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About Peggy Jaeger

I've been many things in my life,but the most consistent is WRITER.

Merry Christmas!

From my house to yours, from my heart to yours, I wish you the happiest, most joyous, loving, and peaceful Christmas days.

Today, believe in the magic of Christmas, smile, laugh, and be with those you love and who love you.

And never forget who you belong to, and with.

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#Tuesdaytease 12.24.24

The final little teaser od 2024 is from my very last DICKENS HOLIDAY ROMANCE, A CHEF’S KISS CHRISTMAS, to get your holiday celebration underway…

Amy overheard what she said, though, and commanded, “Come here, girl, and let me give you something to warm you up.” She tugged on Portia’s arm and guided her to the booth.

“Our hot chocolate is a town favorite at this event. Made with real milk and shaved chocolate, not that powder junk they sell at the supermarket.”

Tony had just turned from handing the customers waiting for their burgers their order when his gaze connected with hers across the booth.

Portia’s breath caught when he lifted an eyebrow and bobbed his head, once, toward her.

She tried for a smile but her teeth were clattering so much she worried it looked more like a grimace than a greeting. And not all of that clattering could be attributed to the frigid air. Most of it, if she was being honest, was because of the man standing in the center of the booth.

“Here, Portia.” Amy handed her a Styrofoam cup of steaming dark liquid. “This’ll get you warm on the inside for sure.”

She had no real memory of taking the cup because her attention was zeroed in on Anton – Tony  -and watching him prepare another order. No wasted movements, every flip of his hands precise and intended for the sole purpose of preparing the food.

Why the heck was that so…so… arousing?

Good grief! I’m getting hot and bothered from watching a man flip cheese onto a slab of meat. What. The. Heck??

Without thinking about what she was doing, she lifted the cup to her lips, took a sip of the piping hot liquid, and let it roll over her tastebuds. When the eruption of heat and sweet, rich chocolate exploded in her mouth, she moaned.

Loud.

Loud enough that everyone in the vicinity heard her, including the man her eyes were trained on.

While Amy and Abra laughed, the rest of her family chiming in with their own chuckles, Tony’s head lifted, brows tugging together, hands motionless as he stared over at her, worry slicing across the downturn of his mouth.

Portia stopped breathing. She couldn’t look away from him, as if hypnotized not to. She didn’t think she’d want to if compelled by forces unseen to do so.

“You okay, over there?” he asked, the rasp in his voice deep and filled with concern.

Her head bobbed, spastically, up and down. “F-Fine. This is just,” she held the cup up, “really good. And really hot.”

Amy grinned from ear to ear. “Best in the whole state. Who wants a cup?” she asked her family.

While she poured several cups and handed them out, Portia tried to get a hold of herself, all the while Tony sneaking surreptitious glances her way while he cooked.

With the rest of the group now armed with their own drinks, Colton began leading the march up to the Common again, after first kissing his mother-in-law on the cheek and thanking her.

“What’s going on with you?” Abra said, sidling next to her on the walk.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re jumpy, something I’ve never seen you be before. You’re usually the calm in any storm, the one who keeps her head when all around her are nervous or angsty. But today you’re acting like something is bothering you. Or someone,” she added, her brows lifting with the meaning.

“I told you, Abracadabra. I’m cold. I’m not used to these temps and my nerves are flayed because of it”

“Most people don’t usually get nervous because they’re cold,” her friend shot back.

“Yeah, well I’m not most people, as you well know.” She tried to instill some haughtiness into her tone.

A quick side eye toward her friend and she could tell Abra was in hyperalert mode. She suspected something was up with her agent. That determined eye glare and squint Abra was known for was full-on across her face.

Luckily, Amelia began fussing, diverting Abra’s attention.

Portia took a jagged breath in.

Saved.

For the moment, at least. If there was one thing she knew without a doubt, Abra would get back to the questions she had.

Portia needed a distraction for when that happened.

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#mondaymusings 12.23.14

Yes! I open a present whenever I get the opportunity, LOL!

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#SundaySnippet 12.22.24

Next up in my 2025 publishing calendar is PERFECT MATCH, book 3 in the HEAVEN’S MATCHMAKER series.

Third-generation matchmaker, Olivia Joyner, enjoys a 99% success rate when it comes to helping people find their happily ever afters. But her newest client is proving to be part of the 0.1 percent.

All the women Olivia have matched geriatrician Hunter Reinhart with have been perfect on paper. None of them, though, have resulted in a second request for a date, and all the women say the same thing: Hunter, although handsome and successful, is just…dull. And boring. And too reserved.

Olivia can’t understand it, because to her? Hunter is none of those things. In fact, he’s the exact opposite of dull, boring, and reserved. He’s a man she would consider worthy of marrying herself – if she was in the market for a spouse.

Which she isn’t.

Olivia needs to figure out why she can’t find Hunter Reinhart the perfect match, and it just may require her to do something she’s never done before: go on a “date” with a client.

Purely for research and educational purposes, that is.

“So, tell me, Olivia, why matchmaking?”

Okay, not the question she would have led with, but he was making an effort.

She answered honestly. “Because I’m good at it. Always have been, even when I was in school. Plus, it’s the family business. I’m the third generation of Crally women to be a matchmaker.”

His eyes widened and he stopped cutting the roll in half to stare across at her. “Your grandmother is a matchmaker?”

“Mom, too. You didn’t know?”

“About your grandmother? No. She never mentioned it or even gave any indication she was in all the interactions we’ve had.”

“Well, in all fairness, the mantle was passed a while ago. First to my mom, and then from my mom to me.” She sighed. “It dies with me, too, because my daughter has no desire to take over for me.”

“You have a daughter.” Surprise lit his eyes. “I had no idea.”

She nodded. “Freya. She’s twenty-three and just got her Master’s Degree in physical therapy.”

“You have a twenty-three-year-old daughter. How is that possible?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re what? Thirty-two? Thirty-three, tops?”

She laughed. “Okay, I know I shouldn’t have to say this, but you should never ask a woman her age on a first date. Or ever! Whether it’s a real date or fake,” she added when he began to protest. “But thank you for the compliment, and for the record, I just turned forty a few months ago.”

“Impossible. That means you had her at,” he thought for a moment, “Seventeen?”

She nodded.

“You were a child, Olivia.”

Not the first time she’d heard this from someone who didn’t know her past. “A little more than a child, I think.”

“How?”

She cocked her head, her lips twisting into a grin. “The usual way.”

He shook his head. “No, I mean…” His face pulled into a confused mask. There was no judgment in his tone or his expression, just bewilderment.

She took pity on him. “My boyfriend and I had been together since third grade and had always planned to get married after college.” She shrugged. “Freya just upped the timeline a bit.”

“You were married at seventeen?”

“Sixteen, actually. And before you say I was a child again, my mother was married at seventeen, my grandmother at fifteen. Early marriages are another thing we’ve passed down through the generations in my family.” She rolled her eyes. “And Freya broke the mold on that one too, since she’s twenty-three and single.”

He sat back in his chair, the roll and his hunger forgotten, and simply stared at her.

“Why are you looking at me that way?”

“Because I have a million other questions and I’m trying to discern if I should ask them.”

She waved her hand in the air. “Go for it.”

“Did you finish school? Go to college?”

“Yes and yes. I graduated high school as did Jon,  my husband, and we both went to college in Concord. I majored in communications before you ask.”

“Where did you live?”

“With my parents.”

“They were…okay? With your…situation?”

“I told you, young marriages aren’t uncommon in my family. My grandparents and parents helped out, all of them thrilled to have a new baby to care for. My grandfather was the town pediatrician at the time and Freya couldn’t have had better care than from him and my grandmother and my parents. My grandparents said helping raise her made them feel young again.”

“I didn’t know your grandfather was a physician.”

She shrugged. “You didn’t grow up here, so why would you? He practiced for almost forty years and was still in practice when he…died.”

“I’m sorry,” he said automatically.

“You don’t need to be. He had a fabulous, fulfilling life, a thriving, rewarding practice, married his childhood sweetheart – see a pattern here?- and lived every day of his life with joy. That’s more than most people get in a fraction of their life.”

Again, the way he was staring at her, peering at her as though trying to see inside her head and body was a little disconcerting…but…alluring, as well.

“You are a surprise, Olivia Joyner,” he said as their waitress brought out their entrees.

Preorders are up here: PERFECT MATCH. Release date is 4.9.25! I can’t wait.

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#wednesdaywisdom 12.18.24

I think a lot of us – at least I know this is true for me – have a hard time saying NO to people when they ask something of us.

As a nurse and, therefore, professional caregiver, it’s been instilled in me to answer a person’s call for help or assistance, so I truthfully could never say no.

In personal relationships, this is true for me as well. When a friend asks something of me, I do it. When hubby or daughter ask me to do something, I jump to it.

Funny thing is, when I ask something of people? No jumping. No hopping. In hubby’s case I get a usual, “I’ll get to it.” And I can’t fault him for that because he is a busy man.

Women have a tendency to not ask for help and in so doing, our time is split between everyone and everything else, leaving little for ourselves.

Learn to say no, peeps. Make 2025 a year where you practice NO. Don’t kneejerk a YES to everything asked of you. Take time to consider if you want or need to do it.

Take time for yourself.

You deserve it.

You are worthy.

You are enough.

You have agency and a voice.

Believe it and say NO.

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#tuesdaytease 12.17.24

So this one is from my next HEAVEN’S MATCHMAKER book that is releasing on 4.7.25…

Blurb:

Third-generation matchmaker, Olivia Joyner, enjoys a 99% success rate when it comes to helping people find their happily ever afters. But her newest client is proving to be part of the 0.1 percent.

All the women Olivia have matched geriatrician Hunter Reinhart with have been perfect on paper. None of them, though, have resulted in a second request for a date, and all the women say the same thing: Hunter, although handsome and successful, is just…dull. And boring. And too reserved.

Olivia can’t understand it, because to her? Hunter is none of those things. In fact, he’s the exact opposite of dull, boring, and reserved. He’s a man she would consider worthy of marrying herself – if she was in the market for a spouse.

Which she isn’t.

Olivia needs to figure out why she can’t find Hunter Reinhart the perfect match, and it just may require her to do something she’s never done before: go on a “date” with a client.

Purely for research and educational purposes, that is.

He couldn’t have heard her correctly.

Date? The two of them? Like as in date-date? That made no sense.

She was his matchmaker. The person he’d hired to find him a wife, not be a- potential – one.

Before he could say anything, she added, “Not for real, I mean. That would be unethical and I’m certain would get me kicked out of the Matchmaker’s club.”

His brow creased. “There’s a Matchmaker’s club?”

Flipping a hand carelessly in the air, she rose, saying, “Professional ethics,” as if that explained anything. “I think we should go on a fake date or two.”

Hunter shook his head, still trying to get around the fact she wanted them to date.

Fake date? Just what the hell was that?

“Now,” she crossed to her desk and lifted her table, tapped it a few times, then brought it back to the couch, reading. “When you filled out the intake questionnaire for me you indicated you enjoyed winter sports, which is good since you live here and winter’s nine months of the year in a good year.” She grinned across to him. “But you also stated you’re open to trying new things as long as they don’t involve potentially hazardous outcomes.” She lifted her gaze again. “Give me a for instance.”

He blinked a few times. Was she seriously just leaving him hanging with no explanation about the two of them dating statement?

“What do you mean, fake date?”

Liv pulled her bottom lip under her top teeth, her gaze dropping down to her tablet for a moment before rising again and connecting with his. “It wouldn’t be a real date, not in the true sense of the word and the outcome. It would be more an educational experience, from a professional perspective. We’ll pretend to be on a date and you act like you would on a real one.”

“Why?”

“Why?”

“Yes, why, Olivia. Why would we go on a date, fake or real, for educational purposes, which, by the way, I can’t even imagine the meaning of?”

Her smile bloomed quick and bright for a moment he lost his train of thought.

“I see. Well, what I mean about educational purposes is that doing this will allow me to see and evaluate how you interact when you’re on a real date. Understand?”

He cocked his head. “Why do you need to…evaluate me? You said I wasn’t the problem.”

She took a breath and he wondered if she was trying to measure her words so they’d be diplomatic.

Who was he kidding? Of course she was.

PERFECT MATCH Liv and Hunter, Book 3 in Heaven’s Matchmaker is up for preorder right now, right here

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#mondaymusings 12.16.24

For me, Charlie Brown is first, last, nad always. I have never seen a Hallmark holiday movie.

Don’t hate me for that…lol!

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SMASHWORDS end of year sale is on!!!

Just a quick note to tell you that the annual SMASHWORDS end-of-year sale is on right now, and all my widely available titles are included in the sale.

Now is your best chance to find my wide ebook collection for a promotional price at @Smashwords as part of their 2024 End of Year Sale! Find all the books on sale here: https://www.smashwords.com/shelves/promos/ through January 1!

Here is the direct link to my page and books on sale: PEGGY JAEGER SMASHWORDS

Many of my books are FREE, and some are at 50% off the list price – so bargains all around!!!

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Books as gifts…12.12.24

If you’ve been following me on Instagram FB, and tiktok, you know I’ve been hawking my online holiday webstore. I have a plethora of books I can offer for sale this year directly from me – cutting out middlepeople – and I can autograph and personalize them if you’d like, as I can’t do if you get them from a third party distributor.

So, if you’ve got a romance reader on your gift list this year, or you are part of a book exchange, this may be a fun and easy way for you to shop.

All the titles listed on the order form are $16.00 and that includes shipping and handling – continental US only, though. I can’t do Canada or overseas because of prohibitive shipping costs.

Take a look at the order form, see if there’s anything you want or you want to give. I wrap the book, add some extra freebies to the package, autograph, personalize it, and then take it to the post office, so you don’t have to do any of that.

Easy peasy!

Happy shopping, kids, and, as always, thanks for the love and support.

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#wednesdaywisdom 12.11.24

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December 11, 2024 · 3:03 am