Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special** with SO TRUE, Tierney Bay Book 2, #NA #College #Romance by Serena Bell #Recipe ~ Serena’s Super Simple Summer Tomato-Basil Pasta

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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, SERENA BELL, and her favorite recipe for SERENA’S SUPER SIMPLE SUMMER TOMATO-BASIL PASTA!


Tierney Bay Book 2


A passionate first love. A deep betrayal. One last chance to make it right. 

Jax Walker left Chiara Campbell behind without a word, but he’s never forgotten how it felt to love that fiercely. Not that it matters—he can never go back to Tierney Bay, because the secret he’s keeping would tear them both apart.

Chiara has written Jax out of her life and her memory—until he shows up at the shop where she works. All the hurt she thought she’d buried is still there, and so is her fiery attraction to him. The more Chiara and Jax work together to save the shop, the more she wants things she can’t have.

She knows she’s going to get her heart broken again. She knows it’s going to hurt like hell.

And she’s pretty sure that when he kisses her, she’ll kiss him right back.

Tierney Bay Book 2


Editorial Note: Edited for language

Jax Walker took the Tierney Bay exit off U.S. 101 a little too sharply, testament to how damn long it had been since he’d been here. The ramp curled around and deposited him at the head of town. He passed several hotels and a few restaurants that had definitely not been here ten years ago. There were plenty of new shop fronts, and many of the old ones had been spruced up. It looked like Tierney Bay had come into some good luck recently.

Which was more than he could say for himself.

If he did this right, he could be in and out of town in a few hours and there was zero chance he would run into anyone he didn’t want to see. Which included any member of the Campbell family.

He shouldn’t be here at all—his plans had not called for ever coming back, or not, at least, as long as he knew Chiara Campbell was still here. But his plans had been upended.

Two days ago, he’d driven up the west coast to visit his little brother Evan at his Portland-based community college.

Only, surprise! Evan was not actually enrolled.

At first Jax thought he’d made a really dumbass mistake, and texted Evan to confirm. Not sure why I don’t know this for sure, but it’s Portland Community College Yamhill, right?

Yup! Evan texted back.

He’d turned back to the young woman perched behind the reception desk and asked her to check one more time to confirm that there was no one enrolled there by the name of Evan Walker. And there was, indeed, not.

That was when Jax got it. He’d been had. Lied to.

The woman gave him a long look that was equal parts pity and curiosity, with maybe a tiny bit of I’ll soothe your sorrows thrown in for good measure.

Well, f**kHis brother had taken the tuition money Jax had given him and done a runner.

Regretfully, he ignored the woman’s interest. She definitely wasn’t more than a year out of college herself, and smoking hot, but he had an asshole brother to chase down.

He could have had it out with his brother by text or phone right then and there, but now he was pissed. His brother had taken thousands of dollars of his hard-earned money and done what-the-f**k with it, and Jax wanted to ask him to his face. So he holed up in his truck and made a bunch of phone calls, sent a bunch of texts. He finally tracked down a friend of Evan’s who knew what was going on and was willing to spill the beans. And it turned out that Evan was, of all places, in Tierney F**king Bay.

Of course. Because it wasn’t enough that Evan had stolen Jax’s money and ditched his own education—no, he’d gone back to the one place that you couldn’t have paid Jax to set foot in.

Maybe it was punishment. Because the last time Jax had been in Tierney Bay, he’d done the thing he regretted most in his life. And maybe he’d always known he’d have to face up to it at some point. You could only keep the piper at bay for so long before you had to pay.

He put the truck in drive and drove from Portland out to Tierney Bay in under an hour and half, keeping an eye out for speed traps. And here he was, pulling into town, still raging hot under the collar at his brother. Because Jax had done everything he could to make sure Evan got a good life and didn’t end up like their parents. Including at least one thing he’d still redo if he could. Unfortunately, it was the kind of thing you couldn’t redo.

And what had Evan done? He’d taken his tuition money and opened a board game shop.

Jax turned onto the street that Evan’s friend had directed him to and pulled into a parking space in front of the park. Like the town, the park had gotten quite a facelift, but its bones were the same, as were the distinctive smells of cool, green grass and dirty metal. He remembered walking across the woodchips, Chiara’s warm hand in his, her voice drifting to him as she told him about her day—

He shut down the memories; replaced them with his anger at Evan.

He turned and walked toward the shop. There was a sign, hung at a slight angle, just a cheap printed fabric banner. Oh, Evan, he thought. You pissed away your college education and you couldn’t even make it look classy. 

He pulled open the front door of the shop, mouth already open to tell Evan what a dumbass he was. But it wasn’t Evan behind the desk. It was someone smaller, slimmer, dark-haired.


She looked up, and God, it was like having someone slide a knife between two of his ribs. That deep and that sharp. How pretty she was, those blue eyes, and the way they made him feel like she could see into him. After what he’d done, it wasn’t fair that she still made him feel anything.

She, on the other hand, looked pretty much like he’d just punched her. Which he deserved. He’d never had to look her in the face, tell her he was leaving, see the hurt. So this was as close as he’d get. And it sucked.

He opened his mouth to say something that made sense, but the only thing that came out was, “Evan.”

She shook her head. “He’s not here.”


She hesitated. “If he wanted you to know that, don’t you think he would’ve told you?”

“Look. I didn’t come here to fight with you. I didn’t even know you’d be here.”

“If you had, you wouldn’t have come,” she challenged.

It was true, and he deserved it. He deserved whatever she wanted to dish out. It felt good in a way, like finally letting out a breath. He almost hoped she would yell at him. Maybe then he could set down the guilt.

“Did you know he was supposed to be at college?”

He could tell from the way her big blue eyes got bigger that she hadn’t known.

“Yeah,” he said. “Portland Community Yamhill. Summer session. I showed up today for a surprise visit. Thought I’d, you know, take him out to dinner, see his place. He’d sent me photos of his place. In f**king Portland. And photos of the campus.” He pulled out his phone, pushed it across the counter to her.

She took it, looked. “That’s his apartment here. I don’t know where he got the campus photos, but anyone could pull them from online.”

“So I tracked him here. His friend Asher told me where to find him.”

Chiara nodded at that. She apparently knew Asher.

“Where is he?”

She shook her head. “I can’t—”

“Where is he?”

“It’s not my place to tell you that.”

“He’s my brother.”

Against his better judgment, his voice had risen, and her eyes narrowed. “You can’t just show up here and talk to me like that—after what you did—” She stopped. Did it occur to you that maybe he doesn’t want to see you?”

The anger in her voice cut through the thickness of his own frustration, shut him right down. He took a deep breath. There were freckles across the bridge of her nose that he didn’t remember. A smattering on her cheeks, the fair skin underneath bright pink with the heat of her emotion. Her eyes flashed with it.

And suddenly he was so ashamed of himself that he could barely stand it. She was right, of course. After what he’d done to her, he had no right to speak to her at all, let alone demand anything of her.

“He doesn’t want to see me?” he asked. “Or you don’t?”

She stood very still. Only her fingers moved, fidgeting with something on the counter. A game piece, he thought. She turned it over in her hand, moved it between her fingers, set it down again.

“Both,” she said. The heat had gone out of her voice. Which made him feel worse. She said it calmly, like it was something she’d had ten years to get used to the idea of. Like she didn’t much care anymore. Which he deserved, but still.

He almost told her right that second, just blurted it all out. He’d always been a little bit afraid that the first time he laid eyes on her it would all come spilling out. The whole story—why he’d left, why he’d never gotten in touch. Right after he’d left, he’d fantasized that he’d be able to tell her someday. He’d pictured her listening—angry at first, but then, somehow, willing to forgive.

That had been ten years ago, and he still couldn’t tell her.

About Author Serena Bell...

USA Today bestselling author and RT Reviewers’ Choice Award nominee Serena Bell writes richly emotional stories about big-hearted characters with real troubles and the people who are strong and generous enough to love them.

A former journalist, Serena has always believed that everyone has an amazing story to tell if you listen carefully, and she adores hiding in her tiny garret office, mainlining chocolate and bringing to life the tales in her head.

When not writing, Serena loves to spend time with her college-sweetheart husband and two hilarious kiddos—all of whom are incredibly tolerant not just of Serena’s imaginary friends but also her enormous collection of constantly changing and passionately embraced hobbies, ranging from needlepoint to paddle boarding to meditation.


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4 medium fresh tomatoes, diced
1/4 c thinly sliced or chopped fresh basil
1 clove garlic, minced
2 T freshly squeezed lemon juice (half a lemon)
1/4 c extra virgin olive oil
salt & black pepper
1 lb rotini or other spiral pasta
plenty of grated parmesan or romano cheese

(when my mom makes it, she puts chunks of fresh mozzarella into the salad instead of topping with grated cheese)

Cook pasta in lots of boiling, salted water. Meanwhile, whisk together lemon juice, olive oil, minced garlic, and salt & pepper to taste. When pasta is ready, drain it and toss with lemon dressing. Add chopped tomatoes and basil and toss again. Serve any temperature and pass grated cheese.


**Special Giveaway** Serena will give away a signed paperback copy (US Only) of SO TRUE to one lucky reader who comments on her Karen’s Killer Fixin’s blog and one ebook copy of SO TRUE to another lucky reader who comments and can download a book from Book Funnel. Happy Reading!


Thanks, Serena, for sharing your book with us!

Don’t miss the chance to read this book!

20 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special** with SO TRUE, Tierney Bay Book 2, #NA #College #Romance by Serena Bell #Recipe ~ Serena’s Super Simple Summer Tomato-Basil Pasta”

  1. Thanks for coming by Serena! I’ve made a hot version of this pasta but never thought about serving it chilled. I love your mother’s idea of adding chunks of mozzarella too! SO TRUE has been on my wishlist for awhile!

    1. You’re welcome, Glenda! I actually always served it hot until one beastly hot summer with a LOT of little league games forced me to come up with easy-to-transport eat-on-the-go dinners And then I discovered that it makes a great pasta salad, too. And thank you so much for adding SO TRUE to your list!

  2. I HAVE to read this book!!!!! That tease is more than effective!
    The recipe sounds delicious , too, and I don’t even like pasta!
    Thanks, Karen and Serena.

    1. Hugs, Kathleen!! I’m glad the tease worked, and I hope you enjoy! (I don’t know if this helps, but I often make this dish with whole wheat pasta … I find it a little more substantial. …)

  3. Good morning, Serena, and welcome to Karen’s Killer Fixin’s. I loved both the excerpt and your recipe. Cannot wait to dig into both! Thanks for sharing with us today.

    1. Thank you so much, Karen!! I so appreciate your invitation to be here today! And your readers are lovely! I am super excited to meet them.

  4. Thank you so much for sharing the excerpt from your book and this delicious recipe. We have home-grown tomatoes and basil in my backyard which are perfect for this. So True has been on my MUST READ list for a while. Thanks for the chance.

    1. You’re welcome, Eileen!! I totally agree that homegrown is perfect for this dish (I almost mentioned that in the recipe!). You’ll have to let me know how you like it! And I’m so glad So True is on your must-read list!

  5. Thank you so much for sharing about this great sounding book, and thank you for sharing the recipe. Have a Great weekend.

  6. After reading the Blurb and Excerpt, I definiteLy want to find out more!!! I’m going to check out your other books, as you are a new author to me.
    The recipe sounds super delicious! I love cold pasta salads. I’ll have to try it! Thank you so much for sharing both!!!

    Thank you Karen! You did it again, your introducing a new author to me!

    Both of you stay safe!

    1. You are so welcome, Judy! Thank you so much for stopping by — and for checking out my books. I love meeting new readers! Many wishes that you and yours stay safe, too.

  7. The recipe sounds delicious and the basil plant is just getting started, so I’ll enjoy giving this a try. Thank you for the excerpt and the giveaway and good luck on the release!

    1. You’re welcome, and thank you!! I hope it turns out well for you! Fresh basil (and good tomatoes if you can get them) are definitely key! Enjoy!

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