Just a taste of Maybe Forever – the Maybe… series

Just a taste of Maybe Forever – the Maybe… series

 

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Maybe Forever – Book 3 in the Maybe… Series by Kim Golden

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Excerpt from Maybe Forever
At some point I remember we lost our way. We could not remember which street would lead us back to our bed and breakfast. It was late and we’d had far too much chianti classico with our bistecca fiorentina. We ducked down alleys and side streets, looking for the entrance to the house but never finding it and that early spring night…when the air was so warm it felt like summer, though the Florentines were still bundled in down jackets… Mads gathered me in his arms in a deserted side street and kissed me so long and hard my knees buckled. I remember telling him how I wanted him to be the last man I ever made love to… and the smile that spread across his lips—so quick, so intense—made me fall even harder. His hands slid along my hips, gathering the folds of my skirt and spreading my legs with his thigh… I managed to stop him before we went too far… but I was so far gone, every fiber of me was attuned to this longing and wanted nothing more than for him to push me against a wall and lock my legs around him so he could take me… but I stopped him and laughed as I straightened my skirt and led him down one twisting street after another until we finally managed to find our little inn.
That night, we hung the “Do Not Disturb” sign on our door and we made love until our bodies were sore and too sensitive… and still we wanted more. I remember how we tried to be quiet whenever someone passed our room. I’d bite my lip and try to hold in the brazen longing, Mads buried his face in my neck as his fingers dug into my hips and held me still. The brass bed squeaked and groaned with each thrust… and all I knew was that my body screamed out to be touched and stroked and penetrated. His hair was longer then, and I remember how I raked my fingers through those red-gold strands and gripped him and we kept our eyes locked on one another… I came so hard, and a few minutes later so did he…and when afterwards I twined my arms around him and he was murmuring to me in Danish that being inside of me was like coming home, I had this sensation that something monumental had just happened… I wasn’t sure what, but I remembered how my body felt so attuned to Mads’s and how I almost felt like I could read his thoughts. My body was singing, I love you, I love every inch of you, I love you…and his body responded in kind.
Will love tear them apart...?

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Isn’t it time you visited Copenhagen?

Isn’t it time you visited Copenhagen?

Nyhavn in Copenhagen

Nyhavn in Copenhagen

One of my favourite places to go when I need a change of scenery is Copenhagen. Just an hour’s flight  away from Stockholm, it’s the perfect destination for a weekend trip–no layovers necessary. Of course, I’ve got a long-standing love affair with Copenhagen. It all started back in the summer of 1996, when I visited the city for the very first time. By then, I’d been living in Stockholm, Sweden–itself a beautiful city–for exactly a year. I loved Stockholm, but sometimes its pristine orderliness drove me insane. Things were almost too perfect. Copenhagen has a little of the same vibe, but it a more laidback way. Stockholm never really lets you see her with her hair down. Copenhagen doesn’t mind if you see her with smudged eyeliner and bedhead.

 

Yummy smørrebrød from Aamans. Photo credit: aamans.dk

Yummy smørrebrød from Aamans. Photo credit: aamans.dk

Craft beer and smørrebrød–yum!

So you’re probably wondering why you should visit Copenhagen, aside from the fact that it’s a beautiful city on the water full of beautiful people? Well, the beer and the food, of course. Copenhagen is home Carlsberg (probably the best beer in the world–or at least, that’s what they–meaning Carlsberg–say) and the world’s best open-faced sandwiches, which the Danes call smørrebrød.

For smørrebrød, there are tons of options, but many locals swear by Aamans. And while I am not a local, I can say I’ve enjoyed every smørrebrød I’ve ever had there. I love their blue cheese smørrebrød with plum gel, hazelnut creme, roasted hazelnuts and cress. I’m also a big fan of their herring sandwich and their braised pork breast sandwich. Just thinking about it is making me hungry.

Now, I know I mentioned Carlsberg, but when I am in Copenhagen, it’s not my beer of choice. No trip to Copenhagen is complete without stopping in either Nørrebro Brygghus on Ryesgade and trying the latest brews on tap or dipping into Mikkeller & Friends on Stefansgade and sampling their brews. I’m especially partial to their dark beers.

Now if you are more a pastry type, there are plenty of bakeries and cafés to duck into. For a classic Copenhagen experience, head over to Conditoriet La Glace, just off Strøget, and try the Karen von Blixen cake,  but get there early–it fills up quickly at the weekend.

The Little Mermaid. Photo credit: visitcopenhagen.com

The Little Mermaid. Photo credit: visitcopenhagen.com

More than just the Little Mermaid

Most tourists go to Copenhagen to see the Little Mermaid (or Lille Havsfrue as the Danes call her), but I’d suggest walking around the city and discovering it like a local. Most Danes seem pretty ambivalent about the Little Mermaid–they don’t really get all the fuss around her–I think the tourists streaming to the harbor to get a look at her is more amusing to them than anything else. I usually like going to Ny Carlsbergs Glyptoteket–an amazing collection of art and a fantastic café there, the Louisiana Museum of Modern Art in Humlebæk or the Copenhagen Jazz Festival in July. And you can always check out the local music scene at Kind of Blue on Ravnsborgsgade, where you’ll hear everything from spoken word to indie rock to jazz. If you’re traveling with kids, they usually go crazy for Tivoli Gardens amusement park. Ask your hotel if they can arrange discounted tickets as it can be pretty expensive, but you can also order your tickets online

Go mad at Madklubben

A lot of people will swear to you that you need to book a table at NOMA or some other expensive restaurant while you’re in Copenhagen. I think you should save your money for shopping (yes, there is amazing shopping there) and then eat at Madklubben Bistro-de-Luxe. The concept is great–delicious food that won’t kill your budget–and the service level is top-notch. The menu is seasonal and features local produce.  I’ve eaten here a few times and never been disappointed. It’s also quite nice that waitstaff are insanely attractive.

A place to lay your head

Screen Shot 2015-04-29 at 22.09.48If you’re like me and you like great location, comfortable beds, and good breakfast when you stay at a hotel, then follow my lead. My husband and I love staying at the Hotel Kong Arthur on Nørre Søgade. According to Tord, their lobby bar serves the best gin and tonics in the world. I am partial to their very comfortable spa room and the inner courtyard, which is a great place to have a drink or relax during the summer. In fact, I came up with the idea for my novel, Maybe Baby, while enjoying a summer drink in the courtyard. It’s in a great location–just a short walk from Norreport Station, which means you can get back and forth Kastrup Airport very easily with either the long-distance trains or the subway. It’s also near Torvehallerne, a fantastic food hall that is a great dining option if you want a light lunch and a bit of people-watching. If the Kong Arthur is fully booked, try their sister hotel, Ibsens Hotel. Both hotels share the inner courtyard, and there are three restaurants nearby (Sticks ‘n’ Sushi, Pintxos for yummy tapas or La Rocca for Italian cuisine). I’ve tried all three–they are popular with locals and tourists alike and I really enjoyed the meals I had there.

The perfect place to relax on a summer evening.

The perfect place to relax on a summer evening.

 

So now that you’ve got a few pointers, what are you waiting for? Isn’t it time you booked your trip to Copenhagen and found your own favourite spots?

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Jamie Oliver has helped me reach pie nirvana!

Jamie Oliver has helped me reach pie nirvana!

When I was a kid, all my mother had to do was say “pot pie” and I was absolutely ecstatic. I loved pot pies—chicken, beef, lamb, fish—if it was a pot pie, then I wanted it. Especially on chilly days when the warming goodness of a pot pie was like a slice of heaven in my belly. My mother only made pot pies during the autumn and the winter. Once spring came—even if it was still cold, pot pie season was over.

Now that I am an adult, I can eat pot pies whenever I want (and I do). But it took a while to find just the right recipe. The one my mom used, which was from an old Betty Crocker cookbook, was good, but it wasn’t perfect. Sometimes the filling felt too heavy and my attempts at finding the right blend of herbs didn’t always work.

Jamie Oliver, the man with the near-perfect pie.

Jamie Oliver, the man with the near-perfect pie.

Then one winter evening, I happened to be flipping through the channels and stumbled upon Jamie Oliver’s Christmas preparation program. The episode in question just happened to feature suggestions on what to do with leftover turkey. Which was perfect! We’d just celebrated Thanksgiving and we had two kilos of leftover turkey meat in our freezer. And what did he suggest?

Jamie's turkey & sweet leek pie. Photo credit: jamieoliver.com

Jamie’s turkey & sweet leek pie. Photo credit: jamieoliver.com

A pot pie!

Oh my heart soared. Turkey and sweet leek pie…I memorised everything!  His recipe called for leeks, which I also had at home. It also called for crème fraîche, which I didn’t have but I figured I could pick up the next day.

While I was at the grocery store, I decided to change the recipe a bit. I couldn’t find chestnuts, so I decided to leave them out. It’s not easy to find chestnuts here in Sweden–people don’t really seem to know what to do with them so stores only carry them for a very short period of time. And I thought adding bacon felt a little like overkill–I know, how could I say this? I love bacon! But it just didn’t feel like it would add much, so I skipped it. Instead, I added white wine, wild mushrooms and chopped kale to the pie filling. Tord made the pie crust and added sage and grated parmesan cheese to the dough.

We popped the pie in the oven and waited anxiously for it to finally be done. The pie needed around 40-45 minutes to get the perfect golden crust. And when it was ready….oh…that pie was wonderful.

My heavenly pie! Photo credit: Me!

My heavenly pie! Photo credit: Me!

I think I’ll be making this pie no matter the weather (well, maybe not during the summer–all I want to do then is barbecue chicken and beef). But I tell you–this pie is truly heavenly. And if you want to make your own version of it–just take Jamie’s recipe and–at the same time as you sauté the leeks–sauté the veggies you love and then add the turkey or chicken. Once you do that, add the white wine…don’t skip that step. So follow, Jamie’s recipe and tweak it  with your favourite little tidbits. You will reach pie nirvana too. 🙂

 

Sexiness & the Lumbersexual Man

Sexiness & the Lumbersexual Man

Over the years I’ve learned something about myself—I prefer a good-looking man who’s a little scruffy rather than one who’s groomed to within an inch of existence. The media has tooled a new name for these rough-and-tumble guys: Lumbersexual. Look around you–in nearly every major North American or European city, you’ll find him. The rough-around-the-edges who looks like he’d much rather be hanging out at a cabin in the woods than sitting in a microbrewery bar. He looks like your dream lumberjack–sexy without even trying, casual, comfortable like your favourite flannel shirt. And ou know he cleans up well if needs be.

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The Heir Apparent

Apparently, the heir apparent of Lumbersexual Men in Jake Gyllenhaal. He has a penchant for flannel shirts, jeans and workboots. He also looks good in a beard. And the beard is quite important for the Lumbersexual man–it can’t be too messy. It shouldn’t look like you expect to find a family of hibernating animals stuck in it. And there shouldn’t be any day-old food caught in those whiskers. Whenever Jake sports his Lumbersexual look, he looks clean…like fresh mountain air, like a spring water trickling over rocks… If you were lucky enough to hug him, he’d smell like balsam…or something equally outdoorsy and manly. He would not smell like he hadn’t bathed in weeks.

Tom Hardy is also another contender for the Lumbersexual Crown Prince. When he sports his beard and his pea coat, he looks like he could wrestle a bear and still not be too late to meet you for drinks at the Zetland Arms. This is very important–the Lumbersexual Guy would never leave you stranded at the pub.

Lumbersexual Essentials

Source: redwingheritage.com

Source: redwingheritage.comLumbersexual Essentials

If he’s mastered his beard, then we can focus on  your Lumbersexual guy’s attire. A plaid flannel work shirt or a Nordic sweater is always a good start. Lumbersexuals don’t like being cold. They like their jackets fleece…or PrimaLoft or some other functional material that looks smart and is smart. The North Face, Lands End, Timberland…Eastern Mountain Sports? No need for haute couture when your Lumbersexual hunk probably has everything he needs in his closet.  For shoes, classic, comfortable yet still stylish is always a safe bet. A pair of Red Wing Classic Mocs should do the trick. Spotted on Lumbersexuals in Stockholm and Copenhagen, these sturdy, studly boots work with jeans, corduroys and wool trousers.

Screen Shot 2015-02-22 at 22.32.32A good backpack is also essential. Ryan Gosling, another Lumbersexual god, is never far from his favourite backpack. Don’t make the mistake of letting it look too new. It should look worn-in, scuffed, scruffy–just like your guy. What should he have in his backpack? Some Lumbersexuals tote around their MacBook Air or a dog-eared copy of their favourite novel. Swedish Lumbersexuals seem to always have computers with them. A few of the American Lumbersexuals I’ve met have a penchant for Moleskine notebooks and nice pens. Not bad. I like a thinking man. A man who’s a bookworm. A man who likes to write down his thoughts.  My ideal Lumbersexual would always have a bottle of Canadian maple syrup in his backpack. That brunch place he recommended may only serve pancake syrup with artificially flavoured maple syrup. You never known when you might need maple syrup. But of course the ideal Lumbersexual would never take you to a place that didn’t serve proper maple syrup.

Lucky Me

As I write this, I realise I am already married to a Lumbersexual. He doesn’t like wearing suits. His hair is cut short and always a bit messy (just like I like it). And nearly everything in his wardrobe comes from an outdoor lifestyle shop. He likes hiking in the Swedish fells and owns more fleece jackets than one needs in a lifetime. All of his shoes are made of Gore-Tex (with the exception of one pair of leather dress shoes I made him buy to wear to a friend’s wedding). The only thing missing is the beard. His beard grows in too patchy, so he settles for razor-stubble and it looks good on him.

I hope this Lumbersexual fad lasts for a while. As much as I like David Beckham or Cristiano Ronaldo, they’re both a tad bit too polished, too waxed.  Give me the rough-and-tumble guy any day. He’s not afraid to get dirty…and he’s sexy as all get-out.

So tell me…who’s your favourite lumbersexual?

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