one crazy enough to be out in a storm like this.

Stop calling us crazy.

“You stop being so sensitive. If this were not a crazy venture, then we’d have found our shot long ago. This is the farthest we’ve gone into these woods in all our years out here.” Genevieve answers herself.

That may be well and true, but I do not have to sit idly by while you disparage us.

Genevieve shushes herself and shivers. “Maybe if you would stop yelling at me, we would not be scaring off the prey. Are not you hungry?”

Of course I am hungry.

Genevieve purses her lips then blows out a puff of air. “We both are. Let us not argue. My sincerest apologies.”

No response comes.

A couple more moments pass in silence as Genevieve waits and watches the whitewashed horizon. Her other self has a reputation of needing the last word.

When satisfied the argument has truly run its course, Genevieve once again adjusts the worn out gray cloak. The thick fur lining has long since given way to patchy clumps of matted hair. How long has it been since Ser Alexander brought it to her? Certainly not since her last growth spurt. The bottom hem of the cloak no longer reaches her knees and the clasp broke years before. Not for the first time, Genvieve’s heart breaks at the life she’s been forced into. Begging for scraps from a man her family once employed.

Genevieve pauses mid-step. Something feels off. She surveys the land before her, ears pricked like a cornered animal. The tips of her ears warm in warning. Danger is near.

Behind us.

Instead of turning to face her opponent – anything bad enough to trigger her inborne defense system is too dangerous to confront – Genevieve searches the barren woods for cover. In this bitter dead of winter, all the majestic oaks are twisted naked husks. Beyond them, stands walls of mountain ranges too precarious to attempt in her current attire. Snow blankets the summits and blends with the swirling air, distorting the skyline and making it impossible to judge distance.

Despite every part of her body screaming run, and no time for candles, Genevieve closes her eyes and whispers.

“Goddess burning bright
Guide me through this day and night
All of your love, light my way
‘Til safest night
Through darkest day.”

As the words leave her lips, Genevieve’s feet also leave the the snow covered ground. She raises her head to the heavens and allows the familiar rush of power to wash over her. When finished, she opens her eyes and sees the way.

A shimmering light dances in the air before her, impatiently waiting for her to rouse from the slight trance of her spellwork. With an imperceptible nod, Genevieve floats upright through the air, following the trail of light to safety. They rise, high above the young treelings and continue further past those ravaged by the unforgiving winter.

The scant gray cloak is no match for the torrent of arctic wind, though Genevieve tries to pull herself in. When she feels she can take no more, the edges of the cloak whipping around her, the light rests atop an elder oak and disappears between the spindly branches.

Genevieve picks up speed, desperate for shelter, and lands in the crook of two large limbs. She wraps the useless cloak around her front and huddles in.

Terror and cold are a haunting combination for Princess Genevieve. Memories of the last time she felt both in tandem claw their way to the surface. She sees a tall thin figure with the palest skin, dripping white diamonds of ice as she stalks closer to Queen Ivanna, Genevieve’s mother. The blinding vision is obscured by red, first of young Genevieve’s hair as she used it to cover her eyes, then the darker hues of her beloved mother’s blood.

A crackle in the distance startles Genevieve out of her wretched past, for which she’s momentarily thankful.

Below, the beast who nearly made lunch of her charges through the clearing. It’s larger than any bear she’s ever seen even in the leanest part of winter. The deep russet coat bristles in the cold, revealing a ruddy hide beneath. The animal sniffs the frozen air and turns, realigning itself with her scent. Moments later, it grunts and stalks over to the base of Genevieve’s tree, and sits.

Predator and prey lock eyes, Genevieve’s crystalline blue and wide, the bear’s glowing red. The beast opens its mouth in a bone chilling roar, revealing rows of sharpened teeth. A tracker.

About Author Toasha Jiordano…

Toasha Jiordano has been writing most of her life, as far back as she can remember. She still has many of her childhood notebooks filled to bursting with magical tales and daring escapades. She loves the smell of old books and the comfort of old furniture. That’s why most of her novels are written at an antique roll-top desk, which may or may not have a quill and ink set waiting for its next adventure.

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Links to Toasha‘s Website, blog, books, etc.

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I hope you enjoy the recipe Toasha is sharing today on Karen’s Killer Fixin’s. Happy Eating!

Karen

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NOTE FROM TOASHA: Originally found something similar on Yummly but made it my own.

RING SANDWICH – ITALIAN

1 circular pizza baking sheet
2 cans of crescent rolls

15 or so slices each of pepperoni, salami, pastrami, honey ham, turkey, and chicken… usually roast beef also

10-15 slices of swiss and or provolone
1 small bag of shredded mozzarella
1/2 cup of pizza sauce
3 Tablespoons of butter
1-2 cloves of garlic (or 1/2 tsp of minced garlic juice)
Vegetable spray
Salt, Pepper, Orgeano to taste

Preheat oven to 425 F

Spray baking pan with vegetable oil

Open & unroll crescent rolls one can at a time and separate along perforations. You should end up with a bunch of triangles.

Lay triangles out in circular pattern with the bases overlapping, usually takes 1-1/2 cans. (Should look like a sun when you’re done)

Spread pizza sauce generously around the inside of the ring.

Sprinkle shredded cheese generously on top of pizza sauce.

Layer one lunchmeat around ring on top of cheese, preferably touching or overlapping a bit.

Layer sliced cheese on top of lunch meat, leaving room for it to spread as it melts.

Continue layering meat and cheese until finished.

Salt, pepper, oregano to taste.

Close outer edges of each triangle on top of meat and cheese, tucking under as much as possible. Be careful not to bunch up triangles or make one breaded area too thick or it will be soggy.

Use remaining triangles to fill in holes and secure heavier sections, paying extra attention to sides.

Melt butter and garlic cloves (or juice) in microwave and spoon or brush on top and sides of ring sandwich.

Bake on top rack (so bottom doesn’t become hard) for 10-15 min depending on thickness, or until golden brown.

Cut and serve.

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Thanks, Toasha, for sharing your book with us!

Don’t miss the chance to read this book!

 

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5 Responses to Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special** with JADE EMPIRE, Book One of Reign #Dark #Fantasy Author Toasha Jiordano #Recipe ~ Ring Sandwich – Italian

  1. Both the recipe and the story sound great! Thank you for sharing.

  2. Kathleen Bylsma says:

    Not only an interesting read for aficionados but a tasty sounding recipe.
    Thanks, Karen and Tosha.
    Have a good weekend.

  3. Karen Docter says:

    Good morning, Toasha, and welcome to Karen’s Killer Fixin’s. I LOVE your cover! So pretty. I really enjoyed your excerpt and the premise of the story as well. I can’t wait to read it now that it’s on my TBR pile. I have to try this recipe one of these days, too. I miss Italian hoagies from the east coast and this recipe might be a nice “fix” for me. 🙂 Thanks for sharing your story and recipe with us!

  4. Teresa Warner says:

    The recipe and book both sound amazing! This sounds like an easy recipe, gonna have to try this one!

  5. Helen Rodin Drake says:

    Hi Toasha,
    Your book sounds fascinating and I preordered.

    Your sandwich looks delicious. Thanks for sharing.

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