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Give Thanks Book Promotion November 22, 2012

Filed under: Books — itsrebekahlyn @ 9:25 AM

 

 

 

With the arrival of Thanksgiving, a few of my writers friends and I wanted to give our fans the chance to pick up a new book at a great price.  In a tough economy, ebooks make wonderful gifts for all special occasions, or just a treat for yourself.  This holiday weekend you can get 20 books for 20 bucks.  Choose from sic-fi, adventure, Christian fiction, and much more.

The promotion runs Wednesday, November 21 – Sunday, November  25. Now is a great time to pick up my book, Summer Storms, before the sequel, Winter’s End becomes available.  If you wish to see the books that are in the promotion, and find out about them, then please visit the following links

Amazon UK Listmania http://ow.ly/frDyK

Amazon US Listmania http://ow.ly/fq1c1

 

When Tradition Changes November 14, 2012

Filed under: Cooking,Family — itsrebekahlyn @ 11:58 AM
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Over the weekend, I went to dinner at one of my favorite Disney resorts, the Wilderness Lodge. If you’ve never visited, I highly recommend you stop by this resort inspired by Yellowstone’s Old Faithful Inn, on your next trip to Disney. I still remember the first time I entered the grand lobby, all decked out for Christmas, with a tree stretching up more than four stories tall. I fell in love with that first look and dinner at the Whispering Canyon Cafe has become a staple when my extended family visits Disney.

 

Whispering Canyon is a fun experience offering horse races for kids and adults alike, the hokey pokey dance, and boisterous servers who make you feel right at home. The menu has always included the option of a family-style, all you can eat skillet with beef brisket, ribs, roasted chicken, and pulled pork, baked beans, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob. The beef brisket was amazing! For those who aren’t big eaters, there were individual entrée options as well.

 

When we were seated, I opened the menu and realized right away something was different. All of the individual entrees were gone. Our server sat down to tell us about the menu and I learned the changes had happened a month ago. Gone is the beef brisket, gone is the pulled pork, gone is the skillet. What was once a comforting, cowboy-style dinner, is now a petite, sleek platter. The pork ribs and chicken are still offered, along with citrus-crusted fish, beef strip loin, and sausage, but everything is smaller.

 

Our plate came with chicken, which consisted of two wings smaller than those on my last Cornish hen, one piece of fish, three slices of beef, baked beans in a ramekin appropriate for one serving, the corn on the cob appeared to be one ear of corn broken into fourths, and the seasonal vegetables were a handful of zucchini, snow peas, and squash. The potatoes, however, were abundant. It’s too bad they couldn’t decide if they were mashed or baked and had an overpowering amount of rosemary in them. They went relatively untouched, which is unheard of in my household.
Our server also told us that due to popular demand, the pulled pork was available the night we were there so we had a scoop of that on the platter also. As a general rule, I don’t eat pork, but my friend tried it and said it tasted like horse meat. On a positive note, the $32.99 meal now includes a dessert sampler. Sadly, the desserts, while good on paper, left a lot to be desired in execution. We were told this new menu is a work in progress and our server did ask how this dinner compared to my meal back in July. I gave her my honest opinion of the drop in quality and quantity, so hopefully things will go back to the way they were before my family visits again.

 

Preview of Winter’s End November 2, 2012

Filed under: Books,Cooking,Recipes — itsrebekahlyn @ 11:55 AM
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On Wednesday I shared with the recipe for a wonderful butternut Squash soup I discovered while doing research for my new book, Winter’s End, which will be available in just a few weeks.  I thought I would give you a sneak peek of the scene that grew from this recipe.  Enjoy and have a wonderful weekend!

 

The cover for Winter’s End compliments of Laura Wright LaRoache at LLPix.

 

 

When they reached a small alley with white lights crisscrossing overhead, Lizzie followed as Ian turned and they walked toward a small courtyard. Snow crunched under their feet, not having been cleared after yesterday’s shower. The narrow walls of the alley made it impossible to see anything in the courtyard other than a fountain, now silent, with icicles hanging from the three levels. When they emerged into the courtyard, Lizzie was surprised to find an elegant bistro at the far end, topiaries stood on either side of the large plate glass window in the shape of hearts, with red silk roses woven into the greenery. Bistro Amore was written in black letters across the front door.

 

“I hope you’re hungry,” Ian said, stopping in front of the bistro.

 

“Famished actually,” Lizzie replied, stepping through the door he held open for her. Inside the restaurant was dimly lit with hundreds of candles scattered on the tables and perched in sconces along the walls, but only one table, in the center of the room, was set, ready for service.

 

“It doesn’t look like they are open yet,” Lizzie whispered, turning back to Ian.

 

“I don’t know, maybe you should ask the hostess.” Ian pointed.

 

Lizzie turned back around to find a young woman with long black hair, wearing a red velvet skirt that flowed to her ankles coupled with a white blouse standing before her, holding two menus.

 

“Good evening Ms. Reynolds, Mr. Cavanaugh. Your table is ready for you.” The hostess led them to the center table and pulled the chair out for Lizzie, waiting until Ian was seated to hand out the menus. When she did, Lizzie gasped.

 

The front of the menu had Lizzie and Ian’s names on it, with the date, and a photo from their first date at the Samba Room.

 

“Happy Valentine’s Day Lizzie,” Ian said.

 

“But Valentine’s Day isn’t until Monday,” Lizzie gave him a confused look.

 

Ian reached across the table and took her hand. “I know you aren’t the biggest fan of this Hallmark holiday, but I wanted to do something special for you. I thought maybe if it wasn’t on the actual day, you wouldn’t think it was just part of the commercialism.”

 

Lizzie felt walls built up over years of disappointment, crumble in her heart. She wrapped his hand in both of hers and gazed into his eyes, hoping he understood how much his words meant to her.

 

“Do you want to look at the menu?” Ian asked

 

“I don’t know if I can take my eyes off you,” Lizzie whispered.

 

“Maybe I should read it to you then. There aren’t many choices, though. To start a butternut squash soup, followed by a Caesar salad, then maple glazed salmon, mashed potatoes, and asparagus, and for dessert, well, I’ll let that be a surprise.”

 

“My favorites,” Lizzie said, her heart racing.

 

“I’m happy to hear that,” Ian replied with a laugh.

 

“How did you do this?” Lizzie asked.

 

“I just made a reservation,” Ian replied innocently. ”Isn’t that something you do all day at work?”

 

Lizzie looked around the restaurant and laughed. “Hardly. I don’t think I have enough pull to get an entire restaurant for one guest.”

 

“I guess you just don’t know all the right people then.”

 

“Come on, you have to tell me.”

 

“I went to school with the owner, and I have to be honest, they will open to everyone else at eight. He agreed to open early for me as a favor.”

 

“Very impressive favor.”

 

“A high compliment coming from the queen of making the impossible happen,” Ian replied.

 

A waiter approached with a tray containing their soup and a bottle of wine. Lizzie leaned over the bowl of soup and breathed in the warm aroma, feeling any lingering chill in her bones fade away. The server poured a taste of wine into Ian’s glass. He swirled it around, gave it a good smell, swished a bit in his mouth, and gave his approval. When their glasses were filled, the waiter retreated. Ian raised his glass.

 

“A toast. To the first of many Valentine’s Days together.” They clinked their glasses and took a sip of the chilled Riesling.

 

Lizzie slurped at the hot soup, her taste buds going wild as the liquid slid over them. She closed her eyes, allowing her sense of taste to take over as she picked out the flavors of saffron, nutmeg, and cinnamon. 

 

 

“You can never repeat this, but this soup is so good, I may have to suggest Chef Gustave visit your friend for some pointers.” Lizzie opened her eyes to find Ian watching her with pleasure.

 

“I’m glad you like it,” Ian said dipping his own spoon into the creamy yellow soup.

 

The salad and then the main course were served, each bite seemingly better than the last. Lizzie cleaned each of her plates and sat back with a sigh of contentment as the waiter removed the empty dishes.

 

“I know you said there was dessert, but I don’t think I could eat another bite,” Lizzie said and dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her napkin.

 

A look of disappointment clouded Ian’s face and Lizzie regretted her words.

 

“But, I could probably share with you,” she quickly added.

 

“I understand if you are too full. We can always have something later. The night is still young.” Ian pushed his chair back. “Wait here a minute.” He turned toward the kitchen and slipped through the door.

 

Lizzie rubbed her stomach as if that would speed along her digestion, and glanced around the restaurant. She could see twenty other tables, each covered in a black cloth. She could hear more voices from the kitchen as they prepared to open to the rest of their patrons. Without warning, the hostess appeared at Lizzie’s side.

 

“How was everything?” the hostess asked.

 

“It was perfect. Please send my compliments to the chef. I can’t remember a better meal,” Lizzie smiled and extended her hand. “Thank you all for making this such a memorable evening.”

 

 

 

 
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