My guest today is Heather Hiestand, author of the popular Redcakes series.
Great to be here, Anna. One commenter will win a download from Amazon or Barnes & Noble of Marquess of Cake, Redcakes’ #1!
My poor, tragic heroine, Matilda Redcake. The heroine of Redcakes #6, Wedding Matilda, has had small parts in most of the previous books in this series, mostly as a cautionary tale! In the 1880s, it wasn’t done to have an out of wedlock child. Matilda has been paying for her mistakes ever since, and has done well for herself despite them, thanks to her own brains and a supportive family, but the poor dear has her faults, as illustrated in this passage.
“Matilda picked up her glass bowl of the beautiful raspberry cranachan, then took a round spoonful of the creamy oats layered with cheese, cream, and preserved fruit. Her eyes closed involuntarily at the taste of so much rich goodness. Yes, she should have had a bowl of the navy bean soup first, but as usual, she’d wanted to go right to the best part and skip the preliminaries.”
Going right to the best part is what caused Matilda to have that baby in the first place! Needless to say, her impulsiveness will play a role in her relationship with Ewan Hales, the hero I found for her. Both of these characters have been waiting a long time for their happy ending and I think I did them justice. I hope readers enjoy Wedding Matilda, whether they are starting the Redcakes series here or are long-time fans.
In honor of Matilda, here is a super-quick and probably very American version of the dish she eats in the book. I just had a bowl of it myself and it is delicious.
- 5 tbl rolled oats
2 tsp vanilla or whiskey
Honey (to taste)
8 oz Cool Whip, any variety
12 oz raspberries
Toast rolled oats on the stove in a dry pan until lightly browned, about four minutes. Fold the vanilla or whiskey into the Cool Whip. Layer just under half of the raspberries into four serving dishes, then cover with just under half of the Cool Whip mixture. Sprinkle rolled oats over the top, then repeat. Top with the last little bit of Cool Whip, one raspberry, then drizzle honey over the top. Voila! One easy but very delicious dessert.
How do you feel about single mother romances? Do you enjoy kids in romance stories? Should they be seen or heard or mostly off stage? What are some of the things that make it harder for single moms to find love?
Sugared violets, buttercream…but he craves her kiss most of all…
Orphaned as a boy, Ewan Hales is proud to make his living as secretary to the manager at Redcake’s Tea Shop. But the startling news that he’s heir to the Earl of Fitzwalter changes everything. While tendering his resignation to lovely Matilda Redcake, however, Ewan is struck by her spirit, the luscious bow of her lips—and a realization. Matilda might not marry a working man—but will she wed a future nobleman?
Ewan’s unruly hair and roguish kisses are tempting, but Matilda has far too many problems to consider romance. With sabotage at a cake factory threatening the family empire, she must focus her considerable willpower on keeping Redcake’s from ruin—until she learns that her young son has been kidnapped. Together, she and Ewan must uncover the truth before they can savor the sweet freedom of love…
Matilda knew Mr. Hales was the spider at the center of a web of information about Redcake’s.
The man himself had his back to her, one finger on a row of figures in an open ledger and the other on a typewriter key. She had no idea how to operate such a machine, but it did make reports easier to read, so she had insisted that her own secretary, her cousin Greggory Redcake, learn to operate one.
“Mr. Hales?” she inquired.
The finger went up in the air in a request for silence. Her eyebrows lifted. When had the man become so imperious? He probably thought she was a cakie, the Redcake’s name for waitresses. Still, she’d have expected him to be more charming. Her sister Alys said he was notorious for relationships among Redcake’s female employees, having worked his way through accounting, the Fancy, and the bakery staff.
His finger moved down the row of neatly printed numbers in the ledger. The keys clicked a few times. A pause. He turned a page in the ledger and repeated the sequence.
“Mr. Hales,” she tried again.
His fingers stopped moving, pinched around the page he was turning. His back stiffened as he slowly resumed his page turn. His other hand left the keys and he swiveled his chair around.
He remained cold. No little bow, no small obsequious smile, as she had seen from him in the past. His hair had been mussed, she now realized.
Didn’t he recognize her? “I’m Matilda Redcake.”
Her announcement brought no change in his demeanor. “I know who you are, Miss Redcake.”
Heather Hiestand was born in Illinois, but her family migrated west before she started school. Since then she has claimed Washington State as home, except for a few years in California. She wrote her first story at age seven and went on to major in creative writing at the University of Washington. Her first published fiction was a mystery short story, but since then it has been all about the many flavors of romance. Heather’s first published romance short story was set in the Victorian period, and she continues to return, fascinated by the rapid changes of the nineteenth century. The author of many novels, novellas, and short stories, she has achieved best-seller status at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. With her husband and son, she makes her home in a small town and supposedly works out of her tiny office, though she mostly writes in her easy chair in the living room.
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