Last week I interviewed Kristen Ashley and we chatted about a time capsule, hot bikers and firemen she’s met, what it takes to be a Rock Chick and of course a mutually loved topic…yes, you guessed it—mouthwatering—food (I know what you were all thinking…..well, there is that of course).
Welcome to Tasty Tuesday.
This week I am sharing Kristen’s grandmother’s recipe for Key Lime Pie (recipe below).
In Kristen Ashley’s latest novel, Fire Inside (review and favorite quotes below) Lanie made this pie for Hop….the way to Hop’s heart was a pit stop with a slice of pie to his rock hard, six pack abs, he loved the pie and I know you will too.
However, I must confess, even after Kristen shared the recipe with me, I tweaked Kristen’s recipe a tiny bit. I can’t help myself, I have this annoying, OCD internal editor that resides in my head….correction, she used to reside in my head, she’s gone to an undisclosed location for a few months, as I am diving head first into a program called: The Book in a Month Club (more about that at a later date).
Please be advised, this blog post is intended for adults only.
Heidi Wiley’s Review
Hopper Kincaid lives hard and plays harder as one of the toughest members of the Chaos Motorcycle club. When Lanie Heron a longtime friend of the club offers Hop one night of no strings attached wild sex, he immediately takes her up on the offer but soon realizes one night with her is not enough. What started out as a physical release turns into a physical gift that ignites the fire inside that lives within them both.
Fire Inside is Kristen Ashley’s second novel in the Chaos series. When we first meet Hop in Motorcycle Man, his reputation is questionable, however, because of the passionate way Kristen Ashley develops her hard core Alphas, we know he is capable of redemption.
Hop is tough, sexy and smart. He is a man of patience but if he doesn’t get what he wants, the last inch of his fuse burns real fast.
Kristen Ashley doesn’t shy away from developing complicated heroines. Besides being temperamental and emotionally scarred, Lanie’s broken heart has never defeated her and has left her with the ability to heal without self-pity.
With Fire inside, Kristen Ashley drives the plot deeper than the physical toughness that surrounds a Motorcycle Club, what stands between Hop and Lanie can’t be defeated by threats or force, but through trust and tenderness. Readers have grown to love all her heroes and heroines and lucky for us they don’t fade into the background but make repeat appearances while we become invested in her new additions to the series.
With all the intensity, drama and hot sex that fill Miss Ashley’s books, it always comes down to love, commitment and family and that’s what makes her novels such a guilty pleasure to read.
Highly recommend. 5 stars
Favorite Quotes from Fire Inside Readers
A big thank you to Heidi for her review and to the the Sassy Sirens Kick-ass Rock Chicks for submitting their favorite quotes
(Fire Inside is in written in first person through the heroine, Lanie’s point of view)
Elvira — “Keep hold of happy. You deserve it. It’s found you. Don’t let go.”
“Okay, Lady,” Hop said. “We got tonight.”
“We had tonight. Tonight. Just tonight,” I said. I could do that. I could give myself tonight. One more night of not being alone. One more night of not being lonely. One more night of the drug that was Hop.
Lanie — I didn’t want to be alone. I didn’t want to be so damned lonely. I didn’t want to live like I was living – the nightmares, the fear, something no one would understand, something I had to hide so people I cared about didn’t get worried.
Hop — He liked her smell. He liked her feel. He liked her uncertainty. He liked how hard she made him come. And he liked how hard she came for him.
“Are you real?” I asked his skin.
“Babe, you’re standing in my arms,” he answered.
“Please be real,” I whispered.
“Feel this.” He gave me a squeeze.
“I’m real, Lanie.”
Kame Book Reviews:
“I’d like to request that you stop telling me my head’s fucked up,” I said.
“Let me help you get it straight, I’ll quit tellin’ you that shit,” Hop answered.
Hop to his son — “Games can’t be gay, boy. People are gay, games aren’t, and it isn’t a bad think to be.”
Lanie to Tack: My mouth fell open. Then I closed it to request, “Can you at least try to be a normal person in a crazy situation?”
“No.” Tack denied my request.
Argh! “You need to leave,” I ordered. ” I need to go ape-shit on my old man and I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Tack burst out laughing.
“A girl, Hop, any girl who crushes on a boy like that, well…you aren’t a girl and thank God for me you aren’t. Still, that means you’ll never know. To have a crush like that and then have that boy fall in love with you, Hop, that’s a dream come true, Tabby lost so much, honey, she deserves to have a dream come true.”
“Lady.” Automatically my eyes move to Hop at his soft call. “Next weekend, it starts.”
I didn’t want to know. My mouth did. I knew this when it swallowed and asked, “What?”
“You gettin’ to know your shield.”
My breath caught, my throat closed, and my heart started beating hard.
Hop wasn’t done. “Nothin’ fucks with you, even your parents. You take a chance on me you’ll learn, starting next weekend, you breath easy.”
“Anything you need, babe. I’m there for you one way or another.”
“I love the song you sang for me.”
His face got soft but his smiling mouth said,”I think I got that when you stood on a chair and screamed I was the shit, then jumped me the minute we got in the front door. Seriously, babe, I think I got carpet burns on my ass and shoulder blades you rode me so hard.”
“Baby,” his lips dropped to mine but his eyes didn’t let mine go, “Christ, I’m beggin’ you, let me in. Let me help. Let me in so I can untie that shit you got wound up inside you.”
“But you didn’t leak out. You’re still here. You lost blood, Lanie, and someone you loved. But you’re still here. Give me one more thing before this is over and promise me you’ll try to find it in you to remember that.”
“Thank you, Hopper Kincaid. Suitcases. Sandwiches. Chinese. God’s country. Sweet kids. I didn’t go to sleep last night buried under emotional exhaustion. I went to sleep looking forward to seeing you. That’s a miracle, honey, and you have to know I appreciate you making that miracle happen for me.”
Even so, Hopper was the kind of guy that his looks, his charisma, all that was him, and there was a lot, could cut through anything.
Hop to Lanie — “Every step, every breathe, every second i lived on this earth, I’m thankful for, no matter how fucked up or whacked or hard or good, cause all that shit led me to you.”
“I’m not your old lady,” I declared.
He grinned and asked, ” You aren’t?”
“No,” I stated firmly.
“In my tee, in my bed, after a night where my condom stash got lighter by three, lady. Beg to differ,” he replied.
Hop to Lanie:
“You cannot lie under me after watching Tack with Cherry for eight goddamned years and tell me his brothers, his bike, and livin’ free means more to him than his wife and, I’ll add, his fuckin’ kids. That you know completely, you witness it, you feel it. That’s your girl. You know what she’s got… Other clubs might be about the brothers, the bikes, the carousing. You look at our leader, you know exactly what this Club is about.”
“Over two hours every day just to do your hair and makeup. Diana fuckin’ Ross in her heyday probably took less time to get ready for a show. Babe, if that isn’t high maintenance, I do not know what is.”
“You breathe easy if you take a chance on me,” Hop said. “What I do, I do. What the Club does, it does. You’ll learn to trust me, the brothers, Tack. I don’t use you as a shield. I AM the goddamn shield, and I’m not talkin’ about bullets because shit like that does not touch old ladies. EVER. I’m talkin’ about assholes with monster trucks. I’m talkin’ about Club business, life, every second you live, every breath you take. You take a chance on me, your biggest worry is your 7-Up fizzing over.”
Pat Egan Fordyce:
Hop — She had bedroom eyes. The kind of eyes any man with a functioning dick would want staring into his as he was moving inside her. Fuck – her eyes were amazing.
“Lanie, I’m a member of a motorcycle club. Used to people out there in the other world thinkin’ I got a screw loose. Also don’t give a shirt they think that way.”
Key Lime Pie Recipe
3/4 pound graham crackers (put graham crackers in food processor and process into crumbs)
4 TBSP white sugar
2 sticks butter, melted
1/4 tsp. sea salt
1 can frozen lime juice concentrate (defrost so that it is liquidy)
10 ounces condensed milk
1 tub of whipped cream, chilled
2 TBSP confectioners’ sugar
1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
Preheat the oven to 325°
In the food processor, add the crumbled graham crackers, melted butter, sugar and salt and pulse until combined.
Press graham cracker mixture into the bottom of a pie plate, forming an even layer on the bottom, sides and edge.
Bake the crust for 10 minutes.
Remove from the oven and allow the crust to cool.
To make filling:
In a large bowl add: condensed milk, lime juice, and whipped cream. Using a whisk — whisk together until smooth, gradually add the confectioner’s sugar and whip until everything is incorporated together.
Pour the mixture into the cooled pie crust and put it in the freezer for about 2 hours (until it is set firmly).
Remove from freezer and let sit 5 minutes prior to serving.