Baking With Vampires
by P.G. Forte
When I started writing about vampires, the last thing I was expecting was cookies. Sure, I’d always enjoyed reading about food and writing about food. There’s tons of good-eats in most of my other books. But these were vampires. They didn’t eat regular food…did they? Apparently they did.
I know. What was I thinking, right? But as with most of the weirdness that occasionally crops up in this series, I blame this on Damian. He’s the one who started it, after all. Right before my eyes, right there in the first chapter of the first book, before I had any idea what he was doing (and before I had the sense to stop him) he morphed from being an alpha-male, cross-dressing diva, into Suzie Homemaker. It went something like this…
The disgruntled guests filed slowly out through the doorways. Armand was among the last to leave. The parting glance he shot in Damian’s direction was filled with seething animosity. Julie stiffened in alarm, but Damian appeared not to notice.
Finally they were alone. Damian sighed as he let go of their wrists. Reaching for the tiny strings that fastened his kimono he drew the garment around himself and secured it in place. “Now, then,” he said as he threw an arm around each of their shoulders and propelled them from the room. “Let’s go down to the kitchen and have something to eat while we talk, shall we?” Drawing them both even closer, he pressed a kiss against the side of each of their heads. “I baked cookies. Who wants chocolate chip?”
“What kind of cookies are we making?” Julie asked cautiously. “Are they good? Will I like them?”
“I hope so, chica. I bought enough ingredients to make several kinds, so I’m sure at least one of them will suit you. I thought we’d make chocolate chip cookies and oatmeal raisin and peanut butter and something called Snickerdoodles—although possibly not all of them tonight.”
Julie giggled. “Snickerdoodles? That’s funny. Why’s it called that?”
Damian shrugged. “I have no idea, niña. But they’re made with both sugar and cinnamon so I’m sure they must be very tasty.”
Ah, those were the days…
“Cookies?” Georgia sounded confused. Suzanne looked up again to find the other woman regarding her curiously. “How sweet. Tell me, did you make those yourself?”
Suzanne nodded. “Well, mostly. Armand helped.”
“Did he?” Georgia arched one eyebrow at him. “You bake, Armand? I’m astonished.”
“Oui. I astonish myself, at times.”
In honor of this obsession (and Ashes release, of course) I’m running a contest. And, you guessed it, the prize is cookies—a lovely gift-pack from the Pacific Cookie Company.
So tell me, do you like reading about food in books, or do you find it too distracting? And what’s your favorite type of cookie?
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Book #4 in the Children of the Night series
Only blood can break your heart.
New Year’s Eve, 1999. The world is braced for Y2K, but that’s not the only ticking time bomb in Conrad’s life. Damian wouldn’t be the first vampire to find a way to die, but Conrad is determined he will not be one of them.
Present day. Damian struggles to trust that fate could possibly be kind enough to give him a love as perfect as Conrad’s. Conrad balances on the keen edge of his own fear that one more slip of his formidable control could drive his lover away—permanently.
Julie learns the hard way it’s not just interspecies relationships that seldom work out. Even between vampires, love is not a smooth course.
Meanwhile, intrigue and conflict within the nest continue to grow, fueled in no small part by Georgia’s slipping hold on a deadly secret. Marc works to consolidate his position as leader of the ferals—and discovers that being a walking anomaly has certain advantages. Including some that are totally unexpected.
Product Warnings: Contains more love triangles, more power struggles, more tears and teeth gnashing, and even more graphic scenes of manlove between moody, domestically inclined vampires than in previous editions. Definitely not recommended for anyone suffering from ALSSD (Auld Lang Syne Sensitivity Disorder) or with aversions to ballrooms, evening clothes, sarcasm, or close-quarter stiletto combat.
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