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, LYNN NODIMA, and her favorite recipe for LEMON BISQUE RECIPE!!
Texas Ranch Wolf Pack Series Book 1
BY LYNN NODIMA
Werewolves are real?
When San Antonio Police Detective Nate Rollins rescues Janelle from two men trying to kill her, he is stunned to learn she’s a werewolf. Worse, the two men trying to kill her are werepanthers responsible for the deaths of her pack.
Now, Nate must use skills he learned as a former Marine to keep them both alive.
As if fighting for their lives isn’t enough, Janelle’s green eyes tempt him to abandon his life’s plan of finding a nice, normal girl and having a nice, normal family. No matter how he looks at it, a werewolf girl just isn’t normal. As Nate struggles to keep them alive, his infatuation with Janelle becomes an obsession. He’s determined to save her . . . even if it costs him his life.
But things are not as they seem. Nate has a secret even he doesn’t know. A secret concealed by the medallion Nate’s father gave him before he died. A secret that could be even more dangerous to all humans than the werepanthers are to him and Janelle.
Will Nate give up his lifelong dream of normal to pursue the heart of the girl he’s learning to love?
Are they both destined for the same fate as her pack?
Janelle stepped back into the deep shadows of an alley, sniffing the air. Bustling pedestrians rushed past her on the city sidewalk, not noticing her still form. So many people. So many cars. So many scents to sift through. For a moment, she thought perhaps she imagined the strong werecat smell, then a light breeze caressed her face, and she caught it, again. Sniffing several times, she finally located the source. Two men, one blonde and the other brunette, stood on the sidewalk across the street, the blonde talking on a cell. The brunette sniffed to catch her scent. Both were dressed in dark jackets and black jeans. The one on the phone turned to look back up the street. His jacket fell open, and Janelle saw the gun holstered beneath his arm.
The traffic signal at the corner north of her changed to amber, then red. Cars on her side of the street slowed and stopped, while vehicles in the opposite lanes slowly picked up speed. All this was peripheral awareness, while she searched for a way to get away from the two men. She glanced behind her and muttered a curse when she saw the alley ended in a brick wall. Anger simmered, bringing a red glow to her eyes. It’s not enough they slaughtered my pack, now they are hunting me.
Feeling the charge of electricity dance across her skin that preceded the change, she realized her eyes were glowing red. She looked down at the pavement and struggled to control herself before she changed and gave herself away. One cat she might be able to fight off. Not two. And not in front of humans. With no other options, she glanced at the vehicles stopped between her and the werecats.
A mom with two kids in the back. A harried cab driver arguing with his passenger. Two young women dancing in their seats to the beat of the dashboard radio. A black SUV, windows down, a man tapping his thumb impatiently on the steering wheel, while waiting for the light to change. He smelled different, almost familiar. That one. Just as the light changed, she slipped out of the alley. As he started to slowly accelerate, she rushed to the SUV, reached through the window, snapped the button to unlock the door, jerked the door open, slid in beside him, and slammed the door.
Startled, he slammed his foot on the brake. “What?”
“Hey, you!” The shout came from behind and across the street.
Janelle threw a glance over her shoulder and saw the two werecats start across the empty lanes on the other side of the street toward the car. “Please, mister,” she said, hating the fear that shook her voice, “there are two men trying to catch me. If they do, I’m dead.”
In the corner of her eye, she saw his eyebrows climb, as he turned to follow her gaze. When he saw the two men rushing toward them, he whipped around and accelerated, catching up with the traffic, then passing other vehicles. He drove for several minutes. When she could no longer see her pursuers in the back window, she let out a shaky sigh and turned to face the front of the vehicle.
“Who are you?” he asked.
Janelle studied his profile. Adonis in a t-shirt, she thought, then mentally scolded herself. He looked kind, but with humans, you never knew. She looked away. “Nobody, really.”
“Uh huh. Who were they?” The annoyance in this tone pulled her gaze back to him. This time, his gray eyes caught her gaze.
She touched her bottom lip with her tongue, trying to decide just what to tell him. “Hunters.”
“Why?” He pulled into a parking lot, nosed into a parking space, and turned off the engine.
Janelle’s eyes grew wide when she looked up to see the Police Department sign over the building in front of them. “Umm. Thanks for the ride.” She opened the door and started to step out.
His hand caught her left wrist and pulled her back into the SUV. As he stretched, a bronze chain glinted beneath the edge of his collar. “Not going to happen, princess. Tell me what’s going on.”
For a moment, Janelle thought about taking his hand off at the wrist, then realized attacking someone on police property would not be the best idea she had today. Besides, it would get blood on her clothes. She might not be a princess in the way he meant the word, but she abhorred blood. Definitely not a common trait among her kind.
She swallowed hard and took the time to glance around. Even here, the cats would attack. They were not concerned about human witnesses as her Alpha taught her to be. Seeing only normal human traffic and movement in the area, she sniffed to be sure. Finally feeling safe, at least for the moment, she settled back into the bucket seat and looked at him. The impatience in his face was reflected by the thumb again tapping the steering wheel.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t drag you inside for an interrogation.”
Her right eyebrow quirked. Insolence or concern? she wondered. She slowly, but firmly, pulled her wrist from his grasp. Hands folded in her lap, she bowed her head for a long, slow breath, then tilted her head to look at him. “Who are you?”
“Kind of late to ask, isn’t it?” He pulled his wallet from his jacket pocket and flashed a badge at her. “Detective Nate Rollins, San Antonio PD. Now, who are you, and what is going on?”
Janelle bowed her head again. Wonderful. All the cars in San Antonio and I had to choose a cop’s car.
Nate Rollins studied the quiet blonde. With her head bowed, her long hair the color of the full moon on a clear night obscured her face. The slender hands in her lap were white-knuckled as if she was trying to still the fine tremors he felt when he caught her wrist. She was terrified, and he wasn’t letting her go until he knew why.
“I have to go,” she finally said. “They’ll be after me.” She bit her lip as if she realized that probably wasn’t the thing to say to a cop.
“Who are they? Why are they after you?” He tried to infuse patience and concern into his voice and was rewarded by a quick glance from her gorgeous blue eyes. Mentally, he slapped the side of his head. Yes, she’s gorgeous, he told himself, but she’s in trouble, so cut it out.
“You wouldn’t believe me, even if I could tell you. Please, just let me go.” Her soft fingers touched the back of his right hand. “You can’t help me, and they will kill you if you try.”
“I believe they will try. I want to help you, anyway.” He grinned his crooked grin at her, the one his buddies called the ‘lady-killer.’ Not that it did him any good. He just wasn’t interested in the women he knew, but it sure seemed to help when questioning suspects. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll make up a report.”
“No! It will just put you all in danger. They don’t care who you are. If you are helping me . . ..”
“I’m not going to let you go without some answers.”
Janelle sighed. She studied his eyes for a moment. He knew when she decided to trust him. Her expression changed. Not much, but enough. “Not here. Everyone you know is in danger if we stay here.”
Nate frowned. The precinct was probably the safest place in town. If she was right, and the men after her were that dangerous . . .. “If you don’t start talking, I’m going to drag you inside and put you into protective custody.”
“You couldn’t, even if you tried.” She reached out and caught his wrist, just as he had done earlier to her. “Try to get loose.”
He chuckled and pulled his hand. Her grasp tightened, and he felt the bones squeezed, tighter than a frail-looking woman should be able to grip. He blinked and jerked hard. Still, he couldn’t get loose. He felt sweat bead his forehead. His eyes narrowed, and his jaw ticked. Even using his other hand, he couldn’t pull loose from her hold. When her clutch tightened, he forced himself to relax. “Okay,” he said, striving to keep the pain of her vice grip around his arm from his voice. “You can let go, now.”
She released him. He whooshed out a breath and stared at the red fingermarks around his wrist. He stroked his arm and could feel the indentations she left in his flesh. “How’d you do that?”
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled for a second. Finally, when he thought she would refuse to answer, he heard her whisper, “I’m not human, Detective.”
Lynn Nodima’s two favorite activities are writing and reading. She learned to love telling stories from her tall-tale telling grandfather, her story-spinning father, and her mother’s round-robin storytelling games. Spinning yarns is in her blood, and she happily continues the family tradition.
The main difference is that Lynn writes her stories down to share with people she will never meet. Lynn writes paranormal romances/adventures, fantasy, and science fiction. Lynn Nodima is a pen name for Linda Pogue. Using her own name, she writes non-fiction, which includes textbooks and books for writers.
Lynn’s books do not contain profanity or details of sex and would be safe for young teens to read.
Links to Lynn’s website, blog, books, etc.
Available on Amazon only: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072FTCLR5
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NOTE FROM LYNN: This dessert was a favorite of the children who ate in the Liberty Hill, Texas, Elementary School in 1960 when my husband was in the fourth grade. It was so popular with the students, the cafeteria cooks gave the recipe to the teachers. Teachers wrote the recipe on the blackboard, and my husband copied it down to give to his mother. It’s been the family favorite ever since. Holidays always include this dessert. And it is especially good in hot summer months. I have rewritten the instructions in accordance with copyright laws.
LEMON BISQUE RECIPE
1 pkg. lemon Jell-O gelatin
1 cup hot water
1/4 cup corn starch
juice of 1 lemon (3 tablespoons)
2 cups crushed graham crackers
2 tablespoons powdered sugar
4 ounces melted butter
8 ounces cream cheese
1 cup sugar
2 tsp. vanilla
13 oz. can cold evaporated milk
- Refrigerate the can of evaporated milk overnight.
- Warm cheese to room temperature until soft.
- Dissolve Jell-O in hot water. Add corn starch. Mix until cornstarch is dissolved, then add lemon juice and set aside to cool.
- Combine cracker crumbs, powdered sugar, and butter. Mix well. Save 1/2 cup crumbs for the topping.
- Press cracker crumb mixture into a 9″X13″ pan, firm and even. Refrigerate while preparing filling.
- In a medium mixing bowl, add sugar and vanilla to cream cheese and mix well.
- Pour milk into a large cold bowl and whip until stiff.
- Slowly add gelatin mixture. Whip mixture together.
- Add cheese mixture. Whip until well mixed.
- Spread over graham cracker crust. Refrigerate overnight or 3 to 4 hours.
This recipe does not do well when doubled. After numerous times trying, I have learned to make them one at a time if I need more than one. For some reason, if you make more than one at a time, it never firms up.
NOTE: This recipe is also included on my original blog, Around Mom’s Kitchen Table.
Thanks, Lynn, for sharing your book with us!
Don’t miss the chance to read this book!