In a little over a week ( 4.4.17) my first book from Kensington/Lyrical will release into the book reading world and I am uber-excited. Here’s a quick look at COOKING WITH KANDY, complete with buy links, blurb and excerpt. You can even download the first chapter as a look-see, a gift from my publisher. Just click on the link below. I’m thrilled to introduce you to Kandy Laine and her big family ( and you know what big familiy means: more books to come!!! Yowza!)
Sugar and spice and everything sexy make the perfect recipe for romance in this brand-new series by Peggy Jaeger. Look for exclusive recipes in each book!
Kandy Laine built her wildly popular food empire the old-fashioned way—starting with the basic ingredients of her grandmother’s recipes and flavoring it all with her particular brand of sweet spice. From her cookbooks to her hit TV show, Kandy is a kitchen queen—and suddenly someone is determined to poison her cup. With odd accidents and threatening messages piling up, strong-willed Kandy can’t protest when her team hires someone to keep her safe—but she can’t deny that the man for the job looks delicious. . .
Josh Keane is a private investigator, not a bodyguard. But with one eyeful of Kandy’s ebony curls and dimpled smile, he’s signing on to uncover who’s cooking up trouble for the gorgeous chef. As the attraction between them starts to simmer, it’s not easy to keep his mind on the job, but when the strange distractions turn to true danger, he’ll stop at nothing to keep Kandy safe—and show her that a future together is on the menu. . .
“Editing is the tedious part of the job,” Kandy told him in the elevator. “Prepare to be bored.”
Josh nodded. “Boredom is a state of mind.”
“Brawn and brains,” she said, eyebrows lifting, eyes widening in a mocking motion.
When his lips twisted into a full grin, Kandy grinned back.
Since her first view of him seated across from her cousin, his long legs splayed out in front of him, Kandy knew he would tower over her. No easy feat for most of the male population she came in contact with. When he’d stood, she found herself staring up into the greenest pair of eyes she’d ever seen. The color of moist grass, deep and verdant, they housed an intensity she assumed perceived much more than the average man.
Kandy suspected this was a guy who set to race mode pulses on every woman he encountered. Shoulders that went on for yards tapered into a narrow waist and slim hips, clad in what she recognized as expensive trousers. The black crewneck shirt he wore matched the color of his hair.
All in all, a man a girl might lose her head over.
Not that she was interested in losing her head.
For twenty-eight years her life had been focused on one thing: cooking. All aspects of it, from the imaginative recipe conceptions, to the growing of her own special herbs and spices. From shopping to chopping and baking to braising. Every nuance of being able to create the perfect taste to tempt the senses.
Kandy’s work ethic was intense, and since the launch and unprecedented success of her cooking show, she was busier than ever. She enjoyed the freedom her success provided, and appreciated the financial independence her prosperity had given her.
Lately, though, a feeling something was missing in her life—something important, even necessary—had started to seep through her system at odd times. Chocking it up to a ridiculous and busy schedule coupled with little sleep, she pushed it to the back of her mind.
also available in iBooks
Click HERE for a glimpse at the first chapter, a little gift from Kensington/Lyrical
Today I feel like one of the Pointer sisters: I’M SO EXCITED!!! I received my preorder links for The Wild Rose Press for my holiday release, A KISS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS!!!
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?
When I looked up from my screen, a pair of gorgeous dark eyes stared down at me.
“I thought that was you.”
Looking, well, amazing doesn’t seem strong enough a word to use, but that’s what he did look like. All six foot plus of him, garbed from head to toe in inky, midnight black.
His wheat colored hair was a little windblown on the top and the tips of his ears were an adorable pink, probably from the chilly bite in the late afternoon air. He wore a black, extremely well-fitted suit jacket over his clothes that just couldn’t be clerical issued. It fit as if it had been hand tailored to his perfect shoulders, and not institutionally manufactured.
Once again, that fallen angel impression drifted into my mind.
“What are you doing here?” I swear, sometimes I want to slap my own head, just like mama and nonna do when someone misbehaves. “I’m sorry,” I told him, wincing. “That came out a little more than rude.”
He laughed and pulled out the chair across from mine. “No worries. You seemed pretty engrossed in what you were reading, so I’m sorry I startled you.”
Now, here’s the funny thing. Yesterday when we’d met, I’d been struck dumb by his hotness. This morning at mass, not so much. But right now, seated across from him, noticing how his cut-from-glass cheeks and granite jaw were just a little wind-chapped from the winter weather, I got a little squirmy in my seat, a hot bead of lust tickling my thighs and points directly north of them.
releases 11/30/16. available for preorder today!
And here’s the trailer – so beautiful!! KISS
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Love is the last thing Carly Lennox is looking for when she sets out on her new book tour. The independent, widowed author is content with a life spent writing and in raising her daughter. When newscaster Mike Woodard suggests they work on a television magazine profile based on her book, Carly’s thrilled, but guarded. His obvious desire to turn their relationship into something other than just a working one is more than she bargained for.
Mike Woodard is ambitious, and not only in his chosen profession. He wants Carly, maybe more than he’s ever wanted anything or anyone else. As he tells her, he’s a patient man. But the more they’re together, Mike realizes it isn’t simply desire beating within him. Carly Lennox is the missing piece in his life. Getting her to accept it-and him-may just be the toughest assignment he’s ever taken on.
Coming 2/8/16 just in time for Valentine’s Day: 3 Wishes
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 three wishes.
At about five minutes of ten I was almost ready to turn the Closed sign on the door when it opened. I heard Janie’s breath hitch and turned from where I was sweeping up. Staying open late is always a risk, with the thought thieves will invade at the end of the day.
If the guy standing at the door glancing around the shop was a thief, then Dio mio, I wanted to be robbed.
About six foot, his hair was the color of a deer’s pelt, with autumnal golds and browns shot together in a glorious patchwork that grazed the collar of his jacket and curled a little at the ends. He wore a faded brown bomber jacket over a shirt I couldn’t see, but he had shoulders almost as wide as my doorway. A pair of well-worn jeans covered his mile long legs, and the fabric on the stress points at his knees was practically white.
“We’re about to close,” I heard myself say. “Can I help you?”
It was at that moment he looked over at me.
His face could have been sculpted by Da Vinci or Michelangelo. A broad, smooth, forehead housed naturally arched eyebrows I knew some of my gay guy friends would have paid a fortune to have on their own faces. His cheeks were carved from marble, high, smooth and deep. And his mouth, mother-of-God, his mouth. Full, thick beautiful lips sat perfectly over a chin with a dent you could shove a button into and have it stay put.
“Sorry,” he said, those fabulous lips pulling up a little shyly at the corners. “I got stuck at work and couldn’t get here until now. I’ll be quick. Promise.”
So here’s the thing: the guy was gorgeous. But even if he’d looked like a frog with raw antipasto smothering his face, I would have dropped to my knees when he opened his mouth. Warm honey, a shot of raw whiskey, and a little hot puff of smoke wafted from his mouth like a fine and rare brandy being decanted.
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September 23, 2015 !! Yippie- can’t come soon enough!
FIRST IMPRESSIONS: The MacQuire Women, Book #3
Family Practice Doctor Clarissa Rogers’ first impression of Padric Cleary is biased and based on gossip. The handsome, charming veterinarian is considered a serial dater and commitment-phobic by his family and most of the town. Relationship shy, Clarissa refuses to lose her heart to a man who can’t pledge himself to her forever.
Pat Cleary, despite his reputation, is actually looking for “The One.” When he does give his heart away, he wants it to be for life. With his parent’s marriage as his guidebook, he wants a woman who will be his equal and soul mate in every way.
Can Pat convince everyone – including Clarissa – she’s the only woman for him?
“Have you ever been friends with a girl before?”
“Have a beer and shoot some pool friends? Or the kind with benefits?”
When she laughed out loud, he tried to think what was so funny.
“Have you ever just been friends with a girl without sex mixed into the equation?”
“Not since I was sixteen,” he admitted and felt his neck heat.
“That’s what I thought.”
She cocked her head. “It’s no secret I’m attracted to you. I think the way I just responded to you proves it. But I don’t jump into bed with a man just because I’m attracted to him.”
“So, what’s being friends got to do with anything?”
Clarissa sighed and leaned a hip against the doorjamb.
“I’ve been hearing about your reputation with women since I moved here, and I’m not looking to be the flavor of the week, Pat.”
He stared at her for a second as hurt washed through him. “You don’t sugar coat things do you?”
She reached out and gripped his forearm. Her hand felt so good against his skin, he instinctively laid his own over it. He swore he saw a flash of lightning spark from underneath his fingers.
“I don’t mean to insult you, but I’m trying to build a professional reputation in this town and I don’t want to do anything to give gossip mongers any fuel.”
“And dating me would?”
“Dating anyone would. This is a small town and everyone knows one another. But like I said, you have this rep where women are concerned.”
“I’m not going to apologize for liking women, Clarissa. I’m a guy.”
“That, you are.” Her lips split into a huge smile.
The ones who know you the best love you the most.
Symphony pianist Moira Cleary comes home after four years of touring, exhausted, sick, and spiritually broken. Emotional and psychological abuse at the hands of someone she trusted has left her gaunt, anxious, and at a crossroads both professionally and personally.
Moira’s best friend, veterinarian Quentin Stapleton, wants nothing more than to help Moira get well. Can his natural healing skills make it possible for her to open her heart again? And can he convince her she’s meant to stay home now with the family that loves her – and with him – forever?
“Remember when your cousin Tiffany got married in the backyard here?”
Confused, Moira nodded.
Quentin rubbed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “When the Reverend told Cole ‘you can kiss your bride,’ and he swooped her off the ground, spun her around and kissed her silly? Remember what you said?”
“I think I said it was the most romantic thing I’d ever seen.”
He nodded. “The exact quote was, ‘I hope someone kisses me like that some day.’”
Her grin was quick at the memory. “Pat snorted and said I’d better be satisfied with licks from the horses and Rob Roy because no guy was ever gonna kiss me.”
“He wasn’t known for tact back then.” He rubbed a hand down her back as he held her. “Remember what happened later on behind the barn?”
Because she did, she couldn’t stop the heat from spreading up her face like wildfire. When she nodded again, he said, “You wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed like that and since I was your best friend, you thought I should be the one to do it, because you – quote – felt safe with me – unquote.”
“What was I? Eleven?”
“Thirteen. And I was more than willing. Almost broke my heart in two when you said afterward, ‘I don’t see what all the fuss is about.’”
“Hush.” He kissed her forehead. “Ever since that day, all I’ve wanted is a second chance. Now,” he pulled her body closer, wrapped both arms around her small waist, his hands resting just above the dent in her spine. “We’re both a little older, a little more mature. Some of us are much more experienced—”
“Experienced,” he said, the laugh in his voice quiet and seductive, “and things can be so much better.”
She’s won Olympic gold, but can she win his heart?
Figure skater Tiffany Lennox is busy with rehearsals for an upcoming ice show when the only man she’s ever loved comes home after a two-year overseas stint. She needs him to see her for the woman she’s become and not the child he knew to ensure he stays home. This time, for good. With her.
For all his wanderlust and hunger for professional success, Cole Greer returns to New York wanting nothing more than to rest, relax, and recover. He is delighted in being Tiffany’s hero and has a special place in his heart reserved for her. But faced with the oh-so-desirable woman she’s become, he starts questioning his determination to keep their relationship platonic. When forced by the television network to go back on assignment, Cole—for the first time in his life—is torn between his career and his heart.
He’d been wrestling with her since she was a child. He’d taught her every subtle move to get the high ground, and in that moment she used the knowledge to her advantage. In one slick move, her arm came out across his neck, forcing his hold to loosen. When it did, she pulled her hand back and pushed forward, expertly flipping him in the seat.
To recover his balance, Cole leaned back into the couch, grabbed what he hoped were her upper arms, and shoved. In a heartbeat, she was lying backward along the length of the couch with him spread out on top of her.
Both were laughing and wriggling, each trying to get the upper hand.
Tiffany squealed, trying to twist her hips out from beneath him. “Let me go!”
“Not a chance. I know how your devious little mind works, and I taught you how to do this. The minute I loosen up, you’ll hip check me over the back of the couch. No, thanks.”
Tiffany burst out laughing. “You rat. That was exactly what I was going to do.”
“You know retreat and surrender are inevitable, Tiff. I outweigh you, and I’ve got the distinct advantage of your injury in my favor. Give?”
“Okay, you win.” She went limp beneath him.
The corners of his eyes narrowed as he smiled down at her. “You must be maturing,” he said. “You never used to give up so easily.”
When he removed one hand from her arm, she reached up to trace the outline of one of his eyes. Her finger moved from the outer canthus to his cheek, smoothing the skin she touched. “You didn’t have these little lines when you left.”
Cole stared down at her face.
Her finger roamed down to the corners of his mouth, outlining them, then on to the small dent in the middle of his chin. An impish grin fanned across her face. “I remember being little and wondering if I smoothed this line away would I be able to see inside you, like it was a door or some kind of opening to your insides. Dumb, huh?”
“Sweet,” he said, softly. “Little girl sweet. Never dumb.”
Her eyes traveled up to his and locked there.
“When I got older I wondered what it would be like to kiss it.”
His breath hitched.
“Would it taste like soap, left over from shaving, or would it be all spiky and nubby because you missed a few hairs. Or would it taste uniquely like you do. I still wonder about that.”
Knowing what he was about to do, and to whom, should have sent him jumping off the couch, running in the other direction. Instead, when his head came down to hers all Cole could think about was how much he wanted to taste her again, how he wanted to lose himself in her, and how both those feelings somehow seemed right, even though he knew they shouldn’t.