Heidi Ruby Miller

posted Feb 21, 2012, 5:56 PM by Natalie Duvall   [ updated Feb 21, 2012, 6:01 PM ]
Heidi Ruby Miller's Drunken Chai with Koley's Reserve

It's quite fitting that I bring you this post on Mardi Gras (or as we in PA Dutch country like to call it, Fastnacht Day).  I don't recommend you drink this WHILE reading Miller's Greenshift, but I do recommend reading both drinking and reading what Miller has for you.  A great author, you'll find yourself sucked into the book immediately.  Trust me, I know -- five minutes after I downloaded the book I was hooked.

Okay, okay, I know you're sick of hearing me talk, so here it is!

Because bourbon isn't just made in Kentucky in the far future….


EXCERPT FROM Greenshift BY Heidi Ruby Miller:

Mari slid her arm through David's. "Nothing a drunken coffee won't fix. Do you want one?"

Say no.

He'd had more than enough alcohol tonight. Another drink and his judgment might be impaired. That was one of the reasons he didn't take the stims she offered from the med suite.

"What kind of bourbon do you have?" he asked.

"Koley's Reserve. What else?" She winked.

"You're kidding." He let his skepticism show. "Do you know how difficult that is to get? It's only made in the Koley Mountains, and in very small batches."

Even as an Armadan captain, he sometimes had to wait months for a bottle and he'd given his last one to the dockmaster as a bribe.

She just smiled that big smile of hers. "I wouldn't kid an Armadan about bourbon."

"Well, then how can I refuse a taste of home?" David took another quick survey of the strappy emerald-colored nightie draped over Mari's curves. Or you.

Once inside, the glowing vibrancy of her living quarters bombarded him.

"That's a lot of blue and green," he said.

"My favorite colors. It's a work in progress because you would not believe how much it costs to remodel one of these suites."

Now that she mentioned it, he could see traces of the original décor peeking from around billowing curtains and beneath thick area rugs and under an abundance of shiny pillows. For a soldier used to basic quarters, or even a man used to living alone in a sizable but modestly decorated lake house, the loud, plushy world Mari lived in was overwhelming. 

It smelled great, though, thanks to all the flowering plants. In one corner of the foyer several large pots spilled over with blooms in varying shapes and sizes of white and turquoise petals while a blossoming vine twisted down from a wall-length stone planter inside the living room.

"You have a way with foliage. Or do you have some kind of secret grow lights?"

"I do monitor the lighting, but it's just the same lights you have in your suite."

Minus the aquamarine fringed lamp shades.

"I've been growing plants all my life. But this was the first time I ever tried in space. You'd think with the artificial gravity and light that it would be pretty much the same, but the plants know. So they take a little extra coaxing to flourish."

"Your coaxing is working quite well. They're amazing. And so many different varieties." He wanted to ask her specifics about a couple of plants on a stand nearby, but she had disappeared into the kitchen.

Being within her living space brought those waves of warmth back in a big way for David. Everything in this suite had been touched by her—bare toes on the cushy rugs, a brush of her hip as she passed by an end table, a subtle caress from her delicate hands as she cared for each bit of flora. David ran a finger down a hanging vine whose leaves looked like upside down hearts. They even had veins of red shooting through the waxy green exterior. He swore an electric tingle moved through his whole body from just this one little touch.

Get it together, soldier.

"I forgot I was out of coffee, but how about a drunken chai?" She handed him a mug.

He took a sip and almost couldn't swallow it, but forced the cloying liquid down his throat. "You like lots of sugar in your chai, don't you?" The sweetness nearly masked the aftertaste of alcohol.

"Like my mother always told me, everything is better with sugar." Mari sipped her drink and made a face. So maybe she was realizing not <i>everything</i> was better with sugar, like expensive small batch malt.

"Sorry. Give me that." She grabbed his mug. "I really should have tasted it first. I'll sweeten it up a little."

David took both mugs from her and sat them on the counter. "I think I've had enough to drink."

Drunken Chai with Koley's Reserve

(from Heidi Ruby Miller's novella GREENSHIFT)


1. Brew a cup of chai tea.

2. Add a splash of milk or cream liquor.

3. Add a shot of bourbon, preferably Woodford Reserve since Koley's Reserve only comes from the Koley Mountains on the planet of Yurai.

4. Sweeten to taste.

5. Stir.

Heidi Ruby Miller has been putting too much sex in her Science Fiction since 2005 because the relationship is as important as the adventure. She loves high-heeled shoes, action movies, Chanel, and loud music. Heidi is a member of The Authors Guild, Pennwriters, Broad Universe, SFR Brigade, and SFPA.

She also teaches creative writing at Seton Hill University, where she graduated from their renowned Writing Popular Fiction Graduate Program. The writing guide Many Genres, One Craft, which she co-edited with Michael A. Arnzen, is based on the Seton Hill program and her novel Ambasadora was her thesis there. Greenshift is a stand-alone novel set in the Ambasadora-verse.

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