Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special** with ECHOES IN TIME (Esterloch Book 2) author, Stacey A. Purcell ~ #recipe Applesauce Cake

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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, STACY A. PURCELL, and her favorite recipe for APPLESAUCE CAKE!


Esterloch Book 2



Roark Foster kills at work. Truly. As a sniper for the Green Berets, he’s snuffed everything ever asked of him, including all emotion. That last part was easy. After the tragedies of his youth with a Native American heritage, his heart had to go—which makes it all the more difficult to return to Esterloch, NY, to settle the estate of his recently deceased mother. And to deal with the desperate stranger he finds lurking in his yard.


Dr. Monica Peterson’s first step was to hide. That’s why she came to this tiny upstate town, fleeing everyone and everything to stay safe. Next will come Plan B, when she thinks of it, but until then her secrets will stay her own. Yet one intractable soldier calls out to her with his hard eyes and harder body, promising both solace and ineffable danger. For the past is not a war you can escape, and every step with Roark will lead toward an explosion: of old enemies, of hidden pain, and of a love that can erase all want.

Esterloch Book 2

(Editorial Note: Edited for *F language)


They’re going to finish me this time.

Her face plowed into the soft, moist dirt. Leaves and twigs scraped her cheek, stinging, but seemed no more painful than a mosquito bite compared to the rest of her body. As quickly as she was pushed down face-first, her attacker flipped her over and slapped a large hand over her mouth. He straddled her while gathering her flailing arms easily with his other hand.

Please, she prayed, make it quick.

It was unlikely she’d survive another round of “persuasion.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gave up the struggle. Every move she made increased her pain quotient a thousand times. If they were going to kill her, she wouldn’t fight. Hair, dirt and leaves were flung across her face, blocking any sight of her attacker.

Good. She didn’t want to see him anyway.

She waited for a blow. Nothing came. Instead of giving her false hope, it made her sob louder. This sorry piece of work was playing with her. Making her wait.

“Shut up,” the man growled.

She couldn’t. No power on earth could make her stop crying. Pain and fear melded into an ugly cold instrument of torment.

He pushed down harder on her mouth. “Shut the f*(k up.”

Tears flowed in earnest as she tried to shake the punishing hand off her mouth. She screamed through her throat. Agony invaded every molecule of her battered being, taking her beyond caring what was going to happen.

The man shifted his weight to sit more squarely on her chest while yanking her hands tighter in his. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

A bone moved. She jerked. Tortuous misery flashed across her chest and blessed darkness engulfed her.


“What? What the…” She had gone limp and stopped moving. “Hey.” He shook her hands to wake her. They fell to the side when he let go. She was out. The question was why. He hadn’t hurt her although he could have quite easily. For a burglar, she sucked.

Curiosity drove him to brush the tangled wad of leaves and hair off her face. He pulled the flashlight out of his pocket to get more light than what the measly porch light offered. He wanted a better look at his burglar. What he discovered shocked the hell out of him.

This girl looked more like an angel than a wood-clubbing thief. He pulled on his beard while he mulled over her finely arched eyebrows, high delicate cheekbones, skin like his mother’s porcelain china and soft, plump lips that begged to be kissed.

Whoa, Foster. Get your head off that track and back on to what you’re going to do with her.

A quick threat assessment told him she wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. Why had she passed out? The way she screamed suggested pain and a lot of it. He knew he hadn’t caused it so the next step was to find the source. Everything checked out until he got to her stomach and rubbed against something rough underneath her shirt. He unbuttoned the cotton blouse and pushed it back.

Holy crap.

Someone or something had used this sweet little body as the end point of a wrecking ball and had beat the shit out of her. Purple and blue bruises bled out from under her makeshift bandage and bra. Her shoulder was swollen with four oval bruises, about an inch apart, covering the space beneath her clavicle.

Duct tape held her together. He’d seen some of the guys do this in the field to support busted ribs until they could get back to base and pain meds.

Confident she was no threat to his safety, he gently lifted her off the ground and headed into the house.

Even unconscious, her face tightened in a grimace as he jostled her in his arms. It must hurt like a motherf*)ker. Her head rolled into his chest making him catch his breath. She was…a woman. A good-looking woman. One, despite her condition and what she had been about to do, made him think about things he had no business thinking.

It had been far too long.

He shouldered open the front door and brought her straight to the couch, where he stretched her out. Before he called Todd to come haul her ass to jail, he wanted to find out what she thought she was doing. It was clear as a bell she wasn’t a career criminal and she had no survival skills to speak of. So why does a woman like this go sneaking around a house in the middle of a forest if she wasn’t looking to do a heist?

And why do it all banged up?

Too many questions and he wanted answers.

Roark took the stairs two at a time to snatch up his first aid kit. He grabbed the ammonia ampoule and headed back down. Maybe she had been in a car accident. Whatever happened, it did an ugly number on her.

He crushed the small container and waved it under her nose. She jerked her head back and forth to escape the noxious odor, but he followed so there was nothing she could do but breathe in the sharp chemical.

“No. Get away from me.” She slapped half-heartedly at his hand, a southern accent thick and slurry.

Once she came into contact with his body, her eyes flew open and there was no doubt of the message. Pure terror. Instead of struggling, she went still as if she were positioned to take a punch. Shallow pants increased in speed.

Broken ribs and abject fear were not a good combination.

“If you’re going to kill me, do it quickly. Please.” She stared at the screen door, refusing to look back at him.

“Kill you? What the hell?” He pulled on his beard. It was hard to decide where she fell on the crazy meter. “Did you escape from a hospital? Are you lost? Because if you’re a burglar, that was an epic failure.”

That did the trick. After a pause, she turned her head to look at him. “What are you talking about? Aren’t you here to kill me?”

“Okay. That’s it. You’ve got to be batshit crazy.” He headed to the phone to make the call he kicked himself for not making sooner. “Lady, you were the one sneaking around my mother’s house.” He punched in Todd Hutchins’s number, the new sheriff in Esterloch.

“Your mother’s…wait a minute. Are you Roark?”

“How do you know my name?” The phone buzzed in his ear with each unanswered ring.

“I’m Monica Peterson.”

About Author Stacey A. Purcell… 

Texas girl by birth, child of the world by choice.

While I was born in Texas, it was a momentary lay-over on our way back to Venezuela. My dad was in the oil industry and that allowed me to have my backyard in countries like Norway, Malaysia, Singapore, and Thailand. I never lived in the U.S. until my mom dropped me off for college in New Orleans. Talk about culture shock!

I earned my undergrad (French Literature and Education) and grad (Early Childhood Development) degrees from Tulane University. As soon as I finished, it was back off to Malaysia to teach! After that, I was on my way to work in Beijing when my grandfather became ill and I returned to Texas. I met my husband on an airplane and the rest is history. We now have two kids and hop planes whenever we can.

I’ve dabbled in writing my whole life. When I was a kid, I used to write and paint my own illustrations! The first “novel” I wrote (if you could call it that) was on hotel stationary while we spent the summer in London for my father’s job. The hotel staff would slip me tons of extra pages so I could finish the story. A passion that led me to being published on Amazon!


Links to Stacey’s Website, Books, & Social Media:




Website: http://www.staceyapurcell.com/

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


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1-1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup butter
3 eggs
2-1/2 cups flour
3/4 cup buttermilk
1-1/2 cups warmed cinnamon applesauce
1 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
1 tsp. nutmeg
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. cloves
1 cup raisins (optional)
2 cups chopped pecans (optional)

Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs. Mix dry ingredients together. Dribble in to mixer, alternating with the buttermilk. Add warm applesauce. Fold in raisins and nuts. Pour into 2 bread pans or one large roasting pan.

350 degrees for 45 minutes for bread pans. 1hr. 15 min. for roaster.

A NOTE FROM STACEY: This recipe was handed down from my great grandmother- Amelia May Foster. (The hero’s last name is Foster and my heroine calls upon her Grandmother Amelia for guidance!)


**SPECIAL GIVEAWAY**: Stacey is giving away an ebook copy of ECHOES IN TIME to two lucky winners who comment on her Karen’s Killer Fixin’s blog.

Thanks, Stacey, for sharing your book with us!

Don’t miss the chance to read this book!

23 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special** with ECHOES IN TIME (Esterloch Book 2) author, Stacey A. Purcell ~ #recipe Applesauce Cake”

  1. Good morning, Stacey, and welcome to Karen’s Killer Fixin’s! I loved your excerpt. So scary and intriguing! Can’t wait to read this book. Love the recipe, too. I’m going to have to try it with some of my homemade applesauce. I have plenty! 🙂 Thanks for sharing your book and favorite recipe with us today.

    1. Thanks for having me here. Unfortunately, I spent a good part of the day in the E.R. with my 20 yr. old who had sliced open his finger to the bone. Sigh. It’s been one of THOSE days! Although I’m glad it happened at home and not while he was at school.

        1. It’s his middle finger which is now sewn back together and sporting a big white bandage. He can do a one finger salute to the world without getting in trouble! He and his buddy were at the gym working out and a large weight disc smashed the end of his finger…it looked like it exploded out the end! ACK!!! But all’s well that ends well!

          1. It will take awhile but I think he will do fine. He’s propped on the back porch with a cold drink and his computer. Life is pretty good! (The pain meds help too!)

  2. Holy cow! This will get your attention! Thanks for the introduction and excerpt, Karen and Stacey. I’m going to be looking forward to reading this, in a well lit room!
    Thanks for the recipe, too.

    1. There’s nothing better than some warm Applesauce Cake and ice cream or a hot cup of tea or coffee.
      I grew up overseas and every Christmas morning this would be breakfast and we would turn the air-cons down so the house would be chilly and we’d pretend it was a winter’s day…kind of hard in Malaysia and Singapore!! 🙂

  3. This sounds like an intriguing book! I’m guessing I should read the first book in this series first,

    I made a screenshot of the Applesauce Cake. It has less sugar than most. As a diabetic, that’s important.

    1. Hi There-
      This is the 2nd in the series, but I wrote each one so they could act as a stand-alone. I’d love for you to read Echoes of the Heart as well, but it’s not dependent on you enjoying this one.
      Since sugar is a worry for you, I often will make it with Stevia Blend which also helps to lower the glycemic level further! I’m glad you’ll be able to enjoy it!

  4. After reading the excerpt of “Echoes in Time”, I wish it was even longer. I didn’t want it to end. Now I want to read the book to find out who beat her and why. Then there is Roark. I have to find otut how he fits in.
    I haven’t heard of you before Stacey. After reading this excerpt, I believe reading this book will give me reason to read more by you. I was so drawn in from the first few pages. I’ll have to sign up for your newsletter.

    1. I’d love for you to sign up for the newsletter! I promise to only send something out when I truly have something to share.
      I have a great big smile on my face reading your comment! This is only my second book published so far and it’s been a wild ride. A friend of mine said that if we make people ask questions and want to find out the answers, then we’ve done our job. Yay! You’re asking lots of questions!! 🙂
      I’m so happy you enjoyed it.

  5. The recipe almost looks as good as your book sounds. 😉 Thanks for sharing them with us and for the chance to win a copy. 🙂

  6. I loved your excerpt and that recipe looks delicious!! I will be looking for your book in order to read more of this story. You have intrigued me!!

    1. Oh Eileen, your words are like gold to me! Thank you so much. The recipe is a family favorite that has been passed down for several generations and I think it’s delicious.
      Glad you stopped by today to check out my new book and recipe.

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