Exciting news! PASSIONFRUIT & POETRY will be available in print in January.
It seems only right and proper on Thanksgiving weekend to treat everyone to a bit of Australiana! Passionfruit Pavs...
One of the signature 'cakes' at the Café Cinematique the setting for PASSIONFRUIT & POETRY is Jeanie's grandmother's Mini Passionfruit Pavs.
Incase there is anyone who doesn't know a Pavlova is a cream and fruit-filled, sugary dessert that's been made in Australia and New Zealand as a celebration cake for more than 70 years. It was named after the legendary Russian prima ballerina Anna Pavlova, who toured Australia and New Zealand in the late 1920s.
Here's a recipe from the celebrated Australian chef Margaret Fulton if you fancy trying it!
· 4 egg whites, at room temperature
· a pinch of salt
· 1½ cups castor sugar
· 1½ tsp vinegar
· 1 tsp vanilla 300ml/1 cup cream whipped,
· pulp of 3 passionfruit
· raspberries and strawberries for decoration
· Preheat the oven to 200-210C (390-400F). Place a piece of baking paper on a baking tray and mark out a 6cm (about an inch) circles (the pavlova will spread a little).
· Beat the egg whites and salt in an electric mixer until they stand in stiff peaks. Sift the sugar and gradually sprinkle in 1 tablespoon at a time, beating at full speed only until all sugar has been added. Lastly, fold in the vinegar and vanilla.
· Spoon large dollops inside the circle on the baking sheet and smooth over the top lightly.
· Place in the oven (reducing the temperature to 150C/300F) for 1 hour. Turn off the heat and leave pavlova in the oven until cold. If using a gas oven, bake at 150C/300F for 1 hour, reduce heat to 120C/250F for a further 30 minutes and then turn oven off and leave the pavlova in oven until completely cooled.
· When pavlovas are cooled, slide onto a large, flat cake plates and remove the baking paper. Don't worry if the pavlova collapses slightly; also expect cracks on the surface. Whip the cream until stiff and spoon over the top of the pavlova.
· Spoon over the passionfruit pulp and raspberries to serve.
Here’s a link to a conversion chart because us Aussies use metric and I might have got it wrong!! http://www.hintsandthings.co.uk/kitchen/liquid.htm
Recipe from The Margaret Fulton Cookbook - revised and updated edition of the 1968 classic. Published in 2004 by Jannie Brown and Suzanne Gibbs. Distributed by Hardie Grant Books ($59.95, HB).
Photo: Drew Ryan Individual pavlovas at EQ Cafebar.
And I'll leave you with a little snippet to whet your appetite...
“Xander closed his teeth over the meringue and bit into it. The scent of the juicy raspberries mixed with the passionfruit filled the car.
The meringue melted in his mouth and he licked his lips, grinning at the memory of the cake stands full of old-fashioned delights at Café Cinématique.”
PASSIONFRUIT & POETRY is available from these e-tailers at the moment and in print very soon!
Amazon.com Amazon. aus Amazon.uk B & N iTunes Kobo
Hi Tricia. Lovely to have you here as my Téa Time Treat. Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?
I live in a small town just outside Mackay, Queensland, Australia. In between working at the local high school in the special education unit, ferrying my three girls back and forward to swimming squad and carnivals and the rest of that inconsequential mum/wife business, I write.
I am in awe of anyone writing with kids around. How do you manage it?
In those rare spare moments I try to get down a small portion of the many different plots and schemes I have running through my mind.
And I believe you have a "special lady"....
About three years ago, my special lady, she knows who she is, talked me into writing. I ummed and aahed over the idea for ages, I had no idea where to start. But one morning I had an idea and pulled out the laptop and went for it. Most nights now I drop off to sleep planning new scenes. I'm also an obsessive reader. I would simply curl up and die if I didn’t have a book to read. I read anything and everything, when I was younger I would pull out the old encyclopedias if Mum wouldn't let me go to the town library. It is a rare day that I don't pick up a book, even if it is only for five minutes before I nod off.
You must be thrilled to see Sightseers in print. It's an amazing cover! May it soar!
What if the only way to stop a kidnapper and save a best friend's life was to fall asleep? Would you close your eyes?
When Alex, Lukas and Marley meet the new guy at their school, Henry, they have no idea what he'll bring to their lives. Romance, an inexplicable connection between the four of them and reoccurring bad dreams for Alex.
They discover a past none of them could have contemplated before Henry's arrival. Alex's nightmares of a child abductor swiftly turn into a frightening reality which affects them all. Finding someone who will help may seem easy, but can they trust them enough to keep their secrets?
It becomes a race against time to save not only the child, but one of their own.
I sat back and watched Lieutenant Kirk's face. At first I could tell he thought Max was losing his mind He shuffled in his spot and kept sneaking glances toward us as if we were going to disappear in a puff of smoke. His eyebrows arched so high at one point I thought they might migrate into his hair for good.
Yep! Obviously he thought we were all crackpots. At least he has the decency to let Max finish what he was saying. When Max did finish the Lieutenant just sat there with a blank look on his face. You could tell his brain had gone way into overdrive. I checked Max's reaction. He was looking back at me, the expression on his face worried. An expression I was fairly certain we all wore. I wonder how long it would be before he'd speak.
"Well, this is a lot to take in. I'm not really sure what to say to be honest and I really don't know what to do," he said as he looked around at each of us.
"Maybe if I explain a bit more about their past you might b—" Max started to say.
"What is that smell? Did you guys put something in the oven?" the Lieutenant interrupted.
"No, we didn't." Henry said wrinkling his nose.
"What's wrong, Lukas?" Marley asked as she saw the look on his face. Next thing I knew she was jumping up off the couch and moving toward him.
What the hell was Lukas doing? He had ripped his jacket off and was in the process off tearing off his T-shirt. What was that smell? God it was awful, like something burning. Then something clicked in my brain, and my stomach dropped.
Marley screamed and we leapt up. Lukas had perfect circular burns appearing all over his arms and chest. His eyes met mine, terrified, as he sank back onto the couch.
Henry grabbed for my hand and I saw the horror reflected in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking, what Marley and Lukas were thinking too. Max was staring at Lukas, his face almost as white as Lukas'. The only one in the room who seemed to have no idea what was going on was Lieutenant Kirk.
"Somebody care to tell me what's going on? Why the hell has he got burns popping up all over him? Max! What's going on?" he asked, flustered.
"I told you, whatever he does to Lauran, it happens to Lukas too," Max said quietly, still staring at Lukas in disbelief.
"Jesus, you mean he has just done this to that little girl? My God, the bastard!" He looked truly horrified.
"Do you believe us now?" Marley snapped as she rounded on him. She was shaking and struggling to hold back tears. Lukas took her hand.
"Don't worry, I can handle it. It's not as bad as my wrists, although it will be hard to sleep tonight. I won't be able to roll over much," Lukas said, trying to put on a brave face for us.
"Max, get the boy the doctor, quick," Lieutenant Kirk barked out. "I'm sorry, son, can I get you anything to make you more comfortable?"
"No, there is nothing you can do." Lukas closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing deeply. He wasn't letting on just how much pain he was in. Marley was whispering in his ear and kissed him gently on the forehead. She was doing a great job of keeping it together.
"Lukas," I said quietly, tears threatening to spill over any second.
"Don't, Alex. It is not your fault. Don't even go there, okay?" Lukas said without even opening his eyes.
I sat back down and stared at him. The poor guy, you could see how much effort it was taking him to block out the pain. Tears ran unchecked down my face. Why is this happening to us?
A small sob escaped, and Marley threw me a look that said, "get it together" and shook her head. She was right. I had to pull it together for Lukas. I stood, went outside, sucked in a few deep breaths, and leaned up against the wall before I completely lost it. Slowly, I slid to the floor and sobbed to myself for a few seconds before Henry's feet appeared in my line of sight. He kneeled down and shuffled himself against the wall next to me. He reached around to pull me to him, holding me while I blubbered. When I calmed myself a little I looked up at him, wondering if I would be able to be as strong as Marley if that was Henry in there in so much pain.
"Feeling better?" he asked gently as he kissed the side of my head.
"Yes and no. He's so strong, Henry, but how can he keep putting up with pain? How can they both keep on going with this? This is crazy, it doesn't make any sense. I was looking at you just now wondering if I could watch you go through that and I don't know that I could. Marley is so strong."
"You know Marley lost it big time when Lukas got the rope burns. She's just figured out that being strong helps Lukas stay strong. And I'm sure you would be just as tough. You have been reliving that dream every night and you haven't lost your mind yet, have you?" he said giving me a squeeze.
I sighed and wrapped my arms around him. "Thank you, Henry. I don't know how I would cope with this if you weren't around."
"We all need to be there for each other if we are going to get through this. Come on, we need to get back in there. All right now, babe?" he asked as he got to his feet.
"Yes, I'll be all right." I took the hand he offered me. He pulled me to my feet and turned to head back to the room. I tugged him back toward me and kissed him softly.
"What was that for?" he asked as I pulled away.
"For being you. For calming me and giving me strength," I said.
And being everything I've ever needed.
I was thrilled to discover yesterday that my little Ancient Greek novella A WINNING STREAK was in the Top Fifty Paid Ancient World romances on Amazon.com
I love this story - mostly because of Atalante the heroine. Here's the blurb if you have a liking for ancient myths and legends
Will the path of true love incur the wrath of the virgin Goddess Artemis?
Abandoned at birth, Atalante, protege of the goddess Artemis, is forced into an untenable position by her estranged father, the King of Arcadia—renege on her vow of virginity or condemn her suitors to a sacrificial death. The aristocratic courtier, Melanion, cannot believe anyone would be foolish enough to put their life on the line for the dirty little predator whose reputation for speed and cruelty is legendary. That is until he falls under Atalante's spell.
Consumed by desire and jealousy, Melanion is determined to win Atalante's hand or die trying. He calls upon Aphrodite to assist him, little realizing that her noisome brat, Eros, has the pair of them in his sights and is determined to inject a little spice into their lives. Spice that will devastate the path of true love and incur the wrath of the virgin Goddess Artemis.
I've got three review copies available so if you'd like to review Atalante's story let me know which format you'd prefer and I'll email you a copy.
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Thanks for the invite Tea, it’s great to be here again!
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‘Write what you know’ are words we often hear, but it wasn’t until my editor made a passing comment that I realized that was where my writing had been heading – straight back to what I knew, what I’d grown up with. Two things, horses and the countryside.
‘Summer of Surrender’ is set in a small village in the UK, in common with several of my other books, but in this story there’s a third character who is critical to what happens between James and Kezia – a chestnut horse called Red.
‘Red’ is a reincarnation of a gelding I used to own called Flash – a thoroughbred arab cross who did a good job of keeping me on my toes, but he also taught me a lot. He was reactive and flighty, but he was also loyal and gentle. Without Flash my life would have been different (less bruises for one thing!), and without Red, Kezia would have never learned the lessons she does about herself, about James and about what she really wants in life.
Animals have played a huge part in my life, and helped me through good times and bad, so maybe it’s just natural that now they are starting to play a big part in the stories I tell. They aren’t the whole story, but without them it just wouldn’t be the same!
SUMMER OF SURRENDER an erotic romance by Zara Stoneley. Published by HarperImpulse a division of Harper Collins Publisher.
Sex is the only thing they have in common. Total surrender the name of the game.
James had it all. Good education. City job and a wife he would have been willing to die for. Their motto had been work hard, play hard, but she’d pushed the boundaries too far and he’d walked. Became the man he felt he needed to be. Detached. In control.
Free spirit Kezia lives each day at a time; sharing, loving and giving are unconditional. And sex is part of the sharing.
When fate leaves James and Kezia trapped together for the summer, her openness is an invitation he just can’t resist. The attraction is instant, the sex all-consuming. And as their fantasies become reality, James begins to realise that willing surrender is a far different pleasure to forced submission…
HarperImpulse - http://www.harperimpulseromance.com/books/summer-of-surrender
Amazon uk - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Summer-Surrender-HarperImpulse-Contemporary-Romance-ebook/dp/B00FVE4WE0/
Amazon com - http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Surrender-HarperImpulse-Contemporary-Romance-ebook/dp/B00FVE4WE0/
Barnes & Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/summer-of-surrender-zara-stoneley/1117135328?ean=9780007556571
AUTHOR BIO – ZARA STONELEY
I’ve been writing stories for just about as long as I’ve been reading them – it’s rumoured that I’m related to Elizabeth Gaskell, so maybe it’s in the genes!
I live in a country cottage in the UK with a naughty mouse catching, curtain climbing cat, my wonderful guitar playing, video making, Minecraft mad teenage son and a wine drinking, sun loving, master chef in the making, sexy alpha hero.
I love my family, sexy high heels, sunshine, wine, good food, cats, horses, dogs, music, coffee, writing and reading - but not necessarily in that order! And I like my heroes just how I like my coffee – hot, strong and moreish.
You can find more about me, and all my contact details at www.zarastoneley.com. Please stop by – I love to meet new people.
WHERE TO FIND ZARA -
Website - http://www.zarastoneley.com
Blog – http://zarastoneley.blogspot.com
Twitter - @zarastoneley
Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/zarastoneley
Amazon author page – http://amazon.com/author/zarastoneley
And a huge congratulations on your debut with Harper Collins! I believe there might be more in the pipeline? See you next time!
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