THE WAY TO A MAN’S HEART
Hey, Sam. Thanks for inviting me over to your blog to celebrate the upcoming release of my second novel, Chancing Faith. I’m particularly excited about this story because, though it turned out not to be my debut novel, it is first in a lot of things – first romance novel I actually started, my first interracial romance, the first book I sold and my first book in print format!
So I’m going to do a first on this post and share with you a recipe! It’s a Ghanaian Dish that features in Chancing Faith. My hero, Thane Aleksander, who is very protective of his stomach decides to try a local dish (oh, the things we do for love) and he chooses what, in his opinion is safe – Jollof Rice (at least he knows what rice is, right?).
Jollof rice is considered a special meal in Ghana and is often prepared on Sundays. There are lots of recipes online, and so you can look for others, but I thought this one was simple enough. If you’re looking for something different this weekend, go ahead a try this.
Ingredients (supposed to serve 8)
· 1 tablespoon olive oil
· 1 large onion, sliced
· 2 (14.5 ounce) cans stewed tomatoes
· 1/2 (6 ounce) can tomato paste
· 1 teaspoon salt
· 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
· 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper
· 1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes
· 1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
· 1 teaspoon chopped fresh rosemary
· 2 cups water
· 1 (3 pound) whole chicken, cut into 8 pieces
· 1 cup uncooked white rice
· 1 cup diced carrots
· 1/2 pound fresh green beans, trimmed and snapped into 1 to 2 inch pieces
· 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1. Pour oil into large saucepan. Cook onion in oil over medium-low heat until translucent.
2. Stir in stewed tomatoes and tomato paste, and season with salt, black pepper, cayenne pepper, red pepper flakes, Worcestershire sauce and rosemary. Cover, and bring to a boil. Reduce heat, stir in water, and add chicken pieces. Simmer for 30 minutes.
3. Stir in rice and season with nutmeg. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to low. Cover, and simmer until the chicken is fork-tender, 15 to 20 minutes.
4. Stir in carrots, and green beans (other veggies of choice can also be added). Let simmer until veggies are done and the rice is cooked, about 10 minutes.
He didn’t do short-term relationships…
American ad exec, Thane Aleksander, doesn’t date co-workers either—until business takes him to Ghana,West Africa, and he meets Naaki. Now he’s at risk of breaking all the rules. Can he stop this headlong fall before it’s too late?
Until he met her!
Naaki Tabika has a burning need to prove, to herself and others, that she’s more than wife and mother material. To do so, she’s prepared to give up everything for her job. Meeting Thane, however, makes her want to get personal. But falling for her boss could destroy her career. Will she be willing to risk it all for the one thing that can make her truly happy?
Two divergent cultures, two different races, two career-driven professionals, only one chance at true love—will they find the faith to take it, or will their hearts be sacrificed on the altar of financial success?
Thane knew he was in for it now. He could hardly believe he’d really done it…
He’d kissed Naaki. Kissed her! What the hell was he thinking? Thane tossed his jacket aside and yanked off his tie. Of all the stupid—
Raking his fingers through his hair, he muttered a curse. The urge to hit something assaulted him with a force that should have surprised him. The perfect punching bag would have been his own body, since it was apparent that he needed to pound some sense into his skull. Right now, the only thing pounding was his heart as it threatened to burst out of his chest, throbbing partly out of anger but mostly from his pulsing desire.
Damned if he didn’t still want her in his arms. She made him feel like a teenager—and not in a good way. Vulnerable wasn’t a desired state of mind as far as he was concerned. He sat down with the adjoining door in full view, still unable to comprehend how he’d dropped his guard. How he seemed so willing to let down his defenses around her.
He’d panicked in the elevator, allowed himself to be captivated. He’d worried about her, touched her as if he cared. She’d kissed him back, moaned against his lips and his knees had gone weak. He could have made love to her right there in the lobby. He could care about her, and caring was the last thing he could afford to do.
Dammit. Naaki wasn’t a woman you got involved with on a whim. He needed, at all cost, to avoid her—the woman who’d so easily brought him to his knees, who’d caused his body to come alive and made him want—