Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **AUTHOR SPECIAL**
with JACQUIE BIGGAR!

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, Jacquie Biggar, and her favorite recipe for WALDORF SALAD!

 THE REBEL’S REDEMPTION
Wounded Hearts #2
BY JACQUIE BIGGAR

Blurb

Jared Martin left Tidal Falls. Now, after eight years in the military he returns and finds out he’s a father.

When an old enemy follows and causes mayhem, can Jared overcome the odds to protect the woman he’s always loved, or will it be too late?

 THE REBEL’S REDEMPTION
Wounded Hearts #2
BY JACQUIE BIGGAR

Editor’s Note: Some editing due to language.

Excerpt

“Talk to me, Martin. So help me God, if you don’t answer…”

“They’re gone, Chief.” Jared hated even putting voice to the words. “That dirty mother-f###er took them and I couldn’t stop him.” Defeat and self-loathing turned his stomach inside out. He swiped a shaky hand down his face and smacked his thigh. “What am I going to do?”

“First, tell me what the hell is going on. Then call the local PD and tell them what you told me, understand?”

The impact of what had just happened hit him. He sunk to his knees, right there in the middle of the empty street. Lights had blinked on in the nearby homes. He could see families sitting down together for dinner, smiling, chatting, without a worry in the world.

“Did I tell you I have a son, Frank?” Jared kept his gaze focused on those happy families and slowly the ache in his chest turned to rage and retribution. “I have a son. That bastard Sergei Barnikov just signed his own death warrant. I gotta go, Chief.” He slammed the phone shut, jumped to his feet, turned toward the cop shop, and froze.

Annie faced him, fist pressed against her mouth. Her eyes shone with despair while tears streamed down her face. She stared at him with denial.

Fear.

Dread.

The fist lowered, reached for him. His feet unglued, and he hurried the last few steps to her side, grasping her cold hand. “Annie, I’m so sorry. I tried to stop him. I really did.”

“We were on our way to have some ice cream. I told the kids to put their bikes around back and meet me at Grace’s,” she whispered, all but shrinking before him. Jared gently pulled her into his arms and just held on. She resisted at first, then gave in. Her head nestled against his heart seeking solace as she leaned into him. “Why didn’t I follow them, Jared? I should have followed them.” She began to cry in earnest, big racking sobs that shook her whole body and soaked his shirt.

Helpless, Jared ran his hands up and down her spine. When the tears slowed somewhat he cradled her head and tipped it back so she’d look at him. Tears ravaged her face, bathed with light from the streetlamps. It broke his heart. He placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead. “Honey, it’s not your fault. Please, Annie, none of this is your fault, okay? Don’t blame yourself. If you want to hate someone, I’m the one who brought that pig to town, hate me.”

“Who is he, Jared? What does he want? Why did he take my babies?” Her voice rose with each question as panic set in. “How are we going to find them? God, what if he hurts them?”

He wished he had a positive answer to give her. He didn’t. Truth was, he had no idea what the Russian had planned. Best-case scenario would be ransom, or a swap. His worthless hide for the children’s. But he just didn’t know.

“C’mon honey, let’s head over to the police station. Maybe your friend Jack can help.” Right now Jared would take anyone’s offer of assistance.

Annie pulled away and rubbed her face on her sleeve before straightening her clothes. They moved quietly down the street for a few moments. “You know, don’t you?” she asked with a brief sideways glance, before turning her gaze back to the path they were taking.

Her words caused the last of his doubts to fade along with the anger and betrayal. “Yeah, I know.” He halted their progress and waited until she faced him. “He’s a beautiful little boy, Annie. We need to talk about this. Soon. But for right now, let’s just worry about getting them back safe and sound, okay?”

Annie sniffled and continued down the street, but not before she closed the distance between them and slid her fingers around his. Jared’s heart squeezed back.

About the author…Jacquie Biggar.

From the time Jacquie was twelve years old, she knew she wanted to be a writer. That year she wrote a short story called Count Daffodil after spending countless hours searching for ideas. The story garnered her an A and was read aloud through the school’s loudspeaker system. Needless to say, after that she was hooked.

Jacquie grew up, got married, raised a family and left her writing urges to simmer in the background unattended.

She owned and operated a successful diner in her hometown for a number of wonderful years before deciding to live her dream of becoming an author.

Links to Jacquie’s website, blog, books, etc.

Buy Link:
http://bit.ly/14PHxfM

Jacquie’s first book, Tidal Falls, a romantic suspense novel about second chances released September of 2014.

http://jacquiebiggar.com

http://Facebook.com/jacqbiggar

http://Twitter.com/jacqbiggar

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

Karen

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A Note from Jacquie: The holiday season is my favorite time of year. An air of festivity takes hold as stores bring out their Easter decorations and old time favorites play on the television.

One of my favorite Easter recipes came from my grandmother, Waldorf Salad. Every year I’d look forward to seeing that fancy glass bowl filled with chopped up apples taking pride of the place on our dining room table. Grandma’s donation to our holiday dinner.

We’ve kept the tradition going, even though she passed away a few years ago now. Now, when I look upon that simple bowl of salad every year, I feel her presence among us and smile.

In my romantic suspense series, Wounded Hearts, there’s a much loved café called Grits and Grace owned and operated by the hero of my second book, Jared Martin. I think Grace would like my grandma’s recipe. 🙂

WALDORF SALAD

6 Spartan or Mac Apples
3 Stalks Celery
1 cup Chopped Walnuts
1 cup Mayo, 2 tbs. sugar, 4 tbs. milk whipped together

Use lemon juice or citric acid to whiten apples.

Peel and chop apples and celery into bite-size pieces, sprinkle with lemon juice. Add walnuts. Stir in dressing and refrigerate until use. Enjoy.

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**SPECIAL GIVEAWAY**:  Jacquie is giving away an Amazon e-copy of THE REBEL’S REDEMPTION and a $10 Amazon gift card! Comment on her Karen’s Killer Fixin’s blog for a chance to win. Don’t miss the chance to read this great story! Thanks, Jacquie, for sharing your story with us!