Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **AUTHOR SPECIAL** with BECKY MUTH!
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, BECKY MUTH, and her favorite recipe for Pillsbury’s Peppermint Mallow Chocolate Cream Pie!
CANDY CANE CHRISTMAS
A Sweet Contemporary Standalone Holiday Romance Novella
BY BECKY MUTH
Blurb
Can a candy cane message save their relationship in time for a holiday HEA?
Courtney wants to take a break for the holidays, but the thought of spending Christmas alone is tearing Paul’s heart into pieces. Will the kindness of a stranger help him pull off a grand gesture that’s sure to win his way back into her heart?
This festive novelette contains bonus content including a recipe for peppermint fudge.
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CANDY CANE CHRISTMAS
A Sweet Contemporary Standalone Holiday Romance Novella
BY BECKY MUTH
Excerpt
Why would anyone want to spend Christmas Eve standing in line at the Dime Mart super store? Not me, but I wasn’t there by choice. My parents were in the Caribbean. The girlfriend and I were on a break which left her free to spend the evening with her family. Although we had plans to exchange gifts the next afternoon, on Christmas Day, I was feeling sentimental and missed her company.
“Excuse me,” the clerk shrilled through the store, interrupting my thoughts. “Excuse me! You were going to pay for that, weren’t you?”
I followed her glare to an elderly man who stood frozen in place, his features a mix of guilt and confusion. He pulled his too-large coat around his shoulders, hiding whatever outfit he wore and shuffled his canvas loafers against the polished laminate floor. His gnarled hands clasped two candy canes and a single red rose.
“I, um. I thought I. I mean, I need to,” the man started, hesitated, and started again. Tears welled in his eyes and glistened on his silver lashes.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” I spoke up, getting the clerk’s attention. “This is all one purchase.”
The clerk’s head, covered in clusters of fuzzy auburn corkscrews, snapped toward me and stopped like a dreidel caught mid-spin. She challenged, “What?”
“Sorry. I thought you knew. It’s all one purchase.” Then I turned to the man and smiled. “Okay? Let me pay for this, and then we can get you home.”
“Home.” He repeated. “You’ll take me home?”
“Sure,” I agreed. I turned back to the clerk, who adjusted the blue vest she wore over her polyester shirt and gabardine slacks. She stared me down for a few seconds before conceding to finish the transaction.
Less than ten minutes later, with my groceries tucked into the trunk of my car, I helped my new friend into the passenger seat of my car with intentions of taking him down to the local police station. He said he was Tobias Hudson, a veteran of the United States Air Force, but he wouldn’t tell me much else. I’d no sooner hopped into the driver’s seat and started the engine when he said, “I can’t go home.”
Even though the old guy looked harmless, suddenly every investigative news program to ever feature good samaritans murdered after helping a stranger came back to haunt me.
“Oh? Why’s that?” I finally asked, deciding he probably wasn’t an axe murderer.
He replied, his voice was barely louder than a mumble. I asked him to repeat himself.
“I gotta take Melody her Christmas eve present. I just gotta. You got a girl, son?”
“Yes sir,” I replied. “Her name’s Diana.” Technically it was still true. We were on a break but we hadn’t broken up – yet. I asked him where Melody was.
Ignoring my question, he went on, “How long you been with this girl, son?”
Normally I don’t like anyone calling me son unless it’s one of my parents or a member of the South Carolina Highway Patrol but I didn’t feel like getting into that with a strange old man on Christmas Eve.
“Almost a year,” I replied. “I mean, right now we’re on a break, but yeah. Technically she’s still my girl.”
“What the hell. A break? You saying you got another girl on the side or something?” The man scowled.
I scoffed. “What? No! I want to marry her.”
“Then what the hell’s your problem, son?” He pointed at me with his contorted index finger, the rest of his hand still twisted around the rose.
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Becky Muth – Sweet Romance & Romantic Suspense
R.A. Muth – Quirky Paranormal Cozy Mysteries
I hope you enjoy the recipe Becky is sharing today on Karen’s Killer Fixin’s. Happy Eating!
Karen
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PILLSBURY’S PEPPERMINT MALLOW CHOCOLATE CREAM PIE
**Special Giveaway** Becky will give away a $10 Amazon Gift Card to one lucky reader who comments on her Karen’s Killer Fixin’s blog.
Happy Reading!
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Thanks, Becky, for sharing your book with us!
Don’t miss the chance to read this book!
I enjoyed the excerpt! And wow this recipe is an easier version of one my aunt used to make every year!
The recipe sounds absolutely decadent. Thanks for sharing.
I absolutely love Christmas romance stories! This one sounds wonderful. Thank you for sharing! Merry Christmas!
Good morning, Becky, and welcome back to Karen’s Killer Fixin’s. I love Christmas stories. Can’t get enough of them. They’re so uplifting and happy. Can’t wait to read this story. Can’t wait to try this recipe, too. I don’t have anything like it in my recipe box. Thanks for sharing both the book and the recipe. Merry Christmas!
Intriguing excerpt… MUST know what the old fellow’s story is…
Funny how I’ve never seen this delicious sounding recipe.
Tnanks Becky and Karen.
festive recipe
Sounds super interesting – great blurb for sure!
Ooh that pie sounds yummy!
Thanks for sharing your book that I went off and one-clicked. That recipe looks so yummy!!
The except left me wanting to read more, and the recipe sounds delicious!
I will be checking out the pie recipe.
The situation in the excerpt is sadly a bit more true than many think. The number of homeless or down and out veterans is a national shame. For some it is a choice. For others they think they have no options.
Instantly intriguing and the recipe sounds yummy.
The recipe sounds amazing, enjoyed the excerpt!