We are lucky to have Jamie K. Schmidt as a guest blogger today.
First let's learn a little about her and her latest book.
Jamie K. Schmidt has over thirty short stories in publication. Her romantic suspense novel UNDERCOVER LOVER, published by Musa Publishing, will be released September 13, 2013. THE QUEEN’S WINGS, book one of the Emerging Queens series, a paranormal dragon romance will be published by Entangled's Edge line this fall. Book One of her contemporary romance series, INNER GODDESS, will be published by Random House's Loveswept line June 2014.
Jamie holds a Bachelor of Arts Degree from the State University of New York at New Paltz in Secondary Education English. She’s also held various jobs as a call center manager, a Tupperware consultant, a paralegal, and finally a technical writer for a major corporation. She is an active member in the Romance Writers of America (RWA), serving as the President for her local chapter Connecticut Romance Writers of America (CTRWA).
Undercover Lover: Her lips are sealed
When Reiki therapist Pamela Krupin is attacked by thugs who work for her client, a Russian mob boss, the boss orders his godson, Detective Drake Logan, to protect her. Their attraction flares across Pamela's line in the sand: She will not violate her patient's confidentiality. But when Drake's godfather is murdered and Pamela is targeted, together they have to find out what the mob is really after.
They stood up to leave when Vera brought over their checks. Drake took both of them and pulled out his wallet.
“You don’t have to do that,” she protested and tried to take her check from him.
“It’s the least I could do. Besides, it’s my pleasure to treat a beautiful woman to lunch. I usually get to buy hot dogs from the street vendor for me and my partner.”
“Well, thank you,” she said graciously and then impulsively kissed him on the cheek.
His face was smooth and warm. His cheek just having the slightest brush of whisker, unlike Ralphie whose beard was as riotous as the rest of his blond curls. Drake turned his head and their lips just missed brushing each other. There was a flicker of desire deep in her belly and her fingers itched to slide into his jacket and see if he had muscles to go with that suit.
Staring at his jaw, she wondered again why she was comparing him to Ralphie. Ralphie was her patient. It wouldn’t be ethical to be anything more. And this detective was a little too slick for her. Maybe it was the ponytail or him not taking off his sunglasses, but warning bells started to go off when he slid his finger down her chin and tilted it up so she was looking at her dual reflection in his sunglasses.
“Are you doing anything Friday night?” he asked.
“I’m working,” she said and stepped back. Just like that the spell was broken. She slung her purse over her shoulder. “Thank you again for lunch. Good luck with your search.”
“Stay safe,” he said and she felt his eyes on her as she walked out the back door.
I received a free copy of this book in conjunction with a blog tour for it. I was asked for an honest review.
Mrs. Schmidt grabbed my attention by page two. I couldn't put it down. I literally read it in three hours. I had to know who the bad guy was, then just when I thought I had it figured out, there was a twist. Definitely a page-turner.
When reviewing a book I review it for the enjoyment of the read not for grammar. I’m by no means a grammar or editing Nazi. However, a few small items bugged me. There were several conversations that I lost track of who was speaking. I had to re-read those few spots. Overall, it was a great quick read. Five Stars.
Where to buy it Amazon
Now for the guest post
Russian Tea Cakes
Jamie K. Schmidt
My family is from Poland and Russia along the border lines that get blurred through territory disputes and war. When writing my book, Undercover Lover, the voices of the Russian characters spoke like my great aunts and uncles. I could hear the cadence of their speech in my head while I wrote the dialogue. My great-grandfather was named Kostak Kevra and my great grandmother was Zsusana Mageur. They came to Ellis Island and started our family in America.
We have a mix match bunch of traditions from them. For example, on Easter, we have the “Champeen Egg” contest. If your hardboiled egg can go toe to toe–or rather shell to shell—without breaking, then you are the champion. Of course, I also come from a family of jokers. One year my cousin defeated my grandfather’s “Champeen egg” with a marble one. Don’t worry, the next year, my grandfather got him back by using a raw egg against him.
Food is a big deal in our family. One of our favorite treats on Christmas Eve is to make potato pancakes. More on the Polish/Lithuanian side than Russian, I have yet to master the thin crispy goodness of my mother’s pancakes. They’re so good, I eat them out of the frying pan—knowing full well I’m going to burn my mouth from the hot oil. Mine are always too chunky (but still good) or too oniony (still good) or my potato turns brown because I’m taking too long to fry them. I’ll tell you a secret . . . sometimes I buy the Manischewitz boxed brand and just doctor them up. Don’t Tell!
Another food tradition is our Christmas cookies. We’ve got the gingerbread “boys,” awand, ricotta cookies (the other side of the family is Italian), date nut bars – the recipe is on the package of dates (http://recipecurio.com/date-nut-bars-recipe), and the traditional chocolate chip. My mother makes a rich, crumbly cookie that we call butter balls. I never thought of them as being anything but a nice addition to a cup of hot chocolate or coffee, until I went researching Russian dessert recipes.
Betty Crocker had one called a Russian Tea Cake. http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes/russian-tea-cakes/3af8664b-6c3e-4022-b686-cd961521e59b
But instead of a cake, it was a recipe for cookies – our butter balls. So whether, great aunt Bertha took this from her Betty Crocker cookbook or whether it was handed down from our Russian ancestors, it’s still a delicious cookie.
If you’re inclined to make them, I’d recommend making a smoky pot of Lapsang souchong tea to enjoy them with. Then you can curl up with a good book.