Aug 7 2012 1:30pm

Author Lisa Kleypas Cooks Up Some Love With a Recipe and a Sexy Dream Lake Excerpt!

Lisa Kleypas in the kitchenLisa Kleypas’s newest release, Dream Lake, is out today, and tells the story of Zoe Hoffman, who’s a trained chef and an innkeeper who has all but given up on love. Not only has her hero, Alex Nolan, given up on love, but he has never, ever believed in it. In between the romantic bits—a tease of which is posted below the recipe—are descriptions of Zoe’s food, and Lisa joins us today at Heroes and Heartbreakers to offer one of her favorite recipes. Thanks, Lisa!

Raspberry Buckle

This romantic summer recipe is a terrific dessert, breakfast cake or a treat for afternoon tea. The name comes from the deliciously crumpled, buckled appearance of the streusel top after baking.


  • 1½ cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • ½ teaspoon baking soda
  • ¼ teaspoon salt
  • 1 stick softened butter  
  • 1 cup white sugar

  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • Grated zest of 1 lemon (just the colored outer layer, not the white pith)
  • 2 large eggs
  • ½ cup unflavored yogurt 

  • 1 pint fresh raspberries (about 2 cups)


  • ½ cup white sugar
  • ½ cup brown sugar, packed
  • ½ cup all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon

  • ½ teaspoon salt

  • 1 stick cold butter, cut into pieces

Preheat the oven to 375°F. Butter a 9x9 inch square or round cake pan. Mix together flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt.
Cream butter, granulated sugar, lemon zest and vanilla with an electric mixer at medium-high speed for about two minutes. Beat in eggs and yogurt. At low speed, add flour mixture a little at a time until it’s just mixed—don’t overbeat. (The batter is very dense) Spread batter in cake pan and top with raspberries.

Stir together sugars, flour, cinnamon, and salt in a medium bowl, then mix in butter pieces with a fork or pastry cutter (or use a food processor) until crumbs form.

Cover the raspberries with streusel and bake on the middle rack of the oven until topping is golden-brown, about 40 minutes. The top may appear slightly liquid or jiggly from all those hot berries! Cool at least fifteen or twenty minutes before eating. You can serve it with whipped cream or ice cream, but it’s great by itself.


And now, read on for a sexy excerpt from Chapter 22 of Lisa Kleypas’s Dream Lake, exclusive to H&H:

[Alex] laughed at her expression, and watched, intrigued, as Zoë used a spatula to mix the white chocolate into a bowl of whipped cream. “Why are you stirring it like that?”

“I’m folding it. If you stir it the regular way, it won’t be fluffy.” She cut the rubber spatula vertically through the bowl of whipped cream and liquid white chocolate, swept it across the bottom of the bowl and up the side, and over the top of the mixture. Each time she finished the movement, she rotated the bowl a quarter turn. “See? This way it keeps the mixture light. Here, try it.”

“I don’t want to ruin it,” Alex protested as she gave him the spatula.

“You won’t.” She put her hand over his, and showed him the motion. He stood behind her, his arms around her, while she guided his hand deftly. “Down, across, up, over. Down, across, up, over . . . yes, that’s the technique.”

“I’m starting to get excited,” he said, and she laughed.

“It doesn’t take much for you.”

He gave the spatula back to her, and nuzzled into her curls as she finished folding the batter. “What are we making this stuff for?”

“White chocolate strawberry shortcake.” She dipped a fingertip into the rich whipped cream and turned in his arms. “Taste.”

He tasted the cream from her finger. “My God. That’s good. Give me another.”

“No more after this,” Zoë said sternly, dipping her finger once more into the bowl. “We need the rest for the shortcake.”

Her finger was drawn into the warm suction of his mouth. “Mmmn.” Bending his head, he shared the taste with her, his tongue sweet like white chocolate. Zoë relaxed against him, her lips parting. The kiss lengthened, turning lazy and deep, while his hands slid over her arms and shoulders. Grasping the hem of her T-shirt, he began to pull it upward, and she stopped him with a little squeak of protest.

“Alex, no. We’re in the kitchen.”

His lips dragged gently to her neck. “No one’s here.”

“The windows . . .”

“There’s no one for miles around.” He stripped the shirt away from her. His mouth caught hers with a sensual greed that made the down on her neck and arms rise. When she felt him pulling down her bra straps, she tensed uneasily but let him do it. His fingers, so clever and sure, went to the back of her bra and unfastened the tiny hooks. One . . . two . . . three. The straps and elastic webbing fell away.

His hand covered her breasts with warm, stimulating pressure, his palms rubbing softly, and then his thumbs flicked until the tips were rosy and hard. She leaned back against the hard edge of the counter, forcing words between shallow gasps. “Please . . . upstairs . . .” She wanted the dark enveloping privacy of a bedroom, the softness of a bed.

“Here,” Alex insisted softly. He took off his own shirt and dropped it to the floor, all toughness and masculine brawn, his body rampantly aroused. His eyes were light and devil blue as he reached into the bowl of frothy cream and scooped some with two fingers. She blinked as she realized what he intended.

“Don’t even think it,” she wheezed, giggling, trying to slide away. “There’s something wrong with you.” But his free hand gripped the front edge of her shorts, anchoring her in place, and he dabbed the chilled white chocolate mixture over the tips of her breasts. She closed her eyes, trembling as he bent to lick and suck the sweetness from her. He stood and kissed her again, his mouth delicious and hungering. His hands were in her shorts, his palms hot against her skin. She couldn’t think, could hardly breathe. Just let him, her body urged, the pleasure unfolding in wanton blooms. . . .

Copyright © 2012 by Lisa Kleypas

For more Lisa, be sure to visit our Lisa Kleypas collection, and for more from Dream Lake, read an exclusive extended excerpt. Dream Lake is now available.


Lisa Kleypas is the award-winning author of thirty-four novels. Her books are published in sixteen languages and are bestsellers all over the world. She lives in Washington State with her husband and two children.

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Heather Waters
1. HeatherWaters
This sounds like a fun dish to make with my roommates one night! And that excerpt, YUM.
Megan Frampton
2. MFrampton
I like how Alex pushes her to be more open, not letting her escape to the dark of the bedroom. Thanks for the excerpt, Lisa, and congratulations on Dream Lake's release.
Lora Patten
3. LadyRed
Can you omit the lemon zest from the recipe? I am pretty sure it is there to add a little zing but doesn't otherwise need to be in the batter correct? I can't have citrus anymore but I would absolutely LOVE to try out this recipe but unless I can omit the lemon zest I don't see the point of it. I love buckle and cobbler recipes because they are simple to make but taste like they took hours to throw together!
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