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Title: Definitely, Maybe, Yours
Author: Lissa Reed
Publisher: Interlude Press
Cover Artist: Cover photography by LaToya Conward, Cover design by Buckeyegrrl Designs
Genre: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance
Seattle-based baker Craig Oliver leads a life that is happily routine: baking cupcakes for an enormous family reunion, managing Sucre Coeur for its frequently absent owner and closing out his day with a pint at the local pub. He has a kind heart, a knack for pastry and a weakness for damaged people.
Habitual playboy Alex Scheff is looking to drown his sorrows, but instead discovers that he may have a weakness for Englishmen who carry cookies in their pockets. Can a seemingly incompatible pair find the recipe for love in a relationship they claim is casual?
Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Lissa Reed, author of Definitely, Maybe, Yours.
Hi Lissa, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
Hi there yourself! I’m a Louisiana girl transplanted to Texas, where I currently live surrounded by cats, books, nail polish, yarn, and my ailing balcony garden – it’s a marvel I’m physically able to emerge from my house, you’d think I’d be trapped. I am a long-time writing enthusiast who got sidetracked for a while by music and dance, but I found my way back and decided that behind the keyboard churning out the love was where I belonged! Definitely, Maybe, Yours is a bit of a love letter to the city of Seattle, the manifestation of my love of baking, and the story of two very different fellows forging an unlikely but strong bond through cookies and affection.
Open up your recipe box! Give us something that would thrill us.
A few years ago I was part of a singing wench act that performed at Renaissance Faires in Texas, and we met frequently for rehearsals, as you do. Rehearsals went long so we all brought snacks and things, and one day I made a batch of lemon and white chocolate chip cookies—I mean I brought four dozen cookies to rehearsal, and between the five of us, we demolished them. And it was insisted that I bring them to all the Faires we went to after that, and we’d hand them out. We were the Drunken Damsels, so we called the cookies Damselcrack. And they are addictive, I promise.
Makes about four dozen cookies
2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp kosher salt
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 cup of unsalted butter (usually two sticks), softened
1 1/4 cups light brown sugar, packed
1/4 cup regular granulated sugar
2 large eggs
1 tsp lemon extract – or two…I like two overflowing teaspoons myself, but then, I like lemon!
1 bag white chocolate chips
Preheat your oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Whisk together the flour, the salt, and the baking soda in a bowl and set it aside.
Using an electric mixer and a second bowl, beat the butter and sugars at medium speed until they’re nice and fluffy, this can be 2-3 minutes. One at a time, beat in the eggs, then the lemon extract. Turn your mixer speed to low and slowly add the flour mixture. You only need to mix this until it is just combined, don’t overdo it! When it’s all combined, set aside the mixer and use a spatula or wooden spoon to fold in the chips by hand. And yes, use the whole bag. You heard me.
Drop the dough in rounded tablespoonfuls onto a baking sheet covered in parchment paper. They’ll spread, so space them apart a decent amount. Pop into the oven and bake for about 12-15 minutes, rotating the sheet about halfway through baking to ensure even browning and all. You want the cookies to come out of the oven golden-brown at the edges, but still a bit soft in the middle. Let them cool for about five minutes on the baking sheet, then move them over to a wire rack to finish cooling completely.
They’ll store well in an airtight container for about five days, but they won’t last that long, so don’t worry.
With a wink, Craig pulls a ten-dollar bill out of his left coat pocket and a carefully bagged almond and raspberry-lemon croissant, Katie’s all-time favorite baked good, out of the right. He passes them across the bar as if he’s James Bond—a very cheeky and cheery sort of 007. “You know I’ll always look out for you. Keep the change.”
Katie squeals and flops across the bar to squeeze him breathless, and her ponytail slaps him in the nose. She bounces off with her treat in hand and Craig shakes his head and pulls long black and red hairs from his face, as he does every time this happens. Katie really is his favorite bartender at The Order of the Garter, hell, his favorite bartender in Seattle and maybe even the world. Much too good to be working at a grotty little pub, fending off unsavory advances and spilled drinks four nights a week; that’s why Craig will bring her any bakery treat she wants, anytime she wants it, until she finally wises up and gets the hell out of this place.
Time for another sip of this excellent, excellent stout: Craig reaches forward. It’s a good Thursday.
Of course, that’s when it takes quite the sharp turn, leaving every Seattle-pub-Thursday Craig’s ever known in the dust.
“Well, aren’t you a hit with the ladies,” comes a surly drawl from his left, startling Craig just as he’s got his fingers around his glass. “Was that a croissant in your pocket, or were you actually happy to see her?”
“Both,” Craig replies, shifting around to lean on his elbow and survey the formerly silent pile of misery hunched over two stools down, the limp guy at the end of the bar Craig had spotted on his way in. He is not unconscious after all, much to Craig’s surprise; judging by the row of empty shot glasses upside down in front of him and the distinct aroma of tequila emanating a good four-foot radius from his person, he should be. Craig winces and turns away as the fumes burn his nose.
“Baked goods. That’s a new one. Never saw anyone use baking to hit on the ladies before.” Mr. Misery sways his head upright, pushes a wild flop of brown hair out of his eyes and swings around until he locates Craig. He blinks. “Does it work?”
Surprised by the color of the eyes meeting his—an unusual shade, gray, not blue-gray or blue, but the gray of a sky covered in early storm clouds—Craig answers without thinking. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t hit on girls. Katie’s my friend, not my type.”
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About the Author
Lissa Reed is a writer of fiction, blogs and bawdy Renaissance song parodies. She traces her first interest in becoming a writer to the fourth grade, when her teacher gave her the gift of her first composition book. A former newspaper editor, Reed shifted her focus to romance and literary fiction early in her writing career. She lives in the Dallas-Fort Worth area and is currently working on her new novel, Certainly, Possibly, You—the sequel to Definitely, Maybe, Yours.
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