Welcome to Thirsty Thursday! Fiction Vixen is pleased to welcome our guest bartender, MV Ellis, today!
Thirsty Thursday With MV Ellis
What is mysterious and moody with a spicy kick, and surprisingly sweet undertones? Well, firstly, Arlo Jones, the broody and oh-so-alpha protagonist of my forthcoming novel, Catching London. Secondly, my favourite cocktail of all time, the Dark and Stormy. Both are a fiery treat for the senses, guaranteed to leave your tastebuds tickled in more ways than one, with just enough sugar to balance out the spice.
The unofficial national drink of Bermuda, the Dark and Stormy is a simple but sensual quencher, made with few ingredients – proof that together, some things just work. Often associated with sailors (a cool coincidence, given Arlo’s penchant for swearing like one), the success of this Caribbean treat depends on the quality of the rum and ginger beer used – get it right and it tastes like paradise in a glass.
Though a simple combination of tropical flavours, you can very easily add your own twist to this old school classic. My own take on it is to use a quality spiced rum and homemade ginger-beer with maximum heat, for a heady and heavenly taste sensation.
Try it for yourself at home, and I guarantee that as with Arlo, one taste is all you’ll need to be hooked for life.
50 mL dark rum
Ginger beer to taste
20mL lime juice
Lime wedge to garnish
Let’s make magic!
Combine rum and lime in a shaker and shake vigorously
Strain into a rocks glass and top with ginger beer to taste
Add ice and lime wedge to garnish
Enjoy your drink!
That’s all there is to it, lovers. Enjoy.
Check out Catching London by MV Ellis
He’s not looking to change his bad boy ways.
Arlo Jones is a badass millionaire rock star with the world at his feet. He lives the “sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll” lifestyle to the max, and believes in working hard and playing harder. He’s a man who always gets what he wants, especially when it comes to women. Until he meets London.
She’s a damaged dancer not looking to fall.
All London Llwellyn wants is to rebuild her life following the tragic car accident that robbed her of her fiancé, and ended her career as a professional ballet dancer. She’s working two jobs to scrape together the cash to set up her own studio, and reinvent herself as a photographer. The last thing she wants is to get involved.
Arlo promises to always be there to catch her, but can London trust him enough to let herself fall?
I’m immersed in my thoughts when I’m startled out of my reverie by someone grabbing me by the wrist and yanking me backward. Hard. I smack into solid muscle, and know straight away who it belongs to. That doesn’t stop me from screaming in shock—it all happens before my brain registers that I’m in safe hands.
“I. Said. Stay. Where. I. Can. See. You.” Anger drips from every word.
I quickly turn to face him, furious too.
“Arlo, are you fucking insane?” I hiss. “You scared me half to death, grabbing me like that. Did you really just walk off the stage in an arena full of screaming fans to tell me that?”
“Yeah, I did. So what?” The venom in his voice is palpable, as is the wild fury in his eyes.
“So, that’s nuts, is what. You can’t just do that. People are waiting for you.”
The crowd noise has morphed from an indistinguishable din into a distinct chant.
“Arlo! Arlo! Arlo!” over and over again.
“I can, and I did. I’ll do it again if you can’t follow a simple instruction. I don’t give a fuck. I asked you to do one thing for me this whole tour, and—”
“You asked me to do two things —lose the short shorts, and not to leave your sight. But look—neither of those things are in the contract, so I’m under no obligation. I’m a grown-ass woman, and you don’t get a say in what I do or what I wear, no matter how much you throw your weight around. You’re my client, not my keeper,” I add, for good measure.
“So that’s all I am to you, is it…?”
I roll my eyes. “Basically, yes.” Lie. Lie. Lie. “What else would you describe us as, Arlo? We’ve hooked up a bunch of times, and yes, the sex was great, but that’s all it was—mind-blowing sex. Now we’re here, and we’ve agreed to keep it strictly business. So yeah, I’m a contractor, you’re my client, we’re free agents, and you need to get back to your job and let me get on with mine, before we’re both in a lot of fucking trouble.”
At those words, Arlo drops my arm as though it’s red-hot, and begins pacing the hallway like a caged animal. I can tell he’s livid—I’ve seen him in a temper before, but this is something else. Clearly I know how to push his buttons, but this isn’t the response I was hoping for. I figured simply telling him to go back on stage wasn’t going to cut it. In fact, it probably would have prompted him to do exactly the opposite, but I thought my scorn would be enough to get his mind off me, and back to the concert in progress, and the thousands of people waiting to be entertained.
Clearly I misjudged the width of his stubborn streak. Internally I’m starting to freak out—surely the brown stuff is about to hit the fan in a major way if Arlo doesn’t get his ass back out there stat? Unfortunately, I’m now all out of ideas to make that happen.
The chanting in the arena is getting louder and more frenetic—“Arlo! Arlo! Arlo!”—and they’re clapping now too. It sounds like they’re going for blood. He’s a brave man—there’s no way I’d risk riling those women up like this.
I’m completely thrown off guard when he suddenly stops pacing, grabs my arms, and pulls them above my head, pushing me against the wall at the same time.
“Arlo, I think you should go—” I start.
His lips crash down on mine, stealing the rest of my protestation. Despite my reservations, my treacherous body yields to him immediately, and I kiss him back ferociously.
MV ELLIS knows what it’s like to fall head over heels in love with a badass musician. She followed her heart halfway around the world to be with one. She moved from London to Sydney after a steamy holiday romance with a sexy bass player in sultry Brazil.
Twelve years, two children and a dog later, and she’s still smitten. All this with a guy she sat next to on a bus for 36 hours! She has toured internationally as a ‘WAG’, and her experiences inspire her writing.
Ellis’ love of romance began when she was 11 years old, after a summer spent secretly reading her auntie’s books. She’s been a sucker for an alpha hero and strong heroine ever since.
An avid reader, Ellis always knew that she’d write a book of her own one day. She was right about that. Following a career spanning advertising, marketing, and social media, she finally wrote Catching London in 2017.
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