Please welcome my guest Kayelle Allen, who has no time to bake for Christmas this year, and has decided to rely on Betty Crocker for her chocolate cookie recipe. I can’t wait to try these. I have no time to spare, either!
Chocolate No Bake Cookies
2 cups sugar
1/4 cup butter
1/4 cup unsweetened dark baking cocoa
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup creamy peanut butter
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
4 cups granola
1. Line cookie sheet with foil. In 4-quart saucepan, heat sugar, butter, cocoa and milk to boiling over medium-high heat. Boil 2 minutes, stirring frequently; remove from heat. Stir in peanut butter and vanilla until smooth. Stir in granola until well combined.
2. Quickly drop granola mixture onto cookie sheet by heaping tablespoonfuls. Cool until set, about 30 minutes.
A Gift for You from Kayelle:
A Peek Inside A Romance for Christmas includes excerpts, information about the characters, the reason the book was written. It’s illustrated with original art. Everyone can download a free copy.
Peek inside the book: http://bit.ly/rom4cmaspeek
A Romance for Christmas by Kayelle Allen
A cop at the door on Christmas Eve brings an unexpected gift.
It’s Christmas Eve, and the end of a year in which everything Dara loves has been lost. Everything but her little girl and a fierce determination to survive. When a cop brings Christmas to her door, he brings another gift she never expected to get.
Dara was gaining strength daily, and would finish therapy the first week of January and return to work. Disability paid for the basics – lights, phone, water, trash collection, and she’d never bought anything on credit, refusing to dig herself into a hole she’d never escape once it got started.
She went to the closet and pulled down a box with a ball, crayons, paper, and three books. A friend had brought over a few things as well. This wasn’t the grand Christmas Dara had wanted for her daughter, but all the other valuables had been sold. There was nothing left but her wedding ring.
She didn’t wear it. Removing it had been part of saying good-bye to Jack.
They said it would help, and it had. Sort of. But not much.
Dara sank into one of the kitchen chairs and put her face in her hands.
Sometime later, when the doorbell rang, she grabbed a paper towel and dried her eyes. The clock over the stove said nine o’clock. Who would be calling at this hour on Christmas Eve? She stuffed the wet towel in her robe pocket on the way to the door.
Buy The Book:
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About the Author:
Kayelle Allen is a multi-published, award-winning author. Her unstoppable heroes and heroines include contemporary every day folk, role-playing immortal gamers, futuristic covert agents, and warriors who purr.
Website https://kayelleallen.com ~ Twitter http://twitter.com/kayelleallen