Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **AUTHOR SPECIAL** with PATTY WISEMAN!

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, PATTY WISEMAN, and her favorite recipe for GREEN BEAN SALAD!

SILVER’S REDEMPTION
Contemporary Romance
BY PATTY WISEMAN

Blurb

Fifty-six-year-old Silver Fellowes was living the dream. A great apartment, a decent social life, and a career she loved as a high-powered executive with an elite PR firm.

…Until the day a twenty-something bombshell replaced her.

Refuge is found on her late father’s abandoned ranch twenty miles west of Diamond Gulch, Texas. Under the starlit West Texas sky, she struggles to regain the confidence she once possessed.

Time healed the emotional bruising, but she fights the restless spirit urging her to rejoin the human race.

Ash Ericcson, tall, blue-eyed, and younger is captivated by her ageless beauty.

Together with eclectic friends Rosalee and Smokes, Ash watches Silver take on a crooked deputy sheriff who tries to steal her ranch.

What comes next will have you cheering for the spirit of this woman who discovers the power of age and experience always has the upper hand.

SILVER’S REDEMPTION
Contemporary Romance
BY PATTY WISEMAN

Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE

Two ragtag coyotes crouched beyond the sun-bleached wooden fence waiting, ears tilted forward, wary, hungry, poised to take advantage.

Georgiana Fellowes, or Silver as her friends call her, fired a bolt-action rifle into the air to scare the mangy creatures off. The crack of the shot echoed for miles.

“Not this time fellas. Besides, you wouldn’t want Joey to get a hold of you,” she hollered after the fleeing critters. She turned back to the mule. “Time to lock you in for the night, ole friend. Those boys must be awful hungry if they’ve come to prey on you.”

She slid from the jagged boulder just in front of the dilapidated cabin deep in the West Texas Mountains. After watching the night sky emerge from the fading light as it did every evening, the sun gave up its abundance of vibrant colors in a final showdown of the most beautiful sunsets in the world, as if to say, ‘top that’!

She usually loved this dusky interim between day and night. For all its beauty and vainglorious efforts, the blue skies of Texas didn’t compare with the unpretentious arrival of what is, for lack of a better word, the universe. In the most glorious sunset, the most beautiful blue skies, and the fluffy drifting of a white cloud, you only see as far as the blueness. But, when the night sky makes its graceful entrance, another dimension reveals itself.

Tonight, however, nothing moved her. The mountains didn’t erase the scenes embedded in her mind. The nightly vigil wore thin as she led Joey to the small weather-beaten barn and secured the rusty lock on the door. The barn needs paint. The door needs new hinges. After years of neglect a mountain of work faced her.

She was weary. Tired of the isolation, rationing food, and probably worst of all, the lack of companionship. More than once she kicked herself for making such a knee-jerk decision to give up and come to West Texas to find an abandoned silver mine on the land her father left her. The most discouraging part was, she hadn’t even found it yet. Days of bouncing along in the battered old jeep she procured in town left her discouraged. He didn’t leave her a map. Only something scribbled on a piece of paper that suggested the location. To the left of the camel rock. A rock shaped like a camel? What did it mean? Am I really such a failure, even at finding the mine?

The humiliation she suffered back East took a toll on an otherwise strong constitution. For a while, she pretended the age-related rebuff didn’t happen. Until she couldn’t anymore.

Fifty-six years old and they tell me I no longer fit the company image. All the while my replacement simpers beside Steve Walker with her flowing blonde hair, forty-two-inch implants, red stilettos, and a snarky smile on her unwrinkled face. So much for loyalty from my boss.

Silver packed up her office belongings that day and went home. Alone in the pent-house style apartment she purchased ten years ago, the carefully chosen décor did nothing to lift her spirits. If anything, it depressed her even more. Stainless steel kitchen, white cabinets, a hint of red in the flowers and hand towels. The living room was all white. Rugs, desk, sofa. What was she thinking? No personality. All of it suddenly meant nothing considering what she endured on her last day at that office. What had she worked for all these years? How did she arrive at this point in her life, alone and replaced by a younger woman?

Darkness fell, but she didn’t turn on the lights, instead, hid under a white blanket on the alabaster sofa.

Until morning.

As the sun came up, she took a long look in the mirror and studied the reflection. Short-cropped silver hair, thus the nickname, fine laugh lines around eyes the color of maple sugar, straight white teeth.

And suddenly, she knew what to do.

About Author Patty Wiseman…

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

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

Karen

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