Instead of my usual Too Yummy Tuesday posts, I’ll be featuring yummy recipes and delicious blurbs from some fellow romance authors throughout the holidays!
Today’s recipe comes from Kathleen Rowland, author of Deadly Alliance.
Goat Cheese Tartlets with Spiced Apple-Fig Compote
This festive appetizer has 50 calories per serving and makes 30 tartlets.
Ingredients
30 item(s) mini
phyllo shell(s)
1/3 cup(s) fat-free
cream cheese, softened
5 1/3 Tbsp soft-type
goat cheese, softened (1/3 cup)
1 item(s) egg
white(s)
2 Tbsp honey
1 Tbsp all-purpose
flour
2 medium Granny
Smith apple, peeled, coarsely grated (about 3/4 cup)
1/2 cup(s) jam,
fig variety
1/8 tsp ground
allspice
1/4 cup(s) mint
leaves, fresh, for garnish
Directions
1. Preheat oven
to 350°F. Arrange phyllo shells on a cookie sheet.
2. In a medium
bowl, using an electric mixer, combine cream cheese, goat cheese, egg white,
honey and flour until thick and creamy, about 5 to 6 minutes; spoon 1 teaspoon
of filling in each shell. Bake until set, about 15 minutes; remove from oven
and let cool.
3. Meanwhile,
in a small saucepan, combine apple, jam and allspice; set over medium heat.
Cook, stirring frequently, until jam melts and mixture thickens slightly (juice
from apples will evaporate); remove from heat and let cool to room temperature.
Just before serving, spoon 1 teaspoon apple compote onto each tart; garnish
with mint. Yields 1 tartlet per serving.
*~*~*~*~*~*
by Kathleen Rowland
Romantic Suspense
Romantic Suspense
Finbar Donahue, former Army Ranger, walked on the wild side in Iraq, but now he lives in the shadows. After his evasive partner, Les, was shot in a random drive-by, Finn discovers cash is siphoned monthly. He fights to keep his investment company afloat. When the late partner’s girlfriend, Amy Kintyre, applies for his bookkeeping job, Finn suspects she knows about his company drain and hires her.
Amy needs a nine-to-five with free evenings and weekends to get her fashion design business back on track. She unearths Les’ s secret bank account and alerts Finn. Freezing of the money laundering account sets off havoc within an Irish gang. Amy witnesses a gang fight between a brutal ISIS fundraising organization and the Irish. Desperate to escape a stalker’s crosshairs, she seeks refuge with Finn. As danger heats up, sparks fly hotter.
Amy needs a nine-to-five with free evenings and weekends to get her fashion design business back on track. She unearths Les’ s secret bank account and alerts Finn. Freezing of the money laundering account sets off havoc within an Irish gang. Amy witnesses a gang fight between a brutal ISIS fundraising organization and the Irish. Desperate to escape a stalker’s crosshairs, she seeks refuge with Finn. As danger heats up, sparks fly hotter.
Excerpt:
Finn’s phone vibrated, but he killed the call and darted into the first door he saw, the one with the frosted pink window. He spotted Amy at the sink and pointed his index finger up.
He took off his coat and wrapped it around his
fist. After rapping on the glass, he wound up and threw a hard punch through
the window. Glass splintered as he connected with the thug’s nose. Prepared to
jump aside, he opened the door.
Amy followed and jumped over the guy spread on the floor,
holding a hand over his bleeding nose.
He struggled
to stand. Finn patted him down, took his gun, and pointed it at him. After the
guy stood, Finn walked him to a chair. “Don’t move.”
“I’ll phone the police.” A high-pitched squeal came
from the back of her throat. “Never mind. Police are here.”
From the street, the blue light of a cop car
radiated across the club’s interior like a strobe. Uniforms burst through the
door.
The first officer made radio contact with homicide,
and the second, much younger, rushed to the nearest thug and pulled out
flex-cuffs.
“Stand over there, Amy.” Finn motioned toward a
corner.
She rolled her eyes and dashed toward Burlie who
wrestled with the Arab and tried to keep him from moving toward the young
rookie. Amy pulled an item from her purse. A Swiss army knife? Out came a
miniature cork screw.
The rookie cop turned the Arab around to be
handcuffed and leaned him against a wall. The thug used the hard surface as
leverage to throw himself against him.
Finn saw it coming. A switchblade sprung from the
Arab’s sleeve. In a split second, he drove it into the cop’s shoulder, but Amy
stabbed him in the back with the wine opener.
The Arab spun and pulled a knife from his jeans’
pocket. Amy dodged, but he thrust it into a cop’s gut before running.
Finn waited for an opening and shot him in the hip.
Howling about
uncivilized barbarians, he dropped.
Up from his chair, the loser with the broken nose
swung his fists, raining blows and a kick to the nuts which Finn deflected.
“Don’t make me shoot you.” Finn stunned him with a
chop to the neck, caught him in a headlock. With a gun at his back, he marched
him forward.
Amy broke into the center of the room and turned
around, taking in the menacing scene. The girl-next-door had street smarts,
competency with the corkscrew, and fearless determination.
He walked over and touched her weapon-holding hand.
“You didn’t have pocket-knife experience on your resume.” It didn’t make her
invincible. Nor did it mean he should hire her.
She shook her head. “Never used it this way. It’s
handy when hiking She looked at her pocket knife, folded and stuffed it in her
pocket. Her eyes blinked in frenzy in
spite of her bravery.
Buy Links:
Amazon US
http://www.amazon.com/Deadly-Alliance-Kathleen-Rowland-ebook/dp/B019EE5OP8/
Amazon
UK
Nook:
Kathleen used to write computer
programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning
bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her
husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in
California.
Kathleen exists happily with her
witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California
where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and
noisy neighbors. While proud of their
five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to
write.
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