Hello, everyone.
I’m S. Peters-Davis, author of the Kendra Spark Series, a
stand-alone novel (soon to be more of these), and a new series that I’m
currently writing, Ghost Guardians Series, new adult, paranormal romance. I’m
excited to be here and so gracious that you’re hosting me.
Thank you for inviting me into your kitchen today:)
Okay, for chocolate
lovers, this is a recipe I’ve honed to “me” and originally came from another
author. It’s my go-to when I’ve run dry on Ghirardelli semi-sweet chocolate
chips *smiles*
This recipe only takes
minutes to make, and no time to set-up…sometimes I don’t even let them set-up
before I’m trying one out.
No-Bake
Cookies – S. Peters-Davis special
recipe
**You may use your personal
brands of ingredients, but I’m going to use the name brands that I use in mine.
½ Cup Fair Life Fat-Free
Milk
2 Cups Domino Sugar
(because it’s finer than other sugars)
1 Stick of Challenge
Butter
1/3 Cup of Ghirardelli
powdered cocoa OR 4 squares Ghirardelli unsweetened 100% cocoa bar
1 Teaspoon Vanilla
(organic, real vanilla - I do use a variety of brands, so won’t state one)
½ Cup organic peanut
butter – may need to stir before measuring out as oil hangs out at the top (I
buy several different brands on this also)
2 Cups Red Mill gluten-free
Oatmeal (because I have a gluten intolerance)
Combine sugar, milk,
butter, and cocoa – heat medium-high – bring to boil and let simmer 2 minutes.
Remove from heat, stir in vanilla and peanut butter until smooth. Add oatmeal.
Relatively quick (because this
sets fast) drop by spoonful onto wax paper or the wax side of aluminum foil and
let sit until they set-up enough to hold together.
And that’s it…and if
you’re a chocolate lover, it’s tough to stop at just one of these. So good!
Enjoy!
Best always,
S. Peters-Davis
Oblivious,
A Kendra Spark Novel
Kendra
Spark Series
Book
Four
S.
Peters-Davis
Genre: Paranormal,
Suspense-Thriller, Romance
Publisher: BWL Publishing, Inc.
Date of Publication: May 16, 2020
Kindle 9780228614197
ISBN 9780228614234
Number of pages: 267
Word Count: 55,500
Cover Artist: Michelle Lee
Series Tagline: Kendra sees
ghosts, and then her BFF, Jenna, becomes one. The two friends and FBI agent
Derek Knight fight for justice to the victims of heinous crimes.
Book Tagline: Kendra, Jenna, and
Derek, specialized FBI force of the supernatural, face-off with a Voodoo
Priestess turned evil witch, carrying a vengeance…
Book Description:
Kendra communicates with ghosts.
She’s gone from a best-selling suspense-mystery author to an FBI asset on a
secret mission team.
Jenna, an FBI criminal analyst
and Kendra’s best friend, died in a fatal accident, but she continues to work
for the team with Kendra’s translations.
Derek Knight, an FBI Special
Agent, leads the FBI-Violent Crimes Unit-Sensitive (better known as
Supernatural) Investigations team to fight evil entities disrupting the Earth
plane.
A Voodoo Priestess turned evil
witch of the dark arts steps in with a vengeance…
The world changes for Derek now
that he sees the dark spirits. But defeating them is no simple task, especially
when one resides inside someone on his team.
Oblivious much?
Excerpt:
The
twenty-minute drive took about twelve. When I pulled in, an old silver Chrysler
LeBaron was parked outside the pole barn. I grabbed the Glock out of my
glovebox, then got out to check the inside of the car. Sassy Blaze lay in the
backseat, looking dazed. I opened the door to make sure she was alive. Her
pulse registered slow, and shaking her didn’t awaken her.
“You’ve got
bigger problems than Miss Witchy-Pants there.”
I cracked my
head on the door frame of the car and a stream of vanilla scent invaded my
olfactory. “Good Gods, Jenna. Give me a little warning.” I sneezed.
“Crazed
Gun-Slinger Darla is inside, waving a gun at Kendra’s head. She wants to know
where Bertellia and Estevez are.”
I ran to the
back-porch door and quietly let myself inside. Female voices.
Jenna stood at
the open doorway, leading into the great room. She waved me closer then placed
a finger to her mouth for quiet.
I peeked inside.
Darla. Her eyes crazed and hair wild, she reminded me of a psychopath.
“You’ll make
quite the vessel, or you’ll end up dead weight. We’ll see how good your ability
really is, Miss Kendra Spark. You’ve been a real sliver in my spine, and I will
never forgive you for the annoyance you’ve been to Bertellia and Estevez. I can
no longer reach them, so you’ll have to share what you’ve done to silence them.
What sort of prison have you confined them in?” Darla’s voice came across
shrill, heavy on the southern accent, I’d never heard her sound like that
before.
I stepped inside
the house. Kendra sat on the couch, staring toward the fireplace. Darla, eyes
wide, stood behind her, pointing a gun at Kendra’s head, and then they both
looked my way.
“Well, Mr.
Knight, you’re finally here. Miss Kendra remains pretty much speechless, so I’m
hoping you can answer my questions about where Bertellia and Estevez have
gone.” Darla waved her gun at me, her arm jerky and wild, then she pointed it
back at Kendra. Darla’s fingers squeezed Kendra’s shoulder. “Where are they?” A
grimace of malice crossed Darla’s face, something else from her I’d never
witnessed.
“What’s happened
to you, Darla?” I shook my head, holding my weapon down at my side, out of
view. “Did your aunt do something to influence this behavior? Why are you
talking with an accent? That’s not you at all.”
“I’m going to
shoot this woman if you don’t tell me what I want to know. For the last time,
where’s Bertellia and Estevez?” Her eyes narrowed to slits, and her lips
pinched into a snarl. Her grip tightened on the pistol held at Kendra’s temple.
Jenna screamed,
“Her tells say she’s gonna do it, Derek.”
The house phone
rang, startling Darla. Kendra dropped sideways onto the couch cushions. I took
that moment to aim and shoot. I hit Darla’s shoulder. Her gun flew to the floor
in front of the sofa, and she fell backward with a thud. I rushed the couch and
vaulted over the top, landing next to her. She lay on the floor with her
eyelids fluttering, the bullet entered on the right side just below her collar
bone. I gently rolled her to see the backside. The wound looked like a
through-and-through. I pressed my hands on both sides of her body to staunch
the blood flow.
Suddenly, a dark
shadow in the form of a blurry faceless mannequin emerged from Darla’s body and
ran toward the open porch doorway. Darla passed out in my arms, and the shadow
disappeared.
About
the Author:
S. Peters-Davis writes
multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller,
especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing,
editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren,
or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/spdavis788
BWL Author Page: https://bookswelove.net/peters-davis-s/
BWL Publishing Inc.: https://bookswelove.net/
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