Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Author Jan DeLima shares her delicious Double Chocolate Hazelnut Cookies and a decadent excerpt from Summer Moon
Please help me welcome Jan DeLima, author of the elegant, compelling new shapeshifter paranormal romance series Celtic Wolves!
Today, Jan has brought along the delicious Double Chocolate Hazelnut cookies recipe the character Elen is known for in the Celtic Wolves series. It’s featured in Summer Moon – the newest release in the series – and we thought you might want to snag it for your own culinary enjoyment at home! She’s also sharing a decadent, almost-naughty excerpt from Summer Moon, so take a look and dive into this beautiful story universe!
Elen’s Double Chocolate Hazelnut Cookies
From Summer Moon by Jan DeLima
- 2 sticks of butter, room temperature
- 1 teaspoon of baking soda
- ½ teaspoon of salt
- 1 ¾ cups of all-purpose flour
- 2/3 cup of unsweetened cocoa powder
- ¾ cup sugar
- ¾ cup packed light brown sugar
- 2 large eggs
- 1 teaspoon of vanilla
- 1 package of semi-sweet chocolate chips
- Optional: 1 cup of hazelnuts toasted and skinned (macadamia nuts can be substituted)
Toast hazelnuts first. Using a cookie sheet, toast in oven at 350 degrees for ten to fifteen minutes until skins start to crack. Allow to cool and remove skins by rubbing a handful together inside a paper towel. Set aside to finish cooling.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees and line three cookie sheets with parchment paper. I use three sheets so cookies aren’t crowded. Also, chocolate burns easily so parchment paper is strongly recommended. Sift flour, baking soda, salt, and cocoa powder together in a large bowl. In a separate bowl, cream butter and sugar together, add eggs and vanilla and mix until combined. Slowly add dry ingredients into the butter mixture and blend. A hand mixer for these cookies works great, but they can be done with a whisk and spoon. When combined, fold in hazelnuts and chocolate chips. Using a spoon or small scoop, place dough balls onto the cookie sheet in rows. They should be approximately an inch around, while leaving an inch between each dough ball as they will spread while baking. Bake for 8 to 12 minutes. Do not over bake or cookies will be hard and dry. The cookies are done when the outer skin begins to crack. Remove and let cool.
They will be gooey during the cooling process, so be sure to snag one while they’re still warm!
Okay, I am seriously craving cookies now! How about you guys?! Hah! On to the excerpt! Then keep reading for a chance to win a lovely prize and learn more about Summer Moon and the Celtic Wolves series!
Read an excerpt
In all her years of existence, Rosa had never awoken to a man in her bed. Her response, though admittedly craven, was to pretend she still slept. Nothing had prepared her for the experience or, more important, how she should act.
He had been angry when last they spoke, and then he’d not come to bed until after she’d fallen asleep.
His attitude must have changed at some point in the night, because Luc had gathered her against him. And now his arm circled across her side while his palm rested against her stomach. More discomforting, his erection pressed against her backside and she wasn’t sure he was completely awake.
With her eyes closed, she tried to relax. But how was she to remain unaffected when he smelled like temptation rolled in musky pine, like warmth and desire and slumbering power. Those sensations came again, the ones he had produced in his brother’s cabin. She almost squirmed at the memory.
She knew he had awakened when his arm tensed. His hand moved from her belly to her thigh . . . Did he think that a less insinuating place?
He inhaled. His intake of breath sent chills skittering across her skin.
“Rosa . . . ?” Her name was a husky growl.
She shivered, and then cringed, because the involuntary response foiled her ruse. “I’m awake.”
He leaned in, then stilled as if rethinking his original intention. “Did you sleep well?”
“I did; thank you for asking.” Was it normal to have mundane conversations while her nipples strained against her nightshirt?
“You’re welcome.” She heard a grin in his voice and wanted to see whether it touched his face—needed to, after last night.
Wiggling free of his arm, she turned onto her back and found that it did. “You’re not angry with me anymore?”
His expression faded. “I wasn’t angry. I was . . .” A sigh fell from his mouth.
“I suspect the generators will be strained with morning showers.” She purposefully changed the topic to domestic matters, sensing his unease and not wanting to reopen an argument that couldn’t be won. “If we want hot water we best be up and going.”
“In a moment.” He rose up on one forearm. He slept nude, of course. Why would he not when it would give her some relief? The owl tattoo wove a dark pattern around his torso and down his side. He looked very much the Pagan as he observed her, with promises of carnal delights gleaming in his mercury-colored eyes.
An ache settled in her chest and it refused to part, a longing that only fed the cravings of her weakened flesh. His hair had been left unbound for the night. It fell down to mingle with hers in a tangle of golden and black fleece on sapphire-colored sheets.
It was decadent.
And her heart began to race as if a hundred tiny drums beat for an ancient dance and she had yet to find the proper rhythm.
His eyes roamed her face, down her throat, lingering on her breasts covered only by a thin shirt. He reached out and brushed a taut peak, just the tiniest of caresses with the backs of his fingers. He was testing her body—and her willingness to accept his touch.
She turned her head and looked away, hoping to hide the incessant yearning that had taken root, reminding herself in that moment why she’d told him only the once. But the line between what she wanted and why she resisted blurred.
Simply because he kept his heart for Koko didn’t stop her from wanting what he had offered her—pride be damned.
Then be mated to me . . . Or at least let us try.
Luc over William, Rhys, Pendaran . . . ? Truly, the list could go on and on, and if she had to be bound to one man for an eternity—Luc was the most appealing prospect.
“You’re in need,” he whispered. “Let me ease you.”
“We mustn’t.” But even as she spoke her body betrayed her. Moisture gathered below in her feminine parts, now healed and whole and ready to be used for their designed purpose. And that one place—the one Cadan and Tesni had many names for and loved to recite simply to make her blush—that place strained to be stroked.
Pleasure button indeed; more like a wicked miscreant.
Luc rested his forehead next to her temple, nuzzled his face into her neck. “It can be done without risk of pregnancy.”
She tensed with distrust. Granted, she knew of such things. Of course she knew, but no one had ever offered them to her, at least not a man, and most certainly not one whose touch she craved. It went beyond comprehension—to give her pleasure without asking for anything in return.
“You would do that?” The question fell unbidden from her mouth as blurred lines disappeared.
He made a sound that implied he was in pain. “Yes, I’ll do that.” And so much more if you would just let me. It wasn’t said outright, merely promised in his voice. “I would have offered it last night if I knew it would produce such an agreeable response.”
“If you’ll recall, that is the opposite of what you proposed.” She drew an unsteady breath as he slid down the length of her body, tugged off her underthings and discarded them on the floor. Rising up on her elbows to stare down at him, she asked, “What are you doing?”
His head tilted in a way that reminded her of the Great Hunts, how warriors promised their skills with haughty glares as they chased their prey across golden fields.
Slowly, he parted her legs. “Exactly what I said I would.”
Anyone weak of spirit would have run; not weak of bodily desires, obviously. No, the latter would have done the same as her, offer the hunter what he wanted and not cared if the end resulted in her demise. If his lower half didn’t hang off the bottom of the bed, she might have garnered the courage to resist. Instead she waited breathlessly to feel his hands and his fingers, startled when he started biting kisses along her inner thigh, nipping gently toward . . .
“Surely you don’t mean to do . . . ?”
Oh, but he did. Her back arched off the mattress…
Rosa Alban has been obedient her entire life. But when her alpha husband dies, she seizes the opportunity to flee the oppressive Guardians—the rulers of the secret shapeshifter world. Her flight instantly brands her as a pack traitor, and she has no choice but to seek protection from a neighboring tribe by marrying one of their sons.
Known as the Beast of Merin, Luc Black loyally plays the part of unwanted son and devoted brother. He realizes marrying Rosa will strengthen his tribe’s territory, but he has no intention of loving ever again. Still, he’s unprepared for the intense physical need the wild she-wolf awakens in him.
When the Guardians hone in on Rosa, Luc must fight to protect his new bride. And as war descends, the unlikely allies discover their destinies are irrevocably entwined…
[quote]Rich in mythology and imagination, Celtic Wolves is a series to watch! Beautifully and obviously lovingly crafted, Ms. DeLima’s wolves will be a joy to follow as each new book weaves a compellingly beautiful tapestry of otherworldly lore, creative new fiction, and stories with heart.[/quote]
Read our review of Celtic Moon, the first book in the Celtic Wolves series, here!
Find it online at Amazon in paperback or e-book format.
Jan is giving away the winners choice of the following prizes to one lucky commenter on today’s post. Check ’em out below then follow the instructions on the prize widget to enter!
- US: Signed physical copies of Celtic Moon and Summer Moon PLUS your choice of ( either a $50 Amazon Gift Card ) OR ( a lovely sterling silver Celtic knot toe ring with gift box )
- International: Signed physical copies of Celtic Moon and Summer Moon PLUS a lovely sterling silver Celtic knot toe ring with gift box