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!
Oblivious, A Kendra Spark Novel
Kendra Spark Series
Genre: Paranormal, Suspense-Thriller, Romance
Publisher: BWL Publishing, Inc.
Date of Publication: May 16, 2020
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…
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.
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.
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