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Ahoy, me hearties! Author Alina K. Field is here to share one of her FAVorite holiday recipes. So gather ’round a cask or two. There be gold in them cups!
Take it away, Lady Alina!
My sister-in-law gave me this recipe many years ago. With all the butter, nuts, and cream cheese, it’s rich and yummy, a holiday favorite at my house!
2 cups flour
¼ tsp salt
1 cup margarine or butter
1 8 oz. pkg cream cheese
Cream together margarine and cheese. Add flour and salt. Mix and then chill dough a couple of hours. Once chilled, divide dough into 4 equal parts, then divide each part into 12 balls and place in miniature muffin tins, pressing around sides and bottom.
1 ½ cup light brown sugar
2 tbsps melted margarine
1 ½ cup chopped walnuts or pecans
¼ tsp vanilla extract
Beat eggs, mix with remaining ingredients. Fill prepared muffin cups.
Bake at 375 degrees for 20 minutes. Cool slightly before removing from muffin tin. If desired, top with a sifting of powder sugar.
Separated by lies, united by secrets
Finding the woman he lost turned out to be easy. Winning her is another matter.
Once upon a time, the younger brother of a marquess fell in love with his sister’s companion. He was sent off to war, and she was just sent off, and they both landed in very different worlds.
Now Virgil Radcliffe has returned from his self-imposed exile on the Continent to take up his late brother’s title and discover the whereabouts of the only woman he’s ever loved.
Abandoned by her lover and dismissed by her employer, Ameline Dawes has found a respectable identity as a Waterloo widow, a new life as a midwife, and a safe, secure home for her twin girls. Called to London at Christmas to attend her benefactress’s lying-in, she finds herself confronted by an unexpected house guest–a man determined to woo her anew and win her again.
But, is loving the new Marquess of Wallingford a mistake Ameline cannot afford to repeat?
~ Excerpt ~
A whimpering came from the bed. One of the girls sat up, rubbed her eyes, and began to cry.
He headed for the bed, but Ameline flung his coats at him, took his arm and whisked him to the door.
He dug in his heels—his stocking-clad heels.
The other girl sat up and joined in with a wail that tugged at his heart.
“Now look what you’ve done,” Ameline said. “We’ll wake the whole household.”
“Leave.” Her eyes flashed at him, her hair in such wild disarray he wanted to sink his hands into it and kiss her one more time and maybe never stop. That would shock the girls out of their crying.
She flattened a palm against his chest, but her attention was all directed toward the bed where his daughters were vying for her attention.
So this was fatherhood. He set a finger under her chin and she turned his way, in such a wild mix of anger and concern and frustration he wanted—he needed—to stay. She needed him.
But his being here added one more aggravation to the mix, one that she wasn’t ready for. “All right. We’ll talk tomorrow. We’re not finished yet, Ameline.”
“Oh, we’re finished.”
“May I get my boots?”
Her gaze traveled down him and, moments later, she thrust his boots at him. “Here. Now leave.”
“I will. Good night.”
At the bed, a body was lowering itself down by the sheets, like a sailor going over the side on a line. He swallowed a chuckle and dropped a quick kiss on Ameline’s cheek. “Tomorrow, then. I love you, Ameline.”
Moments later he sat in his banyan by the dwindling coals in his own chamber, arguing with himself about going back down the corridor to her room.
He’d found her, and he’d talked to her. He’d made progress—frustrating, annoying, torturous progress. He’d talk her around.
And by God, he wanted her, and whether Ameline would admit it or not, she was ready to take him back as a lover.
He gripped the arms of his chair. If the girls hadn’t been there tonight…well, it wouldn’t take much more than one night in that bed to convince her to hang up her midwife’s smock and put on a coronet. Blast it, he didn’t want to live this life without her.
The noise down the corridor diminished, but even as his girls were quietening, elsewhere another child had taken up the call of the wild.
He laughed. Since Waterloo, he’d never been able to sleep much. Perhaps he was made for fatherhood.
And by God, he’d be a good father to his girls. Their girls.
Award winning author Alina K. Field earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English and German literature, but her true passion is the much happier world of romance fiction. Though her roots are in the Midwestern U.S., after six very, very, very cold years in Chicago, she moved to Southern California and hasn’t looked back. She shares a midcentury home with her husband, her spunky, blonde, rescued terrier, and the blue-eyed cat who conned his way in for dinner one day and decided the food was too good to leave.
She is the author of the 2014 Book Buyer’s Best winner, Rosalyn’s Ring, a 2015 RONE Award finalist, Bella’s Band, and a 2016 National Reader’s Choice Award finalist, Liliana’s Letter, as well as her latest release, The Marquess and the Midwife. She is hard at work on her next series of Regency romances, but loves to hear from readers!
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Thanks for sharing your recipe for Golden Cups with me crew, Lady Alina! Can’t wait to try these scrumptious gems!!!
Wishing you following winds,