Happy Holidays all and welcome to Heather’s Party!
Sabrina York’s Baby, Ring My Bell Cookies
3 cups flour
½ teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon salt
1teaspoon ground ginger
½ teaspoon instant coffee powder
1cup butter at room temperature
1 ¼ cup brown sugar
¼ cup dark corn syrup
1 teaspoon cream
Maraschino cherries, cut in half
1/3 cup brown sugar
2 Tablespoons melted butter
¼ cup maraschino cherry juice
1 ½ cup ground pecans
1. Sift flour, baking soda, salt, ground ginger and instant coffee powder in a small bowl.
2. Cream room temperature butter with 1 ¼ cup brown sugar, dark corn syrup, egg and cream in a medium bowl.
3. Mix dry and creamed ingredients.
4. Roll thinly on a heavily floured surface (or between sheets of heavily floured wax paper.
5. Cut circles with floured 3 inch round cutter (or a wine glass if you’re not using it) and transfer with floured spatula to cookie sheet.
6. Mix filling (1/3 cup brown sugar, melted butter, maraschino cherry juice and ground pecans) in a small bowl.
7. Place 1 teaspoon of the filling in the center of the round cookie and fold the sides to form a bell shape.
8. Add 1/2 maraschino cherry to form the clapper on each cookie to form the clapper.
9. Bake at 350° for 12-15 minutes.
I am thrilled to be able to share my Bell Cookies with you!
This recipe was my mom’s and I remember hours and hours of helping her make
these treats. Smelling them cooking always brings back sweet memories of
I am also excited to have the chance to tell you about my
new book, Susana and the Scott, coming December 29th from St.
Martin’s Press. This romantic romp carries readers back to the wild Scottish
Highlands, where the bravest of men surrender to no one-except the boldest of
A SCANDALOUS TEMPTATION
Andrew Lochlannach is famous for his conquests, on and off the battlefield.
When a fellow warrior challenges him to a kissing contest, he wastes no time in
planting his lips on ninety-nine lovely lasses-an impressive feat of seduction
that gets him banished to the hinterlands. Still, Andrew has no regrets about
his exploits-especially his embrace with the most beguiling woman he’s ever
AN UNDENIABLE PASSION
With flaming red hair and a temper to match, Susana is not some innocent
farmgirl who gives herself over easily to a man, even one as ruggedly handsome
as Andrew. The wicked Scot may have won a kiss from the headstrong beauty in a
moment of mutual desire, but Susana refuses to be just another one of his
conquests. Andrew must convince the fiery lass that even though he is not
playing a game, losing her is not an option…
READ AN EXCERPT!
Susana was annoyed. There was no doubt about it. The swish
of her hips as she led him across the bustling bailey was a dead giveaway, that
and the dark glowers she shot over her shoulder. But Andrew couldn’t help but
be amused. For one thing, she was damn alluring with she was annoyed.
Hell, she was damn alluring altogether. The curve of her
waist alone could drive a man insane, much less that silky tumble of hair. He
wanted to wrap it is his fist, wind it around his body. A certain part of his
At the thought, his cock rose.
It was difficult to remind himself that he’d vowed to eschew
seduction, but try as he might, he couldn’t banish the fantasy of stripping
those breeks from her lovely body and laying her down in the heather. Visions
of that twitching backside—bare before him—danced in his head.
But he’d made a vow. A sacred vow. And as tempting as she
was, he would control his baser urges. He could. Probably.
These thoughts whirled in his head as she led him into the
stables, past his men—who were unpacking and seeing to their horses—and through
the kennels. Though he was perplexed, Andrew followed. He would probably follow
anywhere she led. It was a fact that should have scared him to death or at the
very least, concerned him. But it didn’t. However, when she started up a
staircase at the very end of the long hall, he had to stop her.
She glared at the hand he set on her arm. He tried to ignore
the sizzle that raged through him at their first touch. It was ridiculous how
much that touch affected him. And how much he enjoyed her glare.
He edged closer. “Where are we going?” he asked in a purr.
Judging from her frown, his tone irritated her. He rather
enjoyed irritating her, he found.
She ripped her arm away and continued up the stairs. He
followed and found himself in a narrow loft that ran the length of the kennels.
It was dim and a little dusty. Motes danced on the air. The roof was so low he
had to duck his head to miss the rafters.
“Your men will stay here,” she said.
Andrew gaped at her. The room was swept clean and empty. A
thin shaft of light from the far window illuminated it with a murky light. But
the yipping from the kennel and the stench of excrement wafted up from below.
For some reason, all thoughts of alluring backsides dissipated. Disbelief
gushed through him. “Here?”
She crossed her arms and offered what could only be
described as a smirk.
He tipped his head to the side. “This is a kennel.”
“I am aware of that.”
“I have twenty-five men.”
“The room is quite large.”
“There are no beds.”
She blew out a breath. “We’ll bring in pallets.”
Andrew blinked. He set his teeth and tried to remain calm.
His men were warriors. They did not sleep on pallets. In a kennel. “This will
not do.” Surely she saw that. Surely she understood… He caught a glimpse of her
smug expression and it dawned on him.
She did. She did understand. She knew damn well what she was
doing. Her response only verified his suspicions.
“I’m sorry, but you have descended upon us with no warning
whatsoever with a large group of men. I’m afraid this is all we can offer you
at this time.” Her smile was deferential, but hardly sincere. The light dancing
in her eyes lit a flame in his belly. “Of course, if our accommodations are
unacceptable, you can always return to Dunnet…”
Oh, she’d like that, wouldn’t she?
Rather than the exasperation her self-satisfied look should
have sparked, Andrew found himself filled with another emotion entirely.
Anticipation. Exhilaration. The thrill of a challenge.
For that was what she was, Susana Dounreay. A challenge.
And it appeared she reveled in provoking him.
A pity she didn’t understand he was a dangerous man to
The tumult her presence sparked within him flared again,
burning the edges of his resolution; his inconvenient lust blossomed, and with
it, an unruly resolve.
He wanted, very badly, to kiss her. He wanted to wrench her into his arms and
cover her sweet mouth with his. He wanted to taste her, consume her, possess
And he would.
Clearly he wasn’t the kind of man who could swear off women.
Clearly he wasn’t the kind of man who could keep a vow.
So be it.
Damn to hell his ridiculous vow.
Damn to hell the fact that she was his sister-in-law.
He was going to seduce this vixen, and he would start right
Desire, like a snarling, snapping beast, rose within him,
and he stepped closer.
Susana’s eyes flared as Andrew advanced on her, like a
skulking fox that had spotted a plump rabbit. She didn’t mean to retreat, but
she had to. She’d seen that expression in his eyes before and she knew what it
meant. Something within her howled: Run.
Perhaps it was the expression in his eyes, or the knowledge
that she was playing with fire, or the sudden realization that she’d foolishly
come here, to this deserted loft with the most dangerous man she’d ever met,
but she couldn’t still the urge to whirl and pace to the far end of the room to
peer out of the smudged window. She was aware he followed. She felt his
presence like a fire in a forge.
Desperation prompted her to continue their conversation, to
put some space between them, to raise a shield. “The room is perfectly
habitable,” she proclaimed. “And once we have pallets brought in, it will serve
His voice was low in her ear, a whisper almost. And far too
close. She wanted to turn, to confront him, but she knew, if she did, they
would be face to face, perhaps lip to lip and she could not allow that. She
could never allow that.
The last time he’d kissed her, it had been her undoing.
A pity he didn’t remember.
“My men willna like being housed with the dogs.” Holy God.
Was that his hand on her hip? His thumb tracing her waist? “Nae doubt they will
all want to find…other beds to welcome them.”
Susana stilled as his words sank in. The threat was clear.
And it was rather horrifying. A horde of randy warriors set loose on the innocent
maidens of Dounreay? That his hand had slid over to toy with the small of her
back, to tangle in the skeins of her hair, didn’t help.
Her pulse thudded and her knees went weak. She couldn’t have
it. She couldn’t have this man touching her. She sucked in a breath and slipped
to the side, out of his grasp. When she was far enough away for some measure of
safety, she turned to face him, a reproachful look fixed on her face. “Are your
men so lacking in discipline?” She hoped her frown, her reproving tone, would
bring him to heel. She should have known better.
He grinned and stepped closer. His eyes glinted, as though
needling her was an amusing sport. “They are verra disciplined…when their needs
She crossed her arms, as though that could protect her, and
pretended to study the room. Pretended she wasn’t aware of his thrumming
presence, his heat, his intent. “Well, I shall hold you responsible for
any…improprieties.” She took a step toward the staircase, only a tiny
one—surely not an attempt to escape.
He chuckled—chuckled, the bastard—making it clear he
recognized her cowardice for what it was. And he paced her.
“They’re all good men. They all volunteered to come with me.
Each and every one of them is dedicated to the cause of protecting Reay from the
villains who have been plaguing you. However…”
The way he trailed off derailed her retreat. She stilled.
Glared at him. “However, what?”
“However, they do have…needs. Surely you can find better
She blew out a breath. “In time.” In time.
In time, he would be gone, God willing.
He stepped toward her again, although nonchalantly, as
though he were not chasing her across the room. It occurred to her they were
engaged in something of a macabre dance. It set her nerves on edge. She hadn’t
realized what a long room this was, or how far it was to the stairs.
“Doona leave it too long.” His smile was heinous. It made
all kinds of shivers dance over her skin. “My men are…restless.” She had the
chilling sense he was talking about himself.
“I shall…do my best.” Like hell. “And now, if you will
excuse me, I have things to do.”
His brow quirked. She tried not to notice what a perfect
brow it was. “Ah, but I thought you and I could…talk.”
“Talk?” She didn’t intend to squawk, but she could tell from
his predatory stance, a conversation was not the primary urge on his mind. At
least, not one with words.
He nodded. Though his features were patently earnest, the
sincerity was patently affected. “About the defenses you have in place…so I can
decide what needs improvement.”
Aggravation rippled. It displaced her concerns about being
here, with him, all alone. Fury did that, she’d often found. Overrode common
sense and led one into dangerous waters. Her hands curled into fists. She
strode toward him until they were nearly nose to nose. “Nothing needs
improvement,” she snapped. They didn’t need him. Or his men. Or his stupid
“Nonsense. Now that we’re here, we intend to make a
statement to Stafford, or whatever miscreants are lurking out there thinking
Dounreay is an easy target. But before I set my plans in motion—”
“Your plans?” He already had plans? Och! He was so
She barely noticed that he stepped closer…until their chests
brushed. He was hard and hot; the touch made her tingle. His voice, low and luring
made her tingle as well. His gaze skated over her face, then stalled on her
lips. “Let’s meet and discuss—”
Her pulse skittered. “I doona have time to meet with you.
Not today.” She took a step back. He followed.
“Nae?” A whisper. And his caress over her shoulder, that was
a whisper as well. Like a panicked fawn, Susana eased back again. And again. He
matched her, step for step.
She swallowed heavily. “I… You have descended upon us with
“My brother sent a letter.”
He was too close. Far too close. She swallowed heavily.
“Twenty-five men that now need to be housed and fed. On top of that, I have
many other duties that need attending.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Which duties?”
“Many duties.” She frowned and glanced toward the staircase.
Ah, lord. It was so far… He was too warm. Too broad. Too alluring. Though she
didn’t intend to, she took another step back and—
Oh hell. He’d backed her against the wall. That he couldn’t
stand straight in the low-ceilinged room was a small consolation.
“Susana,” he said as he leaned closer. His breath was a
tantalizing trail over her face.
An unholy thrill snaked through her. Surely that wasn’t
anticipation? Hunger? Need?
She could not allow him to kiss her. She could not—
Her knees nearly melted at the touch of his lips. His
warmth, his taste, his scent made her mind whirl. Thank God he had his hands on
her waist and was holding her steady, or she might well have collapsed.
It occurred to her that she should push him away, fight him,
but she couldn’t. Something, something deep within her resisted. Something deep
within her needed him. Needed this.
And ah, it was glorious. As glorious as she remembered.
His lips were soft, gentle, questing as they tested hers and
then, with a groan, he pulled her closer, melding their bodies together. He
deepened the kiss, sealing his mouth over hers and dancing his tongue over the
She opened to him. She couldn’t resist. He filled her senses
with his presence, his heat. With tiny nibbles, sucks and laps, he consumed
her, enflamed her. All sanity fled. All logic and resolution and anger flitted
away as Andrew tasted her, tempted her.
His hands were not still. They roved over her body from her
shoulders, down her arms to her waist. They tangled in her hair and stroked her
cheek and chin.
Heat blossomed, skittered through her veins. Her body
softened, melted, prepared for him.
She should not have responded the way she did. She should
not have pressed against him, rubbed against the hard bulge on his belly. She
should not have explored the hard flesh of his back, cupped his nape, raked his
silken scalp. She should not have moaned.
Surely all these things would only encourage him.
He lifted his head and stared at her, an odd mixture of
befuddlement and awe in his eyes. His tongue peeped out and dabbed at his lips,
snagging her attention. Surely she didn’t lean toward him in a mute plea for
Susana and the Scot releases December 29th. Don’t
miss this chance to win my tiara!
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As we go into the holiday season, I have been asking myself what I can do or how I can give to others. It has been a tough year for my family and a tough year for many families whether it is our soldiers fighting overseas, their families waiting at home, death in the families, divorces, economic hard times, cutthroat politicians trading on fear and hate and last, but most certainly not least tragedies such as those faced in Paris, Beirut, and many other places.
We are very familiar with the choke of the times. Here, I wanted to give something back this holiday season. Years ago, one of my local radio stations used to have write ins for people to nominate families for Christmas or holiday gift certificates. Nominated families or individuals included those who really were not going to have much to celebrate because they couldn’t afford gifts or decorations or a big Christmas meal.
Beginning today and lasting until December 18, I am hosting a holiday give away post featuring an item and the author who is giving it away. To enter, all someone has to do is nominate the person they want to send the gift to and post a short reason why. If that person wins, then the gift will be sent to the recipient with a note wishing them a happy holiday season signed from the author giving it away, me and of course the person who entered them.
So far, I have several authors and items pledged to this effort. Be sure to visit daily throughout the holiday season and nominate those you love and care about and send them a gift – and yes, I will send them around the world!
Holiday Giveaway Rules
For a chance to win:
Nominate the person you want to send that day’s gift to and a short reason as to why. (All entries in comments are counted toward final giveaways whether you use rafflecopter or not)
For an extra entry, spread the word about this giveaway: Blog, Facebook, Twitter, etc. – leave a link in the comments.
Leave your email with your comment ONLY IF it is NOT part of your profile.
This giveaway is open to everyone for nominations, however you cannot enter yourself.
You may only win one gift to send.
Giveaways begin November today and run through December 18.
As a special edition to the giveaway, several of the authors have donated towards gift cards that will go to three lucky commentators for giving the gift of caring to someone else in their lives. Every time you nominate someone for a prize is an opportunity to be listed in this giveaway. The final winners will be announced on December 19, so be sure to watch for it!
Thank you to the readers for hanging out with me each day, even when I have nothing to say (which is far more often than I’d like!).
Comment below and nominate someone you love for one Sabrina’s Holiday Tiara giveaway!