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#RWA2019 #RWA19 Last days…

Friday was a whirlwind, let me tell you.

It started with a great workshop on writing Romantic Comedy – which is near and dear to me, as you all know, and how much we can learn about writing it from watching classic RomCom movies. Excellent stuff, peeps.

Than, it was on to the KENSINGTON book signing. I had copies of my Golden Quill Winner, CAN’T STAND THE HEAT and A SHOT AT LOVE.

The worker elves at Kensington made these gorgeous frames for us to display

and you can see where I placed mine in the picture above of the table. The room, let me tell you, was jampacked with readers when the doors opened at 11. I had to turn my hearing aid DOWN because the level of excitement was shooting through me at warp speed! I gave away all my books – signed! Such a great turnout. And it was nice to connect with fellow Lyrical writers Susan Mann , Kate Pearce, and Mary Ann Marlowe.

The rest of the day was spent at workshops, including a fabulous marketing class taught by the wonderful and uber smart and talented, Kilby Blades.

The evening ending with annual RITA AWARDS where romance authors are recognized for their writing. This night, history was made as the first and second black women EVER were awarded Ritas. It was a long time coming and these uber talented women richly deserved the honors.

I’m going to do one last post tomorrow, a wrap-up of sorts, of this year’s RWA experience for me, so you won’t want to miss that.

Until next time ~Peg

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#1stKissFriday 6.21.19

It just stands to reason that since I’m promoting my upcoming DIRTY DAMSELS release, I might as well show you the first kiss between Ella and Buddy, no?

Hee hee.

Problem is…I really can’t. This blog is billed at PG13 and the first kiss between these two occurs during a time that’s…not. ( PG 13, that is!!!)The second kiss is equally as sexy, so I can’t show that one, either.

Sorry! ( Not, sorry!)

To make up for it, here’s a little snippet between them that’s fairly tame…maybe!

In a smooth move he pulled me into his arms, the length of our bodies touching.

“You don’t have to thank me, Ella. I’m just happy I could put that beautiful smile back on your face.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “And it sounds like it’s about time someone took care of you for a change.”

Can I just tell you how I almost melted into a puddle at those words?

Without thinking I shouldn’t – for so many reasons – I lifted up on my toes and pressed my lips against his, just as I had in the hotel room. Kissing him for the first time at midnight when I knew what was about to happen between us had been a new and titillating experience. But now I knew how he tasted, how amazing his lips and tongue felt mating with mine, and anticipation pushed aside all the thoughts of why I shouldn’t be doing this with this man again.

I hadn’t known who he was before or what the consequences of being with him could be. Now I did.

And you know what? I didn’t care.

His hands tightened around my waist pulling me even closer. The beat of his heart quickening drummed through his chest and pounded against mine. He kept the kiss sweet, apparently giving me the choice to deepen it.

I did.

Some inner wicked spark made me swipe at his lower lip with the tip of my tongue, then drag along the seam separating his two lips. When they parted for me on a breath, I dove in.

The kiss went from sweet and thoughtful to frenzied and mind-blowing in a nanosecond. One of his hands ran up my spine to cup the back of my neck, the other dipped lower to mold over my ass. I let my head fall backward into his able grip while Buddy changed the angle of the kiss, allowing him even greater access to my mouth. All of my mouth.

With his tongue twined around mine he tugged at it with tiny pulses, the motion striking a flame deep in my core. My legs grew restless and the bubble of need churning in me sought relief as my hips pushed in even closer to his body. The hand at my butt squeezed. Hard. At the same time Buddy pressed me against the counter and slid his knee between my quaking knees. The weight of him against me, coupled with the erotic motions of his tongue dancing with mine pushed all coherent thought from my mind. All I could do was feel and respond to his touch.

Intrigued? you’ll be able to read more when DIRTY DAMSELS releases on 7.2.19. Preorder links should be available soon and you know I’ll post them when they are.

For now, come back on Monday, June 24 for the big cover reveal! I can’t wait to share it with you.

 

Until next time ~ Peg

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June Is #weddingMonth on #RomanceGems

This month, The Romance Gems are celebrating weddings. All weddings! There’s even a rafflecopter with great prizes attached to it, one of which is my first “wedding” romance, DEARLY BELOVED (A Match made in Heaven, bk1). Now, please enter the contest!!! I’m not the only one with a prize to give away. The other authors participating are giving away some exceptional books and prizes.

And even if you enter the contest, please remember that DEARLY BELOVED is on sale until 6.21.19 at Amazon, Nook, and iBooks for just #99cents. That’s a great price to start your summer TBR reading list!

So, go ahead and enter the ROMANCE GEMS contest, and drop by daily to read the fabulous blogs our authors write!! There’s always something fun going on with us and we lovelovelove to share! Hee Hee

Until next time ~ Peg

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#SundaySnippet week 3, 1.20.19

SO today I’m giving you  a little something from my 3rd book in the MacQuire Women series, FIRST IMPRESSIONS. I have to admit, this is my favorite book in the series. I know you’re not supposed to have a favorite – it’s like your kids: you love them all equally, but in truth, this book was a joy for me to write. Pat Cleary was the first fully formed male character that ever came into my mind. I didn’t need to think about him at all – one day he just stood in front of me, fully formed. Love that. Anyway. Here’s a little scene between him and the woman he’s rapidly losing his heart to, Clarissa Rogers.

“Clarissa? Follow my voice to the treatment rooms,” Pat called.

She found him standing at an exam table, a wide box on top of it. His white lab coat stretched taut against his substantial shoulders, giving her a full view of their width along with his trim waist. The coat grazed the back of his knees. His back was to her and he appeared to be holding something in his hands, close to his chest. He was speaking softly, the soothing timbre in his voice reminding her of how he’d sounded when he’d spoken with her after Teeny died: gentle, calm, reassuring. The sound of his deep voice shot a bullet of desire straight to her core.

“Are you all alone here?” she asked, as she came into the spacious workroom.

“My evening staff went to get something to eat. They’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He turned to her and she saw what was cradled in his hands.

Oh.” She all but flew across the room.

His grin was so boyish, so rakish, she physically had to tear her gaze from his face back to the tiny kitten resting in his arms.

“Cute, isn’t she?” Pat held her up by the scruff of her neck to show Clarissa. “She and her sibs were brought in this afternoon by one of my clients.”

“Why?” Clarissa’s fingertips longed to hold the little darling.

As if reading her mind, Pat said, “Here, take her.” He placed the squirming little bundle gently into her outstretched hands. Immediately, Clarissa pulled the kitten to her chest and began stroking its chin. A motorboat of purring churned from within the tiny creature, bringing an instant smile to both humans in the room.

“To answer your question,” Pat said, watching them, “he was out driving and saw a box on the side of the road. When he stopped, he found eight of them, four males, four females, abandoned. The mother was nowhere in sight. He knows we board and foster strays until homes can be found, so he brought them to me.”

“How could someone leave them on the side of the road?” Clarissa asked, her fingers never stopping their gentle caresses of the kitten’s neck. “They could have been hit by a car. Or worse.”

Pat shrugged. “Happens all the time. A cat has a litter and the owners can’t, or won’t, take care of them. It’s the reason we foster. And why I asked you to come down here.”

When she looked back to him, she could see a question in his eyes. “Pat?”

“Hear me out,” he said, putting his hands on her upper arms. Like a bolt of lightning striking, his touch zoomed all the way through her. “The kittens are too young right now to adopt. We need to get them hydrated, nourished and neutered. My guess is they’re about three weeks old. Four, tops. Without a mother to socialize them, they need extra care here first. Then they’ll need to be acclimated. This is where I’m hoping you’ll come in.” He removed his hands and stroked a finger down the cat’s neck.

“What do you mean?”

“When they’re ready to go, I’m hoping you’ll take this one to foster. You don’t need to adopt her, and I’m not asking you to. But we’ve found when animals are placed in good homes during developing periods, they adapt better when they’re adopted out. I can’t think of a better person to socialize and foster a kitten then you, Clarissa.”

Touched more than she could ever have thought to be by a statement with such thoughtfulness, Clarissa found herself tightening her hold on the kitten and loosening the grip on her heart.

Without a thought to what it would entail by having a new kitten in her life, the time consumption, the routine kitten messes she’d need to clean, Clarissa followed her heart and said, “Yes.”

Pat’s smile widened. “I was really hoping you’d agree.”

“How can I not?” She pulled the kitten to face level and planted a sweet kiss to its nose. Striking gray-blue eyes, peered at her from barely-opened lids. A tiny yowl burst from her and morphed into a wide, mouth- broadening yawn. The kitten shook its head back and forth a few times, its entire body going with the motion and then stretched its front and back paws wide. Clarissa laughed, looked up at Pat and her heart stopped. His pupils had dilated to the point where she could barely make out the ripe color in the irises. His mouth was slightly parted, and she could see his chest rising underneath his lab coat. With his fingers still scratching at the kitten’s neck, he bent his head toward her.

Every nerve in her body went on high alert. She knew he was going to kiss her and all she could think was: Yes, please.

With the kitten buffering their bodies, Pat brought his head down, stopping for the merest of moments to gaze across her face. She didn’t know what he was looking for, but whatever it was, must have pleased him because he put his lips to hers. It was the briefest of touches, his mouth sliding along hers in a gentle caress. His breath, moist and warm, drifted over her as he let it out. Neither closed their eyes, as if not to miss a moment of the encounter. On a whisper, he said her name. His hands rose up her arms, wound around her neck and rested on either side of her face. Cupping her cheeks, he rubbed her mouth with the pad of his thumb. Clarissa’s tongue grazed across it and his breath whistled out between his lips. In the next second his mouth came back to hers and took it again. This time there was no hesitation.

His fingers gently turned her head. With a tiny tug on her chin he swiped at her bottom lip with his tongue, waiting for her response. She needed no further request. Her own lips parted, and when his tongue entered her mouth she tilted her head backward giving him free access.

He tasted like nothing she’d ever tasted before. Spicy. Bold. Vibrant. His tongue pulled hers into his mouth as he expertly twined it with his own. If she hadn’t been leaning up against him, Clarissa knew she would have dropped to her knees from the jolt pounding through her at his touch.

His lips pressed against hers, the tantalizing way his fingers rubbed across her cheeks, the sound of his breathing as it grew more rapid and coarse when he deepened the kiss, was almost too much for her to wrap her analytical mind around.

So she didn’t. She simply kissed him back.

Intrigued? Here’s where you can get a copy – and a hint: the ebooks are on sale right now! So what are you waiting for? Hee hee

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#Top10Finisher! Love this.

Just found this!!! so Stoked. Here’s the link: P&E

CHRISTMAS & CANNOLIS finished #6. YOWZA!!!!!

What a nice way to finish up a busy Tuesday, no?

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#SundaySnippet 1.6.19

This year, I’m going old school with my Sunday Snippets.

Starting today, I’m giving you a sample each week of every book I’ve written, in the order it was written, in the hopes it will spark readers to explore my backlist ( and isn’t it amazing that my backlist only starts in 2015! Hee hee)

So, today,I’m bringing you a little scene from my very first published book SKATER’S WALTZ.

Enjoy!

Blurb:

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.

She was clad in white tights, white ballet flats on her feet, and a skintight black, sleeveless bodysuit that hugged her form like a second skin. She’d secured her hair on top of her head, the same way it had been for ice practice. The morning sun lighting through the windows glazed over her skin and frame, haloing her silhouette as she moved to the music.

For one brief moment, Cole’s heart stopped beating.

When had she developed this body? This totally alluring, completely sensual, and womanly body?

The quick bullet of desire that shot through his system unnerved him. This was Tiffany. Desire wasn’t an emotion equated with her. Because his hands started to shake, he thrust them into his jeans pockets.

The dancers continued to glide across the floor. When Patrick spun Tiffany around by her waist, only to rope her frame back to his body, Cole’s breathing ceased. With her back lying flat against the man’s chest, they looked like two lovers embracing. Their arms, torsos, and legs touched so intimately, so seductively, Cole was blinded by an emotion he’d never possessed before.

God, he couldn’t be jealous. This was just a dance routine.

Then why were the emotions brewing inside of him at war with one another?

Intrigued?? If so, you can get your copy here in either print or digital form:

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HAPPY READING IN 2019!!!! ~ Peg

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#SundaySnippet 11.11.18

You had to know today’s little snippet was going to be from DEARLY BELOVED. After all, it drops tomorrow!!! Yippie.

This is the explanation of the strange nick-names Nanny Fee has for her granddaughters. It’s a scene that gives the reader some insight into Colleen’s feelings of inadequacy.

Can I ask you something? Something personal?” Slade said.

“Sure.”

“Why does your grandmother call you Number Two?”

Heat flew up my cheeks, and I bit down on the inside of my lip.

“I heard her say it to you on the phone when we were out at the lake, and I even remember the first time we met, she called while we were in the parking lot of your office.”

When I didn’t say anything, he turned in his seat so he was facing me. “Colleen?”

“It’s embarrassing,” I said. “And stupid.”

“Most nicknames are.” He had a smile in his voice and when I glanced over at him the kindness in his expression had me wanting to tell him. Harry had only asked me once, and when I didn’t tell him the reason, he’d never asked again.

I dragged in a deep breath and checked both ways before moving through the roundabout.

“My mother and grandmother never got along well. Still don’t. I don’t know exactly why, but I’ve always thought it was because they’re like two alpha dogs and neither ever wanted to give up control of the pack to the other. Anyway. You might have noticed my sisters and I all have pretty similar sounding names.”

“Yes, I have. Cathleen, Colleen, and Maureen. And your sister who died was Eileen, right?”

I nodded.

“Cute.”

“That’s one word for it. Nanny Fee would give you a different one.”

“She’s not a fan of your names?”

“I don’t think she would have been a fan of any names my mom picked out, but the alliterative ones she definitely hated. She called Cathleen Number One because she’s the oldest. Eileen and Maureen she always referred to as Three and Four.” I glanced over at him again in time to see the grin he was trying to hide. “I came along second in line, so…”

“Did you get teased a lot in school?”

“Mercilessly. Nanny forgot how cruel kids could be, which is hysterical since she taught communion prep class for years. And she taught in our church school, so whenever she would see one of us in the hallways, she called us by the number name. When kids, especially the boys in my class, heard her say it, well, let’s say things would have been easier for me if I’d been homeschooled.”

“Kids are brutal. At any age.”

“Truth.” I pulled into the inn driveway. “Even though we’re adults, she still refers to us as numbers. When my parents moved away after my sister died I’d hoped she’d stop, since I figured she’d only done it all those years to annoy my mother. But she didn’t, so that tells me it’s ingrained and not going to change. To keep the peace, the three of us ignore it for the most part. Calling Cathy and Mo One and Four isn’t so bad. I still get a little resentful every time she Number Twos me, though.”

I stopped, abruptly. I had just divulged more to this man about this subject than I had to Harry in our ten years together.

“Why did you parents move after your sister died?” Slade asked, oblivious to my thoughts.

I parked the car but left it running. “They couldn’t emotionally handle living in the place one of their daughters had died. They kind of, well, ran away, leaving the house and Nanny to us to look after and care for.”

His gaze studied me for a moment.

“What?”

“I can’t decide if you’re mad at them for leaving or not.”

“I’m not mad. I was a little pissed off in the beginning, especially since they had three living daughters who needed them for emotional support and balance. But with distance, I’ve learned to understand their reasons. There are times, though, like today, I wished they’d taken Nanny with them. Life would have been a little less harried if they had.”

Slade smiled. “But not as exciting, I’ll bet.”

“Excitement is overrated. Look, I don’t want to seem rude, but I really need to get back.”

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The books drops tomorrow, peeps and can I just say – again!- how excited I am to introduce you the the O’Dowd family! I love them all and hope you do, too.

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A #HolidayBoxSet full of #Romance & #HolidayLove

I’m super excited to announce today’s release of A HOLIDAY PROMISE box set from The Wild Rose Press. Filled with six full length novels centering around the winter holidays, WRP authors, Tammy L. Bailey, Robin Weaver, Misty Simon, Lori Waters, Carol Henry and moi.

Here’s a little sumthin’ sumthin’ about each book:

In Mistletoe by Tammy L. Bailey


Incredible circumstances leads Grace Evans to Mistletoe, Washington where she finds herself at the mercy of the town’s number one bachelor, Ayden McCabe.  While Grace needs help finding her sister, Ayden is looking for a fake girlfriend for the holidays. When they strike up a deal to help each other out, the last thing they expect is to fall in love.

The Christmas Tree Wars by Robin Weaver


In the town’s Christmas Tree Contest, Suzette wants to beat high-profile socialite, Katarina Snodgrass. Spence James has returned to Merryvale, and she’ll need his help to win. As they work together, their attraction begins to sizzle. But Suzette’s promise of a tinsel bright holiday turns to coal when Spence’s NYC girlfriend arrives unannounced. Suzette is determined to ignore her broken heart and beat Katarina. Even if it means collaborating with a man who now seems more like Santa’s nemesis than a Christmas angel.

A Kiss Under the Christmas Lights by Peggy Jaeger

Gia San Valentino longs for a husband and bambini she can love and spoil. At her parish’s Christmas Festival she meets a guy who has all her requirements for perfect-man status: tall, sweet,  good looking, and from a big Italian family. A miscommunication has her believing he’s the new parish priest, though, and her happily-ever-after hopes evaporate because he’s the proverbial forbidden fruit.  Or is he?

 

 

Christmas in Kissinger by Misty Simon


ABSOLUTELY NO RETURNS OR EXCHANGES when going home to Kissinger for a wedding. But Jocelyn Moreland has no idea Sam Locke will turn her life upside down.
Logan West has DESIGNS ON A DAME and her name is Adele. When she catches the bouquet and he the garter, he discovers a holiday wedding is the perfect place for a first date. And Mason Nottingham may have messed up his life. But MAYBE THIS TIME, he’ll get his Christmas wish and show Paige he’s ready to make amends.

Christmas at the Rekindle Inn by Lori Waters

Seven days in December at a lovely Vermont inn sounds like the perfect Christmas present to Mary until she finds out her soon to be ex husband will be there too. The Rekindle Inn is the last place JT wants to spend his Christmas vacation but a battle of wills has him on a plane to Santaville faster than the time it takes to unwrap a candy cane.

Breakfast with Santa by Carol Henry


Mark Logan-aka Santa—can’t keep his eyes off Katelyn Sullivan in her sexy elf outfit, which brings back feelings better left hidden. After all, he only returned to Lobster Cove to keep his two-year-old son safe from kidnappers, not to rekindle an old romance.  Katelyn Sullivan, conflicted with her renewed feelings for Mark, flies to Norway to reaffirm her feelings for her fiancé. But will uncovered secrets be the key to their happiness, or their heartache?

 

 

Each of these books is a great read. All 6 combined?? A fabulous gift for yourself or the romance reader and lover on your Holiday Gift list!

Order your set today, here: Amazon //  Wild Rose Press // Nook   // Kobo

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And the #winner is……

We’ve all been waiting with bated breath, well…maybe not all. I certainly have though, for the announcement of the number one voted upon book on the GREAT AMERICAN READ LIST. Last night’s episode finally revealed the winner? You can watch it in its entirety here.

Did you have a favorite? Did you vote for it? I did. I had a hard time making up my mind about the number one book, but I did.

Many of you may have read my post from yesterday about the library sale I recently attended where I scored a major coup by finding many of the books on the list. I plan on starting to read those book soon, I just have to get through my own book releases in the next 8 weeks. Hee hee.

You can visit PBS to see how the books numbered in the voting from 100-1, but here are the top 5:

Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

 

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

 

Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Harry Potter by J.R. Rowling

Isn’t it interesting that 2 of the top five are ROMANCE NOVELS?? Publishers, please take note!

So, without any further wordiness from yours truly,  Drumroll, please…….

The book voted upon the by reading public to earn the title of the Number One GREAT AMERICAN READ is… TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD – just as I predicted!

I have to tell you that TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD took the number 1 spot on  the first week of voting and never moved from its position in all the weeks that voting continued. That’s a true testament to how wonderful a book it is.

Well, I’m off to….wait for it…..read! Surprised?

hee hee.

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Meet #author Denise Carbo….

 

Today, I’ve got another one of my new Wild Rose Press sistahs, Denise Carbo, visiting me. She’s got quite the tale to tell. If you’re a lover of paranormal stories, witches, and fantasy, this is one interview and book excerpt you don’t want to miss!

Sit back and let’s learn a little more about this versatile writer.

Denise,  The Writer 

What drives you to write?   

I’ve made up stories in my head for as long as I can remember. It’s a part of me, simply who I am and what I do. And it’s fun!

What genre(s) of Romance do your write, and why?    

The supernatural and anything out of the ordinary has always fascinated me, thereby leading me to write Paranormal. Suspense because I love solving mysteries and figuring out the details and motivations behind them. I write Contemporary for the emotional journey.

What genre(s) of Romance do you read, and why?                                                        

All of them! It depends on my current mood.

What’s your writing schedule? Do you write everyday?

I write every weekday my kids are in school. Their schedule runs the household.

Give us a glimpse of the surroundings where you write. Separate room? In the kitchen? At the dining room table?

I am fortunate enough to have a dedicated office, so I can close the door and immerse myself in whatever manuscript I’m working on. Of course the kids, the dog, and cat all like to follow me in there.

Are you the kind of writer who needs total quiet to compose, or are you able to filter out the typical sounds of the day and use your tunnel-vision?                

Typically, I prefer the quiet but if the muse is in a demanding mood I’m capable of ignoring everyone and everything.

Do you listen to music while you write, and if so, what kind? If not, why not?

No, I love music, but I get distracted by stories forming in my head to coincide with the lyrics rather than my current WIP.

. How did you come up with the plotline/idea for your current WIP?

I’ve always been interested in witches and what it would be like to have magical abilities. What would happen if a seemingly normal woman suddenly discovered she was a witch and magic was real? How would she learn to control her powers? How would it affect the people around her and her relationships with them? What other witches existed? Are they good or evil?

Which comes first for you – character or plot? And why?     

Plot. An idea/sentence/line of dialogue pops into my head and then I start weaving the story from there. The characters naturally develop after the initial idea.

What 3 words describe you, the writer?    Plotter, introvert, dreamer ( Peggy here: Love that!!!)

Denise, the Gal

Tell us one unusual thing about yourself – not related to writing!  Okay, I turn bright red if I eat anything with vinegar in it. Amuses my kids because I simply have to have ketchup with my fries which of course my face will match the color of.

Who was your first love and what age were you?    My husband. We’ve been together since I was 16.

If you could relive one day, which one would it be? Think GROUNDHOG DAY, the movie for this one – you’ll have to live it over and over and…. One particular day sticks out in my mind here, Christmas Eve 2011 because the point of the movie is to change it, right? My Dad was in a car accident that day which he was never able to recover from and passed away six months later. I would make sure he never got in the car.

Do you like a guy in boxers, briefs, or commando?   Boxer briefs

If you had to give up one necessary-can’t-live-without-it beauty item, what would it be? Frizz Ease hair serum. Humidity is not my friend. (Peggy here: I Hear ya, sistah! Curly, kinky hair here, too!)

What three words describe you, the person?   Mother, Wife, Writer

If you could sing a song with Jimmy Fallon, what would it be?   Oh Lord, I cannot hold a tune, but if I could “Unstoppable” by Sia.

If you could hang out with any literary character from any book penned at any time line, who would it by, why, and what would you do together?       Ooh, interesting, just one? Let’s see, Acheron from Sherrilyn Kenyon’s dark hunter series because he’s a god and can do pretty much anything. I would see all the exotic places I dream of visiting.

Bonus round

I love the Actor’s Studio show on Bravo, so this is my version of it:

Favorite sound       My child’s laughter

Least favorite sound       Nails on a chalkboard

Best song every written     Because you loved me by Celine Dion

Favorite actor and actress       Meryl Streep and Hugh Jackman because they possess that rare ability to portray the character rather than just a version of themselves in a role.

Who would you want to be for 1 day and why? ( It can be anyone living or dead)  The Queen of England because who wouldn’t want to be Queen for a day?

What turns you on?       sense of humor

What turns you off?       arrogance

Give me the worst 5 words ever heard on a first date ( here’s mine: “Is that your real hair?”)   “I don’t dislike you.”

What’s your version of a perfect day? A sunny Spring day with a gentle breeze and flowers blooming. My husband’s and sons’ laughter filling the air as we spend a happy, fun filled day together.

Here’s Denise’s new book for a little look-see

Legacy of Magic

Divorced, jobless, and homeless, Cory Bishop moves to Connecticut to begin anew. She gets lost along the way and causes a car accident which does not bode well for the next chapter in her life. The reconnection with her great aunt provides her with direction and purpose. While solving a mysterious family secret, she is pursued by a charming lawyer and her exasperating neighbor who thinks arguing is a form of foreplay. But those circumstances are the least of her problem

Cory soon discovers she is a witch and must learn to control her new-found powers. An ally, a confidant, and a surprise supporter guide her, but she is almost out of time. An immortal evil wants her powers for his own and will stop at nothing to obtain them. When the battle lines are drawn, Cory must choose who is friend and who is enemy. Will love save her or endanger her even more?

Excerpt

His normal blue jeans were replaced with black. The customarily tight T-shirt was now a blue, button down shirt opened at the throat. Damn, it matched his eyes.

Eyes that were making a very slow, thorough, perusal of her before meeting her gaze. “Must admit, I thought you might stand me up.”

Now why hadn’t that occurred to her?

“The thought never crossed my mind. I follow through when I say I’m going to do something. Although, technically I don’t think I actually accepted your invitation.”

“Sure, you did. You said 6:15. That implied acceptance.”

Cory rolled her eyes. “We both know if Aunt Addy hadn’t been there, I would’ve said no very clearly.”

“Maybe, but then we’d both be left wondering what the two of us together might be like. Personally, I prefer a more direct approach.”

Her foot began to tap. “Oh really? Maneuvering me into a date is direct? And for the record, I wouldn’t be wondering about anything. You and I are not going to get together.” Her hand waved back and forth between them. “We can’t even be in the same room for a few minutes without arguing.”

Finn laughed. “This isn’t arguing.”

“Oh really, what would you call it?”

He leaned toward her and whispered, “Foreplay.”

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A little more about Denise

 

Denise Carbo writes Paranormal Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Contemporary Romance. She is a voracious reader, loves to travel, is fascinated by the supernatural, and enjoys figuring out the culprit of books and movies before the ending is revealed.

She lives in a small, picturesque New England town with her high school sweetheart and their three amazing sons.

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