#DD – Recipe and an Excerpt from Tory Richards

Happy Holidays everyone! I’m very excited to be here today. Are you all done with your Christmas shopping? I did most of mine on line this year. I’m not brave enough to do the traditional mall shopping. Don’t care for crowds, especially crowds that turn wild, stampede and pepper spray innocent folks for $2.00 waffle irons!  Besides, there are tons of good deals and free shipping on line.

There are other traditions I do keep. Traditions that started with my mother, and her mother and, well, you get the picture. With my mother and grandmother gone, it’s up to me to make sure the turkey is stuffed with home made dressing. Or stuffing as some of you call it. Depends on what part of the country you’re from I guess. Anyway, the home made dressing is a family favorite, especially for my daughter. And it has to be made just right. No substitutions. LOL…below is a conversation we had as I got ready to make my dressing for Thanksgiving.

“This is maple sausage!” My daughter exclaimed as she took the Jimmy Dean Sausage out of the freezer for me.

Crap! How had I done that? “It will be okay.” I prayed.

“Have you ever made dressing with maple sausage before?” she was quick to ask.

“Oh yeah.” I’ve never been a good liar and couldn’t look her in the eye as I said it.

“No you haven’t!” she practically screamed. “I can’t believe you’re trying to pull one over on me. Who wants dressing that tastes like maple syrup?”

She actually made a run to the store and came storming through the door saying, “Boy you’re lucky. This was the last one.”

So, shaking my head and chuckling, I begin to make the dressing. As I’m breaking up the bread into a huge bowl I spied two left over biscuits in a baggie on the counter. “I think I’ll toss these biscuits in so they won’t go to waste.”

“What?!”

I glanced over at my daughter, who was making the fruit salad. Her eyes were about to pop out of her head. “Have you ever used biscuits in your dressing before?” she asked, and answered for me. “Nooooo…so don’t go changing things now. Make it exactly like you always do.”

And that was the end of that. A nice holiday memory we will most likely bring up every Christmas and laugh over. Here’s the recipe.

Bread Dressing

1 large/long loaf of cheap white bread, torn up in little pieces

1 large onion, chopped up

4 celery stalks with the leaves, washed and cut up

1 tube Jimmy Dean Sage Sausage, cooked and drained

1 table spoon pepper

1 table spoon poultry seasoning

turkey stock, I boil up the neck, heart, liver and kidneys for hours to make the stock, you can substitute with boullion cubes

Add all the ingridents into a bowl. Gradually add the stock and mix well. You want to end up with a texture not too wet and not too dry. Wash the inside of the turkey and pat dry. Then stuff it tight, really pack the dressing in there.  Follow the directions for cooking a stuffed turkey.

My first erotic romance with Liquid Silver Books, The Promise takes place during the holiday season.

ISBN 978-1-59578-818-4

Blurb –

Shannon Hayes’ husband David was killed in Iraq nearly a year ago, and now she must face her first holiday season without him. With a toddler in tow, she travels to the Vermont farm where the rest of the family has gathered for the holidays. There she comes face to face with the man who was with him when he died, and her destiny, his older brother Ryan.

For the first time in years, Ryan returns home to keep a promise he made to David—to take care of Shannon and their daughter. It’s a pledge Ryan is reluctant to keep because he’s been secretly in love with Shannon since first setting eyes on her. Their attraction to each other is instant, intense and soon the promise isn’t the only thing between them.

Excerpt –

Just as she stepped off the bottom step, she heard a noise at the front door. She hesitated, unsure what to do. Who could be visiting at this hour? Just when she expected to hear a knock, she heard something else instead. A key was being inserted into the lock, and right before her startled eyes, she watched the knob turn and the door open. Her gaze landed on a pair of army boots and slowly traveled upward, taking in the muscular body in military fatigues. Her mouth dropped open in shock. Ohmygod! Ryan had come home!

He appeared just as startled as she was. Halting in the threshold as their eyes meet, his rugged expression carved in granite. Only his eyes, those piercing blue orbs, showed any sign of life, if you could call it that. Shannon had a feeling that Ryan Hayes didn’t reveal any emotions that weren’t hardened by years of combat. For a moment, she thought he wasn’t going to speak and half expected him to back out and leave.

“Do you mind if I come in?” His deep voice was just as Shannon remembered. “It’s damn cold out here.”
For the first time she realized she was blocking his way. Swallowing, she stepped back enough for him to enter and close the door behind him. He dropped a large army bag on the floor by his feet, and shook off the snow onto the floor mat. All the while keeping his eyes trained on Shannon, as though she were the enemy. She took a nervous step further into the foyer, directly into the soft glow of the lamp that had been left on in the living room.

Ryan looked just like he did the last time she saw him. Big and tall, cloaked in that attitude of quiet strength he seemed to possess. His black hair cut in military fashion and suited his strong, square boned face. Though sporting a tiny scar over his left eyebrow and another, bigger one halfway down his left cheek he was still a handsome man. He eluded danger in practically every move he made, every glance. His eyes dropped, running over Shannon rapidly, making her painfully aware of her disheveled state.

She refused to reach up and smooth her hair back, knowing that it would do no good. The tiniest quirk on his full, sensuous mouth revealed he found her condition amusing. Quickly, his lips thinned almost menacingly when his gaze narrowed on her breasts. It was then that Shannon reached up and pulled her ruined blouse together where the buttons had come off. She finally found her voice.

“Welcome home, Ryan.”

“Where is everyone?” His tone seemed hard, gruff, more commanding than inquiring. He slipped off his jacket and hung it on a peg on the back of the door, and then bent to slip off his boots.

“Mom went to bed with a headache. Sheila must be putting the kids to bed. The rest won’t get here until tomorrow night.” Shannon couldn’t help but notice the quick glance he shot her way when she called his mother mom. She watched quietly as he set his boots against the wall and stood, towering over her again.

“It’s just as well. I’m tired as hell and want to turn in early myself. But first, I want to find something to eat. I’m starved.” Closing the distance between them, Ryan halted when he reached Shannon. “Is that okay?”

Shannon felt a telltale heat rush up to her cheeks when she realized she was watching Ryan’s mouth form the words. What the heck was wrong with her? Jet lag, that’s what. She gave her head a little shake. She must be more tired than she thought. As his words became clear, it dawned on her that she was once again blocking his way.

“Oh! I’m, ah sorry.” Instead of moving to let him pass, she turned and began to walk in the direction of the kitchen. “I’ll be glad to fix you something to eat.”

“Thanks, but that won’t be necessary.” He was right on her heels.

“That’s okay.” Shannon pushed the kitchen door open and flipped on the light switch on the wall next to it. “Sheila put a plate for me in the oven and if I know her, she left enough for two. I don’t mind sharing.” Not waiting for Ryan to acknowledge her, Shannon took the potholders from the counter by the stove, opened the oven door and retrieved the plate. “Just as I thought.”

She turned and showed him the full plate of corn beef hash. But the expression on Ryan’s face almost made her drop it. Sweat had broken out on his forehead and he’d turned pale, his lips were thin as a muscle twitched in his jaw that had hardened in an effort to hold back that he was in obvious pain. Intense pain. He was clutching the island counter in the middle of the kitchen as if it alone was holding him upright. “Ryan!” Shannon set the plate down and rushed to his side. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

He held a hand up in a silent warning for her to back off. She stopped immediately and waited for another sign from him, afraid he was having some kind of attack. After a few more seconds, he sucked in several deep breaths and released them slowly. It was clear by his expression that he hated showing her even that one small weakness. It was very clear that he didn’t intend talking about it. Shannon knew the moment the pain left his body when his expression relaxed.

“You said something about sharing your dinner?” He pulled out one of the barstools from around the island and sank down onto it. Shannon hesitated for a moment, fighting the urge to question him. Something was terribly wrong, she just knew it, but she didn’t know Ryan well enough to feel she had the right to ask him anything personal. The look in his cold eyes warned her she’d be shot down before she managed to speak the first word. Forcing a smile she was far from feeling, she turned to get a second plate.

“I’ll thank you not to mention what just occurred to my family,” Ryan surprised her by saying while her back was turned to him.

“If that’s what you want,” Shannon responded, opening a cupboard door. She glanced with surprise at where the plates were usually stacked. Glasses had replaced them. Marsha had obviously done some rearranging since the last time Shannon had been there. She opened up several other doors before finding the plates, stacked on the second shelf. Standing on tip toe she strained to reach them.

“Here, let me help you.”

“Oh!” Feeling Ryan brush up against her, Shannon spun around before she could think. Suddenly, it wasn’t her backside feeling h. is hardened muscles. Since he was in the process of reaching over her head for a plate, they were now flush against each other. Her breasts flattened against his hard chest, the lower halves of their bodies were shockingly aligned, and their thighs were touching. Mouths within inches of each other, their breath mingled. It was crazy but Shannon was sure she felt their hearts beating in rhythm. She began to tingle everywhere and held her breath.

Their gazes met and held and Ryan became motionless, his arm still above her head reaching for the plate. It struck Shannon that she was seeing the dangerous side of him, the soldier sizing up the situation and preparing for action. Only in this case, what would that be? She refused to let her mind go there.

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. Check out the links below for more information about the books I write.

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Tory Richards Website – www.toryrichards.com

Liquid Silver Books – http://www.king-cart.com/cgi-bin/cart.cgi?store=linda018&cart_id=24932.15438&product_name=The+Promise&return_page=&user-id=&password=&exchange=&exact_match=exact

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8 Responses to #DD – Recipe and an Excerpt from Tory Richards

  1. Romance Reader Enthusiast says:

    I loved your excerpt. I also love stories where there is a second chance at love. What a great way to start off the new year. Happy Holidays!
    lareynolds0316@gmail.com

  2. Daisy Dunn says:

    Hey Tory!! You’re excerpt sounds wonderful. Would so love to read it!! Have a wonderful Christmas Season!!
    Hugs,

    Daisy Dunn

  3. Daisy Dunn says:

    Oops…forgot to leave my email…
    daisydunn23@gmail.com

    Daisy

  4. Regina Ross says:

    i cant wait to read this one,i have it on my to buy list =) Happy Holidays !!!

    reginamayross@gmail.com

  5. Josee Renard says:

    Tory, thanks so much for dropping by with your excerpt (*waving hand to cool face*) and your recipe. I’m so going to try that.

    Josee

  6. Shelly says:

    ooh what a place to end the excerpt! I really want to know what happens next. lol our children are so ready for change whenever new electronics come out but try changing their favorite dish they immediately turn back into kids who don’t want anything to change. Your recipe is vey similar to my stuffing. Happy Holidays. 🙂

  7. Thanks for stopping by and leaving your comments everyone! I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season and Happy New Year.

    Tory

  8. Tessa says:

    Fabulous excerpt and recipe, thanks so much!

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