Liz Baker's Paranormal World

Killer Intentions & Peach Smash

2011-09-17T13:24:00.005-04:00

After my battle with Cole McIntosh--the damned Wendigo--Chad and I took off to Tybee Island, the beach outside of Savannah, GA. I only wish it was for a little vacation of sun, surf, and relaxation.

With a tip from Amelia--the gypsy ancestor who had possessed me--we've gone in search of my vampire birth-father, Gregory. However, why not visit my sister and handsome nephews while enjoying the gorgeous beach and all that sunshine? Gregory can only come out at night, after all.

More to come when the third book in the Liz Baker series, Killer Intentions, releases in December 2011!

While you're waiting, here's an easy peach drink recipe from your favorite Georgia Peach. :)

PEACH SMASH

2 ripe, unpeeled peaches cut into chunks
1 cup of frozen pineapple concentrate
3/4 cup light rum

Combine ingredients in blender. Add ice and blend to desired consistency, adding more ice as needed. Serve immediately.

Liz Baker

Where, oh where is my creator?

2011-06-07T19:57:00.000-04:00

Hey everyone. Liz here! Long time no blog post. Oops! Unfortunately, as a fictional character my blog entries are dictated by the amount of time my creator has to put into them. If it were up to me I'd never post on this dang thing. Christie tells me I should have a blog, but I just don't see the point. I'd rather be slinging drinks at the bar, or dealing with a drunk that gets a bit too handsy.

Whatever!

Anyway, my beloved creator, Christie Silvers, has been so busy since those rugrats of hers got out of school for summer break that she's doing the best she can. That doesn't mean I'm happy about sitting on the sidelines waiting for a moment of her time, actually I hate it, but what can ya do? I'll keep pestering her dreams until she tells the tale of my trip to Savannah, Georgia. After that Christie says there will be a freebie short story involving myself and one of my wacky neighbors. I think she makes a sneaky appearance after I get home from Savannah, too. Should be fun.

In the meantime, here's a new drink recipe to share for this steamy, hot Georgia summer. It's so hot I wish Marcus was still alive to cool me down with his freezing vampire flesh.

Coco-Nana Coloda

2 Ripe bananas, peeled, quartered and frozen

1 cup crushed pineapple in juice

3 ounces coconut rum

1 cup cream of coconut, canned

1 lime, halved

Place bananas and pineapple in blender, puree until smooth. Add rum, cream of coconut, 2 cups ice cubes and juice of half lime. Blend until smooth. Pour into coloda glasses ad garnish with lime slices and toasted coconut (optional).

This is one of Christie's favorite summertime drinks. She has me make it every time she comes for a visit! We hope you enjoy it just as much. :)

Liz Baker

Back from a trip to hell.

2010-12-01T21:38:00.000-05:00

Yeah, yeah, I took a trip to Atlanta. Jim had more paperwork pertaining to Adele's estate and...

Well, let's just say that I won't be going back there anytime soon.

I haven't even been home a week and Rick and Chad are already at it. Or should I say, at me. I love them both, and I know Chad's right about getting everything out in the open, but damn it's hard to look Rick in the eye and know all of this will break his heart.

And to beat it all, the damn cold weather is moving into the area and I hate it. All I want to do is curl up under the covers in my dungeon, ignore Tara's bitchy attitude, and have a set of big, strong arms wrapped around me. Unfortunately, this is one of the busiest times of the year at the bar. I guess everyone else needs a way to warm up too.

Maybe I need to take a cruise or hit a warm, tropical beach. Without me. Alone!

Liz Baker

Dead vampires & nightmares.

2010-09-11T19:54:00.000-04:00

Normally I wouldn't take a Saturday night off at the bar, but it has been raining most of the day and Tremmel Crossing tends to shut down when that happens. There will probably be a trickle of drinkers here and there, but nothing Susan and the other barmaid (what was her name again?) can't take care of herself.

After the shitty sleep I got last night, I didn't feel like standing behind the bar just waiting for an order here and an order there. Hell, we probably waste more electricity than we make in bar sales on nights like this. What ever. I'm curled up here at home, in my dungeon of a bedroom, with Tara the cat curled up and purring beside me on the bed.

Marcus bombarded my dreams last night. It's been a couple of weeks since I killed him and he can't seem to leave me alone ever since. It took ever ounce of strength I could muster to break out of his lust-filled hold on me long enough to stake him. Yet, every time he visits my dreams I feel that same powerful pull to him. My stomach flip-flops, goosebumps cover the length of my body, and a shiver runs down my spine straight to the core of my sole.

I'm pathetic. I know. It disgusts me and my inner bitch...especially my inner bitch. But what am I suppose to do about dreams? I still haven't figured out if it's just my subconscious working through the new world around me, or Marcus really trying to communicate with me from the afterlife. Nonetheless, these dreams prevent me from getting restful sleep and I often wake up screaming and in tears. And Rick wonders why I've stopped letting him sleep over.

Killing vampires isn't nearly as rewarding as I expected when they're your ex-lover and haunt your dreams afterward.

Come to think of it, I'm going to call Chad. He has been a great listener when it comes to all of this Marcus mess. Rick might have been abducted by Marcus, but he just wasn't there in the end like Chad. Something stronger than friendship is between Chad and me now. I'm just not sure what that something is yet.

Liz Baker

I'm sick of Pink Nipples!

2010-09-02T00:20:00.001-04:00

Yeah, you read that right. I'm sick of Pink Nipples. No, you damn pervert, I'm not talking about those nipples. I'm talking about the drink. Duh!

I had a slew of college kids--all of them just barely 21--that decided it'd be a fun time to spend the night drinking Pink Nipples. Me, well I think they just liked saying the phrase, "Give me a Pink Nipple bartender!" It's not like they were actually seeing any pink nipples. They might as well get some action in other ways, I suppose.

Chad even got a little annoyed with the constant orders and gave me the signal several times to see if I wanted him to bounce them on outta the bar. But I just let the have their fun and took their money. At $4 a pop, and each ordering 3 or 4 drinks...I made some damn good money just off of those 5 idiots.

It's after midnight here on the east coast, but I need to finish helping Susan close up and head home. Rick's already called twice and texted me three times to see if I want him to spend the night. I'm just not in the mood for him right now. Marcus invades my dreams and I often wake up screaming... Rick may be healed physically, but I don't think he could handle my own private terror right now.

Chad on the other hand...

Nevermind.

Pink Nipple

6 oz. Cream

1/2 oz Grenadine

2 oz Rasberry Liqueur

Serve with or without ice.

Top with a cherry & pussy-ass umbrella in a hurricane glass.

Liz Baker

The best thing about owning a bar...

2010-09-01T09:39:00.002-04:00

For me, the best thing about owning a bar is the fact that bars don't open at the crack of dawn. And even if they did, mine wouldn't. I enjoy being able to wake up when I get good and damn ready to, lounging around the house, making breakfast at 10 A.M. and just doing whatever it is that I please.

Wait a minute... I do that in all aspects of my life, don't I?

Aw well, what's a girl to do. Oh, I know...ANYTHING SHE FUCKING WANTS TO! Could someone kindly remind Rick of that part of my personality? You'd think he'd at at least be grateful for not dying and all. Men!

But I digress. We were talking about the bar. Yeah. I love Athena's, but sometimes the redneck wackos try my patience. Remember the bitch on my pool table? She, nor her crab-infested boyfriend, have returned, but I'm sure that'll be short lived--with their selective memories and all. Ugh!

I'm off to feed Tara...again...before trying to decide which corset to wear to work tonight. Chad's scheduled to come in at 7 P.M. and his jeans are always so nicely form-fitting. Awww, men.

Liz Baker

WTF? Like I don't have enough to do.

2010-08-31T22:41:00.001-04:00

Okay, yeah. Fine. I'm here. Are you happy now? Christie told me that I should really have a blog in cyber space to share little tidbits about my life with all of you. I don't know why anyone would want to know more about the ridiculousness that is my life, but here I am nonetheless.

We'll see how this goes, but for now, I'm off to paint my fingers and toes before Tara decides she wants something to eat. The little bitch never eats at a normal time of day. Damn.

Liz Baker