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WILD CARD UNDERCOVER – A re-release of a favorite book by KARI LEMOR

I read my favorite books more than once – and author Kari Lemor’s books are some I’ve read even more than that! She’s re-releasing her  LOVE ON THE LINE series in 2021 with new covers and added material.  3 new books  are in the collection ( later in the year) and today, the first in the series – WILD CARD UNDERCOVER – comes out. Read all about it:

Some gambles are worth the risk . . .

Trapped in the nightmare of Miami’s illicit underworld, Meg O’Hara has no choice but work for a high-stakes criminal to repay a debt. Freedom is a pipe dream, until FBI agent Christopher Shaunessy offers her a way out. It won’t be easy, especially playing the role of lover to the charismatic agent. Getting the goods on her boss could mean her life, a risk she’ll take to be rid of the rat’s vulgar advances.

Chris Shaunessy doesn’t break rules, but working with Meg is pushing even his well-honed control to the limit. Personal involvement should never mix in the sordid world of organized crime. They’re playing a perilous game. Giving into temptation could be his biggest mistake because the kisses they share might be more dangerous than the case…

Heat level/warnings: some cursing, sensual scenes (PG 13) sexual chemistry, some violence

Reviews:

RT Book Reviews says: “Wild Card Undercover will capture your heart with its humor and witty characters. A knight in shining armor rescuing a damsel in distress while infiltrating the mob is no small task. Kudos to Lemor who has gracefully mixed a femme fatale with a dash of The Godfather and tossed it together with romance and laughter.”

“Intriguing and dangerous- when it comes to the take down- Kari Lemor kept the pace fast and heart wrenching. Sweet and laced with sexy banter- the entire story was emotional and Chris and Meg were a dynamic couple.”

“The story was suspenseful and fast paced, and the chemistry between the characters was sizzling.”

 

Excerpt:

She finished chewing the piece of cantaloupe she’d been devouring and said, “Juice would be great. Thanks. I didn’t mean to sleep so late, but the bed was amazingly comfortable. I don’t think you’re ever going to be able to get me out of here now.”

He poured juice into a glass and sat opposite her. “Glad you enjoyed it. Not everyone sleeps well in a new bed. Obviously, it didn’t affect you.”

She looked up, sheepish, taking a big bite of the cinnamon muffin in her hand. “I’m so tired after work, I could probably sleep on the side of the road.”

“I wouldn’t suggest trying that around here. You’re more than welcome to keep using the bed.”

As she grabbed a juicy, red strawberry, she rolled her eyes. When was the last time she’d eaten? He’d have to make sure to get some good food in here for her. She needed to be full strength. Hopefully, she liked home cooking, since room service hadn’t been part of the deal with the hotel.

He was sure she was a strong one, considering what she’d been through the last year or so. She’d have to be to continue day after day on her feet, then go home to that shithole of a room. Her determination in keeping her family safe was admirable.

“So, what are the plans for today?” she asked as she shoved the rest of the muffin into her mouth.

He faked a pensive look. “Well, I was thinking I’d hang out by the pool and work on my tan.”

He laughed at her exasperated glare. “It’s all part of the undercover assignment, sweetie. You can’t go running around sticking your nose in people’s business. You have to ease yourself in, slowly, so they don’t suspect anything.”

“Sweetie?” Her eyebrow raised, her tone derisive.

He threw her a crooked smile. “All part of the undercover assignment, sweetie.”

She groaned. “Do I have to call you some stupid, sappy nickname, too?”

“Only if you want to. You could make it something to show what you think of me. You know, like Stud, Hotcakes, or how about Big Daddy?”

She looked like she didn’t know whether to laugh or throw up at his suggestions.

“I know.” Her eyes gleamed. “How about Cuddlebunny?”

Was she serious? “Nah, Chris is fine.”

“Chris Martin, though, right? Shaunessy is your real name?”

“It’s actually Christopher Martin Shaunessy. It’s easier to keep things simple when undercover if you can.”

“I picked Katie for a similar reason. One of my brothers calls me Maggie Kate, and I figured I would respond to it. Harrington, O’Hara, close enough. It’s worked for me so far.”

“It’ll continue to work, until we can put Moreno behind bars

Get your copy, and Read the first chapters on many of these sites:

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#BacklistThursday 1.14.2021

Last week I shared a little snippet from my debut novel, Skater’s Waltz. This week on #BacklistThursday, the second book in The MacQuire Women series, THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME.

This book is so dear to me because it was my very first, true Friends to lovers romance novel.

Blurb:

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?

and here’s a little snippet from the book…

She started to open the front door but stopped when Quentin abruptly turned back and started up the porch steps again.

“I forgot something,” he told her.

“What?”

When he came up the last step and crossed to her, he said, “this,” and without another word pulled her into his arms.

Her first and last coherent thought was her best friend was going to kiss her goodnight. After a heartbeat, she forgot the best friend part and knew down to her toes friendship had nothing to do with this.

His lips slid across her mouth, soft and gentle, testing, tasting. Moira’s mind went blank as she succumbed to the sensation of them, hot and hard, pressing against hers in a kiss like none he’d ever given her before. Slowly, he traced her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, silently asking her to open for him. When she did, he entered her mouth and began to explore, each movement becoming more demanding, more insistent. Moira fell against him, fisting his jacket lapels to steady herself. When she felt his heartbeat pounding under her hands, she grew lightheaded with need. Quentin framed her face with his fingertips, softly tugging down on her chin, changing the angle of the kiss.

She’d been kissed before, but never, never with such all consuming need and longing. She heard a deep moan and was shocked to realize the sound had escaped from her. One of Quentin’s hands left her face to slide down her back. When he pushed against her backside and molded her body to his, Moira’s stomach jumped. This time, though, it wasn’t with the painful contractions she’d come to expect, but with a heart- stopping craving.

A craving for him.

She unfurled her hands from his jacket and, without thought, wound them upwards, weaving them over his shirt collar and up through his hair. She grabbed onto the ends, pulled his head down closer, and held on fast.

All aspect of time was lost. Nothing mattered but the delicious feel of his strong hands caressing her back and the taste of him as his tongue mated with hers.

This couldn’t be happening. It had to be a dream.

But no dream had ever made her want like this, feel like this. When he skimmed his lips across her jaw and down her throat, stopping to take her lobe into his mouth, Moira knew this wasn’t a dream. That same feeling she’d had when she looked at him in the movie steeped through her again, tickling her stomach muscles. With a jolt, she realized the sensation was desire. Pure and simple.

Quentin pulled back and stared down into her face. With a heavy sigh, he laid his forehead against hers, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. So damn long.”

“Q—?”

He traced one finger lazily down her jaw and across the lips he’d just caressed, silencing her. “Remember when your cousin Tiffany got married in the backyard here?”

Confused, Moira nodded. She licked her lips, running her tongue across his caressing finger. The hiss that blew from him made her thighs shake.

Quentin rubbed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “When the Reverend told Cole ‘you may now kiss your bride,’ and he swooped her off the ground, spun her around, and kissed her silly? Remember what you said?”

Moira tried to conjure the scene. “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 going to kiss me like that.”

“He wasn’t known for tact back then,” he said, rubbing a hand down her back as he held her next to him in the soft lamplight from the porch. The soothing, rhythmic smoothing of his hand made every nerve on Moira’s body stand at attention.

“Later on that day, behind the barn, remember what happened then?”

Because she did, she couldn’t stop the heat from spreading up her face like wildfire. When she merely nodded, he traced a kiss across the area he’d just caressed, and 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?” she said, finally finding her voice, and unnerved to hear it whining.

“Thirteen. We both were, and I was more than willing to do it. Almost broke my heart in two when you said afterward, ‘I don’t see what all the fuss is about.’”

His lips twitched at the corners when he said it, and Moira felt the warmth of her blush intensify.

“Q—”

“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 hand 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—”

“And conceited.”

“Experienced,” he said, the laugh in his voice quiet and seductive, “and things can be so much better.”

And if you read the book, you know they were, hee hee!

Intrigued to read more? Here ya go, let me make it easy: There’s No Place Like Home

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IT’S A TRUST THING is part of the N.N. Light literary giveaway for January 2021!

 

It’s a brand-new year, and many of you us have made resolutions. Here’s one that should be easy to keep: read more books in 2021!

N. N. Light’s Book Heaven is sponsoring an incredible giveaway where you can win books, both e-copy and print, plus a gift card. Everything from fiction to romance to young adult and everything in between is up for grabs, and you might win one of my books, IT’S A TRUST THING.

Enter to win below and good luck! If you want to win my book, be sure to mention it in the box on the Rafflecopter entry. The list is long and personally, I’d love to win myself but alas, I can’t. So, I’ll just live vicariously through the lucky winners. If there’s a particular book or prize you’d like to win, be sure to say which prize you want when you enter via Rafflecopter. Enter below and good luck!

Resolve to Read More Books Giveaway: https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/92db775092

GOOD LUCK and HAPPY READING!! ~Peg

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2021…a time to buckle down

So I let 2020 get to me in regards to my writing goals. My usual 1.5-2 k words per day dropped significantly and I found myself watching streaming services much more than my brain ( and behind) liked. I’m buckling down on my 2021 writing goals and tightening up the publishing schedule so that I stay focused and DEDICATED   to my career this year.

I have several projects in the works or planning stages right now that I’d like to get done/published this year.

  1. A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: AIDEN (book2)is finished, I just need to make sure all is perfect before I send it to my editor (90K words)
  2. A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: DYLAN (book 3) is plotted and I will start that soon (90k words)
  3. HIS UPTOWN GIRL is book 4 in the Uptown girl series ( previously called DotComGirls). It’s plotted and needs to be written (75-80k words)
  4. SANTA BABY is a prequel to the CHRISTMAS COMES TO DICKENS II series and is a novella. I need to plot and write that (10k words)
  5. FIXING CHRISTMAS is the next book in the CHRISTMAS COMES TO DICKENS II series and is plotted, needs to be written (55-60k words)
  6. HEAVEN’S MATCHMAKER ( new series, 4 books ) is plotted. I hope to start the first book this year for publication in 2022.

So, in order to meet all those word counts, I need to set a daily goal of 3.5- 5 words, 5 days a week ( on the weekends I do blogging stuff).

Keep your fingers crossed for me. I’ve got every available opposable body part crossed!

Until next time, peeps. I’ve gotta get writing! ~Peg

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My word for 2021…

If 2020 taught me anything, it’s that time is precious and fleeting. I’ve stared down at my own mortality and realized I waste more time than I should for the goals I want to accomplish.

So, the word I’m keeping at the forefront of my brain this year is DEDICATION.

The dictionary definition of dedication is: the quality of being dedicated or committed to a task or purpose. Easy, peasy. Commit yourself, your time, your efforts to something you want to accomplish. Since my life is divided into compartments, I need to dedicate myself all around.

First, to my family. The plague has prevented me from seeing those family members and friends I love best, so until we are all able to get together and hug one another without worry again, I am dedicating myself to reaching out more and being more involved in their lives. I’ve let that slip this year and have let too much time go on between encounters, be they over the phone, in letters, or Zoom. 2021 will see me initiate more facetime with the people who mean the most to me.

Second, to my health. I’ve been able to keep Covid free this year because I listened to the scientists and the doctors. My hands are chapped from so much washing and sometimes I think hand sanitizer has become my new perfume since I permeate it when I get a whiff of  myself. While the isolation/quarantining has kept me plague-free, it has done a number on my weight and overall health. I sleep even worse than I did before ( which wasn’t much, as many of you know) and comfort foods became a big distraction in 2020, leading to a weight gain that is not conducive with the health of my joints or my psyche. in 2021 I am dedicating myself to exercising daily and cutting out the crap foods. I can be just as comforted eating a carton of yogurt than I can a package of Chips Ahoy cookies. Well, maybe not so much, but I am determined to make the better choices in the eating department.

Third, my writing career. I feel like this area needs the most dedication. Before the crisis, I was pounding out 2-3000 words per day. I didn’t need to be quarantined to sit at my desk and write because I was already a hermit. One would think that during an enforced home isolation I’d bang out even more words because I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere. Didn’t happen. Somewhere along the way I got lazy and started doing other things like baking, binge-watching Netflix, Hulu, and Disney, and trolling social media for hours. As a result I didn’t make much money this year from sales because I didn’t put out much product. in 2021 that is going to change. I already have 6 books that need writing ( 2 are novellas so that helps), I wnt to start a new romance series, and I am rededicating myself to putting the book writing first. Blogging can come second and social media third. I’ve built a good following on all my social platforms so I think I can let them grow a bit organically this year.

SO, that’s my life pan for 2021 and the word I hope helps me achieve everything I want to achieve.

Enjoy this first day of the new year and lets all pray the craziness of 2020  is behind us for good and forever.

Until next time, peeps ~ Peg

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A win and a much needed ego boost!

So, last week I reported that I had 3 book in the finals of the N.N. Light’s Book Heaven Book of the Year awards and today I am beyond pleased to announce MISTLETOE, MOBSTERS, & MOZZARELLA WON it’s category – Holiday Romance!!! Since this is a holiday themed RomCom and Christmas is 2 days way, this just felt extra special!

In a time when all around us looks dark and scary, reading something lighthearted is one way to cope with the depression and fear that is inherent in this pandemic. If you need a little comedic uptick, or are just looking for light reading to take you away for a few hours, I hope you will consider purchasing this book for yourself – or even as a holiday gift for someone else who might need a good laugh to get through a bad day.

And now I’m off to bask in this ego boost!!!

Until next time, peeps ~ Peg

Looking for me? Here I am:

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A Pre-Christmas Facebook Party!

Hey all ! Want to have a little fun before the festivities, cooking, and unwrapping presents starts?  The Facebook group I LOVE ROMANCE BOOKS! is having a party tomorrow, starting at 9 am EST. There’s a great lineup of romance authors – MOI included! hee hee. Fun, games, a few giveaways ( I’m sure!) and lots of entertainment are promised to make this a funfunfun and festive day.

Here’s the schedule: (All times are EASTERN)
Lucinda Race 9:00 am
Carol Van Den Hende 9:30 AM
Anna Tayler Sweringen 10:00 AM
Jean C. Gordon 10:30 AM
Liz Flaherty 11:00 AM
Bonnie Edwards 11:30 AM
Ginny Frost 12:00 PM
JM Davies 12:30 PM
Susan Hanniford Crowley 1:00 PM
Meka James 1:30 PM
Roni Denholtz 2:00 PM
Darlene Deluca 2:30 PM
Jennifer Wilck 3:00 PM
Peggy Jaeger 3:30 PM
Kathryn Hills 4:00 PM
Ellen Mint/Sabrina Zbasnik 4:30 PM
Judy Kentrus 5:00 PM
Delancey Stewart / Kelly Greer PA 5:30 PM

So, plan your day accordingly and join us!!

Link: FACEBOOK

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A great #Booksweeps Contest…Medium & Steamy romances!

Today, I have a fun surprise to share with you…I’ve teamed up with 50+ fantastic authors to give away a huge collection of Medium & Steamy Romances to 2 lucky winners!

Oh, and did I mention the Grand Prize winner gets a BRAND NEW eReader? 😁

You can win my book, DIRTY DAMSELS, plus books from authors like Samantha Chase and Dani Collins.

Enter the giveaway by clicking here 👉bit.ly/SteamyRomance-Dec2020  after 10 am EST today when the link goes live!

Good luck and enjoy! Peg

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NN Light 2020 Book Awards finalists – a thruple for me!

Every year, one of my favorite promoters/reviewers/book lovers, N.N. Light ( a husband and wife dynamic duo!) rate the best books they’ve read and reviewed over the previous year and all the books that have received 5 stars are chosen as finalists. In 2020 – a year that saw little professional joy for me – I am honored to have 3 books nominated in various categories for their prestigious awards.

VANILLA WITH A TWIST is in the ROMANTIC COMEDY category

MISTLETOE, MOBSTERS, & MOZZARELLA is in theHOLIDAY ROMANCE category

And A  PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK is a finalist in the ROMANTIC SUSPENSE category.

This is an unbelievable honor!!

In 2019, DEARLY BELOVED was the winner in the ROMANTIC COMEDY category and cried happy tears for days!!

For a complete list of this year’s finalists, you can click on this link: NNLIGHTBOOKAWRDS2020

The winners will be announced next week and I am keeping various body parts crossed for another win! What a fabulous Christmas Present that would be!

Want to read any of the books? Here are the links:

VANILLA WITH A TWIST

A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK

MISTLETOE, MOBSTERS, & MOZZARELLA

DEARLY BELOVED

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#sundaySnippet 12.6.2020

Since BAKED WITH LOVE releases in 3 more days ( YAY!!!!) I thought today’s snippet should be from the book to whet your bookreading appetites.

In this little snippet, Maureen and Lucas are discussing Lucas’s teenaged son’s first day of working at Inn Heaven – Maureen’s B&B. We get a little glimpse of Lucas’s feelings for Maureen – as does she – and for the first time see that he thinks more of her than just as a friend.

Lucas nodded. “He seems pretty stoked about working, something I’m surprised about. Glad, for sure, but surprised. I figured…” He shrugged.

“I know. I thought a fifteen-year-old boy would rather be any place than in a kitchen every day, but he actually asked to work most days during the week and on weekends for the weddings. We’ll see how long this enthusiasm lasts.” I grinned up at him while I towel- dried a mug.

“I don’t know, Mo. If it was me, I wouldn’t mind being stuck in a kitchen every day—”

“That’s because you’re always hungry.”

“—if it was with you.”

My hand stopped rubbing the porcelain. Okay, what?

I’m usually fairly adept at not showing my feelings or have what’s running through my mind cross my face. Nanny has commented many times over the years I’m the person she least likes playing poker with because she can’t read me. The ability to hide my true feelings has gotten me through some testy times with my parents, a bad breakup with a verbally abusive boyfriend, and my twin’s illness then death. Plus, for as many times as we’d been together over the years, Lucas had never once guessed how I truly felt about him.

Right now, though, I was finding it next to impossible to school my features and body into its usual calm nonchalance. I can only imagine how I must have appeared to him, standing there with the towel thrust into the mug, my hand paralyzed—my body as well— as I stared up at him, silent.

“What’s wrong?” He uncrossed his arms and took a step toward me, his brows grooving toward the middle of his forehead. “Maureen?”

I blinked a few times when his hand snaked around my upper arm. A soothing, comforting warmth seeped through me from his touch. I wanted to move in closer, melt into his arms, and snuggle into all his heat. When I found myself shifting so I could, I took a step backward, mentally and physically. Lucas didn’t drop his hold but kept his hand on my arm, his other one following suit.

“Nothing. Sorry. I’m fine.” I shook my head a few times and planted what I hoped looked like a self- deprecating grin on my face.

“I lost you there for a second.” His gaze swept across my face, searching, silently questioning.

“Sorry. I’ve got a lot going on up here.” I pointed a finger at my head. “Thinking fifteen steps ahead about what needs to be done around this place.”

He waited a beat, those intelligent, intense eyes never wavering from my own. “Why don’t I believe that’s all it is?”

It was no wonder he was such a good lawman. With his gaze zeroed in on me, piercing and probing, and his voice low, deep, and commanding, almost seductively sly in its cadence, I imagined people who’d broken the law were no match for him when it came to his garnering confessions.

I pulled a Colleen-worthy eye roll. “Because you’re a cop and you’re naturally suspicious. It’s ground into your DNA. Like the green in your eyes.”

One eyebrow quirked high up on his forehead. “The green in my eyes?”

His mouth stayed perfectly straight, but I got the distinct impression he was laughing at me.

“It’s true. Your eyes are green, and you’re naturally nosy.”

His inspection grew more intense as he dipped his chin and glared at me. The heat in his stare shot straight down to my core and exploded.

I’m pretty sure I shuddered.

Lucas’s fingers kneaded my arms. Every nerve ending in my body stood straight up, like I’d walked across a rug in the dead of winter and then touched something metal, sparking an electric shock. I licked lips that had suddenly gone desert-dry.

His gaze took a slow stroll down to my mouth and lingered. Enough so those butterflies finally made a break for freedom. Without any will to prevent it, my mouth fell open and I dragged in about a quart of air, my shoulders lifting, then dropping with the effort. I lost the grip on the mug and when it slipped out of my hand, Lucas let go of my arms as we both reached for it at the same time.

My reflexes are quick. Lucas’s are like lightning.

Both our hands went around the cup at the same time, but in moving for it, Lucas had to bend from his substantial height. When he did, our heads connected and a resounding thwack echoed around us.

Ow.” I let the mug go free into his hand and palmed the spot of contact on my forehead. “Your skull’s made of cement.”

Lucas placed the mug on the counter, then tugged my hand off my head.

I swatted him away. It was like slicing air because it had no effect on halting him from touching me.

“Let me see. Stop squirming.” He cupped my chin to hold me in place.

In all honesty, I’d gone statue-still again the moment his hand curled around my jaw. I knew Lucas’s fingers were strong, an effect of being a life-long shooter. Thick-skinned, coarse, and powerful, his grip was surprising gentle though, as he held my face in one hand and pressed against the throbbing notch on my forehead with the other.

“You’re gonna have a goose egg.”

“And whose fault is that?” I mumbled.

“Better get some ice on it, fast.”

This time when I glanced up at him, he was attempting—and failing—to hide a grin.

Through narrowed eyes, I said, “Thanks for the advice. Mind letting go of me so I can?”

Lucas glanced at the hand wrapped around my chin, frowned, then drew his attention back up to meet my eyes.

Calling them green hadn’t done them a bit of justice. There are so many variations of the simple color, and none of them applied to Lucas.

They weren’t the bright green of a shamrock or the metallic sheen of jade. Neither were they pale like sage nor brilliant like winking emeralds. The purest and most accurate way to describe them was they mimicked the color of fresh moss at midnight: deep and dark with shards of yellow in the mix reflected in moonlight. Long lashed with a tiny tilt at the corners and subtle lines fanning out to his temples, Lucas’s eyes had always been captivating to me. Right now, with his hand holding my chin, and his body so close I could detect the brand of soap he’d used in the shower, they were mesmerizing.

The air between us changed in a finger snap. Energized. Ignited.

Something in Lucas changed, as well. His shoulders were drawn up almost to his ears, and his breathing went a little deeper, a little louder as we stood there. The groove between his eyebrows folded inward even more than it usually did. When his tongue flicked out and crossed over his bottom lip like mine had a few moments ago, I bit down on the need to press my own mouth to his.

I may have moaned.

The swift inhale Lucas took convinced me he’d heard the sound and recognized it for the naked desire it was. The hand at my chin tensed and drew me in closer. So close, I could count every hair of the afternoon stubble shading his etched cheeks and strong jaw.

An insane urge to run my tongue along the length of that shadow hopscotched through me. I might have succumbed to the impulse if Robert’s voice hadn’t spilt into the room.

“Dad?” We both blinked at the sound.
 “What’s going on?”

“Maureen dropped a cup,” Lucas told him after a moment, his attention never wavering from me. His voice was thick and low. “We bumped heads when we went to get it. Grab some ice from the freezer, would ya, son?”

Intrigued? You can preorder your copy here and have it when it releases on 12.9.2020 :BWL

And, if you’d like a PRINT version of the book, My website store is selling them for only $10.00 Waaaay below every retailer – including Amazon. You can order a copy here: BWL 

And…….if you’d like to get an autographed print copy for free, you can enter to win 1 0f 3 copies in my Goodreads Giveaway, here: GRG

So many ways to read!!!

Happy Sunday, peeps ~ Peg

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