Sunday is my favorite day of the week and it is also when I feature a sample of my latest novel along with a great recipe – we call it Sample Sunday! First things first, my new novel, Burn Out, is now available on Amazon.com and BarnesandNoble.com! Check back on Tuesday for details on a BIG GIVEAWAY.
This week I decided to run a contest for readers to submit their favorite recipes. I will run the contest through April 30th, and all recipes submitted will be considered for the Sample Sunday feature along with the recipe published in one of my upcoming novels.
This Sunday I decided to feature a delicious spring/summer salad that is easy to throw together. Keep submitting your recipes! You never know, it may be featured next!
After the recipe, find a short excerpt from BURN OUT.
Mediterranean Chickpea Salad
1 can rinsed garbanzo beans
Cubed mozzarella cheese
1 tsp garlic
1 tsp onion powder
Sea salt (to taste)
2 tbsp balsamic vinegar
1 tbsp olive oil.
Stir together and refrigerate.
courtesy of Liz Schulte
(This scene features Stacy Case, a reporter for the Miami Sun and Rachel’s friend. She was working on the missing firefighter case when she was kidnapped.)
Stacy felt the heat pressing down on her body before she even opened her eyes. “Oh, shit,” she thought as she struggled to open her eyes. Flames were dancing all around her. She tried to get up, but she couldn’t move. The bastard tied my hands and feet together with duct tape. A loud popping sound diverted her attention from trying to get free of her binds. The paint cans in the kitchen were exploding. She worked faster, rubbing wrists together – back and forth. The heat was actually starting to work in her favor. The glue in the duct tape was melting and she was able to work free of the tape around her hands. She was elated when she got her hands free. But the feeling was short-lived when she realized there was nowhere to go. She was surrounded by fire.
Her throat was so swollen from the heat she couldn’t scream for help. Not that anyone could probably hear her, anyway. The fire seemed to have consumed the room in less than a minute. It was hopeless. She was going to die. She half-crawled to the coffee table and hid underneath it. She knew the fire would find her under there, helpless and vulnerable, but she somehow felt safe. Starting to lose consciousness, her last thoughts were of Mack. As her eyes began to close, she imagined him coming through the door to rescue her.