The Food of Love is an anthology released by
Solstice Publishing just in time for Valentine’s Day. Food entices the senses just as love entices the soul. We take chances, we share new beginnings, in hopes of making that special someone part of our lives, now and forever. Solstice Publishing presents ten tales of love, each with a recipe our authors consider part of their love story. We hope they can be part of yours too.
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I loved the idea of compiling all these great short stories, along with finger-licking recipes, which make a perfect Valentine’s Day. I liked all the stories very much, and my favorite was ‘There’s Always Tomorrow’ by Susanne Matthews. I especially adored this one because the author manages to create strong, real characters even in less than twenty pages, a skill not many authors possess. I immediately felt a connection with Iris and Finn, and the chemistry between them was absolutely magic. Nothing more fit for Valentine’s Day than a handful of great romance stories!
As for the recipes, they all sound delicious, especially the desserts. Mya O’Malley’s Chocolate Martini is number one on my list, along with her cookies. All in all, this is not only a great read, but a masterpiece where talented authors join forces and aprons. Highly recommended!
Excerpt from There’s Always Tomorrow, by Susanne Matthews
Glancing around the table, she realized it had been set for eight. Why eight? The only one missing was Rose. She was about to ask when she noticed Lily nervously folding and unfolding her napkin, glancing at the door. They wouldn’t dare! You’d think that, after all these years, she’d have learned to recognize her sisters’ matchmaking, but this was too much. They’d fixed her up with someone, she was sure of it, and it was that and not the prospect of premature labor that had Lily on pins and needles.
“You didn’t,” she whispered between clenched teeth, and Lily shrugged.
“It was Rose’s idea…”
“Hello, Iris,” the man’s voice, one she’d heard countless times in interviews she’d taped and replayed, one that had always made her heart beat faster, interrupted her sister’s comment. Lily blew out a deep breath and reached for her glass.
Iris’s stunned gaze rose to meet chocolate brown eyes filled with humor staring down at her, and her mouth gaped open. This can’t be real.
His mouth twitched as he tried not to smile, but his dimple gave it away. She hadn’t seen Finn Bowman in person in more than fifteen years, not since he’d left Harper High on an athletic scholarship to Queen’s. She knew he’d made it to the CFL, she’d watched him play on television, had even attended the Grey Cup the year his team had won, but she’d lost track of him and so many other things in life these last couple of years.
Slowly her brain started to function again. “Finn. This is a surprise. What are you doing here? You look great. Are you still playing for the Lions? I didn’t know you were in town.” She was blabbering like the shy sophomore she’d been, the one who’d have gladly died for one on Finn’s smiles. The crush she’d had on him had been painful, but he’d been nineteen to her fifteen, and she’d known nothing would come from her unrequited love.
“I had to retire three years ago—busted my knee too badly to keep playing if I wanted to walk. I’ve been back here since. I guess your sisters forgot to mention I was your date for this shindig. Sorry about that. I hope you aren’t too disappointed—I’m not.” He smiled at the others seated at the table. “Where’s Rosie?”
Frank chuckled. “You know you’re the only man on earth who gets away with calling her that? She’s out back with the others. They’re going to pipe them in shortly.” He took a mouthful of beer. “By the way, she said to tell you it’s tomorrow, whatever that means.”
“Old joke,” Finn said and worked his way around the table, shaking hands with the other members of her family and a few strangers who approached him.
Iris’s eyes were glued on the man who’d been the object of her girlish fantasies. He looked good—too damn good. She’d always been a sucker for a man in a tux. Time had treated him kindly. The gangling youth she remembered from high school was now a well-muscled man, but as a pro quarterback, he’d have had to be in shape, and he’d obviously kept it up. His chestnut hair was cut short and sprinkled with strands of silver. He sat down beside her and the warmth in his eyes helped her relax. If she had to have an escort tonight, she couldn’t think of anyone she’d prefer. Being with him was a girlish dream come true. She just might forgive Rose and Lily after all.
The whine of the bagpipes brought the buzz of conversation to a halt, and the crowd stood. Iris sat still, glued to her chair. Standing would take a lot of effort and people would notice—he’d notice. So much for her magical evening. Her heart beat faster and her palms sweat as she tried to push the chair away from the table to stand.
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The Food of Love is available from Amazon.