Guest Post by J.K. Coi

What makes a monster? Is it scaly green skin, yellow eyes, and a forked tongue (or does that just make a lizard?)

Can a heartbroken, mutilated prima ballerina become a monster? Because the heroine of FAR FROM BROKEN, my holiday release from Carina Press sure believes that this is what she’s become.

After suffering a violent attack which left her at death’s door, Callie was saved only by the mechanical implants that replaced her legs, her hand, and an eye. She can’t bear to look at herself now, more iron and gears than flesh and blood, and she’ll definitely never dance again. She’s gone from graceful and pretty and talented, to a clumsy, ungainly shell of a person who feels nothing but anger and pain. Who believes herself of no use to anyone.

She hasn’t cried though. Even when Jasper shows up and starts fighting to pull her out of the dark, safe place she’s been hiding.

Jasper himself believes he’s a monster, because only a monster would lie to his wife and put her in danger the way he did. And perhaps it took a monster to insist on doing whatever was necessary to save her life…even if that meant dangerous surgery and artificial limbs. And only a monster would return to her after all she’d been through and ask her to take him back.

Two monsters who refuse to cry, but it will take a lot of tears before either of them can find out whether even monsters deserve a happily ever after.

Soldier. Spymaster. Husband.

Colonel Jasper Carlisle was defined by his work until he met his wife. When the prima ballerina swept into his life with her affection, bright laughter and graceful movements, he knew that she was the reason for his existence, and that their love would be forever.

But their world is shattered when Callie is kidnapped and brutally tortured by the foes Jasper has been hunting. Mechanical parts have replaced her legs, her hand, her eye…and possibly her heart. Though she survived, her anger at Jasper consumes her, while Jasper’s guilt drives him from the woman he loves. He longs for the chance to show her their love can withstand anything…including her new clockwork parts.

As the holiday season approaches, Jasper realizes he must fight not just for his wife’s love and forgiveness…but also her life, as his enemy once again attempts to tear them apart.

Far From Broken is available separately or in the anthology entitled “A Clockwork Christmas”

Baklava is a flaky mediterranean desert comprised of butter, walnuts, phyllo dough, sugar, honey…and did I mention the butter? My mother makes a version that is so rich my mouth starts watering just thinking about it and since we’re heading into the holidays, I thought I’d share my thoughts on this desert with my readers.

Another reason I’m thinking about Baklava is because it’s the favorite sweet of my Arab-American hero in Dark Sins and Desert Sands, a paranormal romance novel about a modern day minotaur who intends to use his mind-control powers for revenge against those who have destroyed his life, but ends up falling for a modern-day sphinx instead. Here’s a little snippet from the book, then stay tuned for a delicious recipe!

“It’s sooo good,” Layla said, with a sensual moan. She literally writhed in the passenger seat, her elegant fingers flexing around her soda bottle with pleasure.

She’d been doing that with every bite of the cookie Ray had picked up for her in a convenience store and her enthusiasm was starting to turn him on. He glanced over in time to see her licking chocolate from her fingers in a way that made him twitch. She aroused him so easily, under any circumstance, without even trying. Maybe especially when she wasn’t trying.

For as long as he’d known her, she’d been a serious woman, but now she started laughing. It reminded him of how she’d sputtered with joy in the bathroom of that crappy little motel when she’d first touched him. The pleasure of the memory—of being touched in a way that didn’t bring pain—set him off-balance. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just that I can’t believe I’ve gone two years without eating anything sweeter than a bran muffin!” Her laughter cut off suddenly, and she stammered, “Oh—oh, Ray. I’m sorry. Next to what you’ve been through…”

“Don’t do that,” he said. It’s true that he’d spent two years eating any slop they shoved through the slats of his prison cell, but she’d been in a kind of prison too. He was glad she was finally free of it.

“Don’t walk on eggshells like you pity me, Layla, or like you think I’m going to explode at any moment.”

“Okay,” she said, offering him a bite of the dessert as a peace offering. “Do you want some?”

“No, thanks. I’m not big on sweets unless it’s my mother’s baklava. The way she brushes the phyllo dough with butter and spices the nuts… My whole family goes crazy for it.”

Layla stared at him. “What’s it like to have a family?” It was an odd question, and his expression must have said so, because she explained, “When I didn’t have my memories, I always hoped that there was a family out there somewhere looking for me. Now I know that I don’t have parents. I don’t have siblings or children. Just Seth.”

“What’s it like having family?” Ray repeated, struggling for an answer. “It’s like asking someone what it’s like to have an arm or a leg. You can explain what it’s like to lose it, but you take it for granted when you have one.”

So let’s see if we can reproduce Ray’s childhood memory for our holiday tables!

Holiday Baklava

• 1 (16 ounce) package phyllo dough
• 1 pound chopped nuts
• 1 cup butter
• 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
• 1 cup water
• 1 cup white sugar
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
• 1/2 cup honey

1. Preheat oven to 350. Butter bottoms and sides of a 9×13 inch pan.
2. Chop nuts and toss with cinnamon. Set aside. Unroll phyllo dough. Cut whole stack in half to fit pan. Cover phyllo with a dampened cloth to keep from drying out as you work. Place two sheets of dough in pan, butter thoroughly. Repeat until you have 8 sheets layered. Sprinkle 2 – 3 tablespoons of nut mixture on top. Top with two sheets of dough, butter, nuts, layering as you go. The top layer should be about 6 – 8 sheets deep.
3. Cut into diamond shapes. You may cut into 4 long rows the make diagonal cuts. Bake for about 50 minutes until baklava is golden and crisp.
4. While baklava is baking, boil sugar and water until sugar is dissolved. Add vanilla and honey. Simmer for about 20 minutes.
5. Take baklava from oven and drizzle sauce on it. Cool. It Freezes well.

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