Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special** with CRAZY HEARTS, A Steele Street Novella Mission Twelve #Contemporary #Military #Romance by Tara Janzen #Recipe ~ Pimento Cheese & Boozy Milkshake

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, TARA JANZEN, and her favorite recipe for PIMENTO CHEESE and BOOZY MILKSHAKE!


A Steele Street Novella Mission Twelve




Dylan had shown up in Colorado as a teenager on the run for his life.  He’d left his name behind, along with any record of his existence.  He had no family, no friends, and no connection to anyone in the world except the men out to find him and kill him.  And the last place in the world he thought they would ever look was Denver, Colorado.

He’d been right.


Within weeks of his arrival, he’d been scooped up by a crew of juvenile car thieves, and together they became legends on the streets of the Mile High City.  Years later, they are the legends known as Special Defense Force, SDF, an elite team of soldiers tasked by the United States government to protect the country from threats both near and far.

But you can never leave your past behind, and Dylan’s day of reckoning has come.  His long, lost past is headed straight at him at 100 miles per hour in a Porsche Cayman 718, and there isn’t anybody who can stop it.

A Steele Street Novella Mission Twelve


Editorial Note: Edited for language.

4th of July, Northeastern Colorado

THREE HOURS OUT OF GRAND Island, Nebraska, racing across northeastern Colorado at 100 mph, Liam Dylan Magnuson knew he wasn’t going to make it. He was going to die out here in the godawful middle of nowhere.

Tightening his hands on the steering wheel, he pressed down on the Porsche’s accelerator and took the 718 Cayman up to 110 mph. He was flying through the night, the full moon rising behind him, the road stretched out flat and straight ahead of him, black asphalt and yellow stripes running under his wheels.

Every breath hurt.

His body ached.

Blood ran down the side of his face and half a dozen other places.

Nate Martell had beaten the hell out of him in Grand Island, hit him again and again, and his own damn stepbrother, Tommy Dunstan, had cut him across the arm with a damn Bowie knife, but Liam hadn’t given up the name or the place they wanted so goddamn badly.

“Where you going, boy?” Tommy had demanded, shoving Liam up against the side panel of Nate’s Escalade. “Who you running to? You better tell me, boy, or there’ll be hell to pay.”

“Ain’t telling you nothing, Tommy.” He’d kicked out, trying to break free, and Bobby Lee Raynor had shot him – a hot gash across the top of his thigh meant to wound, not kill, but he still hadn’t given them anything, not the name of the man he was chasing down, and not the place where he hoped to hell he could find him.

F**k you, Big Jack Dunstan.

He should have ditched the car in Iowa, when he’d figured out Big Jack’s jokers had been tracking him since Chicago, but the Porsche was fast, really fast, and it had felt like his only chance. He’d been wrong, and he was paying for the mistake with every breath he took.

But the name, the name was still his to hold, the way he’d been holding onto it for his whole goddamn life.

He’d never spoken it to another living person, no friend, no pillow-talk girl, and most of all, never to his mother, Momma Margot, or the corrupt southern bastard she’d married, Big Daddy Jack Dunstan.

He’d told his bandmates everything during their long nights on the tour bus driving from one gig to the next, the good and the bad of his poor-little-rich-boy life – but not the name.

The name was his to hold, close to his heart, a balm to his soul – and now, out here on the Great Plains, the death of him, if he couldn’t outrun his stepbrother, Tommy, and the rest of Daddy Jack’s men all the way to Denver.

He put his chances at less than even, at best.

Ahead of him, a sudden curve snaked out of the dark night. He hit it, and the Porsche skidded hard to the outside edge of the pavement, the wheels spitting up gravel, the chassis shaking. He held the car with every ounce of strength he had, foot off the gas, his hands locked onto the steering wheel, and thank God, the Cayman stuck to the road. A second later, he fed the beast more gas and accelerated out of the turn, not daring to slow down, no matter how fast his heart was pounding.

He was so damned lost.

Liam had thought he’d seen it all, London, Sydney, Hong Kong, New York, Chicago, L.A., but he’d never seen this much empty – 360 degrees of empty with a few lights scattered through the darkness.

The only clue he had to his location was the Colorado state highway sign he’d passed five miles back.

“California,” he’d said, spitting out a mouthful of blood, when Tommy had asked him for the third time where he was going.

But he knew Tommy hadn’t bought the lie.

The bastard had been chasing him down since the first time he’d bailed out of boarding school. He’d been fourteen years old, and it had taken Tommy two months to catch him down in the Florida Keys.

He didn’t know why his mother and Big Daddy Jack had bothered dragging him home every time just to send him away someplace else, someplace they thought could hold him. Hell, he hadn’t lasted a week in military school, and so it had gone, one school after another, until graduation, when they’d finally thrown up their hands, cut him loose, and let him go his own way.

But the game had changed when Tommy had shown up in Chicago, waving a letter from a New York City attorney about an inheritance. From that moment on, the game had gotten mean, and in Grand Island, out in the dark beyond the edges of an interstate truck stop, Tommy had taken it into the gutter.

Five million dollars could do that to a person.

A cool five million sitting on ice with Liam’s name on it.

Except it wasn’t his money, and the name on it, though exactly the same as his, wasn’t his. It never had been. Long before he’d come along, the name had belonged to someone else, a fifteen-year-old boy who’d done a helluva lot better job escaping Momma Margot and Big Daddy Jack than Liam had managed. That boy had disappeared and taken a new name, and Liam was racing toward Denver, holding it close, determined to find him.

About Author Tara Janzen...

TARA JANZEN is the New York Times and Nationally Bestselling Author of eleven Steele Street novels and one Steele Street novella, thirteen Loveswepts, a medieval fantasy trilogy beginning with The Chalice and The Blade, and the stand-alone adventure romance River of Eden. She has won numerous awards from Romantic Times and a RITA award.


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NOTE FROM TARA: I have seven Pimento Cheese Recipes, but this is the simplest one, and the one I always end up making – even for company.  So, in the other recipes, there are tons of things you can add to make it suit you – grated onion, chopped jalapenos, garlic powder, onion powder, shredded mozzarella (??!! Haven’t tried that – have you? ), and Worcestershire sauce.


4 oz. soft cream cheese
4 oz. jar diced pimentos
¼ c. mayonnaise
8 oz. shredded sharp cheddar cheese
Salt and pepper to taste

Add a bit of cayenne to taste (The hotter it is outside, the more cayenne I put in!)

Stir all the ingredients together, or mix with a blender, or a food processor.  Keeps in the refrigerator for a week – but NEVER lasts that long at our house!  Easy recipe to double or triple.

You can put Pimento Cheese on crackers, or make a sandwich with it, or eat it out of the bowl while sitting in a chair under a tree in your yard while you are also enjoying:

A little extra pick-me-up called Boozy Milkshake – (yes,  I made that up myself, as I did this yummy concoction!) – a hug from me to you while we’re all floating on troubled waters 🙂


Vanilla ice cream (as much as you want)

Peach slices (frozen or fresh or canned – whatever you’ve got.  Trust me, once it’s all in the milkshake, you won’t care where those peaches came from!)

Amaretto (again, as much as you want)

Put it all in a blender, whip it up, drink it down.  Love and hugs and Stay Safe!  TJ xoxo


**Special Giveaway** Tara will give away an ebook copy of CRAZY HOT, Steele Street Series Book One to one lucky reader who comments on her Karen’s Killer Fixin’s blog. Happy Reading!


Thanks, Tara, for sharing your book with us!

Don’t miss the chance to read this book!

18 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special** with CRAZY HEARTS, A Steele Street Novella Mission Twelve #Contemporary #Military #Romance by Tara Janzen #Recipe ~ Pimento Cheese & Boozy Milkshake”

  1. Wow….that’s an attention getter for sure! The story seems intense, but you have me wanting to know about all of the pieces and how the race to find someone to care for his wounds turns out. And that drink sounds super delicious!

    1. De-lish-us, Samantha, guaranteed! The whole Steele Street Series is pretty intense, lots of fun – bad boys, fast cars, hot women – most of the stories take place in 24 hours. The first book is CRAZY HOT, and we’re giving away a copy today – Good Luck! TJ xoxo

  2. This sounds like a “sat on the edge of my seat”, “couldn’t put the book down”, “kept turning the pages to see what was going to happen next”, until I finished the book type read! Thanks for sharing, Tara! The recipes sound really good. My mom used to buy pimento cheese sold in a juice glass, I first had that a good 73 yrs ago. Haven’t seen it in the store from some years now.

    Thanks Karen for introducing me to another new author!

    1. Oh, Judy, I know! Those juice glasses with the pimento cheese! Love the homemade kind MUCH better, and really love it in the summertime. Take care, love — TJ xoxo

  3. Not only a fabulous teaser but two very tasty sounding recipes!
    Think I’ll have to have all of them at the same time!
    Thanks, Karen and Tara.
    I remember the jars of pimento cheese, too. Used to make it when I worked in a tea shop in Victoria.

    1. Hi Kathleen – “Used to make it when I worked in a tea shop in Victoria” – geez, that sounds sooooo lovely. Thanks for checking in today! Hugs, TJ xoxo

  4. Good morning, Tara, and welcome to Karen’s Killer Fixin’s. Thanks for the recipe and double thanks for sharing Dylan’s story with us today. I’ve been waiting for that man! LOL So many lovely men in this series! This reminds me that I need to go back and reread them all. Pure pleasure reading. 🙂

    1. Hi Jacquie – Great to hear from you! And personal experience says a Peach and Amaretto milkshake is PERFECT on a hot summer day. While writing Crazy Hearts, I kept going back to earlier STEELE STREET SERIES books, and yes, I am still in love with the chop-shop boys – ALL OF THEM!! Hugs – TJ xoxo

  5. Oh my this excerpt is definitely an attention getter!! The story seems intense, but you have me wanting to know about all of the pieces and how the race to find someone to care for his wounds turns out. Thank you for sharing your recipes, that drink sounds super delicious!

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