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 L. AMES and her favorite recipe for RUM RUNNER!
THE RISK TAKER
Alpha Aviators Series
BY TARA L. AMES
Sexy, Hot Alpha Aviators…they have their wings, but they’re no angels!
Top Gun Navy Aviator Michael Merrick thrives living on the edge but when he refuses to abort a mission, he is forced on leave and heads home. Missing the action, he needs a distraction and what could be better than a green-eyed blonde with a quick tongue and a hot bod for rockin’? Commercial Artist Samantha Jackson still mourns the loss of her fiancé, a reckless daredevil, and avoids getting involved with another risk taker at all costs until Mr. Sexy Aviator Man rocks her Southern parts and threatens her secure world….
THE RISK TAKER
Alpha Aviators Series Book 1
BY TARA L. AMES
Oh Lord, not again. Samantha Jackson frowned at the phone barking in the back pocket of her shorts. By the ringtone, Sam knew it was her mama calling to nag her some more about getting her butt back home to North Carolina in time for her baby sister’s wedding.
Well, hell, Sam wasn’t about to answer it. Not when she was perched atop a ten-foot scaffold against a wall on the beach in Key West, sketching out a design for a client. Or, when she still had three jobs to finish, or when she—heaven help her—spotted a well built, half-naked guy behind aviator sunglasses, striding along the ocean’s edge several feet away. Whoa. Where had he come from?
As much as she needed to return to her work, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the gorgeous hunk. His rock-solid chest gleamed in the low sun. And his biceps were sculpted and buffed. Whew! He was hot. So hot, it made the thermometer gauge on her Southern parts jump at least five degrees.
Sam couldn’t believe the way her body was reacting. Clearly, she had been overwhelmed by grief for so long that sex had been the last thing on her mind.
Tall, lean and smooth, he had a body of a runner. His navy swim trunks clung deliciously tight to his narrow waist, and his legs, long and muscular, cut through the surf with ease. If the beach had been filled with people, there would’ve been a swarm of women circling him like sharks. She probably shouldn’t be staring at Mr. Muscles when she still mourned the love of her life.
Broad shoulders straight, the guy carried a t-shirt and towel in his hand and slowed his pace. It was a shame she couldn’t see what was behind those tinted aviators. A flurry of grays, blues and greens flashed before her as she tried to imagine his eye color. He suddenly tossed his belongings onto the beach and dove in the white-crested waves.
No. No. No.
“Come back.” Sam moaned. She wanted him to stay on the shore—where she could admire him—not take a plunge in the choppy Atlantic. No doubt some women would’ve dived in after him, if there had been any on the beach. But not her. Even if she didn’t have a grieving heart, no way would she do that, not with all those slimy slithering fish and human-eating carnivores preying about. She would ride her horse back home any day over swimming in the ocean.
Inhaling the fresh salty sea air, Sam gazed at his powerful shoulders and arms slicing through the water. He would make one fine subject to sketch. Too bad it was time to say goodbye to the sexy merman. She had to get back to the mural. There was still lot to be done in a short period of time.
She shook her head at her almost completed sketch of Rambo the shark, about the size of an SUV, taking a humungous bite out of a big juicy, bulging burger about the size of a Mini Cooper. If only she could draw that half-naked guy instead. But that wasn’t what the customer ordered. As a commercial artist, it was her aim to please, and she promised the owners of JD’s Seafood Bar & Grille, plus two other clients, that she would have all their jobs done by the end of week before she left Key West and headed for home.
The darn sun was about to fall below the horizon. She had no choice but to call it quits. Determined to stay away from distractions tomorrow, like staring at gorgeous half-naked guys strolling on the beach, she sealed a paint can. As she tossed the brushes into a bucket, her gaze wandered in search of that sexy merman, but he was nowhere in sight. Darn. She would’ve liked to have seen him one more time.
On steady feet, she collected her cooler and the bucket filled with brushes and started her way down the scaffold, taking one rung on the ladder at a time.
“What the heck is that supposed to be?” a low, husky male voice called out from below, startling the crap out of her.
Great. An art critic with a Southern drawl. Ready to put him in his place, she shouted back to him without bothering to look over her shoulder, “Can’t you tell it’s a shark eating a burger?”
“Since when do sharks have chests for dorsal fins?” his voice boomed.
“What?” She peered up at the wall. Lord have mercy. In her haze of lust, she’d sketched out a male chest instead of a dorsal fin. She scrambled to climb back up the ladder but her hand missed the top rung, sending the bucket and little cooler in the air and her body backward right into the arms of—Holy crap, it was the guy from the beach! Her panicked expression reflected in his aviator sunglasses.
Standing, the guy held her and spoke in a smooth voice, “If you wanted to be in my arms, all you had to do was ask.”
Tara L. Ames is a Michigan native with a penchant for creating highly sensual empowered stories about brave, hot men and strong-willed sexy women. You can find her Alpha Aviators Series on Amazon, coming this summer. She also wrote under the name Khloe Adams along with two other authors. Now living in Florida, she is actively writing another series in between taking care of her family, reading and enjoying the sun. Qigong/Tai Chi/Sudoku are her three biggest addictions besides chocolate.
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0.75 oz Captain Morgan Grapefruit rum
0.5 oz Captain Morgan Original spiced rum
0.5 oz Banana Liqueur
0.5 oz Grenadine
0.5 oz Orange Juice
0.5 oz Pineapple Juice
0.5 oz Lime Juice
Glass: Hurricane Glass
- Add above ingredients into a shaker
- Shake with ice and strain into a Hurricane Glass
- Garnish with orange slice
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