Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special** with BINDING ARBITRATION, Chicago #Sports #Romance Book 2 by Elizabeth Marx #Recipe ~ Patin’s Cajun BBQ Beans

Karen’s Killer Fixin’s

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, ELIZABETH MARX, and her favorite recipe for PATIN’S CAJUN BBQ BEANS!


 Chicago Sports Romance Book 2


Through the corridors of the Windy City’s criminal courts, single mother Libby Tucker knows exactly how far she’ll go to save her cancer-stricken son’s life. The undefeated defense attorney is prepared to fight, but the cost of this victory requires revisiting old heartache.

Seven years ago, Libby had a one-night stand with Aidan Palowski that ended in a pregnancy and him deserting her at their college graduation. Libby has worked her backside bare for everything she’s attained, while Aidan has been indulged since he landed in a pile of Gold Coast money. Libby fears asking Aidan to live up to his biological duty could jeopardize the only thing the professional baseball player worships: his celebrity career. But when Aidan learns about his son’s desperate need, it pricks open the wound he’s carried since he abandoned Libby and the child.

All Libby needs is a little anonymous DNA, but Aidan wants to recapture all he lost the day he walked away from her. There’s more to settle between Aidan and Libby than heartache, redemption, and forgiveness because Libby might not be able to save her son without sacrificing her own heart.

This emotional new adult sports romance is the continuation of Cutters Vs. Jocks. https://books2read.com/u/me7Wvr

The first book in the Chicago Sports Series is FREE everywhere, CUTTERS VS. JOCKS is the story that leads to the events in BINDING ARBITRATION.

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 Chicago Sports Romance Book 2


Aidan 2:15 p.m.

Survival instinct is the reason I initially refused this meeting. Exposure being the next justification, because a potential scandal was the last thing I needed right now. I paced the sidewalk in front of the plate glass window, refusing to glance at my own reflection. I was avoiding the consequences of the only game, in thirty odd years, I hadn’t seen to completion.

Curiosity is what lured me here, like a die-hard Cubs fan to the seventh inning stretch. I wanted to face her and ease my conscience by laying all the blame on her locker room floor. I glanced at my watch and pitched myself across the threshold.

“Palowski,” the bartender sneered from behind a beer stein she was polishing, as if she were expecting me.

Gutheries was a local hangout two blocks from the ballpark in Wrigleyville. While I’d been here before, it wasn’t a regular haunt. I enjoyed the earthiness of its roughly carved bar and rugged, wide-plank flooring, but I lived in Lincoln Park, and neighborhood bars are a dime a dozen in Chicago.

The soft Irish ballads playing in the background gave me the impression I’d stumbled into an Irish wake, which wasn’t reassuring. Whiskey fumes and fish-n-chips filled the air, threatening to bring the bile up from my stomach. I shook off my nausea and concentrated on the sepia photographs that hung on the plastered, white-washed walls. The turn of the century photographs ran the gambit from immigrant families in tattered clothes to beefy brutes in the stock yards slaughtering cattle right off boxcars. The vast majority of the images appeared to have last been cleaned during that same era.

I was waiting at the ascribed place, at the assigned time like a cosseted schoolboy. I retreated to a table farthest from the surly barmaid, keeping a direct bead on the door.

Strike one. The ump who lived in my head grumbled.

“What’ll it be, glitter-boy? The bartender focused on the trash bags in her hands, instead of looking at me.

“Pale Ale.”

When she returned, she banged the beer on the table, a spray of foam danced across its top sloshing onto the sleeve of my coat. No napkin, no nuts, no apology. The feeling she’d like nothing more than to incinerate me along with the trash at the rear of the establishment snaked up my spine. She returned to her post in the watering hole and snapped the pages of the Tribune up in front of her, effectively obstructing me from her line of sight, but I heard her whispering into her cell phone.

A few gulps of beer later the small silver bell at the top of the frosted glass door chimed on a blustery wind. A tall woman, whose expensive boots looked like they’d never step foot in a place like this, swept through the entry and forced the door shut. She shook off her trench coat exposing a navy suit. Her lengthy chestnut hair was pulled back into a chic French twist with a silver barrette exposing a classic profile.

Her briefcase strained her delicate features, but at the same time anchored her, if only for the hesitant moment between each determined stride. I couldn’t pull my eyes away, as I stared at her from behind my shades. My pulse accelerated.

The woman took in the interior with a wide sweep of her head as the lenses of her glasses lightened. It wasn’t until she started toward me with her boots clicking the hardwood that I realized this ravishing woman was the one I never thought to see again.

That would be a curve ball.

All these years later, I couldn’t allow myself the luxury of a full recollection of time spent with her. That might’ve required admitting I’d never scratched my itch for her out. All the numerous women, every shade from platinum to strawberry- blonde, couldn’t dish out half the heartache a wild-haired brunette cutter had put me through with her flaming green eyes and a mouth so lush it made my tongue ache to taste it.

I swallowed a long swig of beer, the steely grain helping me bottle my reaction. I attempted to reconcile what I was seeing with what I had expected. She still had it, more of it—that special something some women have that first draws men’s attention—then buzzes their brains into crushed barley.

She hesitated in front of the table. I refused to stand and I didn’t remove my Oakleys. Let her stare at her own likeness, while I took my time studying the perfectly sculpted lines of her face, which lead to a defiant chin.

Libby tossed her briefcase between us on the tabletop, as if that paltry item could provide a barrier between us. I grinned at the thought of it until my dimple ached.

She perched on the edge of her chair.

I spun my beer bottle on the graffiti-riddled wood.

I watched her green eyes blink in agitation, her opal skin blanched to ivory and her overly generous lips flattened out. She threaded her hands together like an angry teacher about to reprimand an unruly schoolboy. We stared each other down.

“You’ve grown even more beautiful with time.” I saluted her charms with my bottle, arching a brow in challenge.

Her eyes enlarged for a second; the rest of her demeanor was a veiled mask of harnessed hostility. “Smarter too.”

She’s cute, cute, cute for a cutter,

She ain’t easy to fluster. I ignored the ump’s baritone. Libby’s calm demeanor gave the distinct impression that she was an Elizabeth now. “You always were too smart for your own good.”

I thought I saw an instantaneous spark of pain, but then her eyes bored into me. “Obviously not, or we wouldn’t be having this exchange.”

“Does that say something about me, or you?” I grinned.

“Whatever, I don’t care to rehash the past. And thank you, but no, I don’t care for a drink.”

“I don’t see what else we would have to talk about.” I shuffled in my seat, making to leave like a rude jerk.

She put her hand on the sleeve of my leather jacket holding me in place with those serious eyes, which I had been able to read once upon a time. “Don’t you?” A red flush crept up her neck, as she jerked her hand away, shaking it.

“Why don’t you dispense with the mystery, and tell me what you want? Just be prepared to get in line like everyone else.”

Libby swallowed. Whatever it was, she wasn’t any happier about asking, than I was about waiting. She fished around in her briefcase and pulled out a computer printed form. “All I need is a blood sample.” She pushed it toward me with a perfectly manicured hand.

My eyes went to the title on the form and my hands clinched the beer bottle. She held out all this time never asking for anything. I was about to get my biggest one-year paycheck, and somehow she not only knew the exact figure, she wanted a share. She thought I owed her something. I pushed the lab form back at her. “Why on earth would I want to do that?”

Her long dark lashes met her cheeks and her voice wobbled over words that had much of the emotion sucked from their core. “Because my child is dying from Leukemia, and you might be the only chance he has to live through the rest of this year.”

Strike two.

It was the second sucker punch I’d received today. My chest felt like someone had dropped a two hundred-pound barbell across it, when I didn’t have a spotter. When I caught my breath, I took in her serious bearing. Whatever I had anticipated this meeting would be about, it wasn’t some concocted story to see me again or even to blackmail me. She might’ve tried to check the volatility of her words, but the fear that washed her face was right below the surface, ready to erupt from her quivering lips.

She blinked in rapid succession before looking at me. She was angry and hurting and there were other emotions I couldn’t read in her fathomless eyes. But none of that could appease the beast raging in me. “You kept the kid?” I seethed.

About Author Elizabeth Marx...

Windy City writer Elizabeth Marx writes deeply emotional romances that take her readers on a roller coaster ride through desire and despair. Elizabeth’s cosmopolitan flair for fiction makes her unafraid to push you over that first drop just when you think you know what’s going to happen next. Her writing is described as hilarious, heartbreaking, and heartwarming. Her characters achieve the ‘happily ever after’ through a journey of poignant and passionate moments.

In her past incarnation she was an interior designer—not a decorator—which basically means she has a piece of paper to prove that she knows how to match and measure things and can miraculously make mundane pieces of furniture appear to be masterpieces.

Elizabeth grew up in Illinois but has also lived in Texas and Florida. If she’s not pounding her head against the wall trying to get the words just right, you can find her in her garden. Elizabeth resides with her husband and an Aussie wigglebutt.

Elizabeth has traveled extensively, but still says there’s no town like Chi-Town.


Links to Elizabeth’s website, blog, books, etc.:

Website: https://elizabethmarxbooks.com/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/emarxbooks/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorElizabethMarx

Twitter: https://twitter.com/emarxbooks

TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@emarxbooks?lang=en

Amazon Author Page: author.to/ElizabethMarx

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


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Note from Elizabeth: I lived in Texas for a few years and our neighbor, Troy Patin, who was from Louisiana made the BEST BBQ Beans I’ve ever had. These are a cross between traditional baked beans and a sweet and savory chili. If I’m invited to a BBQ this is my go to dish and I get sooooo many compliments. Thanks to Troy!!! You won’t be disappointed!!!

6-8 stalks celery diced
2 bell peppers diced
2 med onions diced
1 lb bacon sliced into 1″ strips
1 lb ground beef
1 lb ground pork (can substitute breakfast sausage)
1 bottle Tiger Sauce
1 botte BBQ sauce (Kraft)
1 T. soy sauce (salt)
2 T Heinz-57 sauce
2 T A1 Steak Sauce
2 T Lea & Perrins Worcestershire Sauce
Pepper to taste
5-6 Reg-sized pork and beans or 2-3 large cans, drain liquid from half


Fry bacon in skillet and then transfer into another pot leaving the drippings, brown onions, celery and bell peppers in bacon fat (do not drain fat away). At the same time you can brown the ground beef and pork in another skillet, drain fat and add to the pot with the bacon fat and vegetables. Stir all ingredients. Add all sauces: Tiger, soy, Heinz 57, A1, Worcestershire (except BBQ) and bring to a low simmer for 20 minutes. Then addd BBQ sauce & et simmer for 20 minutes. About 15 minutes before serving add partially drained cans pork and bans and keep on low heat.

Do not boil or beans will break apart. Enjoy!!


Special Giveaways: Elizabeth is giving away an autographed copy of BINDING ARBITRATION (U.S. Only,  or if an international commenter wins she will give an ebook copy of the three books in the Chicago Sport Series) to one lucky reader who comments on her Karen’s Killer Fixin’s blog.

Happy Reading!


Thanks, Elizabeth, for sharing your story and recipe with us!

Don’t miss the chance to read this book!

19 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special** with BINDING ARBITRATION, Chicago #Sports #Romance Book 2 by Elizabeth Marx #Recipe ~ Patin’s Cajun BBQ Beans”

  1. Thanks for introducing me to this new author. I always enjoy finding and meeting new authors and learning about them and their books. Elizabeth sounds like a great author. Would love to read and review the author’s books in print format. The book covers are intriguing.
    Reading the excerpt, review of book makes the book sound intriguing. Thanks for sharing the recipe. Appreciate that.
    I hope I’m the lucky winner of the autographed copy of the book BINDING ARBITRATION.
    Hope I Win.

  2. Good morning, Elizabeth, and welcome to Karen’s Killer Fixin’s. Libby’s character sucked me into the story already. Who can’t sympathize with a mother doing what she needs to do for his sick child? Her story promises to be a tear jerker. I can’t wait to read it. I love BBQ baked beans but have never seen a recipe with these ingredients. Can’t wait to try it, too. Thanks for sharing with us today!

    1. Karen,
      Thanks so much for having me. I enjoy introducing my work, discovering new readers, and sharing my culinary delights. It’s been a pleasure.
      Forgiveness is a four letter word: LOVE>

  3. Holy cow! You sure know how to grab our attention, Elizabeth! What an excerpt!
    The recipe sounds quite delicious, too!

    Thanks, Karen and Elizabeth!

  4. Thank you so much for sharing about your books, they sound intriguing! Thank you also for sharing your delicious sounding recipe. Have a Great weekend and stay safe.

  5. The book, along with the recipe, both sound delicious! I need to read the rest of the story. BTW, I grew up in Chicago but have been away much longer than I lived there. I still have family in the area though.

    1. Hi Eileen,
      Once you are a Chicagoan you’re always a Chicagoan!!! Chicago is definitely a character in this series. Thanks for stopping by and checking out my work.

  6. I was born on the south side of Chicago, but wasn’t raised in a sports loving family. Moved to a south suburb of Chicago in ‘70. My children and grandchildren are diehard Cub fans. I usually don’t read sport related romances. This one though, has me wanting to read it. There’s something about a parent/s that will do anything to save their child’s life. This sound like an excellent, tissues needed, book! Thank you for sharing it. The recipe sounds good also.

    Thanks Karen. Another new author you introduced to me!

    1. Thanks for stopping by Judy waving from the North Shore! This book does feature the closing pitcher of the Cubs, but the sports are just background to the story like any other hero’s backstory. Don’t forget to get the free copy of the series starter.

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