Jambalaya excerpt from Loch and Key
Happy Mardi Gras! How about an excerpt from Loch and Key that has a jambalaya scene? The book is available for pre-order on Amazon and all other e-book retailers: http://amzn.to/1leja2b
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“Peppers are already half cut up over there. Go ahead and finish those if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” She dove right in, chopping anything he handed her, and then watching as he began cooking the jambalaya.
“I like to cook the veggies in the fat and juice from the cooked sausage. Adds a lot of flavor.”
“It sure smells amazing. I’m not sure I’ve ever had jambalaya,” she admitted, sliding a plate’s worth of sliced onions into the pan.
“This will be your first then, and I guarantee, pretty amazing.”
“That’s quite a guarantee.”
“Absolutely, and I don’t make it lightly. Just you wait.”
“And not the least bit humble,” she drawled and softened the teasing statement with a laugh.
“Not even a little bit.” He grinned and went to the cupboard to grab the spices he needed. “Ah, hell.”
She glanced at him over her shoulder from where she stirred the veggies in the pan.
“Everything all right? Did you trip on your ego?”
“I’m out of paprika.”
“Hmm, sounds important if I go by the sound of your voice.”
“Yeah. I’m gonna need it.” He shook his head and glanced at the pan full of simmering veggies and sausage. Shit. He’d made sure he’d had all the perishable food ingredients, but had forgotten to check the spices. “As much as I hate to say it, I’d better run to the store and grab some.”
“Let me.” She stepped away from the pan and handed him the wooden spatula. “You know what you’re doing with this far more than I do. You leave me with a pan full of cooking jambalaya, you’ll probably come back to find it burned and resembling a preschooler’s art project.”
“That sounds like it would taste kind of shitty actually.”
“Quite likely. Still better than cheap arse burritos, though.”
He groaned. “I’m never going to live that down. Not from my sailors. Not from you.”
“Never,” she agreed.
“You sure you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. I’ve actually got a craving for a chocolate bar anyway.”
He arched a brow. “A chocolate bar? You’ll spoil your appetite.”
“I’m not a child, I’m a grown woman with an embarrassing appetite, who was also turned down for sex a moment ago. So I’d very much like to stuff my face with a chocolate bar as a replacement for now.” She pointed her index finger at him. “Don’t judge.”
His mouth was still flapping as she strode out of the kitchen toward the front door. She was replacing his dick with a chocolate bar?
