#goodreadsGiveaway #horror #shortstories

Hey kids- just wanted to let you know that I’ve got a GOODREADS GIVEAWAY going on for my upcoming short story collection DEATH BETWEEN THE PAGES.

I’m giving away 50 KINDLE copies of the book.

You can enter the giveaway here: GOODREADS GIVEAWAY

and don’t forget to go to the book listing and mark it as WANT TO READ.

thanks, oodles, and good luck!


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#firstlinefriday 1.17.2023

From my 4th book in the MacQuire Women Series THE VOICES OF ANGELS. So I’m back to action sentences for starters, LOL! This sentence has A LOT of action, too!

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Something new in #Kindlevella MAGIC’S CHARM #fantasyromance #magic

So, it’s been a minute since I had a new story uploaded to my Kindle Vella account. I’m starting a new one today and it’s a bit of a departure for me – like all my other Vella stories have been, LOL!

MAGIC’S CHARM is a modern-day story about a master magician who is so much more than she seems on stage. She’s riddled with secrets – secrets she’ll do anything to keep from becoming public.

Unfortunately, writer Rhys McDowell wants to unearth those secrets. Chapters 1-3 in Vella are always free to read, so if you have an account, I hope you take advantage of this new story. I’ll be uploading new episodes every Monday and Thursday, as I write the story.

And remember – if you are a Kindle Unlimited subscriber, you get 200 free tokens to “spend” any way you want in Vella. That’s a great incentive to read the stories on the platform.

This should be fun….I’m hoping!

Happy reading, kids.

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#mugmonday 1.23.2023

This mug is almost 40 years od!!! Egads…it still works, tho!

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#firstlinefriday 1.20.2023 FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Book 3 in the MacQuire Women’s Series, FIRST IMPRESSIONS, give us today’s first line Friday.

“Dr. Rogers, the dog-bite patient from the veterinary clinic is here.”

As you can see, with this book I learned to change up from strict exposition to a line of dialogue that puts you right in the thick of the story, LOL!

Hopefully, after reading that line, readers want to know who Dr. Rogers is and who was bitten by a dog.

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#RWA TRADITIONAL AUTHOR WEEKEND #writers #romancewriters

I am so honored to announce that I will be a panelist in two of this upcoming weekend’s RWA event, TRADITIONAL AUTHOR WEEKEND.

Are you a writer? Newbie, or trying to get published? An indie author who is looking for something different? Or a writer who wants to take their career to the next level?

No matter where you are in your writing career, this wonderful weekend of workshops and panels will educate you on all the aspects of pursuing a traditional publishing career – and yes, you still can get signed by a traditional publishing house, even in this explosion of Indie/self-pubbed times.

Unlock the door to the world of traditional publishing and set yourself up for success!

Get the tools you need to successfully traditionally publish a romance novel. This one-of-a-kind, two-day virtual mini-conference is dedicated to romance writers unfamiliar with, interested in, or need help navigating the path of traditional publishing.

Important Information

When: Saturday, January 21, 2023 – Sunday, January 22, 2023
Where: Zoom; log in via your computer or smart device
Registration: $299, RWA Members; $349, Non-RWA Members

Registration is now open! Registration closes January 20, 2023, or when spots are gone.

All registered attendees will have access to the recordings for a period of six months.

Register here: TAW

Featured Speakers

Priscilla Oliveras, author, keynote
Sonali Dev, author
Leticia Gomez, editorial director, Dafina (Kensington Books)
Candace Havens, author
Athena W. Hernandez, author
Peggy Jaeger, author
Michelle Klayman, Boroughs Publishing Group
Thien-Kim Lam, author
LaQuette, author
La Sheera Lee, agent, SBR Media
Mia P. Manansala, author and book coach
Jode Millman, author and IP attorney
Ella Quinn, author
A.M. Roark, author
Reese Ryan, author
Naima Simone, author
Leslie Truex, agent, Blue Ridge Agency
More to come!

Featured Speakers

Priscilla Oliveras, author, keynote
Sonali Dev, author
Leticia Gomez, editorial director, Dafina (Kensington Books)
Candace Havens, author
Athena W. Hernandez, author
Peggy Jaeger, author
Michelle Klayman, Boroughs Publishing Group
Thien-Kim Lam, author
LaQuette, author
La Sheera Lee, agent, SBR Media
Mia P. Manansala, author and book coach
Jode Millman, author and IP attorney
Ella Quinn, author
A.M. Roark, author
Reese Ryan, author
Naima Simone, author
Leslie Truex, agent, Blue Ridge Agency
More to come!


All times are listed in Central Time.

Registration for Traditional Author Weekend is required to attend the sessions below, unless otherwise noted. 

Saturday, January 21
Time Event
9:00 – 9:10 a.m.Welcome from RWA President Clair Brett
9:15 – 9:30 a.m.Keynote with Priscilla Oliveras
9:30 – 10:30 a.m.Understanding Publishing Lines: Write a Manuscript that Fits
Panelists: Leticia Gomez (Kensington Publishing), Candace Havens, La Sheera Lee (SBR Media), and Morena Stamm (The Wild Rose Press)
10:45 – 11:45 a.m.Do the Research: Agents’ and Editors’ Wish List and Submission Guidelines
Panelists: Michelle Klayman (Boroughs Publishing) and Leslie Truex (Blue Ridge Agency)
12:00 – 1:00 p.m.Writing a Query Letter and Synopsis: Preparing the Submission Material
Presenter: Candace Havens
1:15 – 2:15 p.m.The Best Pitches
Presenter: Leticia Gomez (Kensington Publishing)
2:30 – 3:30 p.m.From Contract to Bookshelf
Panelists: Peggy Jaeger and LaQuette
3:45 – 5:15 p.m.After Hours Fun
Host: A.M. Roark
Sunday, January 22
Time Event
9:00 – 10:00 a.m.Copyrights and Contracts
Presenter: Jode Millman
10:15 – 11:15 a.m.How Many Nos Before I Got a Yes
Panelists: Sonali Dev, P
eggy Jaeger, Thien-Kim Lam, Mia P. Manansala, Ella Quinn, Reese Ryan, & Naima Simone
11:30 a.m. – 12:30 p.m. Public Relations and Marketing for Traditional Authors
Presenter: Athena Hernandez
12:45 – 1:00 p.m.Closing Remarks

I hope to see you there!!! This really will be a great weekend of learning, networking, and focusing in on your career!

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#wednesdayWisdom 1.18.2023

Think about it…

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#MugMonday 1.16.2023

Words I live by…

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A visit with #Author RACHEL BRIMBLE #twrp #Victorianhistoricalromance

I’ve said this so many times and I love saying it again and again: I LOVELOVELOVE when one of my Wild Rose Press sistahs comes for a visit, especially when they tell me about one of their new books. Today I have sistah RACHEL BRIMBLE here for the very first time. YAY! She was kind enough to answer all my interview questions then give me a little peek into her newest WRP book VICTORIA AND VIOLET (THE ROYAL MAIDS BOOK 1) available now.

Victoria…the floor is yours!

Rachel, the Author:

  1. What drives you to write?

Because I love it so much! I have wanted to write since I was very young and once I started writing toward publication in 2015, it became a huge part of my life. These days, if I go more than three days without writing, I become a very difficult person to live with, haha! It’s a compulsion…

  1. What genre(s) of Romance do your write, and why?

I have been concentrating on historical romance for the last four years or so, but I also have contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels published with Harlequin and the Wild Rose Press. Writing historical romance gives me a wonderful outlet for my history obsession and an excuse to read lots and lots of non-fiction books and watching numerous documentaries! However, I definitely write romance because I love LOVE!

  1. What genre(s) of Romance do you read, and why?

I read historical, contemporary, and romantic suspense – I think if I had to choose one as a favorite, I would have to say historical 😊

  1. What’s your writing schedule? Do you write every day?

I am lucky enough to be able to write full-time so I tend to write from 8.30am to 5.30pm Monday to Friday with a lunch break and dog walk in between as well as a couple of hours on Saturday. I try to take Sunday off completely!

  1. Give us a glimpse of the surroundings where you write. Separate room? In the kitchen? At the dining room table?

I started on the kitchen table, but for the last four years, I have written from my home office which is the spare bedroom of my house. This room is my haven and I appreciate the space so much. I have a beautiful white desk with my planning boards in front of me, a window looking out onto our back garden and two walls with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves containing research books and novels.

  1. Are you the kind of writer who needs total quiet to compose, or are you able to filter out the typical sounds of the day and use your tunnel vision?

I need total quiet to write but can edit and do my admin and/or social media content work with background noise. I need the silence to actually create.

7. Do you listen to music while you write, and if so, what kind? If not, why not?

No – I have just never felt the need. Lots of my writer friends have playlists for their different books, but it has never been a thing for me.

  1. How did you come up with the plotline/idea for your current WIP?

My current work in progress is the second book in my Royal Maids series and is set in the court of the Prince and Princess of Wales who go on to become King Edward VII and Queen Alexandra. The idea for the plotline came to me when I read about Alexandra’s love of clothes and how she had been admired for her looks and style in the early 20th century the same way Princess Diana was admired in the late 20th century.

  1. Which comes first for you – character or plot? And why?

It’s usually plot – I am often inspired by a historical building or a period drama I have seen on TV that I would have written differently. A plot will slowly form in my mind and then I have to wait for the characters to come forward and claim their spots in the book! I really enjoy getting to know my characters, but it isn’t until about a third way, or even halfway, through the first draft that I feel I know them well.

  1. What 3 words describe you, the writer?

Hardworking, passionate, ambitious (Peggy here: I LOVELOVLOVE those descriptions!!!)

Rachel, The Person:

  1. Tell us one unusual thing about yourself – not related to writing!

I have naturally curly hair and have not had my hair professionally cut since my wedding day in 1998 – my daughters or husband give it a quick trim whenever needed!

  1. Who was your first love and what age were you?

Apart from childhood crushes, I would have to say my husband! We started dating when we were 18 😊

  1. If you could relive one day, which one would it be? Think GROUNDHOG DAY, the movie for this one – you’ll have to live it over and over and….

Ooh, I have been blessed with many fabulous days in my life, but one that I will never forget and treasure forever was when my husband surprised me with a flight to Ireland and a two-night stay at Ashford Castle where romance writer Nora Roberts was hosting an afternoon tea and book signing.

I ADORE her books and it was a dream come true to talk to her and have her say hello again to me in the evening at the castle where she was staying, too.

  1. What’s one thing you love about your significant other?

His generosity – he is such a generous person in every way and would help anyone who needed it. He has a very good heart.

  1. If you had to give up one necessary-can’t-live-without-it item, what would it be?

My laptop, of course! 😊

  1. What three words describe you, the person?

Funny (I hope!), kind, conscientious (AWWW!)

  1. If you could sing a song with Jimmy Fallon, what would it be?

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

  1. If you could hang out with any literary character from any book penned at any timeline, who would it be, why, and what would you do together?

The Artful Dodger from Oliver Twist – he would take me around all the dark, seedier places of Victorian London and teach me the art of survival. I love his character so much. He has always been an example of resilience to me rather than a petty criminal!

Bonus round

I love the Actor’s Studio show on Bravo, so this is my version of it:

  1. Favorite sound : A running bath!
  2. Least favorite sound: My children crying
  3. Best song ever written :I Have Nothing (Whitney Houston)
  4. Worst song ever written: Mr Blobby by Mr Blobby
  5. Favorite actor and actress:  Tom Hanks
  6. Who would you want to be for 1 day and why? ( It can be anyone living or dead)  Oprah Winfrey – I follow her on Instagram and her ranch looks amazing. I’d love to sit on her porch for breakfast and then contemplate my day/friends/family etc and then choose which famous person I’m going to call up to come over for dinner…
  7. What turns you on? Books!
  8. What turns you off? Housework…
  9. Give me the worst 5 words ever heard on a first date ( here’s mine: “Is that your real hair?”)

Can I have 6? “How much do you love football?” hahah – yes, you can!!!!

  1. What’s your version of a perfect day?

Writing in the morning, a long dog walk in the English countryside followed by dinner in an old pub, preferably Tudor.

It should be a dream come true to serve the Queen of England…

When Violet Parker is told she will be Queen Victoria’s personal housemaid, she cannot believe her good fortune. She finally has the chance to escape her overbearing mother, a servant to the Duchess of Kent.

Violet hopes to explore who she is and what the world has to offer without her mother’s schemes overshadowing her every thought and action.

Then she meets James Greene, assistant to the queen’s chief political adviser, Lord Melbourne. From entirely different backgrounds and social class, Violet and James should have neither need nor desire to speak to one another, yet through their service, their paths cross and their lives merge—as do their feelings.

Only Victoria’s court is not always the place for romance, but rather secrets, scandals, and conspiracies…

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Rachel lives in a small town near Bath, England. She is the author of 29 novels including the Ladies of Carson Street trilogy, the Shop Girl series (Aria Fiction) and the Templeton Cove Stories (Harlequin). Her latest novel, Victoria & Violet is the first book in her new Royal Maids series with the Wild Rose Press and released 17th October 2022.

Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association as well as the Historical Novel Society and has thousands of social media followers all over the world.

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Peggy here – I can’t thank you, Rachel, enough for coming to visit me today. I loved your interview and I’ve got my own pic of me with Nora, as well!!!! It was a top 5 day in my life when I met her and got to speak with her privately!!!! Good luck with Victoria and Violet – it sounds fabulous!!!)


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#firstlineFriday 1.13.2023

From my second book in the MacQuire Women series, THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME. This one’s about Moira Cleary.

Moira Cleary paid the taxi driver and took her first full breath in over twenty-four hours.

This line sets the entire book up, because you want to know Why she’s taking her first full breath in 24 hrs, and where she is? At least, that was my hope, LOL.

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#Wednesdaywisdom 1/11/2023

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January 11, 2023 · 12:38 am

A visit from my #author friend, Liz Flaherty

I love when my author friends come to visit me. Today, I’ve got multi-published, best-selling author, Liz Flaherty, joining me and she’s telling me all about a re-release of one of her backlist books. She’s updated the story a bit to modernize it just hair and I’m excited to share it with you.

Here’s Liz…

I’ve been married for a long time. I’ve fallen in love over and over during the 51-plus years of our marriage. Always with the same guy and often with a different one who looks like him but…really, did he just say that? We’ve stayed married, never living apart or even doing any bedroom-door-slamming or sleeping on the couch. I’ve never either asked or ordered him to leave and he’s never driven away with any intent of not returning.

It has not always been nearly as easy as that sounds.

In A Soft Place to Fall, Early and Nash were married for a long time, too. She got pregnant while she was still in high school and they got married when she was 16 and he was 18. They both worked nearly all the time and got Nash through medical school and raised four children. Thirty years after they got married, they’re living in a pretty gated community in Lexington, Kentucky, enjoying grandbabies and freedom from debt and…

And maybe not enjoying anything at all. At least, Nash isn’t.

Divorced and in search of herself, Early moves back to the Ridge in rural Kentucky. She takes care of Nash’s father after he has heart surgery, of her mother when she breaks her ankle, and…finally…of herself, too. As she builds a quilt shop named A Soft Place to Fall, she also creates a life for herself.

But then there’s Nash.

A Soft Place to Fall was first released in 2013. Nine years later, with a few changes, it still feels relevant. I hope you find it so, too.

Early McGrath doesn’t want freedom from her thirty-year marriage to Nash, but when it’s forced upon her, she does the only thing she knows to do – she goes home to the Ridge to reinvent herself.

Only what is someone who’s spent her life taking care of other people supposed to do when no one needs her anymore? Even as the threads of her life unravel, she finds new ones – reconnecting with the church of her childhood, building the quilt shop that has been a long-time dream, and forging a new friendship with her former husband.

The definition of freedom changes when it’s combined with faith, and through it all perhaps Early and Nash can find a Soft Place to Fall.

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USA Today bestselling author Liz Flaherty started writing in the fourth grade when her Aunt Gladys allowed her to use her portable Royal typewriter. The truth was that her aunt would have let her do anything to get her out of her hair, but the typewriter and the stories it could produce caught on, and Liz never again had a day without a what if… in it.

She and Duane, her husband of at least forever, live in a farmhouse in central Indiana, sharing grown children, spoiled cats, and their grandkids, the Magnificent Seven. (Don’t get her started on them—you’ll be here all day.) To find out more about her, stop by http://lizflaherty.net/ or any of the other places she hangs around by visiting linktr.ee/LizFlaherty



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#tuesdayTeaser A Snippet from DEATH BETWEEN THE PAGES #preorder #murder #Mystery #comingsoon

I am super stoked to let you all know I have a release date of 2.1.2023 for my short story collection DEATH BETWEEN THE PAGES: A Short Story Collection about Death.

The book was reproduced from Kindle Vella. I had such a great response to it from the Vella readers that when the opportunity presented itself, I decided to release it on Kindle. It will also be available in KU after the release date.

The book is a collection of fictional short stories I’ve written over the years ( mostly in the 1990s) when I was obsessed with serial killers and all things murder related, LOL. A long way from the lighthearted romance I write these days.

A cheating husband.
A group of widows.
A priest.
A landlady.
A spider.
What do they all have in common?

and here’s the cover:

And here’s a little snippet from one of the stories, THE TUESDAY NIGHT MEETING.

“You probably don’t remember my late husband, Major Plowright. I believe he passed when you were just a baby. Well, my dear, if there was ever a tougher man in the world to live with, I’d be sore-pressed to believe it. I truly feel the moment he was brought into the world a military angel crossed his path and predestined him for a soldier’s life. His mother told me after we’d been married for about a year that even as a child, everything had to be precision perfect in his world. He tolerated no fools, silliness or any kind of good-natured fun. I didn’t realize this when I married him, mind you. I know now I fell in love with his spit and polish exterior and superior manner. I never could resist a good-lookin’ man in a uniform.”

A few well-knowing chuckles escaped throughout the room.

“Well, married life was kind of sweet for a while. I got used to his ranting and raving about precision and cleanliness and order. But when the Major was forced to retire at a very early age, well, it all changed. He changed. Nothing I did was ever good enough. I was plum worn out with three babies and a big house to care for, and he never helped a lick with anything. One day he came home from his club and my youngest had spilled his juice all over the kitchen floor. I was just about to clean it up, but the Major didn’t let me. He stormed into the room, saw the mess, and started screaming and hollering so loud I thought my little Jimmy’s diapers were gonna fall off. When I tried to explain about the mess, he smacked me across the face. Knocked me clear across the kitchen with one felled swoop of the back of his hand. I was so stunned I didn’t see the next one coming. He was raving about me being an inadequate wife and mother and that he was going to teach me a lesson I’d never forget. He was right about it, too. I never forgot that first beating. Or all the others he gave me after. I do believe he came to enjoy it when he struck me down. I’d see a gleam in his eyes, kind of like the one I’d seen when he was in the throes of passion, whenever he hit me.”

Wisteria stopped and refreshed herself with a sip of tea.

“Miz Plowright, ma-am. I had no idea,” Cora said.

“Of course not, darlin’. In those days, why, a woman was barely a step above chattel.  Men’s property; bought and sold.”

“What did you do? I mean, did you stay with the Major?”

“For a while. I ran away with the children once, to my mother. But the Major followed me and dragged us all back. The beating I endured that night broke my left arm and two of my ribs.”

“I remember he went around town the next day telling everyone who’d listen that you fell down the front steps because you were rushing off somewhere in a dither,” Molly Kane said.

When Cora gasped, Wisteria patted her hand and said, “You see, Cora. We’ve all lied at one time or another about our bruises.”

“Finish your story, Wisteria,” Mavis commanded.

After taking another sip of tea, she did. “I knew I had to do something about the situation, but what? I couldn’t leave him. He’d shown me how he’d hunt me down and bring me back. Divorce was out of the question in those days. No self-respectin’ woman of the South would ever be seen in divorce court, airing all her dirty personal laundry. I finally figured out I had two options. I could stay and put up with this man I’d grown to fear and hate until he finally succeeded in killing me, or…”

“Or?” Cora prompted.

“Or I could rid myself and the children of him right then and there.”

Cora’s loud intake of air was the one sound in the room. To the question in her eyes,

Wisteria merely inclined her head.

“Yes, my dear. I killed my husband. It was the only way I could survive.”

Intrigued? LOL Preorder here for just #99cents DEATH BETWEEN THE PAGES

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#mugMonday 1.9.2023

A theme song from 2016, but relevant right now, too!! My girl Jill gave me this one. Love it sososo much. Persistence is a good word for a word of the year!

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A Visit the author Norm Harris; #audiobooks #suspense

So it’s rare when I have a gentleman visit this blog. I’ve had a few – all of them Wild Rose Press authors, and today that trend continues. Fellow Rose Author, Norm Harris consented to an interview and after it he’s telling us about the process by which he had two of his books made into audiobook offerings.

Here’s the interview first… Norm, take it away.

Norm, The Writer…

1. What drives you to write?

When I get an idea for a story I want to put it down in words shortly after.

2. What genre(s) do you write, and why?

The genres are, women’s fiction, military, thriller, suspense, legal, organized crime, science fiction-time travel, paranormal, and espionage. Why, because I am a veteran, have a legal background, read far too many Ian Fleming books, and have seen every James Bond movie many times.

3. What genre(s) do you read, and why?

Unfortunately, I do not have time to read.

4. What’s your writing schedule? Do you write every day?

The last time I wrote was the summer before last. From the beginning of April until the end of August, I wrote three novels. Then it was every day.

5. Give us a glimpse of the surroundings where you write. Separate room? In the kitchen? At the dining room table?

I have a septate room with a large Tv/monitor. I sit in a deeply padded recliner and try not to fall asleep. I bring up Word and have the keyboard on my lap and type away.

6. Are you the kind of writer who needs total quiet to compose, or are you able to filter out the typical sounds of the day and use your tunnel vision?

Because all of my books are derivatives of the stories told in rock music songs I often have music going on.

7. Do you listen to music while you write, and if so, what kind? If not, why not?

Every novel I create is based on the theme of several rock songs.  Brandy and Some Velvet Morning were for the Navy/legal thriller Fruit of the Poisonous Tree, End of the Innocence was one of the base song inspirations for the organized crime legal thriller Arid Sea, Sympathy for the Devil for the espionage paranormal thriller The Girl Who Knew Death. To name a few. I using will mention the song somewhere in the novel, but not always.

8. How did you come up with the plotline/idea for your current book?

For my current audiobook, The Girl Who Knew Death, the plot developed, in part, as a travel log of my experiences in Cario, Moscow, and Paris. I simply retold the setting. I liked the Tv series Lucifer and the song Sympathy for the Devil, the films Meet Joe Black and Death Takes a Holiday. And I got lucky. For the audio I got one of the Lucifer cast members to narrate it for me.

9. Which comes first for you – character or plot? And why?

Because my books are the Spider Green Mystery Thriller Series the character comes first. I come up with a plot and put my protagonist into the plot.

10. What 3 words describe you, the writer?

Creative, funny, and smart.

Norm, The Person

  1. Tell us one unusual thing about yourself – not related to writing!

It would be my dry and warped sense of humor. I am a regular comedy act at work every day.

  1. Who was your first love and what age were you?

I do not recall. I am going to guess my mom on the day I was born?

  1. If you could relive one day, which one would it be? Think GROUNDHOG DAY, the movie for this one – you’ll have to live it over and over and….

Perhaps the day my son K-K graduated from law school;. He worked so hard over the years to achieve it. On that day he was so happy and proud of himself it is not a day to forget.

  1. What’s one thing you love about your significant other?

I don’t have one of those. But I am not opposed to finding one.

  1. If you had to give up one necessary-can’t-live-without-it item, what would it be?

The race car I have owned for the past thirty years.

  1.  If you could sing a song with Jimmy Fallon, what would it be?

You are so Beautiful.

  1. If you could hang out with any literary character from any book penned at any timeline, who would it be, why, and what would you do together?

Ian Fleming inspired my books. My protagonist Faydra Green is the female James Bond. I would ask Ian to review one of my books and I would discuss writing with him while sipping martinis…shaken, not stirred; Three measures of Gordon’s, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet, shake it over ice, add a thin slice of lemon peel.

I love the Actor’s Studio show on Bravo, so this is my version of it:

  1. Favorite sound


  1. Least favorite sound

When the garbage truck backs up beep beep beep.

  1. Best song ever written

Go Your Own Way    Fleetwood Mac and Dirty Paws …Of Monsters and Men and Brady…Looking Glass and Sympathy for the Devil…Stones is the best song ever. 

  1. Worst song ever written

It’s so bad I don’t know it.

  1. Favorite actor and actress

Jennifer Lawrence and Bradley Cooper. And John Wayne.

  1. Who would you want to be for 1 day and why? ( It can be anyone living or dead)

Biden so I could straighten out some of the things he has screwed up.

  1. What turns you on?


  1. What turns you off?

Idiot drivers

  1. Give me the worst 5 words ever heard on a first date ( here’s mine: “Is that your real hair?”)

“Pick me up at the halfway house.”

  1. What’s your version of a perfect day?

A day when I make it start to finish without a problem occurring.

Audiobook production:

The production of the audiobooks were easier and faster than writing the novels they were produced from. I self-produced Deception Pass and The Girl Who Knew Death using ACX and the Audible/Amazon option. The process included first choosing a contract/royalty option with ADX. Next, a short excerpt is submitted for auditions. Once the auditions are received a narrator is selected. A contract between the producer and narrator is agreed and signed. The narrator’s fees have been agreed upon. I chose a royalty split and an hourly fee for narration. The narrating fee is hourly. It is arrived at by dividing 9,300 into the total manuscript words. If the narrator is charging $100 per hour then the resulting narration fee is the result.

The narrator next delivers a 15-minute sample. When approved, the production begins. When finished, I review the total audio and if satisfied I sign off and the narrator is paid. Amazon and Audible review and approve the audio for sale. Both create a web sales site. Because my e-books and paperbacks had Amazon sales pages the audio was added.

This is a very simple process. One that is much faster than the creation of a novel.

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Norm comes from a family of authors and publishers. In 1830 Great grandfather, several times removed, Martin Harris published the first printing of “Book of Mormon.” Later Norm’s son K-K wrote “Drones-Proposed Standards of Liability”, published by the Santa Clara High Technology Law Journal.

With writing and publishing in his veins, Norm created a fictional Spider Green Mystery Thriller Series in both print and audio-book versions. Norm Harris’ first novel debuted on an Amazon bestseller list over ten years ago. It was a one-and-done, but he returned to writing two years ago with a plan to publish the mystery/thriller of days gone by.

Except for time spent in military service, he is a second-generation Seattleite (that’s what they call those who dwell in the shadow of Mt. Rainier), with his legal beagle son, K-K, and five giant tropical fish. Norm’s stories spring from his memories of people who he has met and the places he has visited as he traveled the world. Diversity, inclusion, and equality are foremost in each story.

“Fay is an admirable, tough, brilliant protagonist.” said one reviewer. Said another, “Lt Commander Faydra Green … is a “take no prisoners” protagonist…” While Norm’s agent suggested protagonist Faydra Green reminded her of James Bond.

Thank you for listening and reading and if you enjoyed the stories please consider leaving a review!


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I’m starting something new this year on Fridays – I’m going to post the first line from one of my books to bump up my backlist profile.

So here’s the first one from my very first book SKATER’S WALTZ, published in 2015.

I definitely got better the more books I wrote, lol!

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#wednesdaywisdom 1.4.2023

My mantra for 2023….let go of the small stuff that clutters your life and concentrate on the big picture.

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#mugmonday 1.2.2023

Because I’m, you know… a writer! LOL

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My 2023 Word of #Inspiration…


I will be unstoppable in the pursuit of my writing career for 2023.

More in-person events

More books written and released

A new publishing contract

A new publisher

More reader engagement

Increase social presence

I am, unstoppable.

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Photo of the day, day 365

The final picture of my year-long event!!! My favorite Christmas present ( that I bought for myself!!!)

It’s been a long year and as I look back on all the daily photos I’ve put up, I can remember some great times and some sad ones. Here’s hoping 2023 is a better, healthier, richer, and safer year than 2022! Thanks for taking this photographic journey with me!

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Photo of the day, day 364

I’m so making these next year for the nieces and nephews! Little candy sleighs. So cute

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A #bookthrone Social Media follow & a chance to win a $250.00 Amazon GC!

I’ve teamed up with my favorite promo site, Bookthrone, and together with a host of other authors, we’re sponsoring a SOCIAL MEDIA FOLLOW giveaway! Click on the landing link below, follow the instructions for following the authors, and then you’ll b entered in the giveaway!

And of course, please support the authors with your follows and book buys! My Dickens Holiday Romance, FIXING CHRISTMAS is featured in the promotion.

Here’s the landing link: SOCIAL MEDIA FOLLOW and good luck!!!


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Photo of the day, day 363

So, for the holidays this year, we decided to take Maple Leaf with us instead of putting her in a kennel because of her torn ACL. She’d never traveled so far in the car before, and she reacted well. I did feel, though, like someone was always watching me while we were driving, LOL

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Photo of the day, day 362

So I had to post this picture because this angel just came to me right before Christmas. My dear friend, Jill, was recently in Italy and brought this angel back for me knowing 1. I love angels, and 2. I collect ornaments from wherever we go. She truly is a ride or die friend!

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Photo of the day, day 361

So I bought myself this little alarm clock so I could do writing sprints. If you look at the top of the clock, between the two bells, is a hammer. This is how it chimes when you set it. If I don’t get frustrated and throw the thing against the wall, this might truly pan out for me! LOL

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Photo of the day, day 360

So, two pictures today – a before and after, of sorts, lol!

35 years ago on a veryveryvery cold December 26, I said “I DO” to this man for life.

We’ve had a lot of laughs, a lot of tears, and a couple of relationship crises, but through it all, we can truly say, we made it.

One beautiful daughter, an amazing son-in-law, and a grandson who is the love of our lives later, and we are still here, together, stronger than ever.

Literally, my ride-or-die for eternity.

and aside from my huge arm, I think we look pretty damn hot!

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My Christmas wish for you…

When I was a kid, my grandmother ( whom I always had a tortured relationship with) told me to make a wish every Christmas Day because it was Jesus’s birthday. I would counter that he really should make his own wish since it was, you know, HIS birthday. She’d cuff me on the side of the head, tsk, and explain that on his birthday, Jesus granted wishes.

To this day, where she got this notion, I have no idea. It doesn’t say this in the Bible. Anywhere.

But, if I argued further I’d get another cuff, this one harder, and then be sent to my room, so I caved and said, “okay.”

Every. Friggin’. Time.

A hundred years later, and I still don’t know where she got this idea, but I’ve incorporated it into my Christmas morning prayers for decades.

One year I wished to lose 50 pounds. Didn’t happen.

One year I wished for a new car. Nothing.

One year I wished for world peace. No explanation needed.

Another year I wished for a puppy. Okay, got that one – Maple Leaf, the love of my life and the bane of my existence!

This year, I’d like to make a wish for YOU:

On this holy day of miracles, magic, and joy, I wish you:

Love – for you and from me, for everyone in your realm

Laughter – to get through the tough times and make the happy ones more enjoyable

Light – to always guide you through the darkness

Health – to keep you with us as long as God allows.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanza from my house to yours. Make your own wish on this day. It just may come true. ( just don’t wish to lose 50 pounds, ‘cuz that one never comes true!!! LOL)

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace” (Isaiah 9:6).

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Photo of the day, day 359, the 25 days of Christmas Ornaments

The 2022 Jaeger scrawny tree! Complete with family dog to the left of the tree!

From my family to yours: The happiest of Holidays, and Merry Christmas !

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Don’t lose sight of the holiday season….

Tomorrow is Christmas.

Seems like it came fast this year, but that’s because I’m getting older. I used to laugh when “older folks” said the years got quicker as they aged. Now, I’m one of the older folks, and I’m sorry to say, it’s true.

Amid all the shopping, and cooking, and baking; during the wrapping, sending out cards, and decorating; holiday parties, and holiday dressing, let’s not forget the real reason for Christmas.

We’re celebrating a birth tomorrow. And, while any new baby is a celebration, this one was – and continues to remain – one of the most important and influential in the history of mankind.

This baby was conceived so we could be forgiven our sins; this baby came into the world to spread love and light and teach the word of God, his father; this baby was born to show us the path to everlasting peace and joy.

Humble beginnings, a poor existence, and then a tragic death. This baby suffered it all for us.

So, when you are opening presents and loving that new piece of jewelry or toy, while you are eating until your pants stretch angrily across your waist, while you are spending time with the people you love most in the world ( hopefully, lol!) remember this: a child was born, and gave up his life, so you could live that life, be free of sin, and spend your everlasting life in paradise.

I fully understand not everyone believes in Jesus Christ and I respect that. But this is my belief.

Merry Christmas. Happy Hannukah, Joyous Kwanza.

Go in peace, my friends, and love one another.

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Photo of the day, day 358, the 25 days of Christmas Ornaments

My sister-in-law Mary gave this to me many years ago and it always has a center spot on the tree.

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Looking back, Looking ahead. #Romancingthegenres

It’s my turn over on ROMANCING THE GENREs and I’m talking about going backward and forward. Intrigued? LOL. Stop by and find out what the heck I’m talking about


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Photo of the day, day 357, the 25 days of Holiday Ornmanents

My ride-or-die crew

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A #bookthrone #Booktok #tiktok builder #entertowin #rafflecopter

I’m part of this fabulous giveaway since I recently took the plunge and joined #tiktok

Are you a tik-toker? Want to win a $100 Amazon GC ( who doesn’t??) well, just go to the landing page, follow the authors listed on their platform and you’ll have a good chance of winning!

Here’s the link: https://www.bookthrone.com/december-tiktok-giveaway Click on then scroll all the way to the bottom for instructions. You can also just click on the books shown to follow the authors – that’s the easy way!!

My #holidayromcom FIXING CHRISTMAS is one of the event sponsor books! Have you read it? It’s a goodie. Maybe you should get it for the romance reader on your holiday shopping list? Or just, gift it to yourself for a feel-good read!

Good luck and happy Tiktoking and reading over the holiday season ~ peg

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Photo of the day, day 356, the 25 days of Christmas Ornaments


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Photo of the day, day 355 the 25 Days of Christmas Ornaments

And here’s the entire cooking/baking themed tree sitting in my dining room.

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Photo of the day, day 354 the 25 Days of Christmas Ornaments

Another Anna Lee – this one is a baker mouse. Too cute.

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Photo of the day, day 353 the 25 Days of Christmas Ornaments

I love this little Anna Lee baker. Did you know the original, parent company for Anna Lee dolls was in New Hampshire? Join me daily for worthwhile trivia tips, LOL!!!!

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#Sundaysnippet THE HAUNTING OF WILTON JUNE, #pnr #romantichauntings #readromance

Hotshot movie director Wilton June is in pre-production for a new movie. The moment he sees Maison Toussaint he decides it’s the perfect setting for the film and wants to rent it. The one stumbling block? The owner isn’t sure she can let her ancestral home be used in a movie.

Botanist Jerica Toussaint needs cash – a lot of it – to keep her home up to code and her herbal healing business alive. June’s financial offer is oh-so-tempting, as is the director himself. But the house has a secret Jerica’s guarded her entire life. Can she, in good conscience, rent it to a man who may expose it?

Convincing Jerica to trust him with her home – and her secret – is no easy feat and after a time Will realizes he needs to convince her to trust him with one more thing: her heart.


“Thanks for setting this up,” Will told Genevieve the following morning when he arrived at her office.

Looking at him with skeptical eyes, she nodded and accepted his handshake.  A man who could have been her twin in the looks department stood to her right wearing a three thousand dollar suit and if Will wasn’t mistaken, the remnants of a rough day or two. Railroad track red lines crisscrossed in the whites of his eyes and the stubble on his jaw was at either an attempt to grow a beard, or he hadn’t had the compunction to shave for a while. Before Will could be introduced, the guy tugged a handkerchief from his pocket, muttered a choked, “Excuse me,” and then blew his nose twice.

“Sorry,” he said, swiping at his nose with the swatch of white. “Allergy season. Gavin Gordon.”

Will’s eyes ping-ponged between the realtor and this man.

As if hearing the unasked question, he said, “I’m her brother.” He hitched a finger toward Genevieve.

“He’s also my lawyer,” a new voice said from behind him.

One of the most beautiful women Will had ever seen stood in the doorway.

No, beautiful was too tame a word. Striking and exotic were much more appropriate.

Hair the color of a raven’s feathers at midnight – dark and sleek and shiny – fell to below her waist in a mass of curls he knew instinctively were natural. Eyes the color of tempered chocolate regarded him from across the room. The corners were tipped upward in a delicate line, her brows, the twin color to her hair, two perfect arched wings above her eyes. High cheekbones any number of actresses he knew would have killed for covered unlined skin, rosy from the Fall winds blowing about outside. The tiny indent under her lips, bifurcating her chin was the sexiest thing he’d seen on a woman in… forever.

The vision came into the room, nodded at the realtor, then moved to hug the lawyer. For an insane instant, Will grew jealous of the contact between the two of them.

“Thanks for coming down, Gav.”

“Anything for you, babe.”

“Let’s get started,” Genevieve said. Indicating a chair behind the round office table, she said, “Mr. June?”

When all of them were seated – Will on one side of the table and the three of them across from him like opposing counsel in a courtroom – he said to the homeowner, “Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me. I understand you have a few questions?”

She nodded, tossed a quick glance at the lawyer, then leaned her elbows forward on the table and folded her hands together.

When she dragged in a breath heavy with nerves, Will had the sudden urge to reach across the table, squeeze her hand and offer some kind of comfort.

“I understand you want to film a movie in the house.”

He nodded.

“That’s an unusual request. Don’t you usually film in a studio or on a sound stage?”

“I could, but I’d have to construct a prop house. Your home is absolutely perfect for the storyline of the film and it’s already standing. It would be cheaper in the long run to use an already viable structure.”

“What about my house makes it absolutely perfect, to use your words? Ms. Gordon told me you looked at six other properties that are all similar to mine. Surely any one of them would suit your… needs.”

Will couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a grown woman blush. Her cheeks turned apple-red as she spoke and he’d be damned if it wasn’t the most alluring thing he’d ever seen on a woman.

“True, but when I saw your house it just spoke to me. Screamed to me, in fact,” he said, grinning.

“Sc-screamed?” Jerica swallowed and a fine tremor started in her folded hands. “What do you mean… screamed?”

Will grinned and leaned back in his chair. “The movie I’m set to make is a modern-day love story about two people who try to solve a one-hundred-year-old murder mystery that occurred in the house where the heroine lives. Your house is perfect for the time period, aside from being huge, which is another plus, because of the size of my film equipment. After I walked through it with Ms. Gordon yesterday and got the lay of the land and the room sizes, I’m more convinced than ever it’s the perfect house for my filming needs.”

Her shoulders dropped down from where they’d been hugging her ears. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why his explanation calmed her nerves, but the response encouraged him. Leaning forward, he told her, “I know it’s a huge intrusion to have people and gear in your home, but I can assure you, we’re all very professional. And my crew is only five people plus me. And the actors, or course. I have a very well-oiled machine of people I trust and who are tops in their fields. I promise nothing will get broken or damaged, and we won’t move a thing unless we ask first.”

She tossed a quick glance at the lawyer who caught the move and nodded.

“Should Miss Toussaint agree to your filming in the house – and that’s still a big if – we would ask you to sign a separate waiver stating you’ll take full responsibility for the costs of any damage.”

“Not a problem,” Will said.

“Now, about the use-of-location contract,” Gavin said, taking a stack of papers from a briefcase that materialized at his feet. “The fee mentioned seems a little low since the house will not only be inhabited by you as a resident but your film crew as well—”

“The crew stays off-site. I’ll be the only one actually living in the house at the time of filming.”

“Be that as it may, the recompense paid to Ms. Toussaint should be higher. After all, the film will be seen, potentially, by a large audience.”

“That’s always the hope.” Will grinned.

“People who may actually want to come and see where the movie was filmed. You can see where this may pose a problem with security for Ms. Toussaint. A higher fee would enable her to employ security if needed. This is, after all, her home. We want to ensure her safety.”

Will’s gaze raked over Jerica Toussaint’s face. “Of course. What price were you thinking.”

When he named an amount twenty-five percent higher than the offer, Will hid his surprise, then did a quick mental math shuffle. He could swing the payment increase if he cut the budget a bit somewhere else.

“Okay. Consider it done.”

Surprise galloped around the table, but it was Jerica Toussaint’s wide-eyed face Will settled on.

“Anything else?” he asked after noting the glances between lawyer and client.

Genevive spoke up for the first time. “The sixth-month rent clause is ironclad. If you decide to leave, for whatever reason, before the lease expires, you won’t be issued a refund.”

“Understood. And I’m prepared to write you a check for the full amount today, as soon as you agree to sign the lease,” he told Jerica.

When she took a corner of her mouth between her teeth, that sexy little dent in her chin winked at him. In a hot second, the lower half of his body went on high alert and he was thankful the desk hid him from the waist down.

Intrigued? If you are, here’s where the book is available: The Haunting of Wilton June


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Photo of the day, day 352 the 25 Days of Christmas Ornaments

I always wanted a pink Kitchonaide ( Mine is dark blue). Notice the little Elf on my shelf there with a cooking apron on. He’s getting in mischief, I just know it!

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Photo of the day, day 351 the 25 Days of Christmas Ornaments

On every tree I have at least one angel. This is my cooking tree and this is the cooking angel, or the angel of the kitchen, on top!

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Photo of the day, day 350

And I can always find one for me, too!

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I’ve joined TikTok! What have I gotten myself into? LOL

I caved.

That’s the only way to explain it.

After saying for months that I didn’t want to add one more thing to my already filled social media experience, I bit the bullet and joined TikTok.

Why, you ask?

Well, I’ll tell ya. I happened to take an online course by the fabulous Shelby Leigh who broke down how to use it as an author and made it seem sosososo easy and relatable that I figured, why not? I had been hesitant before because learning something new again seemed daunting. But Shelby’s step-by-step instructions were so easy to understand for a techNOphobe like me, that I took the plunge.

And I have to tell you, I’ve been having a lot of fun.

Yes, it’s a lot of work, creating content, movies, posts. But it’s also a lot of fun to do! I’ve been making alot of videos of my dog, Maple, that aren’t available anywhere else, plus I’ve been doing live reading of my books. It’s forced me to do my hair and put on makeup every day, something I haven’t done since I retired, LOL!

So if you’re Tiktok-er, please consider adding me to your friend’s list. Here’s my profile link: Peggy Jaeger, TIKTOK

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Photo of the day, day 349 the 25 Days of Christmas Ornaments

So if you can add, this one’s 33 years old!

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#sundaySnippet MERRY’S GHOST #pnr #socialiteromance #ghosthunters

Today’s snippet comes from my first Magnolia Blossom Publishing books, MERRY’S GHOST.

When writer and paranormal investigator Chase Seacort comes to spend a few weeks at a friend’s Hampton getaway, all he wants is to be alone, finish his current book about East Coast hauntings, and try to put the horrid events of his past year behind him.

All thoughts about a quiet respite alone vanish when he meets his quirky, gorgeous neighbor. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty captivates him with her perpetual smile and free and easy personality.

Merry June lives a quiet life in her beach house, devoting herself to her two loves – art and photography. Once she discovers Chase’s identity, she can’t wait to introduce him to her great-grandaunt Davinia. But Davinia rarely shows herself to others.

You wouldn’t either if you were a ghost trapped between this world and the next.

With Chase’s help, he and Merry investigate the mystery that’s kept Davinia’s spirit prisoner in the house for over 100 years, and in so doing discover a history of infidelity, heartache, and murder.

When a face from Chase’s recent past puts Merry’s life in danger, he must fight two battles for the woman he’s come to love – one on the spiritual plane and one in the physical world.


From across the street, he watched her work.           

“Okay, Sam. Now open your arms wide like this.” Merry moved back from behind the tripod and extended her arms out to the sides, palms up. “Turn your face up to the sky, close your eyes, and smile as big as you can.”

Sam, all red hair and freckles and just turning eleven, did as he was told.

Merry smiled and crouched down behind the camera. “Okay. Stay that way until I say three.” She counted, snapping away as she did.

“That was great, Sam. Just great.”

The boy ran down from the gazebo steps, his smile the size of a cavern opening. “Really, Merry? Was it good?”

She laid a hand on his shoulder. “Better than good. Can I call you again if I need a male model?”

Sam lifted his shoulders and puffed out his chest with pride. “Sure thing, Merry. Anytime. You just call.”

“I will. And thanks for the soda. Thank your grandma, too.”

“Sure thing.” With that, he hopped on his skateboard and headed back towards the beach.

Chase watched her reload the camera and move the tripod to a new location, a few feet forward from where she’d been. All around her on the ground stood bags of what he assumed to be photographic supplies. Each satchel was open, and he noticed two extra hand cameras lying together next to the curb.

But it was to the woman his eyes strayed to and stayed. She was dressed as she’d been when they’d met, her feet still barefoot even though the concrete had to be scorching. With the sun shining full force down upon her head, the blondness of her hair seemed white in the bright light. Her face was free, no sunglasses to bar the glare of the sun. She stepped back from the camera, made a rectangular lens with her index fingers and thumbs, and peered into it. Chase saw her nod, once, then go back to the camera.

In rapid succession, she took numerous photographs of the aging town gazebo. It stood four square in the center of Main Street in front of the City Hall and courthouse. Against the fading red brick of both official edifices, the Victorian-spiraled, circular gazebo stood out, contrasting against them with its newly painted white facade. Hundreds of purple, pink and white Impatiens had been planted around the outer edge of it.

In all, the scene was a beautiful one to his untrained eye. He wondered how it would look captured on film from her viewpoint.

His breathing quickened as he found himself walking over to her. He hadn’t planned this, he told himself. Didn’t know if he wanted to see her again so soon. But he had no choice as his body took over his mind and propelled him toward her.

She was changing film again, securing one of the other cameras to the tripod.

“So you’re a photographer as well as a sea shell collector,” he said when he was sure she could hear him.

Her smile came first, as she folded the film into the camera. He thought it was as if she’d known he was there, watching her, all along, and had just been waiting for him to approach. Then she turned to him. The sun blasted full force into her face and she squinted against its blinding glare. She said, “Among other things.”

The cannonball that shot into his mid-section when she stared up at him made his stomach muscles tighten into tangled knots.

 Switching the cameras, she turned the tripod away from the gazebo, aiming it straight in his direction. While he stood, watching her, she bent and winked into the viewfinder.

“Going to take my picture?” he asked.

She stood up, hands on hips, and angled her head to one side. “Not unless you want me to. I’m trying to get to the Post Office before the sun moves.”

“Don’t let me disturb you, then.” He turned, intent on walking away.

“You don’t have to go,” she said, squatting down again. “I don’t mind being watched when I work.”

“Being watched?” he came towards her, hands in his pockets.

“Hmmm.” Hands in place, she clicked the shutter. “You were watching when I was photographing Sam, weren’t you?”

Damn. She’d seen him. His embarrassment made him silent.

Merry clicked a few more shots then straightened and turned to him. “It’s okay,” she said, smiling. “Like I said, I don’t mind. Sometimes an audience is good for me. Keeps me on my toes.”

Why, he asked himself, every time she smiled like that, did he want to drag her against his body and cover her mouth with his own? Where had this desire come from? And why was it directed at her, a woman he didn’t know and couldn’t make up his mind if he even wanted to?

To hide his uneasiness, he decided to challenge it by being honest. “I saw Sam come into the grocery store. He was all excited about being photographed by you. He practically flew out of the store with your drink.”

She started packing up her gear, taking the film from the cameras and putting them into the pockets of her shorts. “Sam’s always been a ham. I first photographed him when he was seven and I found him sitting on the beach, a caramel apple dripping all over his face. His mother loved the shot so much she used it for their Christmas card that year.”

Her laugh gamboled through the air. He’d never heard a sound that was at one time so childlike yet so thoroughly seductive.

“His grandmother thinks he’s in love with you,” he said, picking up one of her bags and handing it to her.

“Thanks. Selma’s a card, smokes too much, and has a heart as big as the ocean. She loves that boy no end.”

“I thought the same thing when I was in her store.”

“Speaking of the store,” she tossed the last of the bags over her shoulder, “I’ve got to get a few things myself.”

When she went to pick up the tripod, her hand collided with his as he’d had the same idea.

Together, their fingers stayed twined around the pole for a few seconds. Neither of them had the desire to remove their grips.

The heat that Chase had felt before was now at a boiling point. For the briefest of seconds, he found himself energized by her touch, vitalized by the feel of her skin against his. It was almost like being struck by lightning.

“Where’s your car?” he asked, barely able to keep the aching going on within him banked from her ears. “You’ve got an awful lot to carry. Let me take this.”

“No car. I walked.”

“You came all this way, carrying this load, alone?”

“Sure. I do it all the time. I can manage.” The gentle tug she exerted on the pole was met with resistance. “Can I have my tripod?” she asked, a playful smile dancing on her face.

His eyebrows furrowed above the glasses. “It’s too hot to walk, ” he said. “My car’s about two blocks away. Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

“It’s okay, I can walk. Besides, I need to stop at Selma’s.”   

“I’m parked right outside her store,” he said, taking one of the bags off her shoulder.

He began walking and she had no choice but to follow.

“Are you always so bossy?” she asked, matching him stride for stride, even though she was barefoot and carrying a third of her weight on her shoulders.

“I’m not bossy,” he said, “just practical. It’s almost ninety degrees. You’d be exhausted by the time you got home, carrying all this.”

“Like I said, I’m used to it.” One arm slung over the bag across her shoulder, and she peered at him from the corner of her eye as they walked along.

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A Christmas & Holiday Bookfestival Bookish Event from N.N. Light #holidayromcom #holidayromance

Calling all holiday-themed readers! We’re celebrating Christmas and the holidays all month long at N. N. Light’s Book Heaven’s Christmas and Holiday Book Festival. 30 holiday-themed books featured plus a chance to win a $75 Amazon gift card.

I’m thrilled to be a part of this event. My book, FIXING CHRISTMAS, is featured TODAY.

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Each author shares a family holiday tradition, including me.

Bookmark this event and come back every day:


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#TeaserTuesday It’s Witch O’clock Somewhere #PNR #witches #reunitedlovers

So just approved the galley edits for my upcoming Magnolia Blossom book It’s Witch O’Clock somewhere. I lovedlovedloved writing this first lovers/reunited story about a witch and former teenage bad boy-turned-good guy. I’ve just seen the cover and it’s beautiful! I’ll share when I’m allowed to, heehee.

Twenty years ago, Barstone bad-boy Declan Wolffe, rode out of town on his motorcycle leaving the town that looked down on his family, and the only girl he’d ever loved, in his rearview mirror.

But now he’s back. Rich, successful, and determined, he’s got plans for the town. And for the girl he left behind.

Gigi Gordon has made a successful life for herself in Barstone as a real estate agent. No one but those closest to her knows she’s a 10th-generation witch and she wants to keep it that way. Her life is disrupted, though, when the boy who stole her heart rides back into town with a plan to shake things up.

Declan may have plans, but Gigi has a few of her own. The biggest one? Protecting her heart.

And now…a little teaser:

“I’m so mad I could spit.” Gigi slammed her briefcase down on her desk. “Or worse. Hit something. Anything.”

“I’m taking it the meeting didn’t go well?” her secretary, Kathy said, wincing at the force with which Gigi’s bag hit the ancient desk.

“It was actually going great until the so-called developer showed up.”

Eyes wide, Kathy stood and moved to the coffee bar. “You look like you need a cup of tea. And Weber was actually there?”

“Not his name. It’s the company’s.” Gigi plopped down into her chair and closed her eyes as she dug deep down for some semblance of calm and peace. The light incident was worrisome since she hadn’t had an outburst manifesting itself physically in years. Not since…

Don’t go there. You’ll only get all riled up again.

“So who is he?” Kathy asked as she poured hot water over the jasmine leaves Gigi kept in the office. When it was done, she handed it to her.

Gigi sighed before taking her first sip. As the warmth of the calming tea steeped within her, she looked over the top rim of the cup and said, “Declan Wolffe.”

Holy shit. D.C. Wolffe’s back in town?”

Since her reaction upon seeing him had been the same, she understood her secretary’s outburst.

“Unfortunately. And he’s the one proposing to modernize the downtown.”

“Weber was his mom’s maiden name, wasn’t it?” she asked, squinting off into the distance. “The business name makes sense, then.” She speared her boss with a quizzical eyelift. “He still drop-dead gorgeous?”

“Also, unfortunately.”

Goddess. How she wished he’d turned old and fat and bald.

“Why is that?” Kathy asked. “It’s so unfair men get better looking and we…don’t.” She glanced down at herself, shook her head.

“Stop. You’re just as gorgeous as you were in high school. More.”

Kathy rolled her eyes. “Says the girl with the lavender eyes and the body of a Hollywood bombshell.”

I was Gigi’s turn to roll her eyes.

Kathy shook her head again and sat back down at her desk with a sigh. “D.C. Wolffe, Barstone’s very own bad boy, back in town. Talk about a prodigal. I thought for sure we were in his rearview mirror for life. Who’d’a thunk we’d ever live to see this day?”

Not Gigi, that was for sure. Although she knew, intimately knew, the bad boy persona and rep was wrong and foisted on him once upon a time by a town that didn’t take kindly to people who were different. Again, another fact she had intimate and firsthand knowledge of.

On that summer day long ago when she’d watched the back end of his motorcycle shoot away from her as she stood in her front yard with tears streaming down her face, she thought she’d never see him again.

More to come when I’ve got a cover and a release date to share!

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#sundaySnippet THE SHERIFF & THE PSYCHIC #PNR #cowboys

So, I’m still hawking my online Holiday Book store ( shameless self promotion, lol!)
Today’s book is the 2022 first-book-in-the-Welcome to Renewal- series, THE SHERIFF & THE PSYCHIC. The title is kinda self explanatory about what the book is about, no? Hee hee. But just in case you aren’t sure, here’s the blurb before the snippet.

Police Psychic Silvestra Coeltrain comes to Renewal, OK to visit with old friends and to heal. After a year in which she was tested physically, mentally, and psychically, all she wants to do is sleep, fish, and bask in the tranquility of the sleepy town.

Sheriff Caleb Blackbear doesn’t understand the feelings he’s quickly developing for Renewal’s newest visitor. She responds to his kisses with a passion that equals his own. But she’s an enigma, filled with secrets and evasions, and he’s a suspicious man.

When several of the local ranches begin losing cattle to a mysterious illness, it’s Silvestra who claims the animals are being methodically targeted and killed. As Cal’s investigation zeros in on who and what could be slaying the animals, the murder of a prominent rancher’s daughter – and Cal’s former lover – complicates things. With Silvestra’s life now in danger, Cal is determined to keep her safe at any cost.

But can he?

“Want to dance?” Rising, he put his hand out for hers.

To Silvestra, it didn’t sound like a question, more a command. Especially when he stood waiting for her.

As Cal led her to the dance floor, she noticed the questioning stares and whispers behind hands as they made their way out to the middle, joining the other couples ready for a night’s fun.

“I think I should warn you I’m not very good at this,” she confessed when he took her in his arms.

The corner of his full mouth twitched upward. “Just follow me. It’s easy after you go around a few times.”

Shy tried to concentrate on his explanations, the direction his feet were taking, but acknowledged with regret, that she had more difficulty than usual. Being in arms that were as strong as steel traps, but she knew could be as gentle and soft as a feather, made focusing a hard task. When they should have been watching his feet, her eyes were drawn to where their hands were joined. The small hairs peeking out from under the plaid cuff, the length of his fingers, straight and taut against hers, took her breath away.

Cal maneuvered around the floor, keeping time with the music, quietly instructing her what to do with each turn. Soon Shy found herself enjoying the dance – and more- enraptured by the man holding her.

Shy’s head whirled. Touching him, being touched, made her mad with longing. She imagined just what it would feel like to have those long, powerful fingers massaging her naked flesh.

Stop it. This can’t be and you know it, so just stop your fantasizing right this instant.

Regret competed with the longing, one emotion proving stronger than the other.

The beat of the music quickened, as did the dancer’s steps. Silvestra laughed as Cal swirled her around the floor. In one move, he effortlessly twirled her to the right with a flick of his wrist at her waist. She felt as if her flesh had been seared and branded.

Spinning back into his arms, Silvestra stopped short, her body slamming hard into Cal’s chest. Instinctively, her hands came up, bracing, on top of his shirt. She could feel his heart hammering, felt the shifting of his rib cage with each breath. She sensed the pulsing of her own blood when his hands came up to enclose her wrists. Head tilting, she found raven-colored eyes burning and bright with an urgent need equaling her own.  Insides quaking, she tried desperately to quell the passion surging within. But gazing into those dark mirrors, the small glimmers shifting within them, burning into hers, Silvestra had no will to silence them.

They stayed this way, rooted, each oblivious to the rest of the crowd surrounding them.

Time didn’t move.

Eventually, Cal took a deep breath, his gaze never turning from Silvestra’s face. “Not bad. I thought you said you didn’t dance well.”

Shy shook her head.

“I don’t,” she said, breathless. “You’re a remarkable teacher, Sheriff.”

Cal’s lips twitched again, a gesture she found herself coming to expect from him.  A hidden mirth, rarely shown, but one, Silvestra knew, he felt comfortable displaying to her.

“Want to go another round, or would you prefer to sit this one out?”

The desire to stay exactly where they were weighed heavily. When Shy glanced around and discovered they were the sole occupants of the dance floor, a deep flush flew up her cheeks.

“I think I’d like to have that lemonade now,” she said.

He nodded and silently led her back to the table, empty now, as Jake and Mabel made the rounds of their friends.

Intrigued? Lol. I hope so. You can order a print copy from my online website bookstore for a discount, here: TSATP or an ecopy for just #99cents everywhere digital media is offered online, here: SHERIFF


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