Welcome to Thirsty Thursday! Fiction Vixen is pleased to welcome our guest bartender, Evie Bliss, today!
Thirsty Thursday With Evie Bliss
The drink I’m fixing you this evening plays a matchmaking part in my book, ‘The S’expert’, which is set in a bar on a Thursday evening. (Fitting, huh? I couldn’t have planned it better if I’d tried!)
This drink is the very beverage that the book’s smoking-hot s’expert of the title decides to buy for the lovely and very smart Mandy.
There are several things this drink has going for it. Firstly, it’s impossible to stuff up and even the most inept barperson (like me – ha ha) won’t get it wrong. The drink is uncommon but not highbrow; girlie but not prissy. And no matter how many you’ve downed, you won’t forget the recipe – always a plus when you’re having a big night.
Tangy and wild, but with ingredients that are easy to come by, it’s the ever popular Vodka and Cranberry Juice. From the early 1960s onwards, its official name has been the Cape Cod (or Cape Codder), bit its real history dates back 20 years earlier to 1945 when it was conceived by a cranberry growers’ co-op, who dubbed it the “Red Devil”.
VC, CC or RD – no matter what you call it, the tangy taste and striking color make it a drink that’s hard to miss. I’m in agreement with the hero in The S’expert when he states it suits a modern woman:
“Vodka because it’s a clear strong spirit, completely see-through, that doesn’t waste any time getting straight into your bloodstream and hitting you with a bang. And cranberry juice because it’s sharp, extremely sweet, but has just the right amount of tart to make it interesting. Sweet and sour. Fructose and acid. Kissing you even while it’s kicking you in the guts.”
My favorite recipe: In a chilled glass half filled with ice, mix vodka and cranberry juice in a ratio of 1 part vodka to 3 parts cranberry. Top with a slice of lime, find your own s’expert and enjoy the evening! Cheers! And may your Thursday night be as excitingly satisfying as the one Mandy encounters in The S’expert!
Check out The S’expert by Evie Bliss
A steaming-hot night of no-strings-attached sex! Is that too much to ask?
Mandy needs a night of mindless, high-octane, horizontal heat. But one can’t escape one’s inner nature – or in Mandy’s case her high IQ. Drawn to brains as well as brawn, Mandy searches for that elusive package that contains both an intellect to match her own, and an appetite for steamy abandon that’s downright indecent.
The S’expert is a detailed, dirty-talking, cerebral sexcapade of a relationship on the cusp of creation. Fall in love with Mandy as she falls head over heels for ‘The S’expert’, in an astoundingly-erotic, brain-feeding, life-affirming literary spectacle.
“Why? Why is it any more crazy than anything else? We follow all these stupid rules and conventions and rituals, and in the end we’re still alone. Why not just cut to the chase. Take a chance. Walk off that high diving board and plunge into the water below.”
I was at a loss for words. I smiled and hesitated, caught between desire and fear. Why was I scared? Because I liked him? Because he actually did seem like a worthy adversary? Because I was having fun and I didn’t want to jeopardize the fun ending? Or maybe because I could find a lay anywhere, but a mind to converse with – that’s a rarer commodity; a far harder thing to contemplate losing.
After a few seconds he filled the silence. “Come on, Transference. Money where your mouth is. Walk out that door with me.”
“Where to exactly?”
“A change of scenery. Another bar if you really want to. Or my place if you’re game. Come home with me. You’d don’t have to commit to anything. If we end up doing the horizontal tango, great. If we end up just talking, that’s fine too. Or having a coffee. But bugger it, let’s take a chance. Buy the ticket. Take the ride. See what happens.” He looked deep in my eyes. “You never know, Transference, I might have exactly what you want. And surely your lesbian cat will have cooked his own dinner by now.”
Ignoring the fact that a lesbian cat can hardly be a ‘he’, I winked and said, “Well I guess it’s still early. If it doesn’t pan out, you can always drop me back here and I’ll find someone who’ll do the job properly.”
He smiled at my allusion to us having sex. “If it doesn’t pan out? Listen, Freud, if I do you, you’ll be done properly. I’m well versed in properly. I’d rewrite your whole definition of properly.”
“You sound pretty confident.”
“I haven’t had any complaints.”
“We girls rarely complain to you guys; we tend to complain to our girlfriends.”
He smiled. “Well, nothing to lose, then. Worst case scenario you’ll have a great yarn to tell ‘the girls’. If I’m a dud, you can all have a good laugh at my expense.”
His eyes never left mine as I contemplated my choices. The safe, sure, enthusiasm of his voice warmed me. What did I have to lose? Wavering internally, two words slowly formed in my mind: fuck it. Why not wield the power of the free, the luxury of the unattached, the madness of the spontaneous decision? I didn’t know him; I didn’t have to see him ever again. An anonymous one night stand from someone who, if nothing else, sounded interesting. Why not throw caution to the wind and jump into that stream? What does it matter if it’s only evolution’s urge to procreate? It feels good! It’s nice to be chatted up, lavished with attention, made to feel special in the light-headed dangerous dance of courtship. I succumbed. I decided. I would open and blossom and fold into the maleness of this man, and see what happened.
In an old house close enough to walk to the Pacific Ocean in coastal Australia, Evie Bliss writes sumptuously descriptive, insightful stories that are a little cooky, a little cerebral and a whole lot of sexy.
Evie believes in intelligent erotic romance; fresh, lush tales that contain thoughtful perception coupled with scorching-hot steam. So if you’re a high-IQ reader who enjoys ‘semi-literary’ erotic romance; if you’re not afraid of a metaphor and like to feed your mind as well as body, you’ll love the world of Evie Bliss.
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