Here, on silver and gold plates, and even in brown wooden bowls, are strawberries dipped in chocolate, carrot cake, brownies, creme brulée, banana pudding, tiramisu, cheesecake, red velvet cake, chocolate chip cookies, and pecan pie whose sweet nuttiness Emmy can actually smell (an excerpt from chapter 19 of The Last King)
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She steps to the table that the others are already gathered around. Here, on silver and gold plates, and even in brown wooden bowls, are strawberries dipped in chocolate, carrot cake, brownies, creme brulée, banana pudding, tiramisu, cheesecake, red velvet cake, chocolate chip cookies, and pecan pie whose sweet nuttiness Emmy can actually smell.
“Yes, these are the desserts you will already know,” Nabil says. “But what of these? This is baklava, and that is bibingka, and this is thong yad, and this is kashata na nazi—”
“The kashata looks like coconut,” Shelby enthuses.
“It is—coconut candy from Uganda.”
He smiles, now taking great pleasure in telling them the names of the unidentifiable dishes. “But now tell me, has anyone ever had stewed quince or fatias tomar? No? How about honey cake? You will today. And you’ll like the chin chin and the mosa and the—well, grab a plate, each of you. Go on, go on. Ah, look. These over here you know well. We’ve just given them a little twist. See! Here are s’more cakes in a jar, and bacon dipped in chocolate and—no, don’t frown, Shelby. It’s a creation. Ah, here is orange gingerbread with a cream cheese frosting on top, and chocolate chip kalhua cupcakes, and pear pie—yes, pear pie—and oatmeal cookies topped with peanut butter and—”
“Why is there bread out here?” Sean asks. “It’s not dessert.”
“Bread,” Nabil contends, “goes just as well with dessert as with a meal, I say. And this bread, ah, this bread you will love. Well, go on then! My cooks haven’t made all of this for nothing!”
There is enough food on the table for fifty guests, and here they are, only six people, including Shelby, who claims she is on a diet at the moment.
But her right hand is already reaching for something topped with yellow-colored cream and soon, she too has grabbed a plate.
To read more, click here, and start at chapter 16 of episode #4.
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Some notes about the HOST OF YAMINATODAY.COM – A. Yamina Collins
A. Yamina Collins is the author of the fantasy/romance novel The Last King, A modern-day love story about a young woman innocently caught in a war between two age-old nemesis: God, and immortal beings whose ancestors ate from the Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden.
has already been in Amazon’s Top 100 Bestseller’s list in Fantasy, Sciencefiction, Women’s Fiction Literature and Christian Women’s Literature.
THE LAST KING BOOK SYNOPSIS:
Twenty-eight year Emmy Hughes has never quite fit in—she’s six feet tall, dark-skinned, and daydreams of being Galadriel from Lord of the Rings. But when she is badly injured in a car accident that kills her mother, Emmy does not dream of fantastical worlds anymore—she just wants her shattered life to be normal again.
Unfortunately, normalcy is the last thing in store for her once she meets Lake George’s newest arrival, Dr. Gilead Knightly. Granted immortality from a line of people whose Great Ancestor marched into the Garden of Eden and ate from the Tree of Life, Gilead has been alive for centuries and has met everyone from Nubian kings to Napoleon.
But Gilead and his eccentric family are also hunted beings because God considers the Edenites’ possession of immortality to be theft. And for thousands of years He has dealt with their transgression by sending each of them a “Glitch” —an unsuspecting human meant to retrieve this stolen “property” of immortality and kill them off.
When Emmy discovers that she is Gilead’s Glitch, she is not only thrown into a world of immortals who eat bone marrow, panthers who read minds, and a family whose blood is made of pulsing gold, but she finds herself the target of Gilead’s vengeance: he must get rid of her before she gets rid of him.
Easier said than done. Because Glitches are not only an Edenite’s greatest threat—they’re also their greatest love.