Karen’s Killer Fixin’s #DarkRomance #Contemporary #Sleuth: MEET CUT(E) & CUT(E) MEAT: A DUET by Tiffany Carby #Recipe ~ Knock Ya Naked Margaritas

Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **AUTHOR SPECIAL** with TIFFANY CARBY!

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, TIFFANY CARBY, and her favorite recipe for KNOCK YA NAKED MARGARITAS!


The Butcher Series Book 1


Agnes Crawford, better known by her friends as Aggie, moved to the small town of Hazenberg, Kentucky, with one goal in mind: she wanted everyone to know her name. Hopes of becoming a famous playwright one day, the green writer knew she had to start somewhere and landed herself a job at the local newspaper. The new columnist in town would head up the “Dear Aggie” column among other things. Aggie quickly finds out she’s going to have to be creative to get the townspeople to ask for advice and trust her responses. One early morning, Aggie runs into Hazenberg’s good looking butcher, Drake Corbin. Or, wait. Maybe he runs into her? Bewitched by his good looks, their meet-cute relationship begins and so starts the web of lies spun by this sexy slaughterer. As time goes on, Drake’s darkness cuts Aggie like a knife and she unravels the secrets he’s hiding. Will Aggie get out of this relationship unscathed or will Drake lure her right where he wants?

The Butcher Series Book 1


The Hazenberg Herald’s newest reporter, Aggie Crawford, is bewitched by the town’s butcher, Drake Corbin. Her insta-love for her new home is marred by the sudden scandals rocking the town.

Certain that a drug ring has moved into the area, Aggie is determined to crack the case. While her “Dear Aggie” column elicits submissions of all sorts and isn’t just for advice and recipe sharing, it turns sinister when she is personally attacked. Threats on her life not only scare her but anger her butcher beau. All the while Drake is hiding a few secrets of his own, and any thoughts of coming clean to Aggie may cause even more trouble in their new relationship.

Can Aggie serve up a little justice? Or will the butcher have to be more creative with his slicing and dicing to ensure the safety of the one he loves?

The Butcher Series Book 1


1 Flame / Dark Romance

“Good to see you, Mr. Griffith,” I greeted one of my favorite customers who came into the shop.

“Nice to see you too, son. What do you have for me today?”

Mr. Griffith, or Fred as he always insisted I call him but could never bring myself to do so, came in every Tuesday morning. I’m not sure if he figured out that was when I typically had a lull in business or if he just liked to “shoot the shit,” as he called it, when fewer people were in the store.

Mr. Griffith, like most people in town, knew my grandpappy. So when he passed away several years back, they made sure I felt at home running the place by myself.

Just about every Tuesday the two of us made a menu together for his family dinners for the rest of the week and upcoming weekend. He and his wife were both getting up in years, but their minds were still strong. Anabelle’s arthritis in her hands kept her from doing much cooking, so I helped him out with recipes here and there and taught him a few tricks to make evening meals a little easier.

Fred and Annabelle needed tender cuts of meat and things that he could easily make in a slow cooker and set and forget. I was happy to help him and all the customers that came into the shop. Hazenberg really was a nice town and I appreciated the kindness shown to me by the people who supported my grandpappy’s shop for so many years.

“You know, when I was your age, I had muscles like that,” Fred said, pointing at my upper arms. “Wore my T-shirts tight too…rolled up a pack of Kool’s in the sleeve.”

“I’d say you still have some guns and just don’t want to show them off,” I said and teased him. His chuckle was a nice sound.

I handed him the bag of meat we had picked out and we went over to the register.

“Now, you know all the recipes for this week by heart…nothing new today. And I already called Ellie Beth over at the grocery and she’s gonna have a cart ready with the rest of your ingredients. You’ll just need to pick up any extra things you need on your weekly shopping trip.”

“You’re too good to this old man, Drake. I appreciate your kindness.” Mr. Griffith was genuine. He paid for his purchases and I reminded him I would do the same for anybody else in town who came in and needed help.

He left and I had a few minutes alone in the shop to regroup. I just had a large drop off from Stonewall Farm before Fred came in and needed to get it inventoried and put out pretty quickly. I tied on my red apron over my tight white shop T-shirt, as Fred had pointed out, and got busy. Some days I wondered how I got it all done, running the shop all by myself, but the days went by quickly and I always had the company of Chuck, my short-haired orange tabby cat.

She (yes, my little Chuck Roast was a she) went anywhere she wanted. She wore a harness and walked with me better than any dog companion. Chuck knew her boundaries and stayed out of the processing area, knowing where her cat hair was not allowed. She rarely shed though, for which I was thankful given the business I was in. And she didn’t grow to be a typical adult-size cat either. She was five years old and still little. I got her after my grandpappy passed away. My little six-pound Roast filled a little bit of the void from missing him, I think.

Chuck was a good greeter. Everyone always asked where she was if she wasn’t at the door to greet them upon arrival. Even if it wasn’t intentional, Chuck was good marketing for the butcher shop. She wore a red collar and I had a special tag made that was shaped like a steak with her information printed on it.

The bell that hung above the door jingled whenever someone came in, so I always knew if I was in the back when it was time to come out. But Chuck also greeted everyone with a good headbutt and a meow.

I had the inventory down to a science when deliveries were made during the day. I could put it in the computer later, but I needed to make sure I knew how many of each item came into the shop so I could get the cold things sorted and in the refrigerated cases out front without delay.

Stonewall Farm supplied me with beef, mostly, but their canned goods and fresh items like butter and eggs were things I could always count on. I never tried to take away business from the local grocery or the Walmart in town, but I could sell local items much easier than the others and I had regular customers who preferred to buy local.

Meat was about 80 percent of where I made my money. The other 20 percent came from the sale of local items.

Chuck sat by and watched while I stocked the fridge with cartons of eggs. I noticed it was time to add more jerky to the display case too. Selling a pack or two of my award-winning jerky was normal with just about every order.

Even Fred bought some to gnaw on with his dentures.

I thought about Fred back in his prime. I bet he and my grandpappy stirred up all kinds of trouble. I’d been known to stir up some in my day too.

–from Meet Cut(e) by Tiffany Carby for the Possessed by Passion Collection.

About Author Tiffany Carby…

Author Tiffany Carby is a Kentucky native skilled in the art of storytelling. A journalist, columnist, and blogger who works in communications, she has a knack for narrative that keeps her story flowing.

Not all of her storytelling skills came from the classroom. Being born in Louisville and spending time in central and southeastern areas of the commonwealth, Carby developed a sharp ear for dialogue and an appreciation for the tales spun by friends and family from the South and Appalachia. As a Southerner, yes, she says “y’all,” drinks sweet tea, and shares a love of college basketball with most of her fellow residents of the Bluegrass state.

Writing wasn’t just a goal; it was a destiny for Carby. She wrote her first book while in the fifth grade—a story about an alien with a one-of-a-kind name, Orangepeachrumple. Though it didn’t circulate farther than her parents, she was hooked. Though publishing many non-fiction works over the years, She’s a Tiger Lily was the debut of her fiction work and beginning of her Company of Griffins series. Since then she has added another growing series called Mint Condition.

Carby resides near Lexington, Kentucky, with her husband, curly-headed moppet of a daughter, and bull-headed tabby cat.


Links to Tiffany’s website, blog, books, #ad etc.:

Meet Cut(e): mybook.to/MeetCute

Cut(e) Meat: mybook.to/cutemeat

Recipe Book Accompaniment…
Possessed Meats, Passion & Treats: https://books2read.com/u/4DgRJd

E-mail: authortiffanycarby@gmail.com

Site and Newsletter Signup:

Profile: facebook.com/tiffanycarbyauthor

Page: facebook.com/authortiffanycarby

Reader’s Group:

Instagram: instagram.com/authortiffanycarby

TikTok: tiktok.com/@authortiffanycarby

Amazon: amazon.com/author/tiffanycarby

Bookbub: bookbub.com/profile/tiffany-carby


Twitter: twitter.com/tiffany_carby


Girls Gone Writing:

Cocky Hero Club Group: www.facebook.com/groups/CockyHeroClub

Cocky Hero Club Page:

Whisker’s Book Stop:

Whiskers & Whimsy Designs: facebook.com/groups/whiskersandwhimsydesigns

The Shop Series Reader’s Group: facebook.com/groups/theshopbookseries

The Shop Series Page: facebook.com/theshopbookseries

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


P.S. We’re at 561 recipes and counting with this posting. Hope you find some recipes you like. If this is your first visit, please check out past blogs for more Killer Fixin’s. In the right-hand column menu, you can even look up past recipes by type. i.e. Desserts, Breads, Beef, Chicken, Soups, Author Specials, etc.



1 can of frozen limeade concentrate (thawed) 1 bottle (cold) light beer
1 can lemon lime soda or ginger ale
12 oz. vodka
Pitcher, ice

To measure vodka, empty limeade container and refill with vodka for an easy measure and to rinse out the concentrate. Pour all ingredients over ice and stir. This drink tends to go down easy and is a real crowd pleaser, hence its name…

Source: Friends and Family; This recipe has many adaptations online. It can be made with tequila and Corona beer as an alternative. It was shared with me by a friend several years ago and was the perfect addition to the story.


Special Giveaway: Tiffany will give away a digital copy of the recipe book to one lucky reader who comments on her Karen’s Killer Fixin’s blog.

Happy Reading!


Thanks, Tiffany, for sharing your stories with us!

Don’t miss the chance to read these books!


5 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Fixin’s #DarkRomance #Contemporary #Sleuth: MEET CUT(E) & CUT(E) MEAT: A DUET by Tiffany Carby #Recipe ~ Knock Ya Naked Margaritas”

  1. Well now…curious and curiouser!
    Karen, you have to stop showcasing such interesting books…I’m old! I’ll never live long enough to read them all! 😉
    Thanks, Karen and Tiffany!

  2. Good morning, Tiffany, and welcome back to Karen’s Killer Fixin’s. What an intriguing pair of stories! Love the titles of these books, which makes them even more intriguing. You definitely have a unique twist to your stories. Thanks for sharing the books with us today. Thanks, too, for the fun twist (and name) for margaritas!

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