#TeaserThursday 6.18.2020

Since this book comes out in 13 days, I figured a few lines from its pages would be a good teaser for today.

Here’s the blurb so you know what’s what:

Waking up each day is a gift….

On her 21st birthday, someone slipped a potent drug combination into socialite Aurora Brightwell’s champagne putting her in a coma for the next ten years. It’s been a long road back, and it’s time to reclaim the life she lost and find out exactly what happened on that fateful night.

Financier Kincade Enright has his own reason for helping Aurora discover who poisoned her, but for the time being he’s keeping that – and his true identity – to himself. What he can’t keep hidden though, are his growing feelings for the one-time paparazzi darling and party-girl.

When this prince of finance joins forces with the former sleeping beauty, nothing can stop them from finding the answers they seek…or prevent the powerful emotions developing between them as they search for the truth.

And here’s the teaser:

“Sorry I’m late,” I said when I met Cade at The Smith on Friday evening. “Traffic was ridiculous. I hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

“I offered to pick you up,” Cade said, rising from his seat. He took one of my hands in his and bussed my cheek. “But you insisted we meet here.”

“It just made sense from a travel standpoint.”

The waiter held my chair for me to sit; a server immediately filled a water glass.

“I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of wine,” Cade took his own seat across from me. “I hope you don’t mind.”

I flittered my hand at him. “Not at all. A glass of wine sounds great about now.”

While the sommelier appeared instantly at his side, I took stock of Cade.

Or more accurately, Cade in a tuxedo.

A well fitted, expensive-as-sin, double breasted, midnight black tuxedo, complete with a bow tie I knew without a doubt wasn’t a clip on.

The man had been a walking advertisement for yummy in the suit he wore to the auction. But a tuxedo increased his hot and sexy quotient to a level I don’t think I’d ever graded a man on before.

He wore it as if he’d been born to it.

He wore it as if he’d been born in it.

The deep, inky color set-off the green in his eyes, deepening them to an unrefined, natural jade.

While he lifted his glass and sampled the wine, diamond cufflinks on his wrists winked in the dim, mood lighting around us.

This man oozed class and wealth from every pore.

He gave a quick nod of acceptance then waited while our glasses were seen to.

“Alone at last,” Cade said, the corners of his lips lifting. We clinked glasses, sipped.

“Oh that’s nice,” I said, the dry, slight citrus flavor dancing over my palette and making my taste buds hum. “Good choice.”

“I’m glad you like it.” He lowered his glass then leaned in closer across the small table and took my free hand. “You look lovely tonight.”

Something warm settled in me and I don’t think it was the wine. Flirty Rory showed herself as I cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Only tonight?”

His smile was quick and devastating. “More so tonight than usual.”

Intrigued? Or should I asked, teased? Hee hee.

Here’s the buy link if you’re so inclined to read more:  Amazon

Until next time ~ Peg

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Getting back to normal…or what looks like normal, but really isn’t….

Heck of a blog title, isn’t it? Confusing? Yup.

So let me ‘esplain.

First, please know that I started self isolating before it was a “thing” where I live. From the first time I heard about Covid, back when it was simply called Coronovirus, in late January, I had a premonition a shit storm was coming, so I stayed home starting in February, after first stocking up on enough medical supplies, non perishable food items, and other things, to last a while.

Then the order to stay home came and, since I already was, my life didn’t change much.

Oh, there were a few things like going out to eat, and attending church that did, but we were able to do Door Dash and drive by pickup so we did get to eat some things other than what I cooked a few times. Not many.

One thing we didn’t do was attend church, though, because the Catholic diocese in my state ordered the churches to close.

For the first time in my memory the Church put personal safety ahead of religious practice.

Now, not attending actual Mass for almost 3 months was something I hadn’t done since my confirmation at the age of 11, so when this past weekend the diocese finally did open up again, of course Hubby and attended.

We were masked ( as we are anytime we go out the door now) and we were delighted to find that the Knights of Columbus volunteers were directing people where to sit ( 1 pew apart, only 2 people in a pew) the Priest was masked during communion, he sanitized his hands after every giving of the host, and the host itself was airdropped into the parishioners’ hands. No “shake of peace” – a practice I don’t like on non-pandemic days for sososo many reasons, and no processional out the door with a priestly handshake.

Yes, it was weird. Yes, it was different. But it was safe and sanitary, so…

As we drove home we spotted most of the restaurants in our tiny town opened again with only outdoor seating. I felt good about the fact so many people were seated and dining – good for the owners of the restaurants because I know how they were struggling and good for the servers because they were back at jobs instead of foundering on unemployment. All the servers wore masks and even though I didn’t think the tables were exactly 6 feet apart, as least they weren’t jammed on top of one another.

So, this will be the norm for the next year or so or until a vaccine is discovered. While I will not be dining outside at the restaurants because I actually don’t like dining outside in restaurants ( personal preference) I am happy to see others don’t have the open air seating phobia I have, and I am delighted to be able to attend Mass again. Even though I pray and have prayed every day at home during this trying time, there’s something about doing in in a designated house of the Lord with someone ordained that just elevates it, in my humble opinion.

Hope your new normal is something you can live with, too.\

Until next time, peeps ~ Peg

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Jana Richards presents To Heal a Heart (The Masonville Series, book 2) #releaseday

Today, my Wild Rose Press sistah, Jana Richards, has a new book releasing, TO HEAL A HEART ( The Masonville Series, book 2) and she dropped by recently to give me a little glimpse at the story. I think you’re gonna love it!

 

 Two souls in pain, two hearts in need of rescue.

Blurb:

Garrett Saunders’ world changed two years ago on a road in Afghanistan. Back home, he feels like a stranger. As he struggles to find his place in the world, he meets a horse destined for the slaughterhouse and a woman bent on rescuing the strays of the world, including him.

Blair Greyson moves to Masonville to look after her ailing grandfather and give her rescue horses a home. Right away she butts heads with a surly former Marine. Despite a rocky start, they come to an agreement: Blair will board Garrett’s rescue horse and he’ll help with repairs around her farm.

Garrett finds purpose working with Blair—and falls in love with her. But she’s hiding a secret. Can she forgive herself and accept Garrett’s love, or will she let guilt and regret continue to rule her life?

Excerpt

“Do you remember the last summer I saw you, just before I joined the Marines? Your brothers were both working for the summer, so you came out to your grandparents’ farm on your own.”

Blair’s face grew hot at the memory. She pulled his shirt from his jeans and laid her palm against the warm, hard muscles of his abdomen. “You mean the summer I threw myself at you and you totally rejected me? No, I barely remember that at all.”

He chuckled as he pushed her shirt off her shoulders. “I was sorely tempted that summer. There you were, prancing around in your short shorts and bikini top, working in your grandmother’s garden while I mowed the lawns. You must have known you were driving me crazy.”

Actually, she hadn’t known. He’d done a great job of ignoring her and making her believe she was nothing but a nuisance. She looked up at him, tilting her head to one side. “If you were so tempted, why did you tell me to take a hike when I tried to seduce you?”

“You were fifteen, Blair. Three years younger than me and just a kid. If you’d known what I wanted to do with you…” His unfinished sentence shimmered between them.

He was such an honorable man. He hadn’t wanted to take advantage of a young girl with a case of raging hormones and too little sense. A girl who believed her only worth was in what her body could give to a boy.

“Perhaps you can show me now.” Blair slowly lowered the zipper of his pants. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

YOU can get your copy here:

Amazon // Amazon.Ca // Amazon. UK // Amazon.De //B&N // ibooks

A little about Jana…

When Jana Richards read her first romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had to commit the stories running through her head to paper, and they had to end with a happily ever after. She also knew she’d found what she was meant to do. Since then she’s never met a romance genre she didn’t like. She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World War Two, in lengths ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for fun, she throws in generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the paranormal. Her paranormal romantic suspense “Seeing Things” was a 2008 EPPIE finalist.

In her life away from writing, Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two grown daughters, and a wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga, movies, concerts, travel and reading, not necessarily in that order. She and her husband live in Winnipeg, Canada. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.janarichards.com

 

You can visit Jana here:

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#SundaySnippet 6.14.2020

In honor of my stint on LA Talk Radio the other night, today I’m offering up a little sumthin’ sumthin’ from my book A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK, my first foray into Romantic suspense lite. In this scene, Abby finally realizes that Rick means business when it comes to sticking to her like glue until her stalker is caught.

“You’re really going to spend the night? Here?” she finally asked.

“And every other night until Genocardi is caught.”

She went stone still. “He doesn’t know where I live.”

“You can’t be sure of that. Neither can I, so…” He lifted his hands, palms up.

It was a wonder blood wasn’t seeping through her lips from the intense way she was biting down on her cheek.

“Look.” He leaned a hip against the sink, folded his arms across his chest. “I know you think there’s no worry or danger to you from this guy. But in my professional opinion—and please remember what I do for a living—you can never underestimate someone who’s gone off the deep end like this guy has. He may not be targeting you, may have forgotten all about you, but I seriously doubt it.”

She sighed, snuggled the cat closer, and buried her face in its fur.

“Josh can assign someone who’ll keep you as safe as I can. But do you really want someone you don’t know following you around all day? Possibly for several days?”

“God, no. I’d hate that.”

“Then isn’t it better I’m the one? You know me. You can trust me. You do trust me, right?”

Without hesitating, she replied, “Of course I do.”

He nodded again, relieved by her answer. He pushed off the counter, took a few steps toward her, and then reached out a hand to rub the cat’s neck as she was doing.

“I know this is hard for you,” he said, hiking his voice to be heard over Moonlight’s thunderous vocal vibrations. “Being invaded, having your privacy and your quiet life infringed upon. I’d be mad, too.”

“I’m not mad,” she said. “Just…inconvenienced.”

“Yeah, I get that. It won’t be for long, though, I’m sure. Your cop buddy will find Genocardi. As soon as the threat is gone, I’ll be out of your hair.”

She stared at him for a moment over the cat’s head. “You might want to grab my law book again, Bannerman.”

“Why?”

“Your argument’s pretty solid on all levels. Almost lawyer-worthy.”

“Now, there’s no need to be insulting, Abigail.” He pulled himself up to his full height and glared down his nose at her.

He was pleased when she laughed, since it had been his intent. “Go on and do whatever you need to do. I’ve got stuff to do as well,” he told her.

With one final glance at him, she moved from the kitchen, the cat still in her arms.

Intrigued? You can purchase your own copy here:

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A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK

Elite bodyguard and P.I. Rick Bannerman’s job is to protect. He doesn’t get emotional with his clients, but when a woman from his past is threatened, his next job becomes personal.

Family lawyer Abigail Laine is the target of a client’s vengeful husband, but refuses Rick’s offer of protection. He walked away from her four years ago, and she swore to forget him.

Now her reluctance to accept his help could cost Abby her life.

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Talkin’ on the Radio!!!

So I really do hate my voice!!! hee hee.

Here’s the link to my LA TALK RADIO appearance last night on The WRITER’S BLOCK. 

It was so much funfunfunfunfun. The hosts made me feel so comfortable within the first 30 seconds and the time just flew. If you have a little less than an hour today, maybe on a lunch break, or if you’re driving, give it a listen. The questions asked were in-depth and very thoughtful and actually made me think.

And if  the interview intrigues you about the book we discussed, here are the deets for A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK 

Elite bodyguard and P.I. Rick Bannerman’s job is to protect. He doesn’t get emotional with his clients, but when a woman from his past is threatened, his next job becomes personal.
Family lawyer Abigail Laine is the target of a client’s vengeful husband, but refuses Rick’s offer of protection. He walked away from her four years ago, and she swore to forget him.
Now her reluctance to accept his help could cost Abby her life.

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Tune in! My first Radio Interview of 2020

If you know me, personally, you know two things: 1. I’m a gabber, and 2. I hate my voice.

Yeah, I know. Kinda schizophrenic, but…

Any hoo.

Combining both of those factors, I am being interviewed on the radio tomorrow night and I am sososososo excited I didn’t sleep my routine 2 hours last night just thinking about it. I will be “appearing” or rather, my voice will, on THE WRITER’S BLOCK RADIO SHOW at 7 p.m. PCT, which is 10 p.m. EST and you can figure out the ones in the middle because I hate math!

Here’s the announcement with the link in case anyone is up or has a few minutes, or want to hear how raspy my voice really is:

Author Peggy Jaeger joins us on The Writer’s Block Radio Show, we’ll be chatting about her book “A Pride of Brothers: Rick.” My questions may be “Is this Contemporary Romance or Romantic Suspense? And…”How do you write those steamy scenes?” Tune in for our conversation about the main engaging characters Rick Bannerman, Abigail Laine, and…Moonlight.
Thursday, 6/11. 7pm (PST), 8pm (MT) 9pm (CST), 10pm (EST)
http://latalkradio.com/content/writers-block

Hope you can listen in!!!!

Until next time, peeps ~ Peg

 

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#TeaserTuesday 6.9.2020

It’s fun taking a fairy tale and reworking it. That’s what I tried to do in my Limitless book Dirty Damsels, and in my indie book WOKE, which releases into the book reading world on 7.1.2020.

In WOKE, I took the premise of Sleeping Beauty and modernized it. This sleeping beauty isn’t waiting for love’s first kiss to awaken her, though. She’s a modern woman who’s grabbing life by the proverbial reins and forging her future.

In today’s Teaser Tuesday, A.J. explains a little about her life, after waking up.

When I’d first woken from ten years of immobility, the muscles in my legs had given me the most difficulty. I was confined to a wheelchair for the first six months, unable to lift to a standing position without help. When I was upright, my legs were too weak to support me. Sam and his team had worked tirelessly day after day to build my upper body strength to some semblance of normal. Once my arms were stronger and I could lift myself I was able to use a walker on my own to help my legs get back their strength.

More nights that I could stand to remember I’d broken down, frustrated at my lack of progress and in serious pain. Maeve and my mother had brokered no whining, though, reminding me often that I was a fifth generation Brightwell and strength and intestinal fortitude were our bedrocks. Maeve had massaged my aching muscles while my mother had become an expert on nutrition and health management.

My coma had been caused by an allergic reaction to the drugs I’d been given, so I was unable to take any prescribed meds for the almost continual pain. I learned to grit my teeth and work through it with Maeve and mom’s help, and today I was relatively pain free.

There’s something to be said for generational fortitude and grit, I suppose.

Intrigued? The ecopy is on preorder here, now. If you like a print book, for some reason Amazon has made that available already, here.

And because I love PINTEREST so much, WOKE has it’s very own board, here

You might like these other modernized fairy tales as well…

Dirty Damsels

What if Cynderella had a one-night stand with a man named Prince? When I first saw Cynderella all covered in soot in that sexy maid uniform, I knew I wanted to be her Prince.She’s a smart and savvy businesswoman who’s built her cleaning company from the ground up. But now that Dirty Damsels was booming, I’ve been hired to arrange a hostile takeover. But the temptation of having her was too much to ignore… We ended up spending one night together–a night neither of us will forget. Now, I want more. I need more. I want to spend every night, skin-on-skin, with my beautiful Ella. Problem is, when she finds out who I really am, she’ll never forgive me.

It’a A Trust Thing

Nell Newbery has trust issues. It’s hard to trust when you’re the daughter of a fallen financial scion who bilked people out of billions. Nell’s done everything in her power to keep away from men who see her as their ticket to fortune and fame. All she wants to do is run her ultra-successful business, HELPFUL HUNKS, in peace.

But it wouldn’t hurt to find a guy who doesn’t know a thing about her father’s felonious past; one she can give her heart to and trust it won’t come back to her battered, bruised, and broken.

Is Charlie Churchill that guy? On the surface he seems perfect, all polished manners and quiet mirth. Nell’s convinced he knows nothing about her, other than she likes superhero movies and views junk food as a food group.

Can she trust him to be what he appears to be? Or is he just pretending?

For Nell, trust is everything in life…and in love.

Until next time, peeps ~ Peg

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#SundaySnippet 6.6.2020

From my July 1 2020 release of WOKE a Sleeping Beauty redux.

Do you ever lose the art of flirtation? This little scene has Aurora thinking like that old Celine Dion song It’s all coming back to me now. 

“I was picturing the two of us playing poker.”

I shrugged. “So why the grooved forehead and squinty eyes?”

He held my gaze for a beat, just long enough for me to fidget again in my seat.

“Strip poker.”

Okay, what now?

That damn grin was gonna be the end of me, I was sure of it. Cade squeezed my hand, his lips pulling back into a wide and open smile that was so sexy and mischievous I found I didn’t really care what he’d said.

“You should see your own expression right now. I’m betting you’re torn between slapping my face and wondering if I’m kidding,” he said.

I thought he might be, but something in his manner suggested he was as serious as a heart attack.

“I don’t think you’re kidding, but…are you?”

The grin stayed in place, but the playfulness in his eyes turned on a dime to something hot and smoldering. So hot, in fact, it was a wonder my face didn’t catch fire from the flames shooting toward to me. The air around us heated and I started to stress sweat in very inconvenient places.

“What do you think?” he asked, his fingers now gently squeezing then releasing mine, the rhythm so like a heartbeat I could feel the motion thumping against my ribcage.

Desire was such an alien creature to me these days I didn’t know how to handle the sensations catapulting through my system. I couldn’t find the words to respond to him. I was so out of practice in the seduction department, for a moment I thought I’d gone mute.

Twenty-year-old Rory decided to rear her head right then in order to answer his question. She’d always been a bit of flirt and knew the secret art of just how to seduce a man into a frenzy without leaving him upset or angry when she didn’t follow through. In others words, I’d been a tease with a heart of gold, to quote one of my college boyfriends.

I relaxed my shoulders and softened my spine from its erect posture. My breathing slowed and calmed and my heart rate went from a banging drum line in my ears to the sound of a gentle falling rain.

I leaned in toward him, my gaze taking a lazy drag down to his mouth, where the corners were quirking, and then back up to his eyes, now half closed as he regarded me. I swiped my tongue across my bottom lip in a full-on and blatant seductress move. My heart rate sped up a bit again when he sucked in a breath, his own gaze now dropping to my lips.

“I think,” he bent closer so he could hear my intentionally lowered voice, “your…”—I let my fingers drift across his palm and felt a shudder sluice through him—“burger is getting cold.”

I kept leaning in for a few moments, just enough to notice his hooded eyes widen. When they began blinking in a rapid staccato, I shot him a full-toothed smile and sat back upright. Sliding my hand out of his, I lifted my sandwich, took a bite, and while chewing, tossed a smirk his way.

I may not have flirted for a while—okay, way longer than a while—but it obviously didn’t mean I’d lost any of my previous skills. Or, at least, Aurora hadn’t. A.J. might need some fine-tuning in the art of toying with a man. From the befuddled but sexy look on Cade’s face, though, it wasn’t going to be a long and drawn-out refresher course. More like a quick review.

Heehee.

Until next time, peeps ~Peg

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Please #Vote in the @Uncaged Book cover contest: September – DIRTY DAMSELS

I don’t usually put these kinds of things up on this blog – I tend to make announcements when I’ve finaled or won a contest. But this time I thought I’d try it and see if it worked ( or if I turned people off – and I’m sorry if I have!!!)

My Limitless book DIRTY DAMSELS is up for an Uncaged cover contest that may lead to being a finalist in the RAVEN AWARDS they sponsor. This is huge, peeps!

If you have a moment, please consider voting for my cover for DIRTY DAMSELS. The link is below. YOu have to click on it, scroll down to the SEPTEMBER COVERS and then click the little bubble next to DIRTY DAMSELS by Peggy Jaeger, and once you do, scroll down and hit VOTE. You vote won’t count unless you complete that final step. Here’ the link: VOTE

And here’s what the cover looks like just to refresh your memory ( or show you for the very first time, hee hee!)

Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

~Peg

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#LongandShortReviews #Wednesdaybloggingchallenge 6.3.2020

Today’s prompt, THINGS I WISH I WERE BETTER AT, could have turned into a 1000 page tome. There is so much I’m just okay at, and wish I were better. I’ve narrowed the field down to just a few for space sake – and my ego’s sake, too!

  1. Singing. In my youth and up until my 20’s I sang. I was classically trained and had a first soprano voice that even I can say was strong  and good. But since my late twenties, when I developed vocal cord polyps, my voice is much weaker and has progressively gotten worse each year until now I sound like I’ve had a night on the town smoking and drinking whiskey. A herd of hungry cats sounds better than  I do when I now attempt to reach those notes I used to reach so effortlessly.
  2. Sewing.     When my daughter was little I used to make all her Halloween costumes. On her third birthday she had a Disney themed birthday and I made her a BELLE costume ( complete yellow gown) and a Minnie Mouse costume for me.I’ve made all the window treatments in my home and I used to sew pillows as gifts. Alas, the past twenty years have seen dust gather on my sewing machine and I fear if I now attempted to sew something my lack of skills would be apparent.
  3. Keeping my mouth shut. this one is self explanatory.
  4. Not being so judgmental. Like #3, this is self explanatory and something I really need to work on so I can be better~
  5. Writing. I know I have a little talent here ( 2o books and counting doesn’t lie) but I’d really like to be much better at the craft.

That’s enough for me, because truthfully, I could go on and on.

Let’s see what some of the other authors in this challenge could improve upon, here L&SR

Until next time, peeps ~ Peg

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