Welcome to the second stop of Sara Walter Elwood's Book Tour for Gambling on a
Dream! There are several stops on this tour so please be sure to check all
of the below listed stops in the coming days. Plus every stop that you
leave a comment at gains you one entry to win an Amazon or Barnes & Noble $25 gift card. Until then, Sara shares with us a fun and easy recipe!
A
Recipe for Corn Soup Served with a Bit of Spice (excerpt)…
One of the meals
mentioned in Gambling On A Dream is a corn soup that is a traditional
Cherokee meal.
Here in Central
Pennsylvania we also have a corn soup that the Pennsylvania Dutch have made famous.
We call it chicken corn soup, and if you go to a festival, county fair, or
church bar-b-que here in Central PA, you will most likely find a kettle of this
delicious “Dutch” staple. Here’s my recipe, (caveat: My grandmother taught me
how to cook by using sight and feel as my measuring cup. She never owned a
cookbook, never measured anything, and although I own several, I rarely follow
them to a tee and also seldom use a measuring devise >g<… The
measurements are my best approximations, but this soup is simple enough that I
feel anyone can make it.)
This will make
approximately six-seven quarts of soup. The leftovers are great served the next
day or you can freeze it up to one month.
INGREDIENTS:
2 pounds of boneless
chicken cubed (I like to use a combination of breast and thigh meat)
4-12 oz cans of chicken
stock
2 cubes (or 2
teaspoons) of chicken flavored bouillon
1 cup diced fresh
carrots
3 celery ribs, diced
1 medium onion, diced
1 16 oz bag frozen corn
½ teaspoon of salt (or
to taste)
½ teaspoon of black
pepper (or to taste)
2 medium potatoes,
peeled and diced
Homemade dumplings
(recipe follows)
1 tablespoon of dried
parsley, or 2 tablespoons of fresh, chopped
For dumplings:
Using a fork, mix 1 cup
of flour, 1 egg yolk (save the white), and a pinch of salt until dime size
lumps form. If dough is too moist, add flour by the tablespoon until lumps
form. If dough is too dry, add 1 to 2 teaspoons of the egg white.
DIRECTIONS:
Add to a large stock
pot: chicken, broth, bouillon, corn, onion, celery, carrots, salt, and pepper.
Bring to a boil on medium heat, then simmer for at least 1 hour covered, or
until vegetables are tender and chicken is soft. If fluid has decreased
significantly, add just enough water to make up the difference. Bring to a boil
again, then add diced potatoes, parsley, and dumplings. Cook until potatoes are
soft.
Serve with warm rolls
or biscuits.
Now for that spice I
promised…
Only inches separated
them, and her scent surrounded him. Her eyes dilated and heated his blood. He
was lost. The ache in his cock shorted out his good sense, and he reached for
her. She didn’t fight as she stepped into his arms, tilting her head back. With
a swipe of her pink tongue, she moistened her lips. “I know you’re a bad boy.”
The husky words were like
a mean sucker punch in the gut. He had to have her. Pulling her closer and
backing her up to the edge of the counter, he pressed the evidence of his
desire against her. A soft moan escaped her moist lips as he lifted her to
settle his cock into the cradle of her hips, and she rubbed her thigh against
his. He wasn’t sure if he damned the clothing between them or was thankful for
the barrier.
He came down hard on her
pliable lips, demanding to be fed. She resisted his entry for a moment, but
then relaxed into him and opened her mouth under his. As he buried his fingers
into her hair and held her to him, he plunged in, needing to conquer her. She
tasted of sweet mint, coffee, and the nirvana of a woman’s desire.
Gripping the shirt over
his chest, she moaned her surrender. But she demanded as much from him. As she
slid her tongue against his, her body moved with each stroke against him.
He grabbed the bottom of
her sweater and slipped his hand under to find the satin of her bra. Her breast
was hot and heavy beneath the cloth. When he rolled his thumb over her nipple,
it puckered instantly. She gasped and her hands flattened on his chest, trapped
between their bodies.
~~~~~
Gambling On A Dream
Colton Gamblers Book 3 by Sara
Walter Ellwood
June 9, 2015
With Everything At Stake…
It’s been years since
Sheriff Dawn Madison said goodbye to Texas Ranger Wyatt McPherson. She’s closed
the door on the heartache of her past. But when the sleepy town of Colton,
Texas, is rocked by a series of shocking murders, Dawn has no choice but to
trust the man who broke her heart if she wants to protect the ones she loves…
All Bets Are Off
Four years have passed.
But Wyatt hasn’t forgotten the bold, Native American beauty who stole his heart
. . . and broke it. Losing her and the life they had hoped to share left him an
empty shell of himself. But if he wants to stop the deranged killer terrorizing
the innocent kids of Colton, he’ll have to let Dawn back into his life. It’s a
risk he’s willing to take, even if heartache is all he takes home…
Excerpt:
When
the door closed with a resounding click behind her brother, Dawn pounded a fist
onto the table with enough force to rattle their coffee mugs. “Dammit, who is
he protecting?”
Wyatt
glanced back at the door. Her older brother Talon had always had it rough, but
no worse than Dawn and their younger brother. Sure, being one of Jock
Blackwell’s ill-begotten sons wasn’t something he’d wish on a rabid coyote.
However, Tom Madison had treated Talon like a son all his life, even giving him
a third of his ranch when he retired.
Talon
had changed, and not for the better. His problems didn’t come from how he was
raised, or even the occasional bullying. He was a troublemaker, and nothing
would have changed him.
He
sat in the chair Talon had vacated. “Or the question could be what is he
hiding?”
She
ran her hands over her dark hair to the tight bun at the base of her skull.
With jerky movements, she pulled out the band holding the twisted braid
captive. As she ran her fingers through the long mass of raven silk, heat
coursed through him at the memories of all that hair covering him like a
blanket while they’d made love. When she bent over the table and scratched her
scalp in pure frustration, all he could think about was her hair hanging down
her back to brush and tickle his thighs as she rode him--her favorite
position--to orgasm.
The
erection was fast and furious and nearly had him groaning. Thank God, he was
sitting. He forced his numbed mind to focus on the case.
“We
have to find someone else who may have seen or knows something.” She glanced
across the table at him and straightened. If there was ever the perfect picture
of a beautiful Indian maiden, it was Dawn with her hair down. Had she ever had
the stuff cut? He swallowed hard and shifted in his chair as his jeans
strangled his cock. How long had it been since he’d had sex? He couldn’t
remember, but refused to believe he hadn’t been with someone since Dawn.
With
swift, practiced motions, she broke the trance he was under by daftly braiding
her hair and wrapping it into a bagel-sized knot at the back of her head. She
snapped the hair band over the bun.
He
cleared his throat. “When are we talking to Chris’s friends?” His voice came
out sounding a bit husky, even to his ears.
She
stood, taking their coffee cups with her, and refilled them. After she dumped
that god-awful crap pretending to be creamer into hers, she handed him a mug of
black joe. Sipping her coffee from the extra-large, bright green mug he’d given
to her for her thirtieth birthday, she returned to her chair.
“Hendricks
and Kennedy are getting a list, but according to Julie, he didn’t have many friends
in Colton.”
“How
about Justin Vaughn? He’s always been a known dealer. Maybe he knows
something.” He sipped his coffee.
She
smiled, and he almost choked as he swallowed the hot, bitter brew. “Haven’t
thought of him. We should talk to him. They’re about the same age. Vaughn’s
working over at his uncle’s farm and garden market.”
He
set his mug on the table and glanced at his watch. “I can’t today.”
“Hot
date?”
Grinning,
he stood. “No. I’m buying the Estrada Ranch.”
Her
dark eyes widened. “Really? I heard Luis and Stella were thinking of moving to
New Mexico, but I didn’t know it was a done deal. I figured it would go to
either Jose or Mary,” she said, referring to the Estradas’ son and daughter.
“How long has their place been up for sale? I haven’t seen a sign in their
yard.”
He
shrugged and reached for his hat where it sat on the edge of the table. “Luis
and Stella told Mom and Dad they planned to sell the place a couple of weeks
ago while playing Bingo at the firehouse. When they told me, I called the
Estradas and made an offer. It never officially made it on the market. I’ve
been looking for a small ranch.”
“We’ll
be neighbors when you settle in there.” She cocked her head to the side. “I
never knew you wanted to be a rancher.”
“You
never cared about a lot of things I wanted.” His bitterness surprised even him.
She
stood and picked up her mug, leaving his where it sat. As she headed for the
door, she nodded toward it. “We have a policy around here. We clean up after
ourselves. Something I seem to remember you have a hard time with.”
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About Sara:
Although Sara Walter Ellwood has long ago left the farm for the
glamour of the big town, she draws on her experiences growing up on a small
hobby farm in West Central Pennsylvania to write her contemporary westerns.
She’s been married to her college sweetheart for over 20 years, and they have
two teenagers and one very spoiled rescue cat named Penny. She longs to visit
the places she writes about and jokes she’s a cowgirl at heart stuck in
Pennsylvania suburbia. Sara Walter Ellwood is a multi-published and
international Amazon bestselling author of the anthology set Cowboy Up. She also
publishes paranormal romantic suspense under the pen name Cera duBois.
Author Links:
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