Pawn Takes Rook : Blog Hop
Heya all you hungry people! I’m Lex Chase, author of the superhero romantic comedy Pawn Takes Rook, the first installment in the Checkmate series. Whitney Watkins happened to review PTR on this very blog here – Pawn Takes Rook : Review. I’ve since become friends with the LYLBTB crew, and now they’ve let me take over for the day! How cool is that? You should take note there will be a giveaway of the Pawn Takes Rook ebook and a couple bits of swag to show my appreciation. Just comment and add your email address!
One of the most memorable scenes in Pawn Takes Rook is after Rook uses is ultimate secret superpower he has to restore his energy. In order to do that, he pretty much eats everything in sight with no care for what it is. I’ve included the particular excerpt below so you can get an idea. But things like dill pickle chips including the juice, caramel sauce straight from the jar, bags of shredded cheese, jalapenos, and even a box of Golden Grahams; nothing is off limits to Rook’s iron-lined stomach.
So I decided to flex my wannabe chef skills and Googlefoo to wrap up my Pawn Takes Rook Blog Tour with The Superheroic Cookbook using ingredients found in the story. Divided into Appetizer, Entrée, and Dessert, I hope you try them!
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Tostitos Rapido Pizza
When you have superhero hunger, but not a lot of time, you can toss this together in a jiffy. Perfect for tailgating, or perfect for a momentary snack for Rook.
- 1 package cream cheese
- 1/2 cup mayonnaise
- 1 small onion, chopped
- 1 red pepper, chopped
- 1 green pepper, chopped
- 1 fresh tomato, chopped
- Shredded cheese (any kind)
- 1 jar Tostitos salsa (Or any salsa)
- 1 bag Tostitos Scoops! (Or any tortilla chips)
- Mix cream cheese and mayonnaise together. Spread on a plate like pizza dough.
- Spread Tostitos salsa, then add onion, pepper and tomato.
- Cover everything with shredded cheese. Sprinkle parsley and paprika on top.
- Serve immediately with Tostitos Scoops! tortilla chips or refrigerate until ready to serve.
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Cornflakes Crusted Grilled PB&J
Were you expecting Prime Rib? Hah! Rook and Hogarth dine on Hogarth’s limited budget. So there’s a whole lot of PB&J for meals. But I’d figure once in a while they’d like to add some spice to their epicurean frat boy delights.
Makes 2 Sandwiches, perfect for two superheroes trying to make a living.
- 4 slices of bread
- 1 egg
- A dash of milk
- 1 1/2 cup cornflakes (Bonus if you’re brave enough to coat it in Golden Grahams!)
- Peanut butter
- Jelly or Jam
- Butter to grease the pan
- Pour cornflakes onto a flat plate and crush using your palms and fingers. Set aside.
- Beat one egg with a dash of milk on a separate flat plate. Set aside.
- Make the sandwich.
- Dip the sandwich in the egg mixture for both sides. Then do the same with the cornflakes crumbs.
- Heat a pan with some butter and grill the sandwich on both sides until golden brown. Make sure this is done on low heat.
- Repeat step 4 and 5 for the remaining sandwich. Serve immediately.
Recipe Courtesy of Fuss Free Cooking
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Pretzel M&M Cookies
The love of pretzel M&Ms bind Rook and Hogarth together stronger than their love for each other. One would theorize that Rook actually draws his power from them much like Popeye and spinach. Hogarth always keeps a stash of the salty chocolate treat in the last place Rook would consider: Inside his broken Xbox.
Recipe as detailed here, courtesy of Java Cupcake – makes 3 dozen small cookies!
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Pawn Takes Rook: Blurb
The first time Hogarth Dawson sees superhero Memphis Rook, he comes to Hogarth’s rescue by cracking the heads of two thugs like eggs into a skillet. Hogarth is utterly smitten, but he soon discovers the superhero Power Alliance has ejected Rook for failing to protect a civilian.
Hogarth devises a plan that will reinstate Rook and might even earn Hogarth a place in Power Alliance roster. But what he expects to be a simple few missions rescuing kittens and helping little old ladies cross the street turns into a shocking reality of citywide chases, foiling robberies, and facing his ex. Then Hogarth discovers the beating Rook saved him from wasn’t a chance attack. It’s possible Hogarth is just a pawn in Rook’s game….
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Pawn Takes Rook: Excerpt
I jogged up the steps, then cracked open my squeaky door, only to be greeted with the esteemed sight of Rook, clad in Pac-Man pajama bottoms that were definitely not mine and little else. I watched as he polished off my gallon jug of milk, tossed it aside, and moved on to the OJ, fresh from the fridge. If you could have seen the utter horror on my face at watching my hard-earned groceries disappear with shocking efficiency, you’d agree with me. One thing was for certain, he didn’t eat double-decker buses, but he pretty much ate everything else! I had to step in before he slurped up the remains of the pickle juice straight from the jar.
I snatched the jar out of his hand, and he looked at me like a swatted puppy. I was onto his game, and he wouldn’t sucker me for sympathy.
“Hey….” he groaned like a five year old denied ice cream.
I squinted at him and frowned. “Do you want to make yourself sick again? I saw you puke your brains out. I’d like it if you’d refrain from decorating my apartment with an explosion of Baskin-Robbins!”
Rook went silent. His lips pursed, his wild eyes narrowed—I should add he had some crazy long lashes. Like that guy in that show about the crazy mysterious island with the smoke monster. Yeah! Guyliner dude!
Anyway, he was about to say something. I could see the train of thought coming to the station. He took a breath, and then broke into a bright superhero grin, blaze of gleaming white against tawny skin.
“You’re sweet, Garth,” he said.
My ears felt hot. I flushed like a freak. At that moment, my feet became really interesting. He stepped past me, rummaged in the pantry for the Golden Grahams, and then poured them straight down his gullet. I spun around and ripped the box from his hand. Tiny squares of tasty goodness showered the floor.
“Hey!” he growled.
“Don’t ‘hey!’ me, bucko!” I snapped at him. “You don’t get to say sweet things to me, show your junk to me, or other sundry flirty things to get your way. You do not get to use my credit card in return for giving me a peep show. You do not get to raid my fridge just because you pay me a compliment. You do not get to waltz into my life and not explain a Goddamned thing to me! Why did you puke, then pass out? Why did you pass out when you saved me? More to the point, why do you goddamn flat fuck fall over all the time?”
Rook crossed his arms and pressed his lips into a thin line. “Will there be anything else you’d like to file with the Complaint Department?” He grinned. “Press one for ‘sit and spin’, and press two for ‘cry me a fucking river’.”
God, this man was absolutely incorrigible. If you can’t beat ’em….
I shook the box of Golden Grahams as a temptation. “Answer my questions, and I’ll show you where I hide the pretzel M&M’s.”
Rook gently took the box from me and shoved his hand into the crinkling plastic. He popped a handful of cereal in his mouth and crunched obnoxiously. “I freaking love the pretzel ones,” he mumbled.
I sat on the counter and watched him scarf down my beloved Golden Grahams. “Why did you puke?”
“That’s appetizing….” he said and scanned the fridge, choosing a bag of shredded cheese.
I pointed a finger and watched him pour the Colby-Jack from the bag into his mouth. “Are you like a gremlin? Can I not feed you after midnight?”
“And you don’t know what DeLoreans are,” he chided, then slurped caramel sauce from the jar.
“Hey. One ’80s reference at a time!” I scolded him. “Answer the question.”
Rook smirked as he popped the tab on a Sprite. “You know how every superhero has some ultimate super-secret power?”
“Yeah?” I said, leaning in eagerly.
“That’s mine,” he said and chugged the soda.
I didn’t get it. “…Puking?”
Rook coughed, and his hand clasped over his nose. Let it go down in the history books the moment I made Memphis Rook snarf on Sprite.
“No!” he gurgled, then coughed wetly. He snorted carbonation up his nose. “Raising the dead….” he said softly.
“Say what, now?” I blurted out. Not the smoothest of things to say at the moment. “But… you’re a fighter.”
His crazy eyes met mine. “You could say I’m a giver too.”
Man, my shoes were seriously interesting at that moment. Wow, never noticed that peculiar dapple of puce paint on the toe. The more I tried to make myself stop blushing like a freak, the worse I made it.
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Lex Chase is a journalist by day and a writer by night. Either way you slice it, she makes things up for a living. Her style of storytelling is action, adventure, and a dollop of steamy romance. She loves tales of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. She believes it’s never a party until something explodes in a magnificent fashion, be it a rolling fireball of a car or two guys screaming out their love for one another in the freezing rain.
Lex is a pop culture diva, an urbanite trapped in a country bumpkin’s body, and wouldn’t last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse. She has learned that when all else fails, hug the cat.
She is a Damned Yankee hailing from the frozen backwoods of Maine residing in the ‘burbs of Northwest Florida where it could be 80F and she’d have a sweatshirt on because she’s freezing.
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