Happy Holidays!
I hope you enjoy this recipe. I’m rather picky about my
cookies; of course, anything with sugar is probably good, but I like soft
cookies much more than crispy and dry. This recipe delivers.
Ingredients:
1
cup butter
1½
cup packed brown sugar
2
large eggs
1
tsp vanilla
2½
cups flour
1
tsp baking soda
½
tsp salt
1 bag desired chips
Drop onto a cookie sheet and bake for 6-8 minutes at 400°.
Now for a great book to read while you eat these delicious
cookies! Once & Forever is the 3rd
book in my Once series, but each of
them is a standalone read.
Once
& Forever
book 3
by M.S. Kaye
Who is the mysterious
Santa who leaves toys on the convent steps?
After a twelve-year separation, Eden is finally reunited with her
brother, Thomas, but why hadn’t she reached out to him in all those years? Eden,
a nun, is constantly struggling against her dark past of living on the streets,
and her attraction to Trace, an ex-convict farm worker. As Eden and Trace
confess their pasts to each other and grow closer, will they be able to resist
getting too close?
Author Bio:
M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A
transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville,
Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual
at www.BooksByMSK.com.
To receive news on upcoming releases, sign up for email updates on her
website.
Excerpt book 3:
“You know what he did to git
sent to prison?” one of the convenience store clerks murmured to the other.
Trace could just hear them over
the horrible rendition of “Jingle Bells” playin’ through the speakers. He
ignored them, like he always did. He tried to come into town late in the
evening to avoid people as much as possible, but that also meant it was quiet
enough that he could often hear what people murmured about him. Once he’d
grabbed some protein bars and a can of beer, he headed up to the counter to
pay.
The clerk with a buzz-cut told
him the total, and Trace handed him some cash.
Neither of the clerks made eye
contact with him, but they both hovered over the cash register as if he might
snatch it and run.
Buzz-cut closed the cash drawer
right quick and handed Trace’s change back.
“Thank you.” Trace stuffed the
change in his pocket, took the bag of protein bars in one hand and his beer in
the other, and walked out of the store.
He headed for the back lot
toward the alley. He could get through most of downtown by way of the alley.
This late at night it was almost too dark to see where he was goin’, but that
was part of what he liked about it.
“Bitch,” someone growled. And
then the sound of something—or someone—smacking into the brick wall of the back
of the convenience store.
Trace moved more quickly and
turned the corner, and he caught sight of a skinny, young woman punching a man
in the face. His head snapped back. But then another man slammed his fist
across her jaw. She looked so frail that the punch seemed like shooting a
cannon ball at a piece of notebook paper.
“Hey!” Trace roared and ran at
them. “Git away from her.”
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