I just adore InD’tale magazine! They not only gave me a 5 star review for A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK, they also made the lovely graphic above for me AND put the book in you tube video:
This entire week just got waaaaaaaaay better, peeps!
I just adore InD’tale magazine! They not only gave me a 5 star review for A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK, they also made the lovely graphic above for me AND put the book in you tube video:
This entire week just got waaaaaaaaay better, peeps!
Had to do it…sorry for the shameless selfpromotion….
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Panic, it appears, has infected the globe.
While I’m not saying it’s a bad thing to take all these precautions against spreading and/or catching the corona virus, most people are not used to being isolated in their home, unable to go outside to do anything for a minimum of 14 days JUST IN CASE they have the virus. Most people are social beings and need to be around others to talk, interact, bitch and gossip.
I’m not like most people. I self isolate routinely.
I could use the excuse it’s because I have a solitary career, being a writer and all, but that’s only half of it. I like being alone. I truly do.
So because I am used to being sequestered in the house, where sometimes a week can go by and I have only left it once to grocery shop and care for my parents, I know how to survive the long days where you may feel as if you are the only person on the planet. Here are a few tips so you don’t go crazy.
And now I just want to get a few things off my chest about this panic and why people are making me insane.
Truly the most important thing you can do to get through this trying time is not panic.
Panic benefits no one.
Listen to the suggestions and isolate at home, wash your hands, avoid crowds, and cough or sneeze into your elbow.
This, too, will pass. And it will do so much quicker if we all use common sense and take necessary precautions.
And above all else STOP HARDING TOILET PAPER!!!!!!!!
Rant over…until next time, peeps ~Peg
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Today’s topic ONE SKILL I WISH I HAD BUT DON’T.
There are so many ways I could go with this.
I can’t: read a map, speak French, weld, powerlift, ski, hit a baseball, write poetry, home-brew beer, change a tire.
I’ve tried ( and failed at) making a souffle, knitting a sweater, snowshoeing, garden design, leaning to speak Spanish, adding washer fluid to a car ( don’t even ask about this one!).
I have no desire to: sing, act in play, write anything other than romance, learn ballet, deep sea dive, cliff dive.
So, since I’ve ruled everything else physical out, it makes the most sense that the skill I wish I had but don’t is the ability to keep my mouth shut and think before I speak.
This inability has lead to some hairy situations throughout my life, none of which I feel confident sharing on this platform. Suffice it to say, learning this skill would greatly benefit my life.
Let’s see what some of the other authors in this challenge have to say: L&SR
Until next time ~ peeps
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The other day on my Facebook page I posted this:
“Hey kids. I just read a rather scathing article about how “Sub-par” writing in the first POV is. Since many – but not all – of my books are written in First person, I was wondering if you could help me out here: Are you automatically turned off to reading anything in the first POV, or do you give the author a chance and see if the book is a worthwhile read?
I have to admit, most of my books written in fist POV are the ones I’ve had the best sales with. But…. Thanks for any feedback. “
Peeps, that simple question garnered me more traffic on those pages than I’ve seen in eons!!
The general consensus was that most people don’t care if a book is written in first or third person as long as: the story is good, the voice is engaging, and the characters are worth reading about.
Since more than half of the books I’ve written are in first person ( the other half in third) I was so thrilled to hear this.
I, too, don’t care if a book is in first or third as long as the story and characters sweep me away. I have so many writers that I love to read and each of them write in different voices and points of view.
There were some comments of people who don’t like first person for various reasons, and that’s fine with me. I say, the more writers we have offering good stories and their unique telling of those stories in the form of viewpoint, the better!
I should put questions like that up more on my page, no? Hee hee
You can get a gander at all my books on my Amazon webpage here: Peggy Jaeger Books
And just for giggles ( and info!) here’s the breakdown of my books in first and in third POV
First person POV ( the narrator is speaking)
It’s A Trust Thing, Dirty Damsels, Christmas & Cannolis, 3 Wishes, A Kiss under the Christmas Lights, Dearly Beloved, Today, tomorrow, always,
Third person POV
Skater’s Waltz, The Voices of Angels, Passion’s Palette, First Impressions, There’s no Place like home, Hope’s Dream, COoking with Kandy, A Shot at Love, Cant Stand The Heat, A Pride of Brothers:Rick
Until next time ~ Peg
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Today, my lovely friend and uber-talented writer, Kari Lemor, has a new book out and it’s waiting for me on my kindle, so I wanted to get this post up lickity split! Hee hee. TRUE DREAMS is the secondbook in the Storms of New England series and if you’ve Elusive Dreams, book 1, you know you’re in for an emotional rollercoaster of delight!
Kari writes real people with real emotions and issues like no one I know! I read her books in a sitting, letting life go on around me, while I sit and lose myself in her stories. I’m delighted to share this new release with you all.
Here’s a little sumthin’ sumthin’ from the book:
TRUE DREAMS by KARI LEMOR
True “TJ” Bannister, haunted by his past, abandons the world of sex, drugs, and rock and roll to live a peaceful life as a bookstore owner on Cape Cod. The reformed bad boy thinks no “nice” girl will ever see beyond his tormented soul.
Innocent Sara Storm barges into his shop, and his life, with her sunshine personality. She looks beyond TJ’s past and helps heal his damaged heart. But her goal to be a singer is one TJ can’t support. Her dreams take place in the shattered world he left behind.
Can he choose between his newfound serenity and a life that nearly destroyed him, or is their romance doomed before the last note is sung?
Excerpt:
“She’s sweet, isn’t she?” Mary asked at his shoulder. His manager needed a bell around her neck.
“Who? Sara Sunshine? That’s a little too much happiness for me.”
“Only because you’re a miserable old grouch. She’d be good for you. Make you start living again.”
He frowned, proving her point. His first eighteen years he’d done more living than anyone should. Look at where it’d gotten him.
“Enough with the Cupid’s arrow. She’d never be interested if she knew who I was…what I really am.”
Mary pointed her finger at his face. “Stop. You aren’t the same wild teen you were ten years ago. Or even the young man who asked me for a job six years ago. You need to let it go.”
Damn, he wanted to. But deep inside, he was still the same twisted person. He might be a revised edition with a shiny new cover and up to date formatting, but the story was still trash. If Sara stuck around long enough, she’d see it. That would wipe the smile off even her face.
Buy Links: Amazon // B&N // Applebooks ( ibooks)
Kobo // Books-a-million // Google Play ( Books)
A little about Kari….
Award winning author, Kari Lemor writes forever and always love stories. She is the author of the Love on the Line romantic suspense series as well as the Storms of New England contemporary romance series. Her books focus on the characters and the challenges they face. She loves writing stories in the genre of hope, where characters push past all the hurt and conflict and find a way to love each other and be together.
She and her husband of 33 years spend their time split between beautiful New England and historic St. Augustine. But always near the ocean.
Here’s where you can stalk her:
Website // Facebook // Twitter // Pinterest // Instagram // Goodreads // Book bub // Amazon
FB page – The Lit Lounge with Kari, Lee and Peggy
Okay peeps – I’ve gotta go now because I’ve got a hot date with my Kindle!
Until next time ~Peg
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Today’s topic prompt is: My favorite memory and why.
Easy Peasy. My favorite memory is tied to a Christmas gift 40 years in the making.
I don’t get a lot of gifts. I didn’t as a child and I haven’t as an adult. I tell you that so you’ll know how precious the gift I’m going to tell you about really is to me.
Obviously, I’m a girl. Duh. I was a child in the 1960’s a time when stereotypical gender roles were still very much in place. Boys got baseball cards, BBguns, and sports equipment for Christmas and birthday gifts. Girls got Barbies, Easy Bake Ovens, and board games like Mystery Date.
I hated all those girly-girly toys. Still do, to be truthful. Even back then I knew they were designed to keep girls in their places, hoping and dreaming of the perfect boy/man to come along and take care of us for eternity.
Gag me now. I so did not buy into that dream. But that’s a blog for another day. Today’s is about my favorite memory.
When I was eight I asked Santa ( that’s right. I still believed in Santa at 8. Still do, in fact.) for a toy I’d seen advertised on Saturday mornings during the cartoon hours. It was aimed at the boy buying market but I didn’t care. I asked Santa that year for Rock’em Sock’em robots!
Lordy, I wanted that toy!!! I said a prayer every night that Santa would leave it for me. I was extra good around the house, doing my chores and even doing things I wasn’t asked to do just to score some brownie points with Old St. Nick.
Christmas morning came and….no robots. I think I opened a new outfit or two for the Barbie doll he’d brought me the year before – the one I NEVER played with, and some Barbie coloring books.
Devastated is too tame for how I felt. My mother asked me why I was so pissed ( and yes, she did say it like that to an 8 year old. Is it any wonder I am the way I am today?) I told her I’d asked Santa for Rock’em Sock’em Robots and couldn’t understand why I didn’t get it. I’d been good, did well in school, went to church. Did everything I was told and supposed to do.
Her explanation was very telling. She shrugged, took a puff of her cigarette and said, “‘Cause you’re a girl, not a boy. Santa doesn’t give boy toys to girls or girl toys to boys. That’s not right.”
See? Telling.
Now, you’re probably wondering why I told you that story. Stick with me and you’ll understand why.
Flash forward 48 years. I’m sitting at dinner with my entire in-law family a few days before Christmas and we go around the table telling stories about Christmas’s of the past. My father-in-law asks me what the best gift I ever got was. I told him, instead, about the Rock’em Sock’em Robots debacle and how much I’d really wanted that toy and how upset I’d been when I didn’t get it. On to the next person for another story.
Christmas morning comes and we are spending it with my in-laws. I wake up and we all start to unwrap gifts. My husband hands me a huge box wrapped with a big red bow and a tag that said, “to Peg, from Santa”. Since I hadn’t asked for anything that year, I was in a quandary about what it could be. When I opened it I started bawling my eyes out. Yup – you guessed it. He’d given me the toy I’d always wanted. Apparently, after hearing the story I’d told a few nights before, he’d sent my brother-in-law to Toys R Us with instructions to get it for me.
Is it any wonder I love this man and have for over 30+ years?
Since this is a blog challenge, click on to any of these author sites to see what they have to say: L&SR
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ANd don’t forget to vote in the L&SR Book of the Year Contest. My book, DEARLY BELOVED, is a finalist. You can vote here: L&SRBOY
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When I was a kid the only Valentine’s Day cards I ever received were the ones kids were forced to bring to school and distribute to everyone in the class so no one would be left out.
Pathetic, I know.
When I got older and my school mates weren’t required to pass around cards to everyone in the class…I went home empty handed every Feb. 14th.
Still pathetic, I know!
I’m old now, married for 100+ years (!) and I still don’t get Valentine’s Day cards cuz. hubby believes the day – like so many other “HOLIDAYS” was invented by Hallmark to push cards. He’s probably not wrong, hee hee.
But I don’t care about those cards anymore because I’ve got the one thing Valentine’s day typifies: everlasting love with my soulmate, so I consider that a win!
This Valentine’s day, I’m partnering with a bunch of other romance writers in a fabulous MEGA VALENTINE’S DAY ROMANCE GIVEAWAY
ENTER FOR YOUR CHANCE TO WIN! Click on this link for a chance: rafflecopter
Grand prize of High Def Kindle Fire and more than fifty romance novels, including award winners and New York Times and USA Today Best Sellers! All you have to do is follow me and other romance authors on BookBub. The more profiles you like, the more times you’re entered.
Amazon Gift Cards for two lucky runner ups!
Also, a few years ago I wrote a little story for the CANDY HEARTS ROMANCE series from Wild Rose Press titled 3 WISHES in which a girl approaching her 30th birthday longs for an everlasting kind of love in her life. That little story has been one of my best sellers over the years and since Feb.14 is this week, I thought I’d give it a little promo here for those who haven’t yet read it.
WISHES – A CANDY HEARTS ROMANCE
Do wishes have expiration dates? 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 wish!
Available here:
Amazon // Nook //i-books // Kobo // Books-a-Million // Google play
And if the person you’re looking for a gift for is an audiobook lover, well, I’ve got you covered because 3 WISHES is also available in audio here: Audible // i-tunes
Happy Valentine’ Day, peeps ~ Peg ( who is no longer pathetic!)
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So this week I’m going off the rails for my Sunday Snippet. Instead of giving you a little sumthin’ sumthin’ about a romance book I’m working on, I’m giving you a few lines from a short story that’s out in the Australia Burns anthology from the Wild Rose Press.
There are 3 books in the anthology series and my story THE TUESDAY NIGHT MEETING is in the first one.
This is a short story I wrote years ago when I was really into the female empowerment movement. I still am, I just go about it in a different way now, heehee. And if that doesn’t whet your appetite for the story, nothing else I say will!
Here ya go; enjoy:
“Bob tries his best, Miz Kane. Honest he does,” Cora said, her cheeks heating. “He means well, but…well…he…”
As she trailed off, Wisteria rose and hobbled over to Cora’s side. Kathryn Anne graciously gave up her chair for the oldest member and founder of the club. Wisteria settled in and took Cora’s work-weary hand in her own gnarled one. “My dear, sometimes we can be confronted by truths which are hard to acknowledge. I know Molly didn’t mean to upset you. We would never insult a guest, especially one we want to join our organization.”
Blinking back tears, Cora replied, “That’s all right, Miz Plowright. I know no harm was intended. My Bob, well, he’s just high-strung’s all.”
“High-strung,” Molly repeated and crossed her arms over her ample bosom. “Better strung up, I say.”
Cora’s trembling returned. “Now, Miz Kane, I can understand why you feel that way and all, with the problems you’ve had with Bob. I apologize for the trouble he’s caused you.”
“No need for you to apologize, Cora,” Molly said. She peered through her thick eyeglasses and continued. “The fault’s not yours. You’re a lot like your mother, God rest her soul. Forgiving and apologizing all the time for things beyond her.”
“Bob means well, honest he does,” Cora said, her eyes pleading at the women in the room. “It’s, well, he can’t seem to find his way.”
“Is that any reason for him to hit you and the children, Cora?” Mavis asked, her sonorous voice booming accusingly throughout the room.
Cora’s eyes widened, bulging against the sockets. Before she could deny the charge, Mavis silenced her with a wave of her hand.
“That bruise over your left cheek is mostly faded now. It’s been three weeks since you were seen in the emergency room over at County General. Kitty Hawkins was the night supervisor on duty the evening you were brought in. You told some cock-and-bull tale about falling down the basement steps. The story was as phony as the blood on your dress was real. You don’t have a basement. The sheriff hauled Bob in for the night and charged him with disturbing the peace and public drunkenness. I can only imagine what small, insignificant thing you did that he thought you deserved a beating for.”
The little of Cora’s remaining will dissolved under the older woman’s gaze. A flood of tears poured out of her all at once, and a sob rocked her chest.
Kathryn Anne provided a lace handkerchief, as Wisteria patted Cora’s arm.
“It’s all right, darlin’. You’re among friends here.”
Cora swiped at her eyes. “I’m…I’m sorry for the blubbering, ladies. Truly I am. It’s just been so hard. With Bob scraping from one job to the next…never enough money for food. He drinks to try and forget his troubles, his failures. But I swear on my mother’s soul, Miz Carruthers, he’s never laid a hand on the children. He wouldn’t dare.”
“We believe you, my dear,” Wisteria said. Taking a deep breath, she added, “I think now might be a good time to tell you about our organization, about why we asked you here tonight.” She looked up at the current president of the club.
“Cora,” Mavis aid, capturing the entire attention of the room, “do you know anything about our group?”
She shook her head and swiped at her still running nose. “Not much, ma’am. I know you give out scholarships to worthy high school girls for college. And you support the poor, especially at the holidays. I’ve seen write-ups in the paper about the good things y’all have done. But aside from those, I don’t know much else. Excepting,” she said, “ that you’re all widows.”
The members of the club collectively smiled at her.
“That’s why I thought it strange to be asked here tonight. I’m not a widow.”
“No, darlin’, you’re not,” Wisteria said, smiling. “Not yet.”
Cora gaped, openmouthed, at the old woman.
Intrigued? If so, order your copy here and know that all the proceeds are going to the Australian Red Cross to help aid victims of the Wild Fires.
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And remember:And IT’S A TRUST THING is now at 99cents forever on Amazon!!! Good Price for a good Book – but I’m biased.
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This week’s blogging challenge is titled “MY CELEBRITY CRUSHES.”
Oh, baby! I’ve got a few, that’s for sure.
So, let’s remember one thing: I’m not 20, 40 or even 50 years old anymore. Some of my crushes may have the icky feel to younger folks.
Too bad.
So, here are my hall passes if I should ever meet them ( Heehee) I put them in alphabetical order because I love them all equally.
DENZEL WASHINGTON. I mean…come on!!! Is there a woman with a pulse in the world who isn’t in love with this fabulous man??
IDRIS ELBA I don’t care what anyone says, this man should be James Bond. Now and forever.
James Spader. I’ve been a fan since Sex, Lies, and Video and Stargate! As Red Reddington? Perfection.
Matthew Goode. Yowza!! He’s starred in movies about Witches, played a Race car driver, and an Earl. And he stars in my dreams. Often.
Matthew MacFayden. I’m gonna get nailed for saying this, but he truly was my favorite Darcy!!! So much angst. So much longing. Le sigh.
Paul Hollywood. Most recognizable baker in the world. He can frost my buns any time. Those eyes…………
Let’s see who some of the other authors in this challenge are crushing on: L&SR
And don’t forget: I’ve got a new Romantic Suspense out, titled A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK. Have you read it yet? You should ( hee hee)
And IT’S A TRUST THING is now at 99cents forever on Amazon!!! Good Price for a good Book – but I’m biased.
Until next time, peeps ~ Peg
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