Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **AUTHOR SPECIAL** with TESSA McFIONN!

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, TESSA McFIONN, and her favorite recipe for MOLASSES CRINKLES!

DANCE ME A DARK-HAIRED BEAUTY
Magical Paranormal Romance
BY TESSA McFIONN

Blurb

Two fae walk into a bar…and that’s just when the trouble begins.

Welcome to the Big Easy, where the good times roll…and where the real and surreal collide. For more than two centuries, rare human/fae hybrid Camille Delacroix has remained safe. Her unique birthright as a skin dancer gives her the ability to change nearly everything about herself, allowing her to hide in plain sight. Yet on one fateful night, not one but two unexpected visitors hailing from her mother’s magical realm threaten to unravel her peaceful existence.

On one hand is Zacarias, Grand Enforcer of the High Court of the Fae. Dark, dangerous and cruelly seductive, he appears with quite the ultimatum: discover the source of the mysterious plague killing the Deathless Ones or be revealed to the world as something other than human. And then there’s Rhys, who manages to be sex-crazed and innocent simultaneously. That is, when he’s not causing mayhem on nearly a catastrophic level wherever he goes. He’s been sent to aid her in her quest, but she’s not so sure just how much help his naïve bumbling will do.

Things are getting complicated. Folks on both sides of the mystical veil are dropping dead and Camille is running out of time. Caught between two sexy fae and self-preservation. What’s a girl to do?

DANCE ME A DARK-HAIRED BEAUTY
Magical Paranormal Romance
BY TESSA McFIONN

Excerpt

Remi’s low mutterings rolled down Camille’s back, until a loud crash from the restaurant kicked her legs into gear. Combine the shattering with the tell-tale prickling of magic, and dread encouraged her to sprint the final distance. She dodged the incoming busboy, then skidded to a halt inside the main room.

She groaned, dropping her face momentarily into her palm, before raising her gaze to take in the mounting disaster. Patrons at several tables wiped drinks off of their sleeves, glaring at the stumbling newcomer.

What the hell? Is there a “Welcome Fae” sign I can’t see above the door?


Tall, well-built, and clumsier than an ox, he bumped into another waitress while apologizing for his current mess. Luckily, Monica had safely delivered her drinks, though the contact had nearly knocked her into the table’s occupants.

He swiveled about, grabbing onto Monica’s arm. “Excuse me. I’m sorry.”

A klutzy fae.

He moved like a newborn foal on roller skates.

On black ice.

Blindfolded.

Cam gawked, mind racing while she drank in the catastrophic swath of destruction, and when the cause of the chaos turned to her, his face lit up. Swarthy skin glowed, and his soft brown eyes crinkled joyfully as he rushed over to her.

“It’s you. It is truly you. Oh, thank the goddess. I found you.”

He threw his arms around her in a bone-crunching bear hug, and she squeaked. Squirming, she managed to sneak her elbows between them, and she forced him away. He was dressed in an inconspicuous sleeveless white T-shirt and an out-of-style pair of faded blue jeans, both now decorated with splashes of hurricane pink. He beamed at her, and her brow furrowed. She would have remembered someone this clumsy.


“Cam? You know this guy?”

Eerie silence blanketed the bar as all eyes waited for her next words.


Think fast.


Now disentangled from the mysterious galoot, she stammered, scrambling for a believable explanation. She peeked up at her boss. “Uh, yeah? He’s my, uh, cousin.”

Big Rob narrowed his gaze, suspicion tugging up one corner of his mustache. “You sure ’bout that?”

Cam laughed nervously as she held the guy at arm’s length, her grip tight on his biceps in case he wanted another grope. “It’s, umm, just been a while since we’ve seen each other.”

Her boss pinballed his gaze, bouncing between her face and that of her “cousin.” Convinced, he nodded and headed back to his office down the hall. “A’ight. Just make sure he don’t break no more inventory, oui?”

She bobbed her head, then shuffled him toward the bar. “Merci.” Blessed noise filled the void, and she shoved him toward the empty end of the bar.

Eighty years. Eighty years, she’d stayed out of the game, flying under the radar of every fae or shifter who happened by. She’d moved to new towns, had changed her job and her name so many times, she’d actually begun to keep a list so she wouldn’t repeat herself. Hell, she’d even slept with an oblivious werewolf while visiting Toledo, Ohio in the early 1970s. Only now, after nearly two hundred years, she’d returned to her roots, making New Orleans her home and using her birth name. Pondering the cause of the increased magical activity would not solve this new wrinkle. She pinned the swarthy immortal with a serious stare.

“You better start talking,” she said. “Who—”

“Cousin? Does that mean we are lovers?”

About Author Tessa McFionn…