I love food. I like cooking, eating, making up recipes, trying new things—and I like to translate that into my writing by giving my characters interesting meals. In To Hiss or to Kiss, one of the desserts the hero, Jorge, makes is sticky toffee pudding. So first, I’m going to give you the recipe I love, which is adapted from a Gourmet recipe. Then my post will finish off with a steamy post. It’s like two desserts in one!
Sticky Toffee Pudding with Toffee Sauce
This recipe is for four servings
- 1 1/3 cup pitted dates
- 1 2/3 cup water
- 4 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened
- ¼+ cup packed dark brown sugar (if you use light, this dish will have less of a kick to it)
- 2 eggs
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 1 cup self-rising flour (or if you don’t want to buy a bag just for this recipe, 1 cup flour and 1 ½ teaspoons baking powder)
- 2/3 cup heavy cream
- 5 tablespoons, plus a dab extra, unsalted butter
- 1/3 cup packed dark brown sugar
- 1 tablespoon Lyle’s Golden Syrup (this is so yummy, I’m sure you’ll find other uses for this sugary treat)
Preheat oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit. Butter and flour four ramekins, knocking out excess flour. Combine dates and water in saucepan and bring to a boil. Transfer water and dates to a bowl to cool to room temp. Meanwhile, beat butter and brown sugar at medium-high speed about a minute. You want the mixture to be pale and fluffy. Add the eggs one at a time, beating after each. Beat in vanilla. Mix if flour.
In a food processor or blender, puree the cooled dates with the baking soda until just combined. Add to batter and stir gently until just mixed. Pour batter into ramekins. It’s easiest to put the ramekins on a baking sheet to cook for 20 to 30 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Remove from oven and cool for 10 minutes.
Combine all ingredients in a saucepan and bring to a boil while stirring. Boil about three to five minutes, or until sauce is thick enough to coat the back of a wooden spoon.
For a lovely presentation, run a knife around the sides of each ramekin, and flip the pudding onto individual serving plates and coat with sauce. Serve warm.
Now for the second desserts!!
He purrs and moans as I come slowly back up, grazing his hard penis with my hands as I rise. He lets me turn him so he faces me, then I back him toward the bed and give a playful push. He falls back, grinning. He puts one hand behind his head and gives me a smoldering look as he crooks a finger on his free hand and beckons me onto him.
“You’re such a pushover.” I straddle him.
“Only for you, sweet Chloe.” He grins wickedly. “Now I think it’s only fair you show some skin too.”
“Oh, yeah? What if I just want to pet you?”
A bit of the cat gleams in his eyes. “But I want to see your beautiful flesh. I want to play with you, too.”
“Hmm, when you put it like that.” I lift my shirt over my head and fling it off the bed.
He sits up rapidly, leaning to lick along my collar bone as he undoes my bra. “Tasty.” His whisper makes me shiver.
He chuckles and the rumble feels decadent as he takes one breast into his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue. My hips start to swivel, my need for sensation growing. I run my fingers through his hair, throwing my head back to press my breasts into his kiss. Trailing kisses across my chest, he mumbles, “You are most definitely my catnip.”
“Glad to know I get you high.” I can barely manage the joking tone, given the way my body is reacting to his touch.
He pulls back and I meet his gaze. “In more ways than one.” He grins, flexing his penis a bit to emphasize.
I start giggling and he reaches to undo my pants.
He spies the boxers I borrowed this morning. “Already helping yourself, I see.” He dips his fingers below the waistline.
“I figured you wouldn’t mind.”
“Does this mean I get to keep your panties?”
I swat at him, giggling. “Pervert.”
At that he flips me onto my back with what appears to be very little effort, making me gasp as he efficiently strips me of pants and boxers in one fell swoop. “Now we’re even.” His eyes drink me in with so much heat I clench my thighs, my hips rising slightly off the bed. “God, you’re beautiful.” He leans down over me, his skin a fire along my body.
I push his shoulder lightly. “Hey, I was supposed to be the one in charge this time.”
He growls a little while kissing my neck.
“Is that a no to me being in charge?” I want to sound annoyed, but his tongue hits a sensitive spot behind my ear and it comes out as more of a moan.
“Doesn’t sound like you mind too much.” He sounds a little too satisfied.
I take the moment of distraction to wrap a leg around his and use my hip as a fulcrum as I put everything I have into a shoulder shove.
He at least moves a bit.
He chuckles, and I swat at him.
“This is not funny.”
He leans back so I can see the amusement in his face. “I kind of think it is.”
“Oh, yeah?” I reach down to squeeze his penis. He gasps, and I take that moment to complete a flip. “Just needed the proper distraction.” I move my hands up to his chest and kiss the soft curls that spread across his pecs.
“You play dirty.” His hands cup my butt. “No fair.” He groans as I gently bite his nipple.
“Now who doesn’t seem to mind too much?” I kiss my way down his torso.
Chloe can “talk” to animals…so why can she hear the thoughts of this hot, green-eyed man?
Abandoned by her mother and raised by a father who’d given up on life, Chloe doesn’t let anyone get close. Lucky for her, she can communicate with animals—telepathically. Animals are the only people she needs. When a suspected dogfighting ring comes to her attention, Chloe decides to do a little spying. In her rush to win the dogs’ trust, she almost gets caught.
Until a sexy stranger intervenes, and she finds she can overhear his thoughts. She’s never been able to hear people, and this man’s about as sexy as she’s ever seen. It’s more than intellectual curiosity that drives her to discover his secret: he’s a jaguar shape-shifter, and the presence of this cat among the dogs might be a bit too much to handle. But the animal attraction is just too hot to resist, and the passion between them makes both the sparks—and the fur—fly…
I like books that are funny and fun to read (and hot!) but also make me think or look at the world in a new way. I am influenced by magic realism, comparative mythology, and esoteric spiritual practices from around the world.
I spent too many years chasing someone else’s definition of success. My life simplified, I returned to my first love of writing.
These days you’ll find me writing, pet sitting, juggling a number of freelance gigs, and reigning as my home’s domestic goddess. I live in the Midwestern U.S. with my husband, dog and cats. Alas, I have, as of yet, been unable to teach my husband how to purr.