Preorders, book links, &promo ( Oh, my!)

Do you hear the tag line to the Wizard of Oz when you read the title of this blog ( Lions, and Tigers, and Bears! Oh, my!)

Heehee.

I digress….

I’ve already posted that TODAY, TOMORROW, ALWAYS (A Match Made in Heaven, bk 2) will be released into the romance reading world on December 4. I finally have the 3 major purchase/preorder links available, so here ya go:

Lawyer Cathleen O’Dowd wants to break free from her boring image. Widowed young, she’s toed the good-girl line but now wants a little fun and laughter in her days…and nights. Living in a small town, though, she can’t do anything that would tarnish her professional reputation.

Mac Frayne’s tragic past has turned him into a sullen loner. In town to write a book on the city’s founder, his plan is to get it done, then head home to his solitary existence.

When circumstances force them to work together, their opposing personalities clash, but the sexual attraction between them is palpable.

Can a simple affair with an end date be just the thing to brighten up their lives?

Preoder/Purchase Links:
Amazon // B&N // AppleBooks(Itunes)

Available in Ebook and Print!

Can you tell I lovelovelove this cover!!! hee hee

Until next time ~ Peg

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Something new for me: A Wild Rose Press BROTHER!

I usually promote all my sistahs from the WRP, but today I’m pleased to introduce to a new member of the Rose Garden – a brother! 

Robert Herold has just released his first book w/WRP and he very graciously dropped by to tell us all about it – and all about him, too! Sit back and learn about  the writer of THE EIDOLA PROJECT.

 

Robert, The Writer 

  1. What drives you to write?

It’s a blast. I started writing television pilots a few years ago and won some notoriety, but things weren’t going any further, so a mentor suggested I try writing a novel. I love it! The Eidola Project is my first novel. My second is at the editor, and I’m 100 pages into writing number three.

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

Paranormal/horror. I don’t strictly write romance, but there are definitely romantic elements (sometimes steamy) in my books. Supernatural tales have always held a fascination with me. (See my bio.)

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

I read broadly, not strictly romance, but I feel it is a key to the success of most fiction books, films, and television. I am in awe of many romance writers. They have their chops together and know how to engage their readers.

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

My day job is a middle school history/social studies teacher, hence the historical setting (the 19th Century) for The Eidola Project. Teaching is pretty demanding and I play music (sax & flute) with at least one group in the Seattle area, so I grab writing time whenever I can manage it during the week, and especially on weekends and holidays.

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

I have a lair downstairs in the basement filled with kitschy collectables and lots of books! I also write on the main floor when I want a view of the outside.

  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’m able to filter out a good bit of distraction, which is necessary given my chihuahua (Jangles, The Wonder Dog) is always barking. I think he’s making editorial suggestions!

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

I used to do so, quite a bit, mostly jazz and classical, but lately I haven’t. Jangles’ barks are music to my ears (not)!

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

I’m currently working on two books. I am at the editing stage with the second book in the Eidola Project series. It involves the paranormal investigators going to Virginia (it’s 1885) to investigate a series of deaths being attributed to a werewolf. The book is titled Moonlight Becomes You.

I’m also writing the first draft of Totem of Terror. Here, the Eidola Project team travel across 1885 America to the very NW point on the Washington Territorial Coast. They are investigating a deadly shape-shifting being who is killing the local people. I came up with the plot after taking a college course on Northwest Coastal Indians and studying their myths and legends. I wrote the story for another college course on writing for publication, but the story lay dormant for many years until I decided to incorporate it into my Eidola Project series.

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

Well, I have my team of characters who, assuming they survive, will populate the books of the series. Before writing, however, I always come up with an ending first. Years ago I used to plot every beat of a script, but I found the actual writing to be a lot less fun. Now, I know were I want to end up, then I turn my characters loose and see what happens. It’s a lot more fun.

  1. What 3 words describe you, the writer?

Creative, engaging, cinematic.(Peggy here: I can truthfully tell you no one has ever described themself as CINEMATIC here before! Bravo!)

Robert, The Guy

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

I wanted to be a werewolf as a child. It’s probably why I have a beard!

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

I was in love with Patty Duke, the actress, who had a television show at the time. I was eight years old and wrote her a love letter:

Roses are red

Violets are blue

You look the cutest

And I love you.

My parents got a kick out of it and helped me post my love letter. To my delight, Patty Duke wrote back! She sent me an autographed photo of her holding a telephone to her ear, sitting on a cushy chair, with one of her feet in the air. The picture was signed, “Thanks for watching! Love and kisses, Patty Duke.”

I was in heaven. I would kiss the photo goodnight and sleep with it under my pillow. Needless to say, it soon started to look a little ragged.

Then heartbreak struck: A new toy store opened at a local mall and I discovered that they carried a new line of Patty Duke dolls. In each package was the exact same photo, with the exact same inscription, written in the exact same way. It had been mass-produced.

It took me years to recover.

3. 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….

Well, the premise of the film was that Bill Murray’s character needed to relive it repeatedly until he got it right. I believe I got it right in marrying my wife, Ruth. I proposed after a month of dating, and we’ve been married for 38 years!

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

Ruth is smart, sexy, funny, and caring. I can’t place one of these above the other. If I need to pick one thing, I’d say her as a whole!

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

Fried oysters. I love ‘em.

6. What three words describe you, the person?

Caring, creative, fun-loving.

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

The Monster Mash

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

I tend to fall in love with many of the women I read about. So, I guess it would be the female protagonist in whatever I’m reading.

What would we do together? Well, let’s just say, don’t tell my wife.

Bonus round

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

  1. Favorite sound. An amazing jazz solo or jazz vocalist.
  2. Least favorite sound. My chihuahua’s barking!
  3. Best song ever written. “It’s Crazy, But I’m In Love,” performed by Sarah Vaughn & Clifford Brown
  4. Worst song ever written. MacArthur Park
  5. Favorite actor and actress. Jimmy Stewart & Donna Reed in It’s a Wonderful Life
  6. Who would you want to be for 1 day and why? (It can be anyone living or dead) Shakespeare. I’d like to share a bit of his genius.
  7. What turns you on? My wife.
  8. What turns you off? Mean people.
  9. Give me the worst 5 words ever heard on a first date ( here’s mine: “Is that your real hair?”) “I just wanna be friends.”
  10. What’s your version of a perfect day? Making love with my wife, walking the dog, my book is announced as a best-seller, writing a new chapter for my latest book, having a delicious dinner, seeing an outstanding play or musical in the evening with my wife.

And now, as promised, here’s a little sneak peek at THE EIDOLA PROJECT

 

It’s 1885 and a drunk and rage-filled Nigel Pickford breaks up a phony medium’s séance. A strange twist of fate soon finds him part of a team investigating the afterlife.

The Eidola Project is an intrepid group of explorers dedicated to bringing the light of science to that which has been feared, misunderstood, and often manipulated by charlatans. They are a psychology professor, his assistant, an African-American physicist, a sideshow medium, and now a derelict, each possessing unique strengths and weaknesses.

Called to the brooding Hutchinson Estate to investigate rumored hauntings, they encounter deadly supernatural forces and a young woman driven to the brink of madness.

Will any of them survive?

Excerpt:

Sarah retrieved the lamp and twisted the peg. The outhouse door swung open on its own, and she gasped.

“Momma?” Sarah asked as she held out her lantern.

No. A ruined version of Molly stood in the doorway. Before her disappearance, people often commented on the sixteen-year-old’s beauty, but in the last twenty-eight days birds pecked out her pretty blue eyes, and maggots now swam in the sockets. Molly’s head hung to the left at an odd angle. Her skin looked mottled with patches of gray, blue, and black. A beetle crawled out of Molly’s half-opened mouth and darted back in.

Sarah’s heart leaped to her throat, and she jumped back. She lost her footing, fell onto the outhouse seat, and dropped the lantern to the floor. She bent to retrieve it; thankful the glass globe did not break. Sarah looked up and saw an empty doorway.

Impossible, she told herself. Must’ve dozed off, had a nightmare, and woke up when I dropped the lamp.

Her heart still pounded in her chest, and Sarah took a deep breath to calm herself.

Holding the lamp before her once more, she crept out…

Buy Links:

Amazon // B&N //  Kobo 

A little more about Robert…

The supernatural always had the allure of forbidden fruit, ever since my mother refused to allow me, as a boy, to watch creature features on late night TV. She caved in. (Well, not literally.)

As a child, fresh snow provided me the opportunity to walk out onto neighbors’ lawns halfway and then make paw prints with my fingers as far as I could stretch. I would retrace the paw and boot prints, then fetch the neighbor kids and point out that someone turned into a werewolf on their front lawn. (They were skeptical.)

I have pursued many interests over the years, but the supernatural always called to me. You could say I was haunted. Finally, following the siren’s call, I wrote The Eidola Project, based on a germ of an idea I had as a teenager.

Ultimately, I hope my book gives you the creeps, and I mean that in the best way possible.

You can connect with Robert here:

Website // goodreads// facebook // youtube //twitter //instagram // pinterest 

One more word from Robert before we say goodbye:

I’m really pleased with my 16-second animated book trailer. Please check it out at:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZovJ-MZQ5Y

Peggy here: Robert, thanks for stopping by to give a little preview of The EIDOLA PROJECT and a little glimpse into your life. Be well.

 

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#SundaySnippet 11.17.19

Well, you had to know I was going top up a little sumthin’ sumthin’ from my current book sale, didn’t you? Hee hee.

A KISS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS is on sale right now for 99cents at Amazon // iBooks // Nook. It’s a great little story to gift to the romance book lover on your Holiday list – or for yourself if you’re looking for a fun RomCom with a message to escape with for a few hours.

This scene is when Gia meets the guy who she believes is her new parish Priest.

He came toward me and I could see every ripple of muscle, every action and reaction of his gait, every blink of his eyes, as it happened. Detailed, distinct, delicious.

The bright sun shone low due to the hour, but it haloed around his form, bathing him in light.

He looked like an angel.

A dressed-all-in-black angel, but an angel, nonetheless.

“Need some help?” he asked when he was within a foot of me.

I still hadn’t moved, my fingers cemented around the ladder rungs. I couldn’t feel them anymore. Merda, I couldn’t feel anything I was so numb from just looking at him.

But I could hear. My blood, as it river rafted crazily through my temples; my heart drumming like a heavy metal band in my chest.

And his voice. Mio Dio, his voice.

When I was six I had a terrible chest cold. Wheezing, choking on phlegm, unable to cough anything up. The doctor told mama to keep me warm and hydrated and the cold would ride itself out in time. Nonna Constanza, ancient even when I was a kid, scoffed and prescribed her own old world remedy. She sat me in her lap, cooing to me with her singsong voice and held a tiny shot glass up to my lips coaxing, “Tu bevi, Gia bambina. Tu Bevi.”

Drink, Gia baby. Drink.

She tilted the glass back into my mouth and I did. I drank every drop.

I don’t remember much after. Daddy told me later I slipped into a mini-coma for about sixty-two hours, bombed out of my head from the anisette nonna had dosed me with.

But this is what I do remember. The amber colored liquor slipped down the inside of my mouth to the back of my throat and onward into my belly, tasting of melted marshmallows and warming each place it touched like a million little hits of heat popping everywhere inside me. When it reached my tummy it settled and dug in, filling my senses with the sweet flavor of mama’s Sunday morning caramel rolls and sugar.

That’s what his voice sounded like: warm and sweet, thick, delicious, and soothing.

My entire body relaxed when I heard it. My paralysis flew and my frozen-in-place digits melted.

He’d held my stare the entire time, never wavering, never becoming distracted by something else. He looked straight at me; just me. Like a missile dead-eye-aimed for a target.

“Here,” he said, moving in closer, so close I could make out the actual color of his eyes now. I’d thought they were dark and from far away and they were. But seeing them now, face-to-face, I spotted little flecks of yellow and slivery shards of gold mixed into the center and surrounded by a ring of deep, rich, mink.

If his voice was warm and soothing, his eyes were hot enough to singe, and mama mia, I wanted to be burned.

Intrigued? Hee hee. I am and I wrote it!!! Buy links are above if you are.

Enjoy the rest of your Sunday.

Until next time ~Peg

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A day trip, A snuggle-worthy read, and a book sale: my Saturday

Today I have the great pleasure of presenting a workshop to the Maine Romance Writers group. Yes, it’s a bit of a drive for me and you all know I’m not the best person for long drives in the car. But I’m sucking that up because I love this group of talented, warm, and fabulous authors and women and can’t wait to see them!.They are streaming the talk live to those members who can’t attend in person, so YAY for that!

Today, I’m also a guest on NN Light’s Snuggleworthy Readathon and A KISS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS is featured as the snuggleworthy rad of the day! Love that. The fact the book is also on sale right now is perfect for all of you haven’t read it or are thinking of gifting to a romance reader on your gift list this year.

With Christmas just a few weeks away, Gia San Valentino, the baby in her large, loud, and loving Italian family, yearns for a life and home of her own with a husband and bambini she can love and spoil. The single scene doesn’t interest her, and the men her well-meaning family introduce her to aren’t exactly the happily-ever-after kind.

Tim Santini believes he’s finally found the woman for him, but Gia will take some convincing she’s that girl. A misunderstanding has her thinking he’s something he’s not.

Can a kiss stolen under the Christmas lights persuade her to spend the rest of her life with him?

Buy Links: Amazon // Apple // Nook 

Reviews for A KISS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS 

Read a preview of A Kiss Under The Christmas Lights

Enjoy your Saturday, kids.

Until next time ~ Peg

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A #99cent #ebooksale, a kiss, and Christmas – what could be better?

So my first San Valentino Christmas book is on sale now for 99cents! A KISS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS tells the story of Gia San Valentino and her quest for a life of her own.

Can a kiss under the Christmas lights lead to a forever love?

With Christmas just a few weeks away, Gia San Valentino, the baby in her large, loud, and loving Italian family, yearns for a life and home of her own with a husband and bambini she can love and spoil. The single scene doesn’t interest her, and the men her well-meaning family introduce her to aren’t exactly the happily-ever-after kind.

Tim Santini believes he’s finally found the woman for him, but Gia will take some convincing she’s that girl. A misunderstanding has her thinking he’s something he’s not.

Can a kiss stolen under the Christmas lights persuade her to spend the rest of her life with him?

Available at Amazon // Nook // ibooks for just 99 cents!

Get a copy for the romance lover on your Holiday gift list this year!

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A Runaway Reality TV star, life choices, and the decisions we make…..

If you’re lucky, once in a lifetime you meet someone you just know you were destined to meet. Author CHERI ALLAN is one of those people for me. We met when I joined my local RWA chapter and from the first time we spoke, I was drawn to her humor, her perfect sense of self, her warmth, and her talent as a writer. Cheri’s got a new romance book out and she graciously spoke with me recently about how she came to write it. Sit back and meet my friend and ubertalented author, Cheri Allan as she tells us a bit about THE RUNAWAY CUPCAKE QUEEN.
Cheri…..
THE RUNAWAY CUPCAKE QUEEN

Just give me a minute…

You know those moments in life when you want to press the pause button just to catch your breath? That was a rhetorical question, peeps. I’ve had three straight years of pause-button-pounding moments. I don’t know an adult out there that isn’t jamming that pause button like a toddler hopefully clicking an empty Pez dispenser. As a woman firmly positioned as the squish of the sandwich generation, my desire for a moment to just catch my breath spilled over into writing THE RUNAWAY CUPCAKE QUEEN. So if there’s a lot of wine drinking and hysterical laughter, you’ll know that’s hella authentic writing right there.

Sure, I may not be an ex-beauty-queen or reality dating show contestant, but the theme of “what if I had the opportunity to run away for a little while?” is central to THE RUNAWAY CUPCAKE QUEEN. Helen Walker finds herself fleeing paparazzi and hiding in the back of a car in a dimly-lit parking lot–definitely a “just give me a minute” moment–when she suddenly gets an opportunity to escape.

Spoiler alert: she grabs that chance with both hands and her unnaturally white teeth.

What follows, though, is a road trip of discovery as Helen and Jack find what’s missing in each other and what they’d buried in themselves. I adore this book, because it was my chance to breathe and laugh again despite the craziness of this life, and I hope it’s your chance to get away for a while, too. So, grab a cupcake and maybe a glass of your finest boxed wine, and escape to your happy place.

When life and love take a detour…

Helen Walker, aka the Alabama Cupcake Queen, is poised to be the next star of TV’s most popular dating show, Happily Ever After. But after being dumped on last season’s live finale, she’s not sure she can take any more humiliation. All she ever wanted was to escape small-town Alabama, the grief of losing her mother, and an engagement to the cookie-cutter southern boy everybody loves. It all holds as much appeal as vanilla buttercream on stale cake.

When a reality TV show turns Jack Adams’ hometown into a three-ring circus, he leaps at the chance to escape for a long weekend in Pennsylvania at his best friend’s wedding. A solo drive and time away are just what he needs to regroup and get his derailed life back on track.

Everything changes when Jack discovers an ex-beauty-queen hiding in the back of his car, fleeing responsibility, paparazzi, and her future. She convinces him to take her along, but how can he figure out his life when his new passenger is determined to avoid her own? Together they discover that a road trip of detours can sometimes be the journey home.

EXCERPT:

“If we’re going to be spending the next few days together,” he said, “we’re going to have to come up with some ground rules. Number one: stop overthinking everything.Number two: stop trying to fix me. I’m not broken. And number three…”

“Yes?”

“I want it clear from the outset that if I kiss you, it won’t be because I’m trying to get back at Jenna or trying to distract you from talking. It’s because you’re hot, and I’m alive, and I want to.”

The air sucked out of her lungs with each word that passed over his lips, and she stood there, her feet glued to the pavement, winded and light-headed and incandescently hopeful.

“Oh?” she said, her body leaning toward his of its own accord.

His gaze dropped to her mouth which flooded with anticipation.

“Just so we’re clear,” he said.

“Got it.” Her mouth parted as the air grew light and fast in her lungs. “Are you gonna kiss me now?”

BUY LINKS:

Amazon // iBooks // Kobo // B&N // Google Play 

BIO:

Cheri Allan writes kissing books about love and other shenanigans from her charming fixer-upper in rural New Hampshire. She is often distracted by social media, reality television, and a menagerie of cats and dogs.  If you find her whizzing down the slopes at the nearby mountain with her family or inadvertently killing perennials in her garden, bring her coffee. She will gratefully provide the conversation and chocolate.

Her ‘Betting on Romance’ novels have been nominated for both the Carolyn Readers Choice Award and the Golden Quill. Cheri Allan romance, because life is shot, love is funny, and laughter is everything.

You can connect with Cheri here:

Website // Email // Facebook // Twitter // Instagram

Peggy here. I lovedlovedloved this book sosos much. To prove that, here’s my review: TRCCQ

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#longandshortReviews #Wednesdaybloggingchallenge 11.13.19

 

So today’s topic, A strange or useless talent I have. Are you ready? Because I’m only gonna do this once….

 

And if that wasn’t embarrassing enough….well, I guess it was! Hee hee

Let’s see what some of the other authors in this blog share can do: L&SR

Until next time ~ Peg

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#Coverreveal for A Pride of Brothers: RICK

So I haven’t just been sitting at home, rehabbing and watching Real Housewives of Everywhere shows. Well, I kinda have. But I’ve been doing other stuff too like writing new books.

I’m so thrill to share with you my upcoming first romantic suspense book from the CRIMSON Line of Wild Rose press. The 3 book series is called A PRIDE OF BROTHERS and the first it about Rick Bannerman. If that name sounds familiar it’s because he made an appearance in one of my Lyrical press books A  SHOT AT LOVE. I loved Rick so much I wanted to give him his own story, so this is it.

Here’s the cover done by the amazing Kristian Norris.

Isn’t it gorgeous??? So moody and suspense-y looking!

Here’s the official blurb:

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.

The official release date is 1.13.20. I don’t have any preorder links yet, but you know me; as soon as I do they’ll go up. The book will be available in all online venues, and in print, so YAY for that.

I’m so happy Rick found a home at the Wild Rose Press. There are two other books planned A PRIDE OF BROTHERS, so I’d better get cracking.

Until next time ~ Peg

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#WInnerWinnerChickenDinner …or, I’m trying to be humble, but it’s hard!

Sometimes I can come up with a blog post title that just needs nothing else – no post at all, just the title. Today, that’s true. hee hee.

Okay, well, maybe a little explanation.

I was notified this past Thursday that two of my books had finaled in the OKRWA International Digital Awards. One book had won, the other placed fifth!

Yowza.

The winner was CHRISTMAS & CANNOLIS in the Contemporary Novel category and the 5th winner place was DEARLY BELOVED In the same category.

This is the second year in a row I’ve won this category. Last year the winner was COOKING WITH KANDY.

To say I’m humbled wouldn’t be sufficient. In all honesty, no writer writes a story alone. My editor at WRP, Eilidh Mackenzie edited both of these novels, so I consider this win hers as much as mine! And of course, I wouldn’t be winning anything if Rhonda Penders and RJ Morris hadn’t taken a chance on a 55 year old menopausal chickita who had a dream to have a romance book published traditionally.

Yeah, it’s turning out to be a good year…what there is left of it. Heehee

Until next time ~ Peg

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#SundaySnippet 11.10.19

I put that ad image up because it exemplifies to perfection why I just love Nell Newberry. The fact she has impulse control issues is my favorite thing about her. She’s a lot like me in that regard. Says whatever pops into her mind without thinking first. Love that! In this scene she’s just come to Charlie’s apartment for the first time for dinner. 

He was waiting for me at his apartment door after I’d checked in with the doorman. A lifetime of watching my mother be a guest and hostess had instilled certain behaviors in me, not the least of which was to always bring along a gift whenever I was invited to someone’s home. I carried a bottle of white wine in one hand, a pastry box filled with cupcakes I’d stopped to buy in Penn Station in my other.

“You didn’t have to bring anything,” Charlie said after closing the door behind me. He took both items from my outstretched hands than bent to give me a quick kiss on the mouth, like an old friend would.

My pulse tripled when his lips met mine.

“I wanted to make sure we got a real dessert this time,” I said, deadpan.

I almost tripped in my flat shoes while standing in place when his fabulous lips curled upward and the corners of his eyes narrowed into two devilish slits.

“We, or you?” he asked.

I simply smiled.

With a shake of his head he turned and, over his shoulder, said, “Come on back”

His apartment was in one of the historical, 1940’s brick structures you see all the time displayed in architecture magazines. Ten-foot ceilings with windows that ran from floor to crown molding across entire walls, and spacious rooms that over looked the upper west side of Manhattan.

“You’ve got a great view of the Park,” I said as I passed what had to be the living room. From twenty stories up I could see clear across Central Park to the East side. The trees were lushly leaved and in full bloom, and the perfect early twilit sky shimmered across the horizon. “Beats my view of the Hudson River any day of the week.”

I made my way into the kitchen, where I stopped dead in my tracks.

The building may have been old, but Charlie’s kitchen was anything but. Light gunmetal in color, the fixtures and appliances were all steel, shiny, and sparkling clean. A center island with comfortable looking barstools underneath it held a platter of cut fruit and vegetables on a serving dish, tiny plates next to it.

“Are you expecting more people for dinner?” I asked.

From the refrigerator he turned and cocked his head, a quizzical look on his face. “No. It’s just us. Why?”

I pointed to the platter. “This is my fiber allotment for the month.”

Even though he hadn’t opened the wine yet, I got drunk on the sound of his laugh: full bodied, deep, and rich, it filled my senses and had my girlie bits pulsing like a Quartz timepiece.

“You know how it is with crudité.” His lopsided grin peeked through his beard. “One carrot can look like an entire bunch when it’s cut. The same for apples and peppers.” He moved to the range and stirred something in a saucepan that smelled like Heaven and made my taste buds stand at attention. Then, he placed the spoon down on the counter, lifted the wine bottle and an opener.

He had a dishtowel tucked into the waistband of his pants and a sudden flash of him naked, with just that little piece of cloth covering him from hipbones to the tops of his thighs blew across my mind. I was glad his concentration was centered on his task because my face heated to what had to be lobster red at the thought and I didn’t want to have to explain the reason for the blush.

Intrigued? Well, you can read the rest of the book here: IT’S A TRUST THING.

Happy reading.

Until next time ~ Peg

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