Posts Tagged ‘holiday romance’
Nov 30, 2011 Filed under: contemporary, guest blogger, holiday, Holiday Recipe Extravaganza, m/m, recipes Tags: gay romance, holiday recipe, holiday romance, m/m romance, salsa dip
I am not what one could call a gourmet chef. I do, however, every Christmas Eve make this very simple salsa dip for my brother and sister-in-law’s annual Christmas Eve party. It always goes over big. I made the mistake of not making it one year and everyone was mad at me.
Start with a pie dish or something that is fairly shallow and microwave safe.
Cover the bottom with sour cream (light or regular, it’s up to you)
Next add a layer of salsa (I use mild; I’m a wimp, get as spicy as you like. If your industrious feel free to make your own)
On top of that add shredded cheese (I use a Mexican blend, but again get creative)
Pop it in the microwave for about 3 minutes or until the cheese is nice and melted. Serve with your favorite tortilla chips, or crackers, or melba toast, or bread, anything that floats your boat. It’s quick, easy, and ever so yummy. It’s the exact kind of thing Bruce might have whipped up for Martin in The Prize, on a cold winter night when they just wanted to stay in and cuddle.
The Prize by Bebe Burnside
High school English teacher, Bruce Michaels, has his life right where he wants it, or so he thinks. When his nose isn’t buried in a book, he’s teaching or taking a class for fun. When he learns that his favorite author is coming to the small Vermont town where he lives to teach a class in English literature, Bruce jumps at the opportunity to audit the class and get a chance to talk to Nobel Prize winning author, Martin Welder. But expectations rise when he finally meets the award winning author, and becomes interested in more than his mind.
“This is it,” Bruce said as they walked in. “Do you want anything? I have wine, water, tea, coffee.”
“It’s adorable,” Martin said as he looked around. “Wine sounds nice.”
Bruce smiled and went to the kitchen to select a bottle of wine as he said, “Make yourself at home.”
Bruce chose a Merlot that his parents had given him. He opened it and poured a glass for Martin and a half glass for himself. After all, he would have to drive Martin home later. Then he thought about it, they could always get Martin a cab. The campus wasn’t that far away and Bruce would offer to pay for it. He added the additional wine to his glass.
He walked into the living room to find that Martin had taken off his shoes, jacket and tie and was sitting on the couch. He smiled at Bruce. “Well, you did say make yourself at home and that’s the first thing I do when I get home.”
Bruce grinned, handing one glass to Martin before taking a seat on the easy chair next to the couch.
Martin took a sip of the wine. “Mmmm, this is good. A Merlot?”
“My parents gave it to me for some occasion, probably my birthday or Christmas.” Bruce took a sip. He wasn’t surprised that it was good; his parents did have good taste in wine. They both drank in silence. Bruce wanted to invite Martin to stay, but he suddenly felt shy. Why would a Nobel Prize winning novelist want anything to do with him? He could just lean over and kiss Martin and see what happens. After all, Martin did agree to come over. It was probably assumed something might happen.
“Are you coming back soon?” Martin asked softly.
“What was that?” Bruce asked.
“You seem to be thinking about something.”
“I’m sorry,” Bruce said, realizing that he’d been distracted by the wine and worrying about Martin. “Um, well, I’ll be blunt. I would like you to stay the night. It’s been a while for me, but I really like you and, well, I would like to…well, that is, um, I mean.” Bruce couldn’t believe he was so tongue tied.
Suddenly Martin was kneeling in front of his chair. “Let’s see if I get your drift. ”
Nov 29, 2011 Filed under: contemporary, excerpts, guest blogger, holiday, Holiday Recipe Extravaganza, m/m, recipes, sweet treats Tags: gay romance, holiday recipe, holiday romance, m/m romance, pumpkin bread
Since I was a baby, my mother has always made pumpkin bread from a recipe she’s had since before I was born. Whenever I have it, it brings back memories of family, friends, and loved ones. I wanted to share this amazing recipe with everyone along with an excerpt from my new upcoming Silver Publishing’s Dreaming of a White Christmas release ‘White Rain’. Snow brings memories back for the main character, reminding him of the one person he loves more than anything. Enjoy a slice of the most amazing pumpkin bread while reading my newest release due out December 8th! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone!
1 tsp nutmeg
3 cups sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
1 cup oil
1 1/2 tsp salt
Mix the first six ingredients. Add the following in order:
1 cup canned pumpkin
2/3 cup water
2 tsp baking soda
3 cups flour
Pour into 2 greased and floured loaf pans or 3 (1lb) coffee cans. Bake at 350 degrees about 1 hour. Check with a toothpick, if it comes out clean, that means it’s done.
Silver Publishing’s Dreaming of a White Christmas ‘White Rain’
Brand has spent the last four Christmases without the one man he loves more than anything. After Kia left for college, everything changed. Can Brand forget Kia, or will Santa Claus bring him what he wants most for Christmas?
Kia stared at his best friend’s back in silence. He watched Brand’s muscles ripple beneath the dark gray shirt he wore. Brand looked even more beautiful than the last day he’d seen him. He still had a good six inches on him, but Brand’s body had filled out in all the right places. Amber haircut and combed neatly made Kia’s fingers itch to muss it all up, and it stung that he didn’t have the right to do it anymore. Not yet at least. The steel gray eyes he adored had seemed so cold as they’d studied him out on the front porch. Even now Brand refused to look at him.
Watching his friend setting a fire to crackle in the fireplace sent melancholy spiking through him. He’d missed Brand every single day, so much so it began to feel as though he couldn’t breathe, but he’d been determined to give Brand a reason to be proud to have him in his life.
Pain twisted his insides at how much he’d hurt Brand in his selfishness. It wasn’t until he’d spoken to Brand’s mother that he realized how much he had. She’d told him that Brand was always alone and seemed so withdrawn from people after he’d left. The solemn facade had drawn him to Brand in the beginning. They’d met when they were thirteen; Brand kept to himself, either reading a book or staring into space. Regardless of the cold reception he received at first, Kia kept trying day after day to draw him out of his shell. It took time, but eventually he’d succeeded and Brand had opened up to him. It appeared that his desire to protect himself had only served to return Brand to the solitary person he’d once been. His throat felt dry as he searched for the words to explain why he’d stopped calling Brand, stopped writing or e-mailing him. How could he make him understand that he’d only done it because it hurt too much? Every time he’d talked to Brand on the phone, every letter or e-mail he’d read about his friend’s life, sent a knife straight into his heart. “I missed you, Bran,” he finally choked out around the lump in his throat.
Brand gave a cynical snort and turned hard eyes toward him. “Missed me, Kia? When? When you were too busy to come to the phone? Or maybe it was when you never returned my letters?”
Kia moved toward Brand only to stop as Brand took a step back. His heart sank even lower into his stomach, but he persisted in trying to make the one man he loved more than anything understand why he’d done what he had. The silence stretched out for long moments between them before he found what to say. He hugged himself as he started talking, staring anywhere except at Brand. “When I left for college, it was hard, Bran. So hard to be away from you. I wanted nothing more than to come home. But I couldn’t. I had to finish because I didn’t want to end up like my mom.”
Brand didn’t reply.
“I thought the more contact we had, the easier it would be. But it wasn’t. It was harder and made me miss you even more. So I selfishly started avoiding your calls and replying to your letters. At least, sending my replies to you. I wrote a letter every week telling you about school, work, and any little thing that came to mind but I never mailed them. I couldn’t.”
He had an entire bag filled with the letters he’d written Brand. One long letter every week for two years was a lot of letters. He’d planned on giving them to Brand when he returned and they were still in his suitcase out on the front porch. “I need you to understand, Bran. I wanted you to be able to be proud of me and have someone in your life worth knowing. Not someone who’d come from a poor family and has a weak mother with a bastard for a stepfather.”
“I didn’t care about that,” Brand said hoarsely, his hands clenched at his sides. When he looked up at Kia, Kia’s heart broke even further at the anguish in Brand’s eyes. “I needed you, Kia. You promised you’d never leave me.”
Kia took a tentative step forward, his heart lifting when Brand didn’t move away this time. He continued until he stood right in front of him. Brand’s dark amber hair seemed longer than he’d remembered it, and there were lines around his mouth and eyes that hadn’t been there before. He reached up to lightly trace those lines with the tip of one finger. “I didn’t leave you, Bran. You never left my mind, my thoughts. All I could think about was getting home to you. I’m sorry. I never realized how much it would hurt you.”
Brand’s lips twisted and he reached up, grabbing Kia’s wrist to stop his movements. But he didn’t push Kia’s hand away. He merely kept it in the loose manacle his fingers made. “Not hurt me, Kia? I…” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
“What, Bran?” Kia pushed closer until the fronts of their bodies rested against one another. “Talk to me. Please.”
It didn’t look like Brand would say anything at first. His mouth opened and shut several times but nothing came out. Kia’s face fell. He wondered if maybe Brand had moved on without him and no longer loved him. He’d known how Brand felt about him. He’d seen it in the way he looked at him, the way he would unconsciously move his body toward him when they talked or almost hovered over him protectively in large crowds. It had taken the knowledge of Brand’s feelings to make him realize he didn’t want Brand saddled with a high school graduate who would go nowhere in life.
A whisper of words left Brand’s lips, sending agony crashing over him like a tidal wave. “I loved you, Kia. You broke my heart when you left, when you stopped replying to my e-mails and returning my phone calls.”
Loved? Did Brand no longer love him? Kia’s eyes grew moist but he blinked back the tears. He knew he had no right to expect him to love him after he’d practically cut all ties with him. “I’m sorry, Bran,” Kia murmured. “I always intended on coming back. I could never leave you
for good because I’ve loved you almost from the moment I met you.”
Brand stiffened, his gaze snapping up to meet Kia’s in shock. Kia smiled softly, reaching to cup Brand’s cheek. “Why do you think it hurt so much to leave you and why I wanted to come back home so badly? I do love you, Bran. I always have and I always will. Can you forgive me and
allow me to earn back your love?”