Sunday, July 29, 2012

The oldest profession in the world


No that oldest profession---cooking. Cooking a meal for the family has to be even older than getting married, having children and yes, the street walking profession as well.

I’m a big time foodie, so I watch a lot of cooking shows. I love Iron Chef. I then try (the operative word here is try) to replicate what the Iron Chefs made. However, I won’t attempt anything that involves organ meats or gooey duck. My favorite things to cook is anything Italian.

Italian food is food inspired from the soul, simple to make, delicious, nutritious and shared with family and friends with pride. Italian recipes are handed down from generations of great cooks from the mother country.

Disclaimer: When I say recipes handed down, I’m not talking about the traditional cook book, detailing ingredients and exact measurements.

I learned how to cook at a young age from my mom, who was the best cook in the world. I know we all say that about our moms, but in my case it’s true. She could produce a seven course meal without ever turning a page in a recipe book or having state-of-the-art kitchen appliances or gadgets.

It was a right of passage in our family (daughters and sons) to learn how to make homemade pasta and tomato sauce. Emphasis on homemade. Heaven forbid an Italian is caught with store-bought sauce or worse have a can of Spaghettio’s in the cupboard. Open one of those babies and your FBI status (Full Bloodied Italian) would be taken away.

My mom taught me to cook using my senses; sight, touch, taste, smell, listen. The latter was ultra important in our household. Always, listen to mamma.
  
I realize now that the same techniques I use in cooking I also apply when writing, adding a lot of love into my writing craft. Using all the senses: touch, taste, sight and smell, creating characters, dialogue and plots that will give the reader not only a visual experience of what’s happening, but hopefully they can taste what the characters are tasting, smell the scents of the scenery, close their eyes and hear the voices (not the ones in our heads, that’s another story), but the tone of the characters, and most importantly feel the passion I (and other writer’s) have put into creating a wonderful story to draw the reader into a comical, suspenseful, mysterious and romantic world.

I'm sharing a family favorite, easy to make, and I like to think of it as Italian Soul Food.

Pasta e Fagioli Recipe



This recipe can be made and eaten the same day, but it tastes even better if you make it a day ahead of time and serve it the next day, as all the ingredients and goodness marinate together.

Ingredients:

olive oil
chopped tomatoes (or a can of plum tomatoes)
cup onion (finely chopped)
2 cloves garlic (minced)
6 cups beef broth (or vegetable stock)
1 can red kidney beans (drained and well rinsed)
1 can white kidney beans (drained and well rinsed)
1 can chick peas (drained and well rinsed)
½ cup fresh basil (chopped)

**3 cups meatballs (use your favorite meatball recipe and make them tiny bite sized) Pinch red pepper flakes, optional

Freshly grated Parmesan Cheese

Pasta (your choice: penne, elbow, tubetti)

**Note: If you don’t want to make meatballs, you can use ground beef, or skip the meat all together.

·             Coat soup pot with olive oil and heat oil on medium. Once oil is heated, add onion and cook until onion is transparent, then add garlic and keep stirring until garlic is infused with the onion.
·             Add tomatoes and cook for about 5 minutes, stirring.
·             Add broth and let cook (uncovered) for 45 minutes.
·             Add red beans, white beans, chick peas, meatballs or sauteed ground beef if you are using meat, and let cook for 15 minutes
·             In a separate pot, boil water and make pasta according to packagae directions
·             While the pasta is cooking, add the chopped basil, red pepper flakes and salt and pepper to taste and let the soup keep cooking.
·             Once pasta is cooked, drain it and add it to the soup pot.
·             Ladle the soup into bowls. Sprinkle with freshly grated Parmesan cheese and drizzle with extra-virgin olive oil just before serving.

Note: If making soup the day ahead, then don’t add any pasta, make the pasta the day you will be serving the soup.

Buon appetito!

About Selena Robins

Selena Robins is the author of the contemporary romance, WHAT A GIRL WANTS.

Genre-defying, witty, humorous, suspenseful, romantic and sexy— words used to describe Selena’s novels. A self-professed foodie and chocolate guru, Selena loves to dance with her dog, sing into her hairbrush and write in her PJ's. In love with her family, friends, books, laughter, hockey, lively discussions and red wine (sometimes all at the same time). Selena is a dragon slayer who enjoys reading and writing sassy heroines and hot heroes (the ones your mamma warned you about, but secretly wished she’d dated a few in her life).

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Friday, July 27, 2012

FInally, book five...and a Very Easy Contest ~Tanya Hanson



I thought it would be a fun hook for one of the eight Martin siblings of Hearts Crossing cattle ranch to be a vegetarian. So I picked sister Kelley...and named her after my own vegetarian niece.

Here story, Soul Food, Book Five in the 8-book series, is my latest release.  

Here is the blurb:
With her restaurant on the brink of failure, Kelley Martin comes home to Hearts Crossing Ranch both to renew her spirit and make some quick cash as chuck cook on the family’s famed city slicker wagon train adventures. Falling for handsome temporary geneticist Jason Easterday is definitely not on her list of things to do. And despite her wavering faith, Jason’s lack thereof shows her there’s no future for them...even if his kisses indicate otherwise.

Always on the move, Jason Easterday has lived his life searching for...something. When he meets Kelley Martin and allows God into his life, Jason feels he's finally found his place. With Kelley at his side, he'll have a home of his own and a wife to adore. But Kelley won't give him the time of day, and she's leaving town to return to her ex. Now, he must find a way to hold his ground, get her back, and remain where his heart has led him.

For an excerpt and purchase info, click the link here:

What’s not to love about a cowboy/cowgirl romance? Your heart will flutter along with Jason’s butterfly kiss. Sigh.

Because we’re dealing with a vegetarian chef heroine here, I thought I’d leave y’all with a recipe. But I don’t cook much so easier the better.

You only need three things, and this dip can be a snack, before-the-meal, or even dessert!

                                                           Strawberries ‘n’ Cream:

1. Rinse three baskets of strawberries, arrange on a pretty platter with some mint springs. (Okay, okay, this makes Ingredient Four.)

2. Soften one brick of low-fat cream cheese to room temperature. Cut up into a bowl.

3. Spoon out one jar of marshmallow cream into the bowl and beat with mixer. Presto, the best dip ever.

Serve with your berries.

And now, for you comment prompt. What’s your favorite summer fruit or vegetable?  Remember to leave your e-addy with your comment for a chance to win the precious cowgirl angel pin.

Love to all...and thanks, TRS, for my wonderful week in The Romance Studio. If you want a closer peak, check out TRS’ feature of me!

Hugs,
~Tanya Hanson
Oh, and PLEASE like my author page!

Oh, and Book Six, Angel Child, will be out later this fall. Stay tuned, and don’t be a stranger. 


Thursday, July 26, 2012

Bragging Rights....Book Four, and a Very Easy Contest ~Tanya Hanson



Aw, I know every family has it’s warts and closet skeletons and things you wish you could sweep under the bed like dust-bunnies. But I’m the kind of writer who finds real life nauseatingly present in the fiction I come up with.

That said, I’ve been estranged from my brother Paul for quite a few years now. I’m not going to apply fault but...I’ve talked to enough clergy and even a counselor to suspect I’m pretty much 100% right.

Nonetheless, it hurts. And when I was writing, Right to Bragg, the fourth installment of my Hearts Crossing Ranch series at Pelican Book Group, I couldn’t even consider any name but Paul for the heroine’s alienated brother.

Here’s the blurb for Book Four. Remember to leave a comment and your e-addy...I’ll draw one name after my five-day stint here at The Romance Studio, for one (lucky?) person to receive the darling cowgirl angel pin below. That said, comment as many times as you want, each and every day. More the merrier!

Disowned by her family, Tiffany Vickers faces a lonely Christmas and takes great comfort in the baby boy in her care. Her faith is in tatters, and she guards her heart against the baby's uncle, handsome cowboy, Bragg Martin.

 It's the season for forgiveness, and while Bragg longs to open his heart and family to the lovely nanny, he doesn't understand her interest in his arch enemy. Saving a man's life and saving Tiffany's faith bring the couple together...and home to Hearts Crossing Ranch.

For an excerpt, or purchase info, click the link below.


Okay, now comment to this question: (it relates to skeletons in the family closet LOL.)

Would you EVER get a skull/skeleton tattoo? Or have you? (I actually LOVE them.) Do you have or would you get a tattoo of any kind? (I’d LOVE a cherry blossom tat across my shoulder like Crosby’s in Parenthood, well, a feminized version anyway. But I’m a regular blood donor. 57 gallon club....you can’t donate for a year if you get a tat or a piercing. Sigh.)
Hugs,
~Tanya Hanson
Oh, and PLEASE like my author page!

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Sanctuary, book three, and a very easy contest...~Tanya Hanson



Well, everybody says their book is a book of the heart...but my Sanctuary truly is. I nearly lost my hubby to testicular cancer. I still get shivers in the night. But last Easter Sunday (no coincidence IMO), he celebrated his fourth anniversary cancer-free!

That all said and sniffed over, I know he wouldn’t be here without the scientific advances at Indiana University-Bloomington (you go, Dr. Einhorn!!) of the last 30 years.

So...comment to this question (and leave your email addy, please) to get into my oho-so easy contest. Maybe your name will be drawn after my five-day stint here at The Romance Studio as winner of the darling cowgirl angel pin below.

What is the greatest scientific advancement of the last fifty years?

Here’s the blurb for Sanctuary, which was an exclusive feature and web review at Romantic Times! (PS. Mallie is based on the real-life struggle of our dear, 32-year old family friend who is desperately battling glioma. Please say a prayer if you’ve a mind.)

Ranch foreman and single dad Hooper Martin is ready to put his health and life back on track after battling testicular cancer...including re-entering the dating scene. His little girl sure could use a mother. Falling hard for wedding guest Malia Cameron makes perfect sense to him: she's a survivor, too. 

Mallie has put her heart on hold, knowing she will never recover from her struggle with a brain tumor. She can't promise a future to anybody and vows never to fall in love. Letting Hooper Martin into her life would be a big mistake. But his good looks take her breath away, and his living faith starts to gentle her confusion about Who's really in charge.

For an excerpt and purchase info, click this link:

Once, again, what in your opinion is the greatest scientific advancement of the last 50 years?

Hugs,
~Tanya Hanson
Oh, and PLEASE like my author page!

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

A Very Easy Contest and Book Two...~Tanya Hanson




Okay doke. I can barely contain my joy! Not long ago, I sold
a young adult paranormal book on the Salem Witch Trials! The Circle Girls: Once

Upon a Witch will release in late 2012 through Pelican Book Group’s upcoming
new YA line, Watershed. Since I’ve worn a Stetson ever since my first book
years ago and think I’ve developed a Western brand, my editors and I decided on
a different pen name for this new venture. (There’s talk it could be a series.)

I think we got it, a riff on my name and a hint at my
ancestral heritage. And here’s the to-die-for cover.


While you’re thinking on it, I’ll mention Redeeming Daisy,
Book Two in my Hearts Crossing Ranch series at Pelican Book Group. This story
has its roots in the loss of our own precious black Labs.



Here’s the blurb: Veterinarian
rancher Pike Martin has no choice but to advise putting down Daisy Denmore’s
fatally ill dog, but she swears it's revenge for her mistreatment of Pike's
brother years ago. Although stung by her insult at his professionalism, Pike
finds himself drawn to the troubled woman who flounders in faith and aches for
love and acceptance.

Costly mistakes have sent Daisy down an
unrighteous path. Abandoned by her ex-husband, humiliated and broke, she has no
choice but to return to her parents’ home in Mountain Cove, Colorado. As soon
as she saves enough money, though, she'll be gone. Until Pike Martin's soft
voice, caring manner, and downright empathy for her wounds tempt her to stay.

With God on his side, can Pike help Daisy
along the path to forgiveness, trust, and whole-hearted love?



For an excerpt and more
info, click on the link:
http://www.pelicanbookgroup.com/ec/redeeming-daisy

Before I sign off, I’ve got
to ask the bigger question--wait for it. Then leave a comment and your e-mail
addy...I’ll be picking one commenter from all my posts today to receive the
darling cowgirl angel pin! (Yes, indeedy,you can post for more chances every single day!)


Here goes: If you could

rename yourself, what name would YOU choose?
Hugs,

~Tanya Hanson
www.tanyahanson.com
www.petticoatsandpistols.com
Oh, and PLEASE like my author page!
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Monday, July 23, 2012

How to you like YOUR America...and a Contest. ~Tanya Hanson


So...what’s the best way to see America? 

Let me know your thoughts in a comment and leave your e-mail addy. I’ll be picking one commenter’s name on Friday from all of my posts the next five days at The Romance Studio to receive the darlngest-ever cowgirl angel pin from carla’s Angels! (http://www.carlasangels.com/)


Well...I’ve flown lots of places including Boston, NYC, Omaha, Chicago, San Antonio, London, baby. Leaf-peeped throughout New England. Taken a guided tour of the historic sites of the east coast on a fancy bus. Driven Route 66 (well, to Kingman AZ). But one of my best times ever was a wagon train around the Tetons!

Kinda reminds me of Book One in my series from Pelican Book Group.


Here’s the blurb for Hearts Crossing Ranch. (I won’t bore you with an excerpt. They take too long to read. For an excerpt and other particulars, click here: http://www.pelicanbookgroup.com/ec/hearts-crossing-ranch )

A beautiful city slicker and a rugged cowboy…The perfect Wild West adventure. Cowboy Kenn Martin bears the guilt for allowing a coach to ruin his younger brother’s bright athletic future. Feeling unworthy of any happiness, he’s lost his faith in relationships and in God. When he meets Christy Forrest, he begins to hope for redemption but soon learns his past mistakes aren't something she'll easily forgive.

On the Colorado wagon train adventure planned by her late father, landscape designer Christy Forrest seeks to find peace in the nature she loves. However, she can't let go of her anger at the drunk driver who killed her dad—or the woman who did nothing to stop the man from driving. Falling for Kenn Martin begins to lighten her heart…until she realizes the handsome cowboy carries heavy a burden all his own—a burden she’s not sure she can accept.


Okay? So what’s your thought on the best way to see America?

Hugs,
~Tanya Hanson

Oh, and PLEASE like my author page!

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Red In The Hood - Contemporary Urban Romance That's NO Fairy Tale!


One of my favorite fairy tales growing up happened to be the classic Little Red Riding Hood.  I often walked to my grandmother’s house but not through the forest.  Instead I traveled the streets of my hometown, through my old working class neighborhood where I never met any wolves but where other threats often existed.  I had a red woolen sweater cape and much later a red hooded sweatshirt but that’s about as close as I came to living the story.

But we don’t forget, especially writers and when I sat down to write my first Romance On The Go submission for Evernight Publishing, I found myself thinking about Little Red Riding Hood.  That brought to mind echoes of the old neighborhood and city too.  Red happens to be one of my favorite colors so the elements began to come together in a contemporary romance with an urban setting with some fairy tale overtones.

Red In The Hood isn’t a modern retelling of the classic fairy tale, not by any means.  I think it would be safer to say it’s inspired by the original.  And while my hero is named Wulfric – although everyone but the heroine and Wulfric’s German born mom calls him Ric –he’s all male but not a wolf or even a shapeshifter.

Evernight’s new Romance On The Go Line is intended for the busy reader on the go which includes many of us.  Their short but complete tales are intended to be read at break, in an evening, during the daily commute, at the doctor’s office, or at the beach.  I’m working on another now because I’ve had some awesome reader response so far on Red In The Hood.

Here’s a little excerpt and all the details from my latest, Red In The Hood:

Red In The Hood by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy $2.99 Evernight Publishing

Tamara’s known far and wide as the girl in the red hood. Red is not only her favorite color but a way to express everything from anger to love. She hates her mundane existence. After tragedy destroyed her family life, Tamara’s become a loner who shuts out everyone, even her one-time lover, Wulfric.

Wulfric refuses to give up on Tamara, and when she yields to him, her life seems to shift back on track. But when danger hits, Wulfric steps in to make the ultimate sacrifice to save her. His life and their love hang in the balance.






            Any time she thought about home, she wanted to run fast and hard in another direction.  By the time she got home, her mother would be dead to the world on the sofa, television blaring and the rank odor of beer permeated the living room.  Most likely there’d be a half-finished beer sitting on the floor beside her mother’s favorite rump sprung chair [JC1] and often, pooled on the floor, spilled.  If her dad happened to be home, which wasn’t likely, he’d reek of marijuana smoke as well as tobacco.  He’d stagger home from the nearest bar on foot because he lost his license two years earlier.  No one cleaned house any longer unless Tamara made an effort to clear the clutter, toss out the stacks of unread newspapers, collect the empty beer cans, and wash the mountain of dirty dishes.  She did for a long time but these days, she came in, trailed around the trash to her room and left as soon as possible.   Tamara had no idea why she stayed there.  At twenty-four she could move out anytime and rent an apartment or a mobile home somewhere, but she’d spend almost every penny she earned keeping it up if she did.

            Maybe she feared if she split her parents might kill each other or her mom might drown in her own vomit.   Her dad might burn the house down with a smoldering joint or just never come back.  A rare moment of longing for the old days, her childhood years when things were different rose up in her heart and the tears she stayed angry to deny burned in her eyes.  A few escaped down her cheeks and she brushed them away, mad she cried.   Wulfric halted and wiped them away with his big hand.  As if he read her mind, he said, his voice so gentle more tears gushed out, “Don’t be so hard on your folks.  They weren’t like this until Anthony crashed his bike.”

            “I know,” Tamara said through a rush of pain.  Her faƧade, her defenses tumbled as she remembered her older brother.  Anthony represented the best of their little family unit.  He’d played football so well he earned a full ride scholarship to the state university and he’d majored in biology.  In high school and then on campus, he’d been popular, a magnet for pretty girls and nice guys, people from a social strata far above the neighborhood.  He pulled straight A’s every semester, worked part time at JC Penney’s in the menswear department, and dressed like someone out of GQ.  Her parents were so proud of their son and Tamara, as a teenager, all but worshipped her brother.  He’d never been mean to her like so many brothers she saw, and he helped her chart a plan to take her to the heights he traveled.

            Everything crashed when he died five years earlier, when he took a curve on some two-lane highway in the middle of the state late at night too fast and shot off the road into a tree.  Tamara would never forget the late-night visit from two highway patrol officers, who broke the news of Anthony’s immediate death with professional kindness and true compassion.  With him in the mix, they’d been a family but on the night of the awful funeral home visitation for her brother, her dad had spoken terrible words.  His outburst scarred Tamara’s soul and fed her anger.  She couldn’t forget or forgive or even cut him slack, because he’d been drinking all afternoon.  It wasn’t justified.

            “If one of my kids had to die,” her dad said, eyes red and staring at her like a demon straight out of hell’s back acre, “why in the hell couldn’t it have been you and not my son?”

            Tamara had walked out of the funeral home and walked, not arriving home until early morning.  She might not have gone back at all, but Wulfric found her, loved her, and brought her home.  From then until the day two years ago she cut him out of her life, he’d been with her through everything as both rock and lover.

            His eyes scanned her face and he probably knew just what she thought.  Tamara wanted to bury her face against his shoulder and weep.  She yearned for his comfort and she ached with true hunger for his love.  At the most vulnerable she’d been in a long time, she might reveal the truth and she didn’t want to do that.   Wulfric could do better in life without her attached to his side like a Siamese twin, and so she pushed away emotion and stared at him, making her face into a blank mask.

            “Wulfric, I gotta go,” she mumbled and took off running, the bag of day-old donuts still clutched in one fist.  Tamara didn’t dare look back but when she reached Grandma’s porch, she snuck one glance and he stood, leaning against a utility pole like a sentinel on duty.   Tamara brushed away more tears, schooled her expression toward normal hostility, and rang the doorbell.

            Her grandmother opened the door, leaning on a cane, hair silver and step slower than it used to be.  Anthony’s death hit her hard, too and she’d never been quite the same since.  But her face brightened when she saw Tamara and she smiled.  “Come in, honey.  What are you doing out in this weather? I figured you’d go straight on home from the store.”




Look what's coming in August! Two erotic romances from Tory Richards!

Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
Liquid Silver Books

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Editor, Please Take a Bow

I recently received a 4 Star review from RT Reviews for my latest release, The Morning After, and my editor, Stacy at The Wild Rose Press, deserves as much of the credit as I do.

I believe this because last year, I worked as an editor for an e-publisher. What I learned could probably fill a book, if I wrote nonfiction. Not only did I become a better editor as the year wore on, my skills as a writer also improved.

My authors ranged from the experienced to first time published. The blunders of both groups ran the spectrum from point of view problems to back-story dumps.

How much easier I saw the foibles of other authors than my own. But what I came to recognize were my own weaknesses. When you’re removed from a manuscript, you see the pitfalls so much clearer. We love our manuscripts like a baby and, like all mothers/fathers, we can’t necessarily see the imperfections. The phrase we worked so hard over and is so clever has no history for the editor. Pretty easy to slash and burn. When I realized this, I was able to more easily step back and use the same technique on my own manuscripts.

We’re told to write without fear of our inner editor; to ignore her and lay our story down with abandon. I have a multi-published friend who requires little, if any, editing once she’s completed her manuscript. I’m convinced her inner editor works side-by-side with her. She’s at the point in her career, after having written so many books, she and her inner editor are one and it doesn’t disrupt the creative process. Editing other authors has given me some of that ability. Kind of the practice-makes-perfect syndrome.

But, and this is a big but, I will always need an editor. In my opinion, an author will always be too close to her work to see all overused words, illogical plot lines, flat characters, questionable POV issues and unneeded verbiage to name a few. I also have a newfound respect for editors. It’s hard work. And every suggestion from my editor gets a thoughtful consideration from me now.

What I found most amazing about the experience was hearing my voice in other authors. How many times had I disagreed when told to cut paragraphs of back-story? It hurts. We create this wonderful history, and shouldn’t everyone want to read about our well-rounded characters? You really have to know this! Or “but Nora Roberts” switched POV in the middle of a scene – why can’t I? Some edits are hard to make.

What I found most amusing about the experience was a comment my husband made to me one day as I toiled over one of my own manuscripts. My editor had sent back the first round of edits. I cringed at the amount of red. “My gosh, this is going to take me longer to edit than it took me to write it,” I complained out loud. My husband didn’t look up from his paper, but snickered, “Now you know how your authors feel.”

Brenda and her husband are gypsies at heart having lived in six states and two countries. Recently, they moved to prairie country in Arizona and are enjoying the wide-open spaces while tending fruit trees and veggie gardens. They share their home with their dog, Rusty. When Brenda isn’t at her laptop writing, she enjoys hiking, motorcycle riding and the company of good friends.

The Morning After, blurb:
Can there really be love at first sight?

Abigail Martin doesn’t think so. Unless the sexy redheaded stranger she wakes up with the morning after her best friend’s wedding is telling the truth.

Bobby Stockwood fell cowboy-hat-over-boot-heels for the brown-haired beauty, and married her in an impromptu wedding ceremony.  Now he just has to convince his new bride that the morning after can be the first day of the rest of their lives.

But just when Abigail starts believing the fairy-tale is real, she finds out exactly who Bobby is, and the walls of make-believe start crumbling down.

Some buy links:

Other books by Brenda:
Tattoos, Leather and Studs released from Melange Books in 2011
Honey On White Bread released from Melange Books in 2011
Sleeping with the Lights On released from The Wild Rose Press in 2010

Visit Brenda at www.brendawhiteside.com.
Occasionally on Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/@brendawhitesid2
She blogs on the 9th and 24th of every month at http://rosesofprose.blogspot.com
She blogs about life on the prairie at http://brendawhiteside.blogspot.com/