For the past 6 weeks, I, and 39 of my fellow Candy Hearts Romance writers have been involved in nothing less than a well-organized blitzkrieg of marketing. We have blogged, tweeted, toured, read and reviewed; commented, liked, shared, followed, favored, and pretty much done anything and everything we could to promote the series – and our individual contributions to it – on social media.
And I am tired!
Don’t get me wrong – it was worth it. I loved meeting so many of my Wild Rose Press sistahs, visiting their websites, and giving them shout outs. And I am very appreciative of what they have done for me along the same lines.
But I am tired!
I’ve done no new writing during this period. Oh, I’ve done my share of blog pieces, character interviews and questionnaires for ther blogs, not to mention formatting the interviews and release day pieces on my own blog. But I’ve done nothing new pertaining to my own fiction and romance writing, No edits, no critiques, no new ideas. No character outlines or plot synopses. I haven’t sent out one query.
And, I am tired. Bone weary tired.
So, now that the novellas have all been released into the Nooks and Kindles of the reading public, I am going to sit back, take a quick rest to recharge, and then start back up on the pieces I was working on before January 1st came. I need to finish the edits on my final MacQuire book so I can submit it to my editor and I need to seriously start working on my O’Dowd family books – all 3 of them for now, maybe more in the future.
And because I am tired, I am going to try and sleep.
So, no discussion for now, just blissful slumber…unless there’s something you want to discuss. Then, I’ll make time…
3 WISHES ( A Candy Hearts Romance)
Valentine’s Day is chocolatier Chloe San Valentino’s favorite day of the year. Not only is it the busiest day in her candy shop, Caramelle de Chloe, but it’s also her birthday. Chloe’s got a birthday wish list for the perfect man she pulls out every year: he’d fall in love with her in a heartbeat, he’d be someone who cares about people, and he’d have one blue eye and one green eye, just like her. So far, Chloe’s fantasy man hasn’t materialized, despite the matchmaking efforts of her big, close-knit Italian family. But this year for her big 3-0 birthday, she just might get her three wishes.
At about five minutes of ten I was almost ready to turn the Closed sign on the door when it opened. I heard Janie’s breath hitch and turned from where I was sweeping up. Staying open late is always a risk, with the thought thieves will invade at the end of the day.
If the guy standing at the door glancing around the shop was a thief, then Dio mio, I wanted to be robbed.
About six foot, his hair was the color of a deer’s pelt, with autumnal golds and browns shot together in a glorious patchwork that grazed the collar of his jacket and curled a little at the ends. He wore a faded brown bomber jacket over a shirt I couldn’t see, but he had shoulders almost as wide as my doorway. A pair of well-worn jeans covered his mile long legs, and the fabric on the stress points at his knees was practically white.
“We’re about to close,” I heard myself say. “Can I help you?”
It was at that moment he looked over at me.
His face could have been sculpted by Da Vinci or Michelangelo. A broad, smooth, forehead housed naturally arched eyebrows I knew some of my gay guy friends would have paid a fortune to have on their own faces. His cheeks were carved from marble, high, smooth and deep. And his mouth, mother-of-God, his mouth. Full, thick beautiful lips sat perfectly over a chin with a dent you could shove a button into and have it stay put.
“Sorry,” he said, those fabulous lips pulling up a little shyly at the corners. “I got stuck at work and couldn’t get here until now. I’ll be quick. Promise.”
So here’s the thing: the guy was gorgeous. But even if he’d looked like a frog with raw antipasto smothering his face, I would have dropped to my knees when he opened his mouth. Warm honey, a shot of raw whiskey, and a little hot puff of smoke wafted from his mouth like a fine and rare brandy being decanted.
Some Reviews for 3 WISHES
Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance author who writes about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them.
Her current titles, available now, include SKATER’S WALTZ and THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME, and FIRST IMPRESSIONS books 1, 2 and 3 in her 6-book The MacQuire Women Series, published by The Wild Rose Press.
Tying into her love of families, her children’s book, THE KINDNESS TALES, was illustrated by her artist mother-in-law.
Peggy holds a master’s degree in Nursing Administration and first found publication with several articles she authored on Alzheimer’s Disease during her time running an Alzheimer’s in-patient care unit during the 1990s.
In 2013, she placed first in two categories in the Dixie Kane Memorial Contest: Single Title Contemporary Romance and Short/Long Contemporary Romance.
A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, she is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter.