Favorite Food Thursday – Jake Keenan’s Rib Fetish by Desiree Holt

Those of you who know me know I love ribs, so today Desiree Holt is sharing her character, Jake Keenan’s, Rib Fetish.

SONY DSC

SONY DSC

Jake Keenan, hero of Lassoed By a Dom, will do anything for ribs. Oh, wait. You thought because I said fetish and He’s a Dom he was going to…Holy cow! No, he just thinks they are the best food in the entire world. Jake has had ribs in nearly every state in the West but he’ll tell anyone who listens that Texas has far and away the very best ribs in the world. He loves that lip smacking goodness, the tang of the barbecue, the smoky flavor that clings to them.

“There’s nothing like them,” he always says.

He needs a heart meal at the end of his day. Jake is the head honcho for the bull breeding area of Reece Halliday’s ranch (you met Reece in Crack the Whip). He works hard as you can imagine and needs food that sticks to his, um, ribs! (Sorry, couldn’t resist!) And at well over six feet of pure muscle, you can imagine he can pack away a lot of Texas ribs.

Just like he believes the secret to making love, or playing with a sub is starting early and taking your time, he says the same things about ribs. Whether you use a grill or a smoker, he says to start at a low heat and make it last for a long time. Oh, wait! Is he talking about ribs here?

Take Jake’s advice and get yourself some barbecue ribs. And think of them while you’re eating them!

*****

Authentic Texas Ribs

Ingredients

2 American Pork Spare Rib Racks (approximately 3 1/3 lbs)

BBQ Sauce:
1 cup tomato sauce/ketchup
1 cup tinned crushed tomatoes, pureed
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 tsp Worcestershire sauce
1/2 tsp Tabasco sauce
1 lemon, zest and juice
2 oz cider vinegar
1 hot chili pepper, seeds removed and chopped finely
1/4 cup grated onion

Spice Rub:
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup paprika
1 tbls ground black pepper
1 1/2 tbls sea salt
1 tsp cayenne pepper, (add less if you want less heat)
2 tbls grated onion or 1 tbls onion powder
1/d tsp chili flakes

perf5.000x8.000.indd

Welcome to Rawhide, the exclusive BDSM cub north of San Antonio, Texas, where the ranchers and their friends come to play in carefully guarded anonymity. Ruled by a Dungeon Master extraordinaire, its well-vetted membership enjoys delights to please even the most experienced Dom and sub. Come on in. The evening is just about to start.

Blurb:

Just for an instant their gazes connected, then he was gone. Barrel racer Trish Barton wanted to find that mysterious man in black who in brief seconds pushed all her buttons. A born submissive, she saw herself on her knees before him, bound by the lasso he’d held in his hand.

Jake Keenan had never forgotten that one brief glimpse of he woman who set him on fire, a woman he’d give anything to Master. How could she have taken root in his dreams after that one brief glimpse?

Then Fate threw them together and gave them the opportunity to fully explore the Dom/sub relationship they craved. But Trish wasn’t yet ready to give up the rodeo circuit, much to Jake’s dismay. And then an emergency turned their lives upside down and showed both of them what’s really important.

Excerpt:

Like a paintbrush sweeping across her field of vision the image of a man blew into her mind. She’d only seen him once, at the rodeo in Oklahoma. She couldn’t seem to make herself look away. And seeing was probably the appropriate word because all she’d gotten was the one look at him. She was brushing Misty after the show and he’d walked into the barn. Something had made her turn at that exact moment and their eyes met. For a breathless second she thought he intended to speak to her. Then a group of friends swept into the barn, crowding her. He backed away and when she could look again he was gone. But the incredible impact of that one quick visual contact had never left her, the image of him etched in her mind.

The most idiotic part of it was this man, who had spent less than a minute in her life, had become the object of some very erotic dreams. No matter how much she tried to wipe away the memory, the nights when she was really tired as soon as she closed her eyes there he was, in his naked glory, the Master of her imagination. Sometimes when she awoke she was sure she could still feel the chafing in her wrists from handcuffs, the pressure of knots from the rope he’d tied her with or a soreness on the cheeks of her ass from his punishment. How crazy was that? Smiling to herself now she wondered if she could run an ad in the paper. Wanted: man in plaid shirt and blue jeans who almost got to talk to me.

Dumb, Trish. Really dumb.

Getting to this point in her rodeo career hadn’t been easy. Ever since her first contest in high school she had worked hard and sacrificed a lot. But she’d had a single-minded purpose and the support of her family. Now she nearly had it all. She was favored to win the title at the Nationals for the third time in a row, validating all she’d accomplished, and her family would be there to cheer her on. So why was it she suddenly felt unsettled. Out of sync. As if there was a hole in her life she’d just stepped into.

Maybe it was the fact that the Doms she spent time with at the private clubs at each stop lately weren’t answering her needs. Up to this point that was all she’d wanted or needed. For the first time since she’d discovered her submissive nature and her needs, everything was suddenly a little off the mark. Or it might be the two weeks she’d just spent hanging out at her friend CeCe’s ranch, taking a break from the circuit. Sitting on the wide porch, drinking iced tea and looking back on things, she’d begun to wonder if there was more to life than training and competing and taking her pleasure in small doses when she could.

She’d never worried about it before, never given a thought to having a man in her life for anything more than the here and now. But the reaching of her thirty-fifth birthday had made her stop and think. Take a good long look at who and what and where she was. Was a man what she was missing? She hoped not because fixing that wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded. For one thing, she’d seen too many women on the circuit meet a man, fall for him and then suddenly they were out of competition, giving up an exciting career. Why would they give up what they’d worked so hard for just because some man came along? Didn’t they have regrets? Even for a moment?

She wanted one that wouldn’t try to put a halter on her except when—

http://www.amazon.com/Lassoed-Dom-Rawhide-Book-7-ebook/dp/B00XQUGX2K/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1432472636&sr=1-1&keywords=Lassoed+BY+a+dom

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lassoed-by-a-dom-desiree-holt/1121945236?ean=2940151271608

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/lassoed-by-a-dom

Desiree thanks for sharing this recipe and your new release, Lassoed by a Dom.

 

 

 

Advertisements

5 thoughts on “Favorite Food Thursday – Jake Keenan’s Rib Fetish by Desiree Holt

  1. I’m a St. Louis girl, and yum yum RIBS! We know how to do BBQ in the Midwest, too! I’ve had a lot of BBQ in my new hometown, here in Colorado, but nothing compares to what we used to get back home. Funny how we all have our favorites!

    Good luck with your new release!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s