I’m so stoked to be featured for the day on the SWEET TEA MAFIA facebook group this week!
The event is to help promote the ONE SCOOP OR TWO BOOKS currently out by the Wild Rose Press Authors and will happening on Friday’s on the group page. Here’s the lineup:
I hope you join me this Friday, July 10, starting at 9 am EST. I’ll be live all day talking about…stuff, hee hee, and giving away a prize or two ( or three!!)
See you Friday peeps ~ Peg
Well, since I had a new book release this week, I’d be remiss if I didn’t take a snippet from that, wouldn’t I? ( Hee hee)
From Vanilla with a Twist…Tandy’s just a little suspicious of why Deacon is so ready and willing to help her. She thinks there must be something motivating him and it can’t just be free ice cream….
“Why are you doing this?” she asked. “You’re here on vacation, not to do manual labor. You’re supposed to be resting and rehabbing. Plus, you don’t even know me. My own family doesn’t give me presents, especially not expensive ones like top-of-the- line tools.”
With his head angled and his arms crossed over his chest, he studied her much the way she suspected he would a motor he was attempting to fix: thoughtful glaze in his eyes, the skin above them wrinkled in curiosity.
“First of all, tinkering and working on mechanical problems is fun for me. I’ve told you that. As strange as it may sound, trying to figure out how to fix something….calms me. And vacations are supposed to be calming, right?”
She nodded. “What’s second?”
“You said, first of all. So what’s second of all?”
The bottoms of his ears turned flaming red, and for a hot second she thought she’d embarrassed him. Nothing she’d said, though, should have, so his visceral reaction was confusing.
Confusing and utterly charming. He had to be pushing forty, thirty-five at the least, and he was blushing. Actually blushing.
He ran a hand under his collar and cupped the back of his neck as he had earlier, a sign she was coming to recognize as a personal tic. A grin, part sheepish and to her mind wildly appealing, shot across his face.
“I guess I really don’t have a second reason.” He dipped his head a bit and regarded her with a side eye.
The air surrounding them felt charged, and if she touched him, even just a finger on his arm, Tandy knew a spark would ignite. The electricity flowing between them hummed like a neon sign.
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Until next week, peeps ~ Peg
Release days are always exciting for authors, this one no exception! The one difference with the release of VANILLA WITH A TWIST is that it’s the first time I ever had a preorder sale, with the book’s price going back to normal on release day – today. It will be interesting to see how many people took advantage of the preorder lower price!!!
I’m so thrilled to be part of the Wild Rose Press’s One Scoop or Two ice cream series. Vanilla with a Twist is a short read novella, and it’s a sweet romance about a small town gal who lives by her own rules and works herself to the bone to provide a good life her her teenaged son and herself.
Tandy Blakemore was one of my favorite heroines to write – she literally burst onto the page, fully formed. I wanted to give her an HEA worthy of her and I think I did. I hope the readers feel that way, too.
So, if you pre-ordered your copy, check your kindle today and happy reading!!!! And if you like the book after you’ve finished it, please consider writing a review for either Goodreads or Amazon. Word of mouth and reviews really do help authors find new readers. SO, welcome to Beacher’s Cove, NH and Tandy Blakemore’s ice cream parlor, VANILLA WITH A TWIST.
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Read a fabulous review from N.N.Light’s Book Heaven for VWAT
I’m excited about my new May 20, 2020 release of VANILLA WITH A TWIST, so today’s #TT is from that! hee hee. What, exactly, are Deacon’s motives in helping Tandy? Inquiring minds – Tandy’s, in particular – want to know.
“Darla said these were caught this morning and are the true definition of fresh from the sea. I couldn’t resist. She gave me a sample of their”—he made air quotes with the tips of his fingers—“famous cocktail sauce to go along with it. Is it as renowned as she led me to believe?”
“More than their garlic knots, and that’s saying plenty.” She popped one of the warm and yeasty bread circles into her mouth.
They ate in silence for a few moments. It took everything in her not to devour the food like a pig at the trough, she was so hungry.
“Okay.” Deacon swiped his lips with a paper napkin. “We’ve both had a chance to eat a few bites, so why don’t you go ahead and tell me what’s on your mind.”
“What do you mean?”
He dipped his chin to his chest and regarded her over the top of his sunglasses. It was no wonder he was successful. If she’d had to sit across from him at a negotiation table, she’d have been the first to give in during a contest of wills.
She tried not to roll her eyes but found they had a mind of their own. “It’s just, well…”
He didn’t push, which earned him points for patience, something she was sorely lacking in, even on a good day.
“I’m not used to anyone helping me or”—she pointed at the table with her plastic fork—“feeding me. It’s a little, well, unnerving. I’ve been on my own a long time, taking care of myself, my business, and my son. And then one day, bam, you show up, and suddenly I’m eating lobster twice in a week when I haven’t had it for years, and my falling-apart machinery is being fixed without having to shell out hundreds of bucks I can’t spare. I’ve got a toolbox filled with stuff I could never afford, and my sink doesn’t leak anymore.”
“And those are bad things?”
“They’re unsettling things,” she shot back, her voice rising a notch. Determined not to let annoyance get the better of her, she dragged in a breath and mentally counted to five like she had so many times when she’d lived on her father’s farm. “It’s been my experience that men, er, people don’t go around doing stuff like that for other people they barely know, Deacon. Not without getting something in return. And what I can’t understand, what I can’t fathom, is why you would do what you’ve done for me this past week without the expectation of some kind of compensation. You know I don’t have the funds to pay you, so it makes me wonder what you’re really after.”
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