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Photo of the day, day 114

Four years ago when my Mother-in-law passed away, my New Hampshire Romance writers group sent me a peace plan. It blooms twice a year. Yesterday, it did.

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MIX and MATCH is a Bookthrone Kindle Unlimited Promo Event!

I’ve partnered with dozens of authors who all have books in Kindle Unlimited to bring those books to your attention and help you win a $200 Amazon GC!

MIX AND MATCH is part of this promo because it’s listed in Kindle Unlimited- so if you have a KU account, you can read it for free AND enter to win a $200 Amazon gc and many more prizes!

Here’s the link to enter: Bookthrone

The contest runs for the next week or so, so enter today and start reading some amazeballs KU-listed books!

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Photo of the day, day 42

Thirty-five years ago I embroidered this welcome sign and had it framed. It’s been in every home I’ve ever called my own – single, first, and then married. Right now it hangs in the foyer of my house and it’s the first thing you can see when you come through the front door.

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Author Liz Flaherty looks out of the Window Over the Desk…

“Some of the joys in being a septuagenarian are unexpected. Google is one—how else did you think I knew how to spell septuagenarian? Dressing however you want is another. It’s especially fun to wear what a blonde twenty-something on Facebook assures you is completely wrong for you.” – Liz Flaherty, Window Over the Desk

Getting romance novels published is hard for me these days—not so much because I’m the age I am, I guess, or because I look the age I am, but because I sound the age I am. The editors I’ve worked with in past years are kind in their assessments, but they either say no or they edit my work to the point that it really doesn’t look so much like my work anymore.

That’s hard. I won’t deny that. But publishing a book of essays that have previously appeared in newspapers and blog posts and magazines—that’s “dressing how you want.” And the age you are. No one who reads the Window books ever mentions that I sound old.

Let me know. Do I?

In 2020, I released the first collection of Window Over the Sink columns. It was for my family, really, and to give my own ego a boost. (Any writer who says she doesn’t need that now and then is lying, by the way.)

It was so much fun.

Which is why I decided to open the Window Over the Desk. My view out this particular window is a favorite—even today, when I’m drying…things…on the clothesline. Also today, the hay bales in the field that have given me pleasure for several weeks have been gathered and stored for the long winter.

I hope the essays in this book give you some pleasant reading time over that winter. I hope they make you remember things, laugh sometimes, and refill your cup and sit down and read “just one more.”

As I mention way more often than is necessary, I’m kind of old. The years have dimmed some reflections through the window, brightened others, and changed a whole bunch of them. What a trip it’s been.

Thanks—again—for joining me on the journey.

The Woman in the Mirror

Do you ever feel as if you lost yourself somewhere along the way? If you’ve had a bad time or an extraordinarily good one, do you ever look in the mirror and wonder exactly who’s looking back at you? Because you’ve changed, and you’re not sure what to do with the person who’s there.

I’m feeling thoughty here—can you tell? I’m always, always whining about how much I hate change, yet when I look back—over bad times and extraordinarily good ones, it’s an ongoing cycle, isn’t it? It’s what keeps life new and interesting. And, yeah, sometimes awful.

But if it weren’t for change, and my kicking-and-screaming caving to it, I would:

Never have changed jobs and I’d have been stuck with working one I hated.

Never have married the man I did because he wasn’t the first person I loved.

I’d never have had a third child.

I’d have given up the first time a publisher said Nope.

Or maybe the second.

For sure by the twenty-third.

I’d have kept my hair short.

And let it go gray.

I’d still be writing longhand on lined paper and thinking I wasn’t good enough.

For anything,

So, no, I don’t always know the woman in the mirror, or, for that matter, the man I’m married to. I don’t always like either of us. There are days when I do feel like I’ve lost the person I was. Because I have. Because every re-invention in every time of life is change, it’s often hard, and it’s always necessary. I think maybe I like it.

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Retired from the post office, Liz Flaherty spends non-writing time sewing, quilting, and wanting to travel. The author of 20-some books and her husband Duane share an old farmhouse in North Central Indiana that they talk about leaving. However, that would require clearing baseball trophies from the attic and dusting the pictures of the Magnificent Seven, their grandchildren, so they’ll probably stay where they are. Liz can be reached at lizkflaherty@gmail.com or found at http://lizflaherty.net

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Return to DICKENS for the holidays with author Maddie James…

Another of my favorite Dickens’s authors, MADDIE JAMES, has just released her newest addition to the second season of the DICKENS HOLIDAY ROMANCE BOOKS, THE LAST CHRISTMAS AT HOLLY HILL INN. This is actually the third book in the HOLLY HILL INN stories.

The newest story, THE LAST CHRISTMAS AT HOLLY HILL INN is available now.

Can a couple on the verge of divorce find romance again during their last Christmas holiday at Holly Hill Inn?

“I can’t do this, Will. I can’t fake my way through the holidays just to make our families happy. We both know our happily-ever-after is a farce.”
“You could if you tried, Ava. It’s not that difficult to be nice to each other. We used to do it all the time.”
“We used to be in love, Will.”
“We still could be.”
Ava stared at him. “What are you saying? You want to call off the divorce?”
“I’m saying that I don’t think we are through, Ava. Not yet.”

Will and Ava Cohen were wildly in love—five years ago. Today, they are ships passing in the night, two professionals driven to reach the pinnacle of their professions. When Will steps in the door of their restored brownstone in Brooklyn each evening, Ava is already on stage at the Gershwin, playing the role of Glinda in Wicked.

They are calling their marriage quits—but not until they spend one more Christmas holiday together with their families at Holly Hill Inn. Traditionally, the family arrives in New York, and they all take the Christmas train to Dickens together. Will and Ava plan to share their news on the train ride back home.

That was the plan, anyway.

As the Christmas spirit of Dickens and Holly Hill Inn spins around them, Ava and Will begin to look at each other differently, and both wonder if they’ve been too hasty in deciding to divorce. Have they really thought this separation through? But the train is about to leave the station, and they are unsure if they can halt it—or if they should.

Will this really be their last Christmas at Holly Hill Inn?

Available here: LCAHHI

Maddie James writes to silence the people in her head. If only they wouldn’t all talk at once….

From flirty contemporary romance to darker erotic titles—often mixed with a dash of suspense or a hint of paranormal—James pens stories that frequently blend a variety of romantic sub-genres. The happily-ever-after, of course, is non-negotiable.

Affaire de Coeur says, “James shows a special talent for traditional romance,” and RT Book Reviews claims, “James deftly combines romance and suspense.” Maddie is the award-winning author of over fifty titles of fiction—from short stories to novels.

Learn more at http://www.maddiejames.org.

Add the book to your GOODREADS want to read list

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N.N. Lights Book Heaven BOOKISH GALA AWARDS!

Two of my favorite human beings on the planet are the husband and wife team who comprise N.N. Bookheaven. Mrs. N ( one of the best people I know!) is a fashionista. She was watching the news coverage of the Met Gala recently and…oh, well… I just let her tell it….

Mrs. N?…

The Met Gala was a couple of days ago and while I oohed and ahhhed over the gorgeous gowns, I wondered if we could do something similar for books. What would a bookish Met Gala look like? The first thing that came to my mind was book cover runway. Book covers are just like couture fashion, especially the ones that evoke emotion. I asked for nominations and below are what the readers chose. Aren’t they gorgeous?

So, Welcome to the 2021 Book Heaven Bookish Gala.

Dearly Beloved by Peggy Jaeger

Today, Tomorrow, Always by Peggy Jaeger

Baked with Love by Peggy Jaeger

A Breath of Sunlight by Sydney Winward

A Shiver of Shadows by Hunter J. Skye

Forever Winter by Amber Daulton

Hometown by Wendy Rich Stetson

Bear with Me by Marilyn Barr

Undying Embrace: A Dracula Novella by K.L. Bone

Of Snow and Scarlet: A Little Red Riding Hood Retelling by Katherine MacDonald

Just in Time: An Out of Time Story by Pauline Baird Jones

Hotel King: An Enemies to Lovers Romance by Claire Marti

Villa del Sol by Martha Reynolds

Which one is your favorite?

I personally cannot decide. Submit your winner here and next Monday, September 27, I’ll let the winner know. They’ll get a special prize from us at N. N. Light’s Book Heaven. Choose your winner: VOTE

I am so honored that all 3 of my MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN books are finalists!

Thank you, NN Light!!!

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Relationships/Partnerships on Romancing The Genres…

It’s my turn over on Romancing the genres and this month’s prompt is Relationships and partnerships. I’ve got a non-book twist on my faves.

“I love this topic/theme this month because I am a HUGE fan of movie partnerships – be they male/female, male/male, or female/female. The dictionary defines a partnership as a relationship of two or more people. For my purposes today, it’s a duo.”

Check out the rest of the post here: RTG

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Last day of a fabulous #Goddess Fish Book Blast tour!

Nancy and I are wrapping up a wonderful 5 day tour with Goddess Fish today for out Dickens Holiday Romance Prequels MAKING CHRISTMAS and SANTA BABY.

I hope you’ve been touring around with us and that you’ve entered the rafflecopter.

Here are the stops for today and I hope to see you. Please support these wonderful bloggers by visiting, commenting and entering our contest.

Thanks, oodles, ~ Peg and Nancy


1: Long and Short Reviews
2: Stormy Nights Reviewing & Bloggin’
3: Girl with Pen
4: Hope. Dreams. Life… Love
5: Literary Gold review
6: The Avid Reader
7: The Key Of Love
8: All Things Romance

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Day # 3 of our GoddessFish Book Blast!

Here are today’s blog blast stops. Please support these bloggers in their efforts to support our book sby stopping by and commenting. Thanks, oodles! Peg

June 16:
1: Welcome to My World of Dreams
2: Iron Canuck Reviews & More
3: So Many Books
4: underneath the covers
5: Westveil Publishing
6: The Salty Nomad
7: Sea’s Nod
8: underneath the covers

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#backlistThursday 5.6.2021

When I wrote my WILL COOK FOR LOVE series, there was one character who popped into two of the books that I absolutely loved, Private Eye Rick Bannerman. Cocky, self-deprecating, of course handsome, and with a very dark past, I wanted to give him an HEA of his own and a woman who could stand toe to toe with him in every circumstance. A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK, was born from that premise. It was my first ROMANTIC SUSPENSE and the next book in the series, AIDEN, is coming out soon, so I figured today would be a good day to give Rick and Abby Laine some blog time.

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.

Excerpt:

When had her life turned into this stressful jumble?

Abby grabbed the bottle of extra-strength pain reliever she kept in her kitchen junk drawer, shook out three tablets, and swallowed them with a small glass of tap water.

“Head that bad?” Rick asked from behind her.

“I let it go too long.” She rolled her neck, massaged a muscle where it connected with her shoulder. “I should have gotten in front of it right when it started in court. But I don’t like to take anything when I’m working. The pills make me fuzzyheaded.“

Rick reached around her and grabbed the bottle from the counter. “These are plain over-the-counter tablets. I’d think you’d have something stronger, something prescribed, for when the pain gets this bad. I can see the headache all over your face and shoulders. You’re wearing the pain like you’d wear makeup.”

“You can’t know what a boost to my fragile ego having you here is, Bannerman.”

“Your ego is fine,” he said, moving a step closer.

Her kitchen was huge by Manhattan standards. She could have four people stand in it and still have room to cook around them. Not so when Rick was with her. Sure, he was tall, but so were her brothers-in-law. They never made her feel like her personal space was so congested when they were visiting, though.

“Turn around,” he said.


“What?”


“You heard me. Turn around, Abigail.”

“Bossy, much?”

The low, deep rumble of his chuckle sent the tiny hairs on her neck up to attention.

“When I have to be,” he said. “Believe me, for once you’ll be glad you listened.”

“Doubtful,” she murmured. Reluctantly, she presented him with her back.

“Take a breath,” he told her. “A deep one. And hold it for a few seconds.”

She did.

“Now let it out, slowly. Count to five in your head while you do.”

“What is this, Bannerman? Some Vulcan mind- trick cure for a headache? Because if it is, it’s not—oh! Oh…my.” The last word scattered out in one long exhale.

“Told you you’d be glad you listened.”

The pressure of his thumbs on either side of her shoulders, a hair below the collar of her blouse as they kneaded, pressed, and drew little circles around her constricted muscles, shot a wave of intense pleasure straight down the length of her spine.

Abby closed her eyes and sighed. “Oh, good Lord. Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”

“Your neck is so tight, I’m surprised your spine doesn’t snap when you walk in those stilts you love so much. It’s a wonder you can move at all with any kind of flexibility.”

“Practice.” She all but purred like her cat when his thumbs sank into her flesh. “And motivation. That feels…amazeballs.”

She swore she could hear his grin. He replaced his thumbs with the pads of his first and second fingers, pressed in deep, released, and then did it again.

“Amazeballs, Abigail? How old are you?”

“Oh! I’ll be any age you want me to be, but don’t stop…please.”

His chuckle turned to a laugh. “I can’t tell you how much I like hearing you beg. Take another deep breath.”

Obediently, since she now knew the benefits of being so, she did. “Oh. My. God.

He’d wound his long, strong fingers up under her hairline. While he flexed them, massaging every bit of her skull, a thousand jolts of electricity bounded down her back. Her legs turned liquid. She needed to sit down before she fell flat to the floor.

“Stop wiggling. Try to hold still,” he said, dangerously close to her ear. The warmth of his breath as it whispered over her neck delightfully singed her skin. “There’s one pressure point I haven’t gotten to yet.”

“I can’t feel my feet.” Good Lord. Did that moan come from her?

“Good. Then this is working. Give me another minute.”

“You can have all night, Bannerman. As long as you want. Just don’t stop.”

For the briefest of moments, so brief she might have imagined it, he stopped kneading, a swift inhale ringing around her. Then, in a heartbeat, he started his ministrations again. For the first time Abby noticed their bodies were touching, the middle of her back pressed along his torso.

While his fingers skimmed up to her temples, she tilted backward, bumping her head against his chest. He was as solid as a block of concrete.

Rick inhaled a jagged breath when the rest of her body pressed into him.

He had the pads of three fingers against her temples now, the concentric circles he pressed and released over them drawing out little mewing noises from the back of her throat. When his pinkies joined their brothers, all four fingers of each hand now splayed along her skin, feathered into her hairline, Abby rolled her neck back and opened her eyes a fraction. Upside down, she saw the edge of Rick’s jaw, watched— fascinated—as his throat bobbed up and down while he continued attending to her.

“I’m almost done. Hold on for another sec.”

She let her eyes drift closed again. Rick moved his hands so they cupped the back of her neck, then, slowly, he brought her head away from his chest to an upright position, leaving his palms flattened across her shoulder blades.

“Take a breath and lift your shoulders,” he commanded.

Abby did, then rolled her head front to back.

“How’s the headache now?”


She opened her eyes and blinked. “Gone.” She whirled around to face him. “Completely gone.”


He nodded and flexed his fingers as if working out his own kinks. “Good. I’m glad it worked.”


“Where did you learn how to do that?” She slid a hand along one side of her neck, tilted her head, then moved it in the opposite direction. “I don’t think my shoulders have been this loose since, well, fourth grade.”


“You spend a lot of time hunched over.” He opened her fridge and pulled out two bottled waters. “Computer. Legal briefs. It’s no wonder your shoulders are tight and you’re susceptible to migraines.”

“How did you know I had migraines?” She took a swig of the water. “I mean, as opposed to regular bad headaches?”

“You wear the pain on your face. It’s obvious to anyone who knows what to look for.”

“And you do?”

He nodded. “Drink the whole bottle and then you need to eat. You haven’t had anything all day. It’s a wonder you aren’t dropping.”

He bent and peeked into the refrigerator. Sipping her water, she took the opportunity to stare at his butt.

Intrigued? I hope so, and if so, you can get your own copy here: A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK

And don’t forget to check back her on June 1, 2021 when I’ll be having my official COVER REVEAL for A PRIDE OF BROTHER: AIDEN. You won’t want to miss this cover because it is perfection!!!

Enjoy your day, kids. Until next time ~ Peg

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