Cora Blu-Memories


We all have those that stay with us and we can recall without much thought. Other memories show up seemingly out of the blue and those send you flipping through the photo albums for all the old pictures.

The gray corduroy are my fathers. See the plaid shirt with the paint, that's the clean around the house shirt.

The gray corduroy are my fathers. See the plaid shirt with the paint, that’s the clean around the house shirt.

Well years ago, when my father-in-law died,  my mother-in-law gave my husband a ton of his father’s clothes. I’ve known my father-in-law since I was five years old so many of those items held memories for me as well.  Sadly now, my girls would never really know their grandfather especially since they had retired to Arizona.  Our two girls at the time were 6yrs and 15 mnths.

Going through the clothes my husband and I had a good time as the memories surfaced with each item we laid out over the table. It was surprising to see how many blazers had similar prints as my husbands.

Needing to find the best way to not lose those memories we decided to make a memory quilt out of some of the more special items.

This led to me getting material from my father and husband to start the quilt. I finally made three as we had another daughter years later.  My father died eight years ago April 25th and seeing the quilt with his plaid shirt squares that he’d cut the grass made me laugh instead of cry.

So now I’m collecting more material for more memories, but I’m certain my girls will appreciate the memories that the material conjures up for them.

Now with all that said, you know why my stories highlight family. How do you remember those in your life?

Love to hear your thoughts as I’m a scrapbooker also.

Sincerely, Cora Blu.

"What's for Dinner" by Cora Blu. Combining cultures


Apple pastry I made last month.

Combining your lives at meal time.

So you did it. You got your man, your HEA. You took the plunge and committed your lives to one another. Got past ethnic and racial differences. Made it known to the world that no body will keep you from your hearts desire.


 Now—what’s for dinner?    Forgot about that didn’t you?
Baked fish, spaghetti, chili, baked chicken, Irish Stew, macaroni and cheese, Chicken Sharwma, Kimchi…?
Writing interracial romance and loving to cook, I like including meals in my stories. I would love to showcase yours.

Many interracial/multicultural families run into this dilemma of how to satisfy the different ethnic tastes in the house.

I thought it would be great if those who have discovered some awesome meal fusions, would like to share this with other families.

I will begin a once a month blog on food fusion. Submit your recipes that combine the different backgrounds you’ve had to create to satisfy your families diverse palette.  

A brief paragraph on how this came about and if you have it available, a jpeg.  (picture) of the completed dish.

Submit it to [email protected]

Looking forward to recipes and stories.

Sincerely, Cora Blu.


Secrets left with the truth produce lies

“The Man He’ll Never Be”

Author Cora Blu copyright 2012

Coming soon

A flash of light swept over the floor-length mirror. The limo’s headlights reflected through the silk curtains, a gentle shimmer of champagne and olive green, its reflection bouncing over the room. Mary J Blige crooning away from the Bose sound system in the background.

Lena double checked the satin dress for panty lines. Flipping over her wrist, she glanced at her watch. One oclock and on time, very commendable, Brett. A quick spray of perfume in the air, and she turned slowly under the fine mist. If everything else remained on schedule at the auction, she’d be home by five and searching for Connor’s killer by five thirty.

Better grab a shawl, forecast called for rain.

“Think I need my rain coat?” Lena folded the shawl over her arm. Her satin dress would not survive a rainstorm.

“He’s bringing you home, right—the escort?” Jessica called from the kitchen. Wiping her hands on a drying towel, she padded through to the front door.

“He’s not an escort. We’re both Tao’s clients. The limo’s for both of us.”

“Then I wouldn’t worry about a rain coat. I’d be more concerned with your shoes, Cinderella.” Jessica nodded at Lena’s pride and joys.

Lena pointed her toes; the crystal caught the light. Her voice held uncertainty. “I know… if I step in a crack and scratch the heel… Just send the men with the white jackets.” Lena groaned. The four-inch patent leather stilettos, festooned with a crystal ball in the center of the heel. Ankle straps studded with crystals highlighted the seam running up the backs of her stockings slipping beneath the black satin backless sheath. The handmade gift in memory of her late mother was out for its maiden voyage.

“I’m surprised you’re wearing that tonight,” Jessica complained. She set the folded towel on the console table.

“Momma loved the arts, so I figured I’d make these donations in her honor,” Lena confessed, her hand on the doorknob. Nose pressed under the peephole, she tried to get a peek at this Brett who Tao said was escorting her to the auction instead of him.

“What does he look like? And stop wiggling your behind.” Jessica bumped Lena’s hip standing at her shoulder.

Lena squinted, one eye closed. “The driver’s blocking Brett. I can’t see him.” She bumped her behind back into Jessica. “Okay, we sound like teenagers.”

“You haven’t been on a date in a year. You’re cleared to be giddy.”

“It’s not a date. It’s an escort to a business function,” she corrected, tucking her debit card and license in the small clutch purse.

“Alright, Ms. Business Function. Don’t come home with your dress on backward. And why are you so edgy?”

“Did you know Daddy has a girlfriend?”

Find book I in the Collection of Midnight Moanings “Stranded but not Alone” @ Amazon, B&N and  Paperback at Amazon. 

Sincerely, Cora Blu



My Novella "Max" is finally available

Novella, Max. Everyone suspected Max was different, but when he reveals his animal to the clan not everyone likes his kind. But one woman wants his friendship no matter how others feel about him.

But when he tries to protect her from the negative backlash of being associated with him will it threaten to burn the bridge that’s been heating between them for over a year? Or has someone else been sabotaging their relationship for fear of change?
Max is available at Amazon for .99 I think you’ll like it.

{Reading “Dagger” first will answer many questions about the people around Max.}


Sincerely, Cora Blu

"Cora Blu's TuesdayTeaser"


A Brothers of Element Series Novella—“Max”

Max never gave in to the suspicion of other. He was from the Indian Ocean, the only one of his kind and the only shifter who could heat behind his eyes and make them glow.

When that suspicion began to jeopardize his relationship with Chloe, it was time to let his animal run free. Time to find out who was behind the rumors of his past, threatening to destroy his future.

Emerging from his morning canal run, Max caught a whiff of apple in the air… Chloe was there.

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“Max—” she whispered, eyeing his wet chest. He enjoyed her ogling.

“From the look in your eyes, might I believe you are pleased with the view?”

She rested a hip on the railing. “Where did you come from?”

“Who were you expecting… in the dark?”

“I wasn’t expecting… I was hoping…” She blew out a breath. “I saw you in the distance, Max. How could I not? Your skin is underlit like soft candle light when your blood pressure rises.” She smiled. “I lost you as you dove under that yellow canal boat.”

As she fiddled with the strap from the bag that hung from her shoulder, he lowered a hip to the stone ledge, angled one leg out, then clasped his hands together. With cool seawater water dripping down his back—he waited.

Playing with the paper bag in her hand, Chloe said, “I could take my food and go,” she teased him; those lavender-pink eyes glittered in frustration. “Every morning you run your animal before heading into the lab to work. I just thought you might like to share breakfast with me first.”

“And you thought it was okay to walk around in the dark?”

“I’m a bull shark. I can protect myself.”

“In that dress?” he muttered, watching the reflections from the water highlighting her curves under the pink silky material.

“Max, my gallery is three blocks back. I was hoping to share breakfast with you. I haven’t seen you in a few weeks.”

“Your choice, Chloe. I told you I understood you needed time after your break-up with Ayden.”

They both flipped a glance over the edge. Soft gurgles from the canal bounced through the air as marine life began surfacing. The tranquil morning enticed more than just his need for calm. By contrast, the quiet between them had become—deafening.

“I wanted to apologize for the other week—” she started.

“—other week?”

Her silver sandals caught his attention when she crossed her ankle. She clasped her hands in her lap. “—when the queen arrived.”


I hope you enjoyed a small sample of  “Max”.  A novella, Max, will be available 5/12/2012 exclusively at Amazon.

Thank you for joinging me and as always check Pinterest for images that inspired this scene.

Sincerely, Cora Blu