Tasty Tuesday with Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland

Memphis Style BBQ Sauce

INGREDIENTS

2 tablespoons unsalted butter

1 small onion, finely chopped

2 cloves garlic, minced

2 cups tomato sauce

1/2 cup cider vinegar

1/3 cup rice vinegar

1/3 cup molasses

3 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce

2 tablespoons packed dark brown sugar

2 teaspoons yellow mustard

1 teaspoon Louisiana hot sauce

1 teaspoon Kosher salt

1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper

1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper

DIRECTIONS

1. Melt butter in medium saucepan over medium heat. Add onion and cook until softened, about 5 minutes. Add garlic and cook until fragrant, about 30 seconds.

2. Add tomato sauce, cider vinegar, rice vinegar, molasses, Worcestershire sauce, brown sugar, mustard, hot sauce, salt, black pepper, and cayenne and stir to combine. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to low and simmer until slightly thickened, about 15-20 minutes, stirring occasionally.

3. Transfer sauce to the jar of a blender and blend until smooth. Let cool to room temperature, transfer to a jar and store in refrigerator for up to a month.

Memphis Heat 

by Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland

EXCERPT!

"You're a real asshole, you know that, don't you?"

"Yes, dear," Jarod answered with a suppressed chuckle in his tone.

She was going to smack him any moment now. "That. That right there. That's the reason you're paying alimony to two ex-wives. Fuck you and your yes, dear. I've had shorter dry spells between engagements. I. Need. To. Fuck. Now!"

"You're just bored."

Belle squirmed in her chair, practically grinding her pussy against the worn upholstery. "No shit. What gave it away?"

"Told you not to come. ADD and stakeouts don't go well together."

She pointed the butt of her service revolver at him, resisting the urge to throw it. "Somebody has to watch your back. Besides. You used to be better at keeping me distracted."

A sideways grin quirked his face. "We used to have... interesting... ways of keeping ourselves entertained, didn't we? Not exactly professional, but..."

"Used to being the operative phrase here. What the hell is wrong with you, anyway?"

"Wrong with me? I got shot, remember?"

As if she could forget. "Yeah. And by all reports you should have died. But you didn't. And ever since you've been treating me like..."

"I'm trying to act like a professional. I've been treating you like a cop. Like my partner."

He attempted to look offended at that. Nearly pulled it off. Professional, my ass. "We were a hell of a lot more than just partners, Jarod. You can't deny that."

"Yeah, well, maybe if I'd been acting a little more like a cop and a lot less like your lover, we wouldn't have been in a position where you could have gotten killed." The bitterness in his tone surprised her.

She kept her voice low and steady, bottling up the frustrated anger that threatened to overwhelm her. "I wasn't the one who got shot, Jarod."

"Could have. Could have been you first up that alley, just as easy as me. And it would have been my fault."

This argument was getting them nowhere. Damn it, she was horny as hell and he was right there! "Shut up and fuck me --" she reached for her police baton -- "Or I'll do it myself."

Binoculars focused on the dilapidated warehouse across the street, he didn't even glance her way. "Go ahead."

Did he think she wouldn't? Staring at Jarod's lovely backside, Belle unzipped her jeans and shimmied them down her hips enough to give herself access to her pussy lips. It was his own fault. He was tall, handsome, built and reasonably single, if you didn't count the excess baggage, but she still might have resisted -- if he didn't smell like liquid sex poured into a cop suit. She wanted to reach over, undo his belt, and suck his cock right down to the root. Then they'd see how professional he could be. Fuckhead.

With that thought Belle kicked the jeans the rest of the way off and switched the baton around so the handle lined up with her pussy. With one thrust she impaled herself right down to the crossbar.

Fucker. If he didn't get off on that, he was gay.

"Shit, Belle! What the hell are you doing?"

"We're undercover. Normal people do not sit in sleazy, run-down motels next to vacant buildings for hours at a time and stare at locked doors. Only reason to be here is to fuck."

As if he'd suddenly gotten into the spirit of things, Jarod reached out and grabbed her shoulders, throwing her against the window. His mouth found the juncture of her neck and shoulder, and he bit down with more aggression that she was used to from him, but she was so horny, she didn't give a shit.

He yanked her head back, and his mouth found hers in a jaw-breaking kiss before he broke away, pushing her back. "You wanna play? Fine. Your turn to watch the Russians." He pulled her closer and spun her around. She braced her hands on the dirty plate glass window...

When Death Finds You

Grim Reaper Book 1

“Wow,” she said, her eyes glassy in her need. “What did you do to me?”

“Nothing you didn’t do to me,” he responded, kissing her chin. The corner of her mouth. Her nose.

Her fingers gripped the hair at the nape of his neck. “Maybe we need to do that again. You know. To see if it’s a consistent thing or just that one time.”

“Liking the way you’re thinking, baby.”

The second time he kissed her was just as explosive as the first. More because he knew what to expect. Logan desperately wanted to explore her body, but held himself in check because of the lack of real privacy. Wanting her was a precious thing. The last thing he wanted for her to think of when she remembered their first sexual experience was how anyone could have witnessed their intimacy. So he kissed her, stroking the hair away from her face and his fingers down her silky skin.

God, she was soft! Rose-petal soft. He could touch her all day, just sliding his hands up and down her body until she writhed beneath him in pleasure. She clung to him, roaming her hands over his shoulders and arms. Logan wrapped one arm around her, holding her close to him, wanting their bodies as close as they could get.

Gwinn reveled in the feel of Logan’s strength wrapped around her. Had anything ever felt so…right? In the space of a few weeks, this man had become very important to her. Maybe Dr. Melgers had been right. Maybe it was just unfortunate circumstances yielding a positive result. All she knew was, she wanted to try to have a relationship with this man. Wanted to see where the attraction led. Already she knew he was a good man. She’d give this an honest shot. She’d already lost her heart so, really, she had nothing to gain by pushing him away--and so very much to lose.

He ended the kiss, stroking the hair back off her face as the breeze feathered a small lock across her face. “I want…” Logan began before shaking his head a little. “I need you to give me a shot with you, Gwinn,” he confessed. The poor man looked so stressed—pained, even--Gwinn had to smother a smile. Yeah. If they couldn’t form a lasting relationship with each other, it wouldn’t be for lack of trying on both their parts. This man was a total goner for her.

“OK,” she responded with a smile.

He blinked down at her, cocking his head to the side. “OK?”

Laughing, Gwinn repeated, “OK.”

Logan groaned, burying his face in her neck. “Good.” He sounded more than a little relieved. Clearing his throat, he repeated, “Good.”

“What? You sound surprised.”

“Well, I kind of expected you to put up more of a fight.”

“I started to,” she teased, “then decided you were worth a shot. I mean, since you saved my life and all.”

He pulled back to look at her, his thumb feathering back and forth across her bottom lip. “I had no choice,” he confessed. “If I’d failed, we both would have died. Because there was no fucking way I was losing you just after I’d found you.”

“Well, when you put it like that.” She grinned. Then Gwinn pulled him down to kiss him once more.

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Tasty Tuesday with Teeka! Need ideas for the big game?

Ingredients

1 pound ground beef

1 teaspoon chili powder

1 (16 ounce) can vegetarian refried beans

1 yellow onion, chopped 2 (4 ounce) cans chopped green chile peppers, drained

1 (16 ounce) jar picante sauce

1/2 pound Muenster cheese, cubed

1/2 pound Monterey Jack cheese, cubed

1 (16 ounce) container sour cream

Directions

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).

Place ground beef in a large, deep skillet. Cook over medium high heat until evenly brown. Drain well, stir in chili powder and continue cooking 5 minutes.

In a 8x8 inch baking dish, spread the refried beans. Layer beans with ground beef and chili powder mixture. Top with layers of onion, green chile peppers, picante sauce, Muenster cheese and Monterey Jack cheese.

Bake in the preheated oven 35 to 45 minutes, until cheese is melted and lightly browned. Top with sour cream before serving.

Hump Day HUMPs -- Bump and Run

Jessie had had every intention of at least making it inside the house before he took Willa the first time, but if she kept this up, there was no way that was going to happen. She might have been wary and reserved at first, but she’d obviously changed her mind because she was just as aggressive as he was now.

Backing her against the little sports car, Jessie urged her up on the hood, wedging his hips between her thighs so he could grind his erection between her legs where he wanted to bury himself in the worst way. She cried out. He swallowed her screams.

Willa wrapped her legs around him, digging the heels of her boots into his ass as she rocked against him. Her lips trembled beneath his as he continued to kiss her with long, open-mouthed kisses, flicking his tongue against hers as he delved inside her mouth over and over.

“Ah, that’s it, baby. Come for me. Right here. Out in the open. Come for me!”

As if she’d only been waiting for his command, Willa’s body stiffened against him, her legs clamping tightly around him as she shuddered before finally throwing her head back, screaming to the night. Jessie had to use every ounce of willpower he had to keep from spilling in his pants. Knowing she was so responsive, that she was enjoying herself this much was a heady feeling for him. Though he’d had his share of women in the past, none of them had been this into sex. It was as if all he’d ever done before was satisfy his own needs. Now, he was satisfying the one woman he’d decided to keep. And it was erotic as fuck!

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 Boilermaker Tailgate Chili

from AllRecipes.com

Ingredients

2 h 30 m 12 servings 600 cals

2 pounds ground beef chuck

1 pound bulk Italian sausage

3 (15 ounce) cans chili beans, drained

1 (15 ounce) can chili beans in spicy sauce

2 (28 ounce) cans diced tomatoes with juice

1 (6 ounce) can tomato paste

1 large yellow onion, chopped

3 stalks celery, chopped

1 green bell pepper, seeded and chopped

1 red bell pepper, seeded and chopped

2 green chile peppers, seeded and chopped

1 tablespoon bacon bits

4 cubes beef bouillon

1/2 cup beer

1/4 cup chili powder

1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce

1 tablespoon minced garlic

1 tablespoon dried oregano

2 teaspoons ground cumin

2 teaspoons hot pepper sauce (e.g. Tabasco™)

1 teaspoon dried basil

1 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon ground black pepper

1 teaspoon cayenne pepper

1 teaspoon paprika

1 teaspoon white sugar

1 (10.5 ounce) bag corn chips such as Fritos®

1 (8 ounce) package shredded Cheddar cheese

Directions

Heat a large stock pot over medium-high heat. Crumble the ground chuck and sausage into the hot pan, and cook until evenly browned. Drain off excess grease.

Pour in the chili beans, spicy chili beans, diced tomatoes and tomato paste. Add the onion, celery, green and red bell peppers, chile peppers, bacon bits, bouillon, and beer. Season with chili powder, Worcestershire sauce, garlic, oregano, cumin, hot pepper sauce, basil, salt, pepper, cayenne, paprika, and sugar. Stir to blend, then cover and simmer over low heat for at least 2 hours, stirring occasionally.

After 2 hours, taste, and adjust salt, pepper, and chili powder if necessary. The longer the chili simmers, the better it will taste. Remove from heat and serve, or refrigerate, and serve the next day.

To serve, ladle into bowls, and top with corn chips and shredded Cheddar cheese.

THE EXCERPT!

What better to go with tailgate chili than FOOTBALL?

Bump and Run 

COMING SOON!

As she approached her car, she saw the silhouette of a man leaning casually against the side as if he owned the vehicle. She slowed, wondering if she should go back into the stadium. Surely one of the guys would still be inside. Note to self: have one of the guys escort her to her car after dark from now on.

“I’d about given up on you.” The familiar voice of Jessie Wymann slid over her like warm honey.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack, Jessie! What are you doing here?”

“Waiting on you.” He stood, his full height for the first time a little imposing. God, he smelled good! Even from a distance the intoxicating scent of clean man overwhelmed her good sense. All she wanted to do was cross the scant distance and wrap her body around his until she melted into him.

She swallowed. “On me?”

“Who else would I be waiting on?”

“I suppose any woman within a hundred-mile radius? It’s not like you’re starved for company.”

His deep chuckle made her stomach do a little flip and, to her utter astonishment, her sex clenched in want. “Well, they’re not here. But you are.” He reached out a hand to her. “Come with me, Willa.”

There were a million reasons why this was a very bad idea, not the least of which was her internship with the team. If it was found out she was fraternizing with the players, she’d be kicked out of the program for sure. Unfortunately, she found herself stepping toward him, taking his hand, and going with him to his car.

He opened the door and held her hand until she was inside. As she fastened her seatbelt, he shut the door before walking to his side and getting in. Starting the engine of the sleek sports car he said, “Are you afraid?”

Was she? “Should I be?”

Waiting until she turned to him, Jessie said, “Absolutely. I’m a dangerous man on and off the field.”

Willa fought a grin, but lost. “I’m not afraid of you that way. I’m a psychologist, remember? You’d never hurt me physically.”

“You’re right about that. But I might chain you to my bed and never let you out. I might stroke that little body of yours every night. Every day. Fuck you whenever the mood strikes me, and I have a feeling that would be quite often.” That really shouldn’t have excited her. He moved closer to her with every word. Slowly. Like a predator stalking prey. “Ahhh. I think you like that idea.”

Before she could respond, he cupped her face with one of his big, calloused hands, steadying her for his kiss. Just like she’d expected, he wasn’t fierce, but gentle, even tender in his taking. Coaxing her lips apart, Jessie slid his tongue between them to lick and stroke her own. He didn’t do too much, didn’t take more than she was ready to give at the moment, but that kiss… God, the man could kiss! If it had been designed to gentle her, to soften her for whatever blow was to come later, it was working. He effectively gave her a taste of what he wanted to do to her, not showing his hand but giving her maddening glimpses as his tongue expertly petted her own until she was panting and her sex was clenching in anticipation.