Block Party 3

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Hi Everyone! I had so much fun at the Feature Friday Block Party last week, I’m back again – This week’s party is co-hosted with author M.J. Schiller, and if you’ll be so kind, you can #FF us at @MarisSouthHaven and @MJSchiller.

As I said last week, here in Michigan it’s blueberry season. My husband went out and bought a box of blueberries. Don’t they look great!

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And they taste great, too. Which led me to do something I haven’t done in a long time. I made a blueberry pie to share with everyone. (I did cheat and bought the pie crust already made.)

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The recipe I used is from the Betty Crocker Cookbook I’ve owned for ages.

BLUEBERRY PIE
(This is for a 9” pie)

3/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon, if desired
6 cups fresh blueberries*
1 Tablespoon lemon juice
1 Tablespoons margarine or butter

Heat oven to 435°. Prepare pastry. Mix sugar, flour and cinnamon in large bowl. Stir in blueberries. Turn into pastry-lined pie plate. Sprinkle with lemon juice. Dot with butter. Cover with top crust that has slits cut in it: seal and flute. Cover edge with 2- to 3-inch strip of aluminum foil to prevent excessive browning. Remove foil during last 15 minutes of baking.

Bake 35 to 45 minutes or until crust is brown and juice begins to bubble through slits in crust. 8 servings. 395 calories each for 9-inch pie.

*You can substitute drained canned blueberries or unsweetened frozen blueberries, thawed, for the fresh blueberries.

While you’re nibbling on a slice of pie, perhaps you’d like to check out SOUNDS LIKE LOVE, one of my romances that I just recently released as an ebook.

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When Sam Blake walks into The Quarter Note, the bar that Megan McGuire and her father own, they are in desperate need of an entertainer. Sam’s statement that “I’ve been told I’m a pretty good guitar player” is an understatement. He’s not only good, he’s soon drawing in customers and changing their financial situation. He’s also enticing Megan in ways she doesn’t understand. She doesn’t want to get involved a man who will take off any day. She doesn’t want to get involved with any musician. After all, she made that mistake once, and as much as she loves her ten-year-old son, she’s older and wiser now. Or is she?

And here’s an excerpt:

“Who are you, Sam Blake?” she asked, stopping in front of him.

“Just a guitar player.”

“You know you’re too good to be playing in a bar like ours.”

“No one’s ever too good to play where people appreciate music.” He dropped his cigarette and crushed it out with the toe of his boot. Reaching forward, he touched the side of her face with his fingertips. “Besides, I’m enjoying myself.” His fingers moved over the contour of her cheek, and he stepped closer.

Megan’s heartbeat increased dramatically. Experience told her to beware, to step back or tell him to stop. Instead she took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of aftershave and a masculine scent that was distinctly Sam Blake’s. She knew she would never forget the combination.

“Have you ever been instantly attracted to someone?” he asked softly, his other hand coming up to cradle her face.

Megan said nothing. He was voicing her own feelings, and she didn’t know what to say. All she could do was stare at him, her eyes focused on his lips.

“It’s not just your looks,” he went on, his thumbs lightly tracing over the softness of her cheeks, “though you’re a very attractive woman, Megan McGuire.”

Slowly he lowered his head toward hers.

“Sam, don’t,” she whispered, but even as she objected, Megan tilted her head back slightly.
His mouth brushed over hers in a manner far more gentle and hesitant than she’d expected. The brief contact set her pulse racing, and it took all of her willpower not to reach out and touch him. Instead, she closed her eyes and tried to block out the delightfully erotic sensations coursing through her body.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since I first saw you,” he murmured, his hands moving to the back of her head to gently massage her neck.

“I should go back inside,” Megan mumbled, not making a move to leave.

Thanks for the visit. Do drop in and visit with the others at the Block Party.

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2 Responses to Block Party 3

  1. Melissa Keir says:

    After last week’s party, I bought some blueberries to eat. 🙂 Yum!