Hi Leah! I’m really enjoying this chance to blog about an Aussie Christmas.
First, there’s no snow. Where I live, in Perth, it can be a scorching 40 degrees celsius, but that’s rare. Usually Christmas is just nicely hot. Perfect for a barbeque, a swim (not that I do. I am the opposite of a waterbaby), champagne or beer and for all the kids in the neighbourhood to try out their toys and scream loudly.
Some people ignore the temperature, crank up the air conditioner and over-eat a traditional festive dinner of roast everything, plum pudding and alcohol. But increasingly the typical Aussie Christmas dinner is barbeque, seafood, salads, cold meats, ice cream and your beverage of choice.
A lot of us then collapse in front of the television in the evening and watch ballroom dancing, the Australian Dancesports, eating leftovers and contemplating the condition of our livers and the champagne left in the bottle. We bicker wearily and fall asleep.
The next day people either hit the beach with their new bodyboards and surfboards or disappear into movie theatres.
Years ago I read an Aussie children’s book from the 1920s. It was talking about the decision to emigrate from Britain. The choice was Canada, where Christmas would find you stuck in a blizzard, or Australia, where a bushfire would burn you out. Pessimistic, no?
So to end on a brighter note, I’ll share my mum’s Christmas trifle recipe and ask everyone for their favourite festive traditions.
Mum’s Christmas Trifle
Homemade sponge cake to line the bottom of a cut-glass crystal bowl. Sprinkle over brandy (I tend to overdo this, with interesting results). Add fresh sliced peaches (summer fruits are one of the highlights of an Australian Christmas – sitting on the back lawn spitting watermelon seeds is kid heaven). Then a layer of custard, a layer of green jelly, custard, red jelly, you get the idea. Yummy. And don’t forget the ice cream to serve!
Angel Thief is available from Carina Press
She’s breaking the rules. Again.
An archivist in the heavenly library, Sara must follow protocol when it comes to curating the knowledge of the universe. But “liberating” an ancient text from the collection of a human—an Australian drug lord—could save a boy’s life. Sara has no way of knowing that one of the man’s other treasures is a sexy-as-sin djinni, bound by a wish to guard the estate.
He’s only following orders.
Filip is compelled to turn over intruders, even celestial ones, to his master. When he catches Sara in the library, he isn’t above indulging in some sensual kisses with her, or using her to trick the mobster into wasting a wish. It’s what he must do to preserve his facade of freedom and protect his heart.
But the kidnapping of the drug lord’s daughter forces Sara and Filip to work together—bringing out the hero that lurks within the soul of the djinni, and the passion within the angel.