Welcome to Thirsty Thursday! Fiction Vixen is pleased to welcome our guest bartender, Jaine Diamond, today!
Jaine Diamond is serving up Mexican Coffee today
Happy Thirsty Thursday!
This recipe is for a modified Mexican Coffee. This drink makes an appearance in my rockstar romance book Dirty Like Brody, when Maggie interrupts an intimate moment between Brody and Jessa… but luckily, she comes bearing a tasty drink, so they forgive her!
I first discovered this type of Mexican Coffee (a hot, coffee-based cocktail) at a Mexican restaurant years ago, here in Vancouver, where I live—and where the characters featured in this book are from.
In the scene in the book, one of the guys in the band has brought a ton of tequila to a party, and Katie, a former barista (who happens to hate tequila) decides to get creative. It’s chilly out (being January), so she gets out the coffee, and voila, Mexican Coffee a la Katie is born!
(I also used to be a bartender in a former life, so I’m glad to get a chance to be creative with this!)
*use a large coffee mug or cocktail glass—a brandy snifter, as Katie uses in the book, is awesome, if you have it
*prep sugar for the rim: sprinkle a fine layer of sugar mixed with a dash of cinnamon on a small saucer
*sugar the rim of the mug/glass—this works best if you use a wedge of lemon, cut a little slit into it, and run the wedge around the rim of the glass to get it sticky-wet, then press the rim into your sugar-cinnamon mixture
*pour in ½ oz tequila
*pour in ½ oz Kahlua (or coffee liqueur of your choice)
*pour in ½ oz dark chocolate liqueur
*top up with approx. 1 cup STRONG coffee, OR 1 shot espresso, topped up with hot water (in the book, Katie uses espresso)
*top the coffee with whipped cream (in the book, Katie uses whipped cream; traditionally, I believe vanilla ice cream is used, so if you want to try this, use a small scoop of ice cream, preferably softened a bit first)
*sprinkle with cinnamon
Check out Dirty Like Brody by Jaine Diamond
He was all she ever wanted. Then she broke his heart…
As longtime manager of Dirty, the hottest rock band on the planet, gorgeous and brooding Brody Mason has had his share of beautiful women. Yet the only one he’s ever wanted is the one he never had—the one who tore his heart out.
Beautiful and elusive Jessa Mayes appears to have it all. Talent, money, and a glamorous life. But she also has a secret. Six years ago, she ran away—from her dream career as a songwriter with Dirty, and the only man she’s ever loved—without telling anyone why.
Now Jessa’s doing the one thing she swore she’d never do. She’s coming home—to be a bridesmaid in her brother’s rock star wedding… and face the mistakes of her past.
It won’t be easy.
Love this intense never is.
“Brody,” I breathed.
Then I more or less went into shock. Because he was right there. In jeans and a black leather jacket, his dark eyebrows furled as he stared me down, rain droplets dripping from his soft brown hair and his full lips… the smoldering, overcast sky casting shadows in his eyes… looking just like he used to look, only… better.
“You’re late,” he said, his voice flat. He took a few steps toward me, then stopped, his gaze flicking down to my breasts. “Is that my shirt?”
I glanced down.
It was an old Led Zeppelin tour T-shirt. It said United States of America 1977 and had a rockin’ angel on it, a naked dude with outstretched wings. It wasn’t the kind of T-shirt you paid too much money for in some hipster boutique because it looked old and distressed. It was old. It was large on me to begin with and was now so stretched out I tied it above one hip to make it fit. The neck fell off one shoulder. It was worn to hell and had a few holes.
And yes, it was his.
I’d picked it up off his bedroom floor one sketchy morning when I was eighteen, and never gave it back. He’d never asked for it back. And even if he wanted it back after I’d worn the hell out of it, I wasn’t giving it back.
It was a piece of him. The only piece I had.
“No,” I lied, pulling my jacket shut. Butterflies skittered in my stomach as he reached past me, scooping my bags off the cart.
“Had a shirt just like that. Disappeared around the time you did.”
His blue eyes met mine and I felt the almost-electric jolt all the way down my spine. I felt it between my legs.
I still felt it.
That same thing… that thing that should’ve died with all the years and all the miles between us… all the silence… all the time I’d wasted trying like hell to fight it, to deny it, to just plain numb it out. Coiling fast, hot and tight at the base of my spine… in my lungs, at the back of my throat, every cell of my body catching fire… as every nerve, every fiber lit up in protest of every second we’d been apart.
It was exactly the same. Only… worse.
It was more.
That crazy, irresistible pull I’d felt around him back then had only grown stronger.
His eyes darkened as his pupils dilated… and I knew he felt it, too. Then his gaze dropped to my lips. He breathed in, his nostrils flaring. His jaw clenched.
Then he turned and walked away. With my bags.
Oh my God.
I just stood there, watching him go, the air between us stretching thinner and thinner the farther he got, until I couldn’t breathe. At all.
I allowed myself two-point-five seconds to freak out. Then I forced some air, shuddering, into my lungs.
Then I went after him.
Jaine Diamond is the author of the Dirty contemporary rockstar romance series, and the DEEP erotic military romance series. She is fond of writing the love stories of built and badass men endowed with massive hearts, and strong, complex women she’d love to have a cocktail with.
She lives in beautiful Vancouver, Canada with her real-life romantic hero (Mr. Diamond) and their little girl, where she reads, writes, and drinks copious amounts of tea.
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