Anything You Want-- Excerpt & Apple Pie!

 The "warning" for Anything You Want reads: Contains two people who don’t like each other very much, a Toyota that can’t quite handle the road trip home, and a spontaneous proposal. Or two. Or three. And foreplay with—what else—pie filling. 

So, of course, I thought I should share a little bit of the pie filling scene :)  And at the bottom is a great recipe using apple pie filling!  (it's not pie, but Apple Enchiladas are so good... and easier :))

Excerpt:

“Come on, Marc. If we’re gonna fight, then fight with me!”

“I don’t want to fight with you,” he muttered.

The muttering drove her crazier than any yelling might have done. “Well, I want to fight with you!” And she did. She had so many pent up emotions, so many frustrations and it seemed that many, if not all, stemmed from this man. She wanted to let loose with…something. And Marc was the closest target.

Marc, who was simply rolling out piecrusts and muttering at her.

That wasn’t going to fly. If he didn’t want to fight with her now, he soon would.

She reached out and grabbed the closest thing, a can of apple pie filling. She scooped out a handful and flung it at him, hitting him directly in the center of the chest.

He froze, the rolling pin gripped in his hands.

When he didn’t react further than that, she took another handful and threw it. It hit him on the front of his right shoulder.

He put the rolling pin down and finally looked up her. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “That’s how you want to do this?”

Her heart was pounding and she was sure it was from anger. It had to be anger.

But as more and more of his chest was revealed she knew that lie wasn’t going to make it much further. He shrugged out of the shirt entirely a moment later and her heart rate kicked into high gear.

Wow. He was muscled and broad, skin tanned with light hair gracing his pecs and stomach. She wanted to touch it. All of it. With her tongue.

This was bad.

He started toward her. She backed up. “How I want to do what?”

“Get me naked.”

“I…don’t…” But she couldn’t quite get the lie out. She did want him naked. Bad.

“All you had to do was ask, Seattle. And take your own clothes off.” He removed the apron and tossed in on the counter.

“I am not taking my clothes off.” But she wasn’t about to dissuade him from removing his.

“I’m okay with taking them off for you.”

She backed up further as he reached out and scooped up a handful of cherry pie filling. She was aware that she was running out of space to retreat. And it ticked her off that she was retreating anyway.

She switched direction and moved around the edge of the kitchen island, pie ingredients once more between them. She scooped up a handful of peach pie filling and threw it at him, attempting to keep him from stalking her.

It landed on his stomach and quickly slid down over the fly of his jeans.

The prominent fly of his jeans.

Well, that was going to make all of this especially hard to ignore. She winced at even thinking the word hard.

Marc was turned on. It wasn’t just her heart racing, her skin tingling, her clothes feeling restrictive.

He stopped moving, but his eyes stayed on her as his hands went to his belt buckle. Her eyes widened as he undid his belt, unbuttoned his fly and unzipped.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“You’re messing up my clothes.”

“I’ll mess up more than that.” She picked up an egg and chucked it at him.

He ducked in time to send the egg into the wall behind him. He didn’t even glance at it as he started toward her again.

She grabbed another egg, this one hitting him on the thigh.

He rounded the corner of the island and she had to catch herself as she slipped in pie filling that had dripped from his shirt. She grabbed the edge of the island, her eyes landing on the rolling pin.

“I’ve been throwing soft stuff until now but I swear—” She raised the rolling pin and turned toward him.

Marc caught her wrist, the rolling pin above his head. “My turn.”

He walked her backward until her back was against the wall. He pressed her arm over her head against the wall and took the rolling pin from her now slack grip. His whole body crowded against her, his thighs pressing into hers, his chest centimeters from the rapid rise and fall of her breasts as she struggled to breathe.

 

Apple Enchiladas

Ingredients

• 1 (21 ounce) can apple pie filling
• 6 (8 inch) flour tortillas
• 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
• 1/2 cup butter
• 1/2 cup white sugar
• 1/2 cup brown sugar
• 1/2 cup water

Directions

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease a 2 quart baking dish.
2. Spoon about one heaping quarter cup of pie filling evenly down the center of each tortilla. Sprinkle with cinnamon; roll up, tucking in edges; and place seam side down in prepared dish.
3. In a medium saucepan over medium heat, combine butter, white sugar, brown sugar and water. Bring to a boil, stirring constantly; reduce heat and simmer 3 minutes. Pour sauce over enchiladas and let stand 30 minutes.
4. Bake in preheated oven 20 minutes, or until golden.