Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Blog Hop 2013

Kick those resolutions to the curb and spend some time curled up with a good book.  The Plotting Princess Blog Hop is almost over and we hope you've enjoyed our hop to get the New Year started.

Below is my favorite cheese ball recipe.  My family loves everything spicy, so I always chop several jalapeño slices up and mix in to give this cheese ball a little zing. This is one of our favorite Super Bowl recipes and with the big game right around the corner, I thought this would be a good time to share.

Cheese Ball
1 8 oz. package cream cheese softened
1 8 oz. can crushed pineapple drained
1 tablespoon finely chopped onion
1/4 cup chopped bell pepper
1 teaspoon seasoning salt
2 cups chopped pecans
            Finely chopped jalapeño's -- this is optional.

Mix everything together except the pecans.  When you have the cheese ball formed and everything mixed together, then roll in the chopped pecans. I recommend that you let it sit overnight.  Serve with crackers.

To be eligible for the grand prize, be sure to leave a comment. I'm also giving away a copy of Wronged, but at the end of the hop, we're giving away a grand prize, which is an ebook/print book from every participating author.

There are still two more stops:
Thursday ~ Jan. 10th ~ Willa Blair (Guest Princess for a Day)
Friday ~ Jan. 11th ~ Lynn Rush (Guest Princess for a Day)

Three Wives One Dead Husband!

Below is an excerpt from my newest release, The Cuvier Widows -- Wronged. This series is about three women who all find out at the same time that they are married to the same man and he's dead.  But who killed Jean Cuvier? And how can these three women ever trust or find true love?

New Orleans, 1895
Marian Cuvier for years thought her husband kept a mistress and that her marriage to Jean Cuvier wasn’t worth the paper their marriage license was printed on. Still, the sight of the man she had spent the last twelve years of her life with—borne two children and made a home for—lying dead on the floor of a bedroom in the Chateau Hotel ripped a sob of anguish from her throat
"What happened?" she cried, her mind reeling with thoughts of her fatherless children wrenching her heart.
Policemen stood around the body in small groups, ceased their low whispers and glanced her direction, their gazes stern, but curious.
A man half-bent over Jean’s body turned and gazed at her, his dark eyes intense. "Who are you, Madame?"
"I’m his wife, Marian Cuvier," she said, starting to tremble from the shock of her husband’s death. His body lay twisted grotesquely on the floor, his skin an odd pinkish hue.
Oh God, no matter how much I hated him, I would never have wished him dead!
The man crouching over the body slowly rose to his full height, his brows drawn together in a frown. "His wife is sitting in the next room Madame."
"What?" she asked, not sure she heard him correctly. "I’m Marian Cuvier. I’m his wife. Who are you?"
"I’m detective Dunegan." He gave her a stem look and took her by the arm, leading her from the bedroom.
Unable to resist, she glanced back perhaps for the last time at the still form that long ago had been her lover, and of late an absent husband. She closed her eyes, the image of the handsome man she’d married twelve years ago foremost in her mind. When she opened her eyes she looked toward the detective, not at the corpse who’d never been a good husband.
"Madame, I will ask you again. Who are you? His wife is sitting in the next room."
Confusion rippled through her and she pulled away from the man as they entered the parlor. "That must be his mistress. I am Mrs. Jean Cuvier, we’ve been married for twelve years."
The hotel clerk, who earlier had summoned her from her house and brought her to the Chateau Hotel, cleared his throat to draw the detective’s attention. He leaned over and whispered something to the younger man who glanced again at Marian.
As if she were at a play, she watched from a distance as the scene unfolded before her, a sense of uneasiness holding her in its grip. The body lying on the floor of the bedroom looked like her husband, Jean, who was expected home today. She supposed the corpse littering the floor must be her cold-hearted husband, the man who had visited her bed fewer times than he had the church, which was almost never.
Detective Dunegan gazed at her, his expression one of bewilderment. "My apologies, Mrs. Cuvier. There seems to be some confusion. The hotel clerk confirmed you were indeed married to Mr. Cuvier. If you’re his wife, then, who is the woman who was with Mr. Cuvier?"


  1. Oooh! What an excerpt! Love that cover too! Thanks for the yummy recipe!

  2. Hey Sylvia! I'm not a big fan of cheese balls but this one sounds delish. Might have to give it a try. Your excerpt was fantastic. Definitely pulls me into the story and makes me want to keep reading. Love that kind of story, where you just don't want to stop. (Unfortunately I have to, need to get to the day job. LOL)

  3. Hi all,
    Well I completely forgot about this today. Thanks for stopping by you guys.

  4. Hi, Sylvia. Really great hook for your latest book. Read the recipe, but peppers and I have to agree to disagree ;P