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#goodthingsTuesday 3.30.2021

Today, for the first time in over a year, I took a full breath. Why, you ask? Because my parents rec’d their second Covid shots yesterday. While we still have to use common sense and precautions – hand washing, masks, low number congregations, what this means is that I can take them shopping for groceries once again. I’ve been doing it for them the past year because I didn’t want them around potential carriers of Covid 19. Now that they are immunized, I can allow them out of the house to shop and take walks again.

They are truly thankful.

And, praise Jesus, so I am!

So, what good things happened to you this past week? Inquiring minds ( mine!) want to know.

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#mugshotMonday 3.29.2021

Today’s theme is “define what you drink.”

Everyone who’s ever met me knows I drink tea. I can’t stand the taste of coffee and, in fact, when I was pregnant I wouldn’t allow it to be made in my house – which caused my husband a daily caffeine headache until he got to work.

I bought this mug at a Hallmark store eons ago. So, show me your daily drink-themed mug – if you have one!

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#TeaseMeThursday 3.25.2021

Something new for me today – TEASE ME THURSDAY where I share books I’m currently working on.

Today’s little tidbit is from BALANCE, the next edition of the Uptown Girls series I hope to release in September. The heroine, Phillipa Doubletree, has survived an abusive marriage and is trying to forge a life on her own for the first time in her 38 years.  This is the opening -so far – unedited as of yet. Hope you like it.

The other day while waiting for a manicure, I took one of those rate your life tests you find in old editions of Cosmo and Elle. You know the ones. Your overall score gives an empirical value of how your life’s going at the moment.

Not exactly the healthiest way to take stock of your present situation, I know. But I had a few minutes to kill before my manicurist finished up with her previous client and I figured, what the hell?

I scored a whopping 41 percent on the test.

The only question garnering a complete 10 was the one that asked if your finances are in order.

Mine are.

When you’re the only child of a father with a seat on the Stock Exchange and a mother who was lucky enough to be born into one of the oldest families in the country, you can’t help but be fiscally sound.

Legend has it in my family that trust fund baby were my first coherent, spoken words.

Unfortunately, the rest of the questionnaire’s results were anything but stellar.

~Do you feel fulfilled in your work situation?

I don’t work.

~ Are you happy with your current love life?

What love life?

~Does getting up each day fill you with a sense of purpose?

Okay, that one I’m seriously working on, but I still only rated it a 5. I gave myself that much for the effort I’d been making of late to become a better person.

~Do you have any mental health issues you are grappling with?

I should have given myself a 10 for this one since I was still in therapy twice a week, but since I wasn’t so much grappling with as learning how to deal with my issues, I scored it low.

By the time my name was called, a deep, dark, funk had invaded my soul.

Here I was, staring 38 in the face and had nothing tangible to show for a life of spoiled riches except a few grey hairs and a frown line my mother suggested—strongly and often—I get botoxed away.

I’d married young – way too young – for the wrong reason, and then stayed in the emotionally abusive relationship out of fear. I’d abandoned my best friend when she needed me the most and I’d never taken advantage of all the, well, advantages, my parents’ social standing and financial security offered me.

In essence, from the age of twenty-one, I’d stopped participating in being an adult and went through the next fifteen years in a zombie state. The reason is something I was still coming to grips with, hence the twice-weekly therapy sessions.

And I sound like I’m whining. I’m not.

Well…maybe a little.

But in truth, I was trying, hard, to fashion something for my future aside from therapy, society lunches, and shopping.

Which explained why I was in the back seat of a cab at two in the morning, holding an hysterical, bleeding woman twice my age, while commanding the driver go faster so we could get her to the nearest emergency room. I offered him twice the amount on the meter and told him I’d pay any speeding tickets he got along the way.

In order to give some purpose to my life, I’d been volunteering at a women’s center for the past three months. My best friend Aurora – who’d I’d reconnected with after a fifteen-year separation – got me the position after I told her I needed to do something constructive with my life. Aurora had been a volunteer at the center for a few years and felt my participation would help both the marginalized women there who were in need, and myself. Since I’d been in a relationship that had taken over my mind, body, and spirit, and I’d managed to come out on the other side of it emotionally and physically intact (mostly), she figured I’d be a good role model to women in similar, and even worse, circumstances.

Because I could walk the walk and talk the talk of a woman who’d been subjugated and made to feel less than by the person who was supposed to love me unconditionally, Aurora figured I could relate to the women’s fears and worries. I’d actually been through the fire they were currently navigating through.

She wasn’t wrong. Despite our economic and social differences, the women I’d dealt with found in me a sister in arms. Since joining the team, I’d woken on volunteer days with a sense that I was doing actual good in the world (which explained the score of 5 on the questionnaire.)

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#goodthingsTuesday 3.23.2021

My good thing today is a VERY GOOD THING!! My first Covid Vaccine is scheduled for tomorrow. Maybe it’ll be my only one, depending on if they use the J&J innoculation.

Stay tuned for details.

So, what is something good that happened to you this week?

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A RECKLESS HEART, a new #book release from #author Jennifer Wilck

My writing friend ( and wonderful human being) Jennifer Wilck, is visiting me today, talking about writing, marketing, and her new book release. Please, give her a big show of love!

Here’s Jennifer….

One of the first things I do when it’s time to market a new book is contact my writer friends to see if they have any guest spots open on their blog. I love meeting new readers, and blog visits are the perfect way to do this. Peggy is always extra generous with her time and enthusiasm, and I’m so grateful that she offered me a guest spot.

She and I are both authors at the same publisher—The Wild Rose Press. We were lucky enough to meet in person at a writer’s conference in New York City two years ago. Ahh, the good days, when we could go places and do things and hug people. Anyway, I was so excited to finally meet her in person, after spending lots of time speaking virtually over social media and on our publisher’s author loop. She is even more joyful and supportive and fun in person as she is online.

While writers might be known for being solitary creatures, we can’t do our jobs without the help of other people. I’m lucky enough to have a host of people who support me in so many ways—whether it’s help with plotting, critiquing my writing, marketing my books, or just cheering me on. The support system is essential, and I couldn’t do what I do without them.

For my latest book, A Reckless Heart, another one of my writer friends helped me with the backstory for my heroine, Meg. I needed a reason for Meg to be rebuilding her life. My friend told me about a story she’d read in the newspaper about a publicist to the stars who caused an accident at a club. We then started brainstorming—what if… I can’t tell you where we went from there, because it will give away part of the plot, but I can tell you that it’s because of the help I received from my friend that I was able to tie everything together so nicely (although it took a lot of work to get there!).

A Reckless Heart is the first in a four-book series, Scarred Hearts. Friends play a huge role in the entire series. I hope you enjoy reading the books, and I hope you are lucky enough to have a group of friends who support you when you need them. I couldn’t do this without them.

A Reckless Heart 

 

Meg Thurgood, former society girl, took the blame for her friend and paid a steep price. Now all she wants is solitude and a chance to rebuild her life. She thinks she’s found that in an isolated house she rents from a mysterious stranger.

Simon McAlter has hidden in his house on the coast of Maine since a fire left him scarred. A successful landscape architect who conducts his business and teaches his classes remotely, he’s lost his inspiration and is trying to pretend he’s not lonely. 

Simon’s new neighbor is more than he bargained for. When he learns Meg’s secret, will he retreat into the shadows or will he learn to see past the surface and trust in Meg’s love? 

Simon opened his email to find a new message from Claire.
“I met your tenant today. You didn’t tell me she was our age! She seems nice. Do you have her phone number? I want to invite her over for coffee.”

Simon shook his head and responded. “Oh. You didn’t ask. Okay. Yes. Why?”

He was difficult on purpose. Claire was one of his oldest friends. They’d both gone away to college and returned, although for different reasons. His family’s wealth never fazed her; she was the only one who continued to try to get him into the world. He admired her useless tenacity.

Scrolling through his other emails, he responded to clients and students and sent inquiries to contractors over the next few hours. None of his projects inspired him. Not even the project he worked on for Claire. Especially that one, truth be told. All he saw when he looked at the drawings were plants and flowers. They didn’t speak to him, didn’t provide dimension, offer a creative outlet, or touch his soul. They didn’t convince him to bear the scrutiny he’d receive if he provided alternate plans to Claire for the town’s open land. He already regretted agreeing to design the land into a community park.

Meg distracted him from all of it.

She’d run away from him. Despite her actions, he thought about her all day. It was annoying.

He didn’t let Claire see him. Why in the world would he interact with a complete stranger, regardless of how pretty she was? Because the sound of her voice, other than the shriek, intrigued him. Because he needed to thank her for the zucchini bread. Because he’d scared her. Because he was a complete idiot.

His email dinged, and he opened Claire’s response. “Because.”

Annoying female. His mouse hovered over the trash icon. What if Claire didn’t take no for an answer and came over to his house to get Meg’s number? She often went to great lengths to get what she wanted. And he could further imagine Claire deciding he needed a visitor. Or several. She would shatter his seclusion and peace. He responded.

“410-555-4819”

A moment later, she responded.
“J”

With a sigh, he stalked toward the old mansion.

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Jennifer started telling herself stories as a little girl when she couldn’t fall asleep at night. Pretty soon, her head was filled with these stories and the characters that populated them. Even as an adult, she thinks about the characters and stories at night before she falls asleep or walking the dog. Eventually, she started writing them down. Her favorite stories to write are those with smart, sassy, independent heroines; handsome, strong and slightly vulnerable heroes; and her stories always end with happily ever after.

In the real world, she’s the mother of two amazing daughters and wife of one of the smartest men she knows. When she’s not writing, she loves to laugh with her family and friends, is a pro at finding whatever her kids lost in plain sight, and spends way too much time closing doors that should never have been left open in the first place. She believes humor is the only way to get through the day and does not believe in sharing her chocolate.

She writes contemporary romance, some of which are mainstream and some of which involve Jewish characters. She’s published with The Wild Rose Press and all her books are available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

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#mugshotMonday 3.22.2021

So, today’s mug just makes me laugh. I don’t know when or where I got it – I think it may even have been a gift, but it has a writer thinking he’s typing the great American novel in a thought bubble over his head, and on the typewriter paper he has one word. The caption for the mug is DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR – something I think all writers have invade their thoughts at one time or another during their careers.

Now I showed you my funny mug of the day…where’s yours??

Be well and stay healthy, Peg

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#SundaySnippet 3.21.2021

Recently, my indie published RomCom IT’S A TRUST THING went wide, meaning it’s now available across all digital devices. Here’s the link : IATT.

Today’s snippet is from the book.

A few “’Night, professors,” reached my ears and when I lifted my gaze to the entranceway, Charlie was standing there again, much the way he’d been before the class started: one shoulder relaxed against the doorjamb, his briefcase in one hand, his other in his pants pocket.
Lord, the man could have popped off the cover of a fashionable menswear magazine. No one should look that delectable in real life.
When the last of the students exited, he entered. My pulse rate tripled the closer he came. With a smile I can only describe as irresistible and devastatingly sensual, he leaned down once he reached the podium, those lips twitching at the corners, and said, “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s smitten with you.”
And then he pressed that gorgeous mouth right to mine.
I inhaled him as he smiled against my lips, and just like that, without a word or a notion of a warning, my heart turned over.
Was it possible to fall in love in an instant? To know the person you were with was the one; the true one? The one meant for you, destined to be yours for eternity?
In the time it took me to consider how dumb it all sounded in this day and age, I countered with the ferocity of the emotions coursing through me.
Was this love? Was this what the poets clamored on about and romance writers swore truly did exist?
I didn’t have an answer, since I’d never felt this way before. No other man had ever caused such a commotion and chaos inside my mind and heart as this one did.
The thought was terrifying, enlightening, and hopeful all at once.
But even if what I was experiencing was love it didn’t mean Charlie felt the same. Smitten wasn’t exactly an I’ll love you forevermore declaration, maybe more just a pronouncement of intent. We’d gotten past my third date rule, so the question of exploring one another on a more intimate basis was definitely on the table.
But sex didn’t equate with love, this I knew for fact.
No, my feelings were my own and since they were new and raw and unfamiliar, I didn’t want them revealed, so when he pulled back from the kiss I reverted to type.
“Are you sure you don’t teach English Lit? Because ‘smitten’ simply screams Jane Austen.”
His grin grew to a wicked cheek-wide smirk that had my insides going bonkers again.
“They’re considered classics for a reason,” he said as he reached over and grabbed my briefcase. “Come on. I’m hungry and I’ve been looking forward all day to spending some time alone with you.”
Awww. Forget flutter. My tummy muscles moved into disco dance mode.
Intrigued? I hope so. Heehee

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TEMPORARILY OUT OF ORDER, a new book from Vicki Batman

My writing friend, Vicki Batman, the gal I call the “Queen of the Quirky Short Stories'” has a new book out titled TEMPORARILY OUT OF LUCK. Today, she’s giving us an introduction to her two main characters, Allan Wellborn and Hattie Cooks, and what better way to get to know them, then listening to them as they answer speed dating questions??!! So cute!

Here’s Vicki ( the Q in Questioner) and her peeps:

You think you know somebody. But do you really? Today, we’re kinda speeding dating with (interrogating) Allan Wellborn and Hattie Cooks, the hero and heroine, from Temporarily out of Luck, a romantic comedy mystery.

Q/How do your friends describe you in a word?

A/*friendly snort* nice

H/nice *quirks mouth*

Q/Do you like to call or text?

A/whatever it takes

H/text

Q/Which is your favorite car?

A/I’m happy with my 4-Runner.

H/Just before I was let go from my favorite job at Tucker’s Department store, I bought a brand-new white Jeep Wrangler. Allan’s 4-Runner is cool.

 

Q/What kind of pizza do you like?

A/most any kind. Just give me food.

H/Canadian bacon and bacon with lots of cholesterol.

A/I’m guessing her arteries could be clogged.

H/Maybe. *batting lashes* Wouldn’t you like to know?

 

Q/Which movie can you watch again and again?

A/Stalag 17, a war film set on Christmas Day.

H/Really, Allan? A war movie…at Christmas?

A/It’s good. Lots of action.

H/ Bridget Jones’ Diary-lots of crazy there And speaking of Christmas…add White Christmas. *hand cradling fist* I bet you think Die Hard is a Christmas movie, Allan?

A/Duh.

H/Because it takes place at Christmas—right?

 

Q/What embarrassing thing happened recently to you?

A/tango lessons for Hattie’s sister’s wedding.

H/being locked in a ladies’ room with Allan. I went there to escape my mom, and he showed up with fried chicken and chocolate cake.

A/what the doctor ordered. *laughing*

H/*adjusts her jacket* The food was much appreciated.

A/ Back to the tango lessons…everyone stares at Hattie and me. Are they waiting for us to drop on the floor and do it?

H/Of course not. It just feels that way. The eyeball thing is pretty bad.

 

Q/Who are you closest to?

A/my parents, my sister, and Hattie.

H/my family, Allan’s sister, and the Funsisters.

 

Q/Do you play any musical instrument?

A/trombone. Started in middle school.

H/oh, heck no. *hand cups mouth* P.S. You should hear his trombone.

A/*swivels her way* What’s wrong with the trombone?

H/What’s right with it? I’m just sayin…

A/Got me a college scholarship.

 

Q/If someone came to your house, what would you cook?

A/pasta. Everyone loves it.

H/popcorn. Ham sandwich. I’m not so much into cooking, more like…assembling. *sits up and raises a finger* Tuna sand.

 

Q/Do you have pets?

H/A/big gray cat I found at McDonald’s. Named him Lucky.

H/You named him Lucky?

A/You wanted to get lucky.

H/That would be you. All guys want to get lucky.

A/Never knew I would adopt a cat. He’s cool.

H/I once had a betta named One Fish. Like most fish in a bowl, he died. Lucky is a great cat. Sometimes, I take care of him when Allan goes out of town.

 

Q/Why are you speed dating?

A/so Vicki’s readers can get to know us.

H/ We’re speed dating? I wouldn’t call this speed dating. *whispers* More like an interrogation.

A/Just answer the questions.

H/*crossing arms* Who would date Mr. Bossypants?

A/*rolling eyes* You, sweetheart.

H/Sweetheart?

A/*very big grin* Sweetheart.

 

Temporarily out of Luck: Great job. What man? And murder.

Newly employed at Wedding Wonderland, Hattie Cooks is learning the industry from a woman she greatly admires. When her former brother-in-law is found dead in his luxury SUV, all fingers point to Hattie’s sister, who is planning her own I Dos.

Detective Allan Wellborn is caught between a rock and a hard place—Hattie’s family and investigating the murder of a well-connected Sommerville resident, the same loser who was once married to Hattie’s sister. Determining who’s the bad guy—or gal—isn’t going to be easy and sure to piss off someone.

Can Hattie beat the clock to find out who murdered Tracey’s ex before she is charged with the crime and her wedding is ruined?

Excerpt:

In my Book of Debts, I didn’t owe him one iota. However, I could hear my mother in my ear, trotting out a page from the “Right Thing to Do” lecture. What Stuart’s mom did broke all wedding protocol, and Allan doing his saintly thing told her he would help, which translated meant he desperately needed somebody else’s help.

“Fine. I’m in, but you owe me more, like a date to the”—I grasped on the first thing that popped in my head—“opera.”

“Opera? Since when do you like opera?”

I held back a giggle. “Since yesterday.”

Allan blew a huge sigh. “Done.” He paused. “Opera?”

Find your weekend fun at: https://www.amazon.com/Temporarily-Luck-Hattie-Cooks-Mystery-ebook/dp/B08T7YSSRJ/

About Vicki:

Funny, sweet, and quirky, Vicki Batman’s stories are full of her hallmark humor, romance, and will delight all readers. She has sold many award-winning and bestselling romantic comedy works to magazines and, most recently, three humorous romantic mysteries. An avid Jazzerciser. Handbag lover. Mahjong player. Yoga practitioner. Movie fan. Book devourer. Cat fancier. Best Mom ever. And adores Handsome Hubby.

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#BacklistThursday 3.18.2021

So, sticking with the San Valentino theme, this week’s #backlistthursday selection is from the Uncle Sonny side of the family and featured his only daughter, Regina, in CHRISTMAS & CANNOLIS.

With Christmas season in full swing, baker Regina San Valentino is up to her elbows in cake batter and cookie dough. Between running her own business, filling her bursting holiday order book, and managing her crazy Italian family, she’s got no time to relax, no room for more custom cake orders, and no desire to find love. A failed marriage and a personal tragedy have convinced her she’s better off alone. Then a handsome stranger enters her bakery begging for help. Regina can’t find it in her heart to refuse him.

Connor Gilhooly is in a bind. He needs a specialty cake for an upcoming fundraiser and puts himself—and his company’s reputation—in Regina’s capable hands. What he doesn’t plan on is falling for a woman with heartbreak in her eyes or dealing with a wise-guy father and a disapproving family.

Can Regina lay her past to rest and trust the man who’s awoken her heart?

 

from Regina San Valentino ~

“It had been a long, long time since a guy’s hands had been on me in anything resembling a carnal way. My ex had decamped to parts unknown five years ago after signing the divorce papers, and I’d been so busy rebuilding my life that adding any kind of relationship to it wasn’t even a notion.

Besides, with my hovering parents, one of whom worked for me while the other popped in daily to check up on their only daughter, I had enough on my plate fending off the men they wanted to introduce me to. Guys who, for the most part, had shady lifestyles, carried concealed, and owed my father innumerable favors. And by favors, I mean the kind that usually get signed for in blood and paid back the same way.

Welcome to mia famiglia.”

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#goodthingsTuesday 3.16.2021

My Good thing today is also a fun thing. Today, I’m appearing at fellow author Lorelei Confer’s release day facebook party.

Here’s the link: FBParty

I’m helping her celebrate the release of her new book and also I’ll be talking about my twin hobbies of painting and decoupaging. I  Hope you can make it.

Here’s the schedule:

1:00-1:30       Lorelei Confer

1:30-2:00       Marta Munson-jewelry

2:00-3:00       Desiree Holt

3:00-3:15       Connie Harris-Zumba

3:15-4:00       Connie Harris

4:-5:00       Peggy Jaeger

5:00-5:15       Kayelle Allen

5:15-5:30       Phyllis Cherry-water colors

5:30-5:45       Phyllis Cherry

5:45-6.00       Shirley Goldberg

6:00-7:00       Sofia Aves

7:00-8:00       Kari Lemor

8:00-9-00      Kaci Rose

9:00-9:30       Marta Munson (jewelry)

9:30-10          Lorelei Confer

 

Here’s a little about Lorelei and the book:

The Cowboy and his Sweet Spot 

 

 

His past thwarts their future together and they may have to sacrifice a loveless future.

 

Rough, rugged, and ready to ride. 

Janelle Franklin arrives in Saddle Creek, WY for a relaxing visit with her childhood friend and new mother. She also wants to fine-tune a secret passion, baking. But when she meets ranch manager, Carter Weaver, passion takes on a whole new meaning.

Carter excels at horse breeding but has a dark past that haunts him. When he meets Janelle, a woman he’s comfortable with, sparks fly. But his past thwarts their future together and after a heated debate, Janelle leaves without a word taking his heart with her.

When she calls him out of the blue, he rushes to meet her. But will she accept him with his past? Or will they both have to sacrifice a loveless future?

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Abour Lorelei:

Amazon bestselling author of romantic suspense, Lorelei Confer, has been writing since the fourth grade and lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida with her husband and AJ, a longhaired Chihuahua who is her constant companion.

In 2010, she had her first novel published, Deadly Deception, the first in the Deadly series. Another series, Saddle Creek, is set in the shadows of the Grand Tetons in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.

Mentoring children, years ago led to helping aspiring authors set goals, write at least 100 words every day to increase their word count, complete scenes, chapters, and generally, meet their objective to finish the book. She practices her own discipline every day.

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