Friday, August 15, 2014

#Friday Happy Author Hour! Share a drink with your favorite #Authors! #HappyHour #writing Today with Shehanne Moore @ShehanneMoore

Whether you're an author or not, you've heard it before: All authors drink. 

But what do they drink? 
Happy Author Hour Open Bar is open! Today with the fabulous Shehanne Moore and an exotic drink: The Singapore Sling!

Shehanne Moore and the Singapore Sling

Hmmmm, what’s my poison? Not wanting to lower the tone of my lovely partner in doodling’s, blog, I’m going for that exotic and famous cocktail, the Singapore Sling--originally meant as a woman’s drink because it’s pink. Huh. At the end of a long, hard day on the beach it’s ideal, except I live in Scotland so I’m not on beaches too often. The Sling was originally created by Mr. Ngiam Tong Boon for the Raffles Hotel in Singapore.   

Although it’s probably meant to be sipped on a rattan chair, under a ceiling fan, it’s still purty good taken beneath alien constellations in tiny Greek villages, not to mention night clubs in ruined villages in the hills.  
Just watch where you lead the conga line afterwards.

I don’t dispute the recipe is open to just that…dispute. Please don’t let me stir up any controversy but Benedictine is apparently the magic ingredient.

Combine all of the ingredients in a shaker, fill with ice and shake until the shaker is well frosted. Strain into a tall glass and garnish with a slice of pineapple and cherry.

I somehow had it in my head that Raffles Hotel was connected with Raffles, the gentleman thief. A big  DUH. It was named after Stamford Raffles, the founder of modern Singapore. Visit these days and you can view the safe in which Mr. Ngiam locked away his precious recipe books, as well as the Sling recipe hastily jotted on a bar-chit in 1936 by a visitor to the Hotel who asked the waiter for it.

About Shehanne

Shehanne Moore writes gritty, witty, historical romance, set wherever takes her fancy. What hasn’t she worked at while pursuing her dream of becoming a published author? Shehanne still lives in Scotland, with her husband Mr Shey. She has two daughters. When not writing intriguing historical romance, where goals and desires of sassy, unconventional heroines and ruthless men, mean worlds collide, she plays the odd musical instrument and loves what in any other country, would not be defined, as hill-walking.

Only one man in England can identify her. Unfortunately he’s living next door. 
Ten years ago sixteen year old Sapphire, the greatest jewel thief England has ever known, ruined Lord Devorlane Hawley’s life. Now she’s dead and buried, all the respectable widow, Cassidy Armstrong, wants is the chance to prove who she really is.

 But not only does her new neighbor believe he knows that exactly, he’s hell-bent on revenge.  All he needs is the actual proof.  So when he asks her to choose between being his mistress, or dangling on the end of a rope, only Sapphire can decide…

 What’s left for a woman with nowhere left to go, but to stay exactly where she is?

 And hope, that when it comes to neighbors, Devorlane Hawley won’t prove to be the one from hell.


  1. Elyzabeth, your blog looks fantastic. Love the banner. Love the idea of this too. Just laughing at that question what d o I drink...anything....
    Thank you so much for having me over here today. You know I love seeing yah x

    1. Hum, my comment vanished. Don't know what is wrong with this ¬¬' Anyhow, my dear Shey, thanks for the complement. Glad you like the banner and the new look. The place needed an urgent revamp :- )
      As for this idea, it came from a certain Twitter conversation, you know *wink* You're welcome back any time, you know that. *hugs*

    2. You know...I cannot think what that conversation would have been about....(Looks innocent)

  2. Great post ladies:-) Lovely blog. Isn't Benedictine something made by monks Shey?

  3. I'll take a sling or ten, regardless of constellation!


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