I’m over on the fabulous Fiona McVie’s blog today with a great interview I recently did with her. Here’s the link: Interview.
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Well, this year is the first time I actually finished ahead of my goal before December 31! The funny thing is, I have read so many more than 103 books so far this year. The ones that made it to this list were mostly Netgalley and author review request books that I was required to write a review for and document that I’d read the book. But I have read a bunch of new authors in book/print formthis year that I never added to my Goodreads stats. Why you ask? Laziness is the main reason, hee hee.
Do you ever record the number of books you read in a year? A month? Even a week? I bet if you did you’d be surprised at the number you actually finish. I know I was. The first year I took the challenge I read 150 books. Year 2, the same. Last year I put 150 down as my goal and actually managed to finish with 168 in the queue. This year I made my goal a little less because I remembered what a struggle it was last year to finish at the number I did. I’m happy, too, that I lowered it because this year I read only books I wanted to read and not those I was suggested or asked to read.
SO, how many books a year do you manage? Any? Less than 50? More than 100? The number of books pledged on this years Goodreads challenge is: 261,287,175. That’s over two hundred million books!!!! The average number pledged is 63. MY little writing heart hopes some of those pledges include my own books!.
I started digging because I didn’t feel this could be true. And you know what? It isn’t. Not even close.
This article debunks the entire premise that people don’t read after they graduate high school. In fact, the article states:
“Recent studies have actually shown that readership is up in the United States, with young people reading more than older people. A 2014 study by the Pew Research Center found that “millennials are quite similar to their elders when it comes to the amount of book reading they do, but young adults are more likely to have read a book in the past 12 months.”
Now, that’s more like it!
The advent of ereaders, like Kindle and Nook, have made it so much easier for people to take what they are reading anywhere with them. It’s a whole lot easier to cart around a tome like Lord of the Rings on a kindle than it is to lug the print book to and fro. Reading on the subway while on the way to work, or the bus, or even on a plane during vacations and long flights is easier. In fact, every time I fly I see more and more passengers reading books on their phones, devices and even computers.
Can I just tell you how much I simply adore that!
I’m trying to decide how many books to set next year for my goal. 150 was tough. 100 not so much. Should I average it out and say 125? I’ve still got a few weeks to decide.
I seriously think you should consider doing a reading challenge. It’s fun, competitive without being hard ( hey, you’re reading!! Not climbing a mountain in the rain barefoot and naked!) and reading is such a great way to keep your mind and soul refreshed and young.
Keep reading, peeps.
Until next time ~ Peg
It’s not difficult to figure out what the Sunday Snippet is this week, is it? Since IT’S A TRUST THING released on Friday, it makes sense I offer a little sumthin’ sumthin’ to whet your appetite and hopefully get you to read the book. Hee hee.
There’s nothing I like more than when a strong woman – or man – shows his/her vulnerability. In this scene, it’s Nell who does. This is the beginning of her learning to trust in a man she knows practically nothing about except he makes her feel like no other man ever has.
Can she trust him? We’ll find out, won’t we? Hee hee
This is nice,” I said again, eyeing the treetops and the panorama of the horizon. “Do you love sitting out here?”
“I do. Sometimes, when I’ve got nothing that needs my imminent attention, I’ll sit out here on an afternoon and read a book, or bring my laptop out and catch up on what’s going on in the world.” He glanced over at me. “Probably sounds pretty boring to you.”
“Not in the least. I love quiet days, truthfully, because they happen so rarely.”
“What’s your idea of a perfect day, then? One where you could do anything you wanted?”
I didn’t even need to think.
“I love to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge and spend an afternoon strolling along the waterfront.”
He cocked his head.
“Have you ever done that? Walked from Manhattan to Brooklyn?”
“I haven’t, no.”
“It’s so much fun, especially on a sunny weekend day. Families with kids in strollers; old folks walking arm in arm. Musicians set up along the walkway and play for donations. I love to people watch. Plus it’s a great way to get in a few miles of exercise without thinking of it as a workout.”
“We’ll have to do it sometime, together. Sounds like a fun day.”
“It is.” A little ball of pleasure bounced through me that he wanted to do it with me.
When I bit into the red velvet cupcake I’d put on a dish, I couldn’t help the moan that broke through my lips. I closed my eyes and let the sweet flavors dance over my taste buds, Forget pumpkin spice. I could eat red velvet cupcakes every single day,” I said, “and still come back for more. They’re so sinful.”
“Hmm. They are good.”
When I opened my eyes, Charlie was sampling his own. His lips, those full and utterly kissable lips, were open and pressed against the cake. A dab of cream cheese frosting dotted the corner of his mouth as he took a bite, then swallowed. Without even a thought to stop myself from what I was about to do, I reached over and swiped my index finger across his mouth.
Charlie went stock-still. He was so still I wasn’t sure he was breathing. The dimmed outdoor lighting reflected twinkling shards of moisture in his eyes as he stared at me. Silent anticipation drifted from him in waves.
Or maybe it was from me.
With a tiny bit of pressure, I swiped the frosting from his mouth, then slid my finger between my lips to suck it off.
How was it possible it tasted better coming from his lips than it had from my own?
The air suddenly changed around us as Charlie let out a deep breath. I was right in thinking he’d been holding his breath, because the volume of air he expelled was vast.
With deliberate and careful movements, he placed the rest of his uneaten dessert on the snack table between us, tossed his legs over the edge of the chaise, and rested his elbows on this thighs, his fingers folded together. With his chin dropped to his chest, he took in another breath, as if bracing himself for something. When he lifted his gaze to mine I had a pretty good idea what it was.
With the sun almost set and the lights from the city shining around us, his beautiful blue eyes had turned to pale ash. They were so enflamed with heat I wouldn’t have been surprised to see smoke billow from their corners.
The look of desire is something I’m familiar with. Too many times I’ve seen one of my hunky employees glance at one of Ella’s girls with blatant sexual hunger filling their faces.
I’ve seen it boldly displayed on some of the men I’ve dated who’d thought being with a fringe celebrity was a boost to their narcissistic fantasies, to puff up their already swollen egos. Their desire was more for the situation than for me.
The need in Charlie’s eyes wasn’t like any of those other examples. No, his was pure and raw and all about…me.
A moment ago the tea had protected me against the cool evening air.
But I didn’t need it now. The warmth from Charlie’s gaze was enough to counteract any external chill. And despite the cauldron of heat coming my way, the hairs on my skin stood straight up at attention.
This man, this lovely, charming man whom I still really knew nothing about except his name and a few minor tidbits of his life, wanted me.
No hidden agenda; no nefarious reasons; no thoughts to use me to his own gain.
How I knew this to be true was baffling. But I was as sure of it as I was that the moon would rise and then give way to the sun. What I was going to do about it was the question.
I don’t remember tossing my legs over the edge of the lounge chair or placing my dish on the table between us, but I did.
Charlie sat up straight, his face an open mask of curiosity with a dose of caution mixed in.
I took a step—literal and emotional—toward him, moving into the open space between his thighs. For a hot second I was afraid it was the wine making me bold.
In the next breath I realized that for the lie it was. Alcohol had nothing to do with what I was about to do.
“Nell?” His hands lifted to settle on my hips.
I licked my lips. “Can I ask you something?”
“Can I lie down, here, next to you?”
If he thought the question odd, he kept his opinion hidden as he continued to peer up at me.
“I have this overwhelming need for you to hold me right now,” I told him with more honesty than I’d ever given another man. “Is that okay with you?”
Intrigued? I hope you are! You can get your copy here: Amazon
Until next time ~ Peg
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I’m thrilled to be a part of this event. My book, It’s a Trust thing is featured today! I even talk about my what I’m thankful for this year. You won’t want to miss it.
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Drawing will be held on December 1.
Have fun reading, peeps.
Until Next time ~Peg
Hee hee. Ominous title for a blog, no?!! I don’t mean it to be because I’m talking about the 7 more days – or as the kids say – 7 more sleeps – until IT’S A TRUST THING releases into the ebook reading world.
Have you preorderd your copy yet? Maybe reading that little snippet on the ad above will motivate you. Hee Hee
Nell Newbery has trust issues. It’s hard to trust when you’re the daughter of a fallen financial scion who bilked people out of billions. Nell’s done everything in her power to keep away from men who see her as their ticket to fortune and fame. All she wants to do is run her ultra-successful business, HELPFUL HUNKS, in peace.
But it wouldn’t hurt to find a guy who doesn’t know a thing about her father’s felonious past; one she can give her heart to and trust it won’t come back to her battered, bruised, and broken.
Is Charlie Churchill that guy? On the surface he seems perfect, all polished manners and quiet mirth. Nell’s convinced he knows nothing about her, other than she likes superhero movies and views junk food as a food group.
Can she trust him to be what he appears to be? Or is he just pretending?
For Nell, trust is everything in life…and in love.
Until next time ~Peg
So, tomorrow I’m revealing the amazeballs cover for my upcoming Match Made in Heaven release TODAY, TOMORROW, ALWAYS. I’m uber-excited for you all to read about Cathy O’Dowd Mulvaney and Mac Frayne. They are two very different people and I had to really stretch as a writer to get them together for an HEA.
Today, here’s a little something about the first time Cathy meets Frayne.
Any remnants of a grin remaining on my face died the moment my gaze lit on McLachlan Frayne.
On the book jacket, he’d given off an air of commanding arrogance as he’d stared into the camera’s lens. In the flesh, that description flew out the window.
He was tall, so I had to lift my head to view him properly. Those wide shoulders were covered in a dark sports jacket a size or two too big for his frame. Under it, a black V-neck sweater sat over the same color T-shirt, the collar peeking through the jagged neck of the vee. Yards of leg were covered by faded jeans, white from wear in all the regular stress places. Black Converse sneakers adorned his feet and looked so soft and comfortable, I grew a little jealous.
Shaggy hair a good time past a trim framed a face that could have been a tourism board ad for Ireland. Eyes the same color as frozen Arctic ice were deer-caught-in-the-headlights wide as a twin set of commas indented the corners of his mouth. The notion he was in some kind of pain shot through me, and for the briefest of moments, I wanted to reach up and run a finger along those grooves to smooth away whatever anguish had caused them.
Intrigued? Come back tomorrow to get a gander at the perfect cover for this story!! I actually cried when I saw it the first time.
Until next time ~ Peg