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#coverreveal and #sundaysnippet for DON’T MESS WITH THE MISTLETOE

YOu get a two-fer today!! LOL

Ready? Here’s my cover to my next addition to the DICKENS HOLIDAY ROMANCE series, DON’T MESS WITH THE MISTLETOE….

It’s the holiday season in the tiny town of Dickens and pilot Michael Charles is home for his annual visit.  His wanderlust has him itching to get back up in the skies as soon as possible, especially since he’s got a full schedule of rich and famous clients waiting to be transported to warm, exotic locales for the winter.

When his heavily pregnant sisters present him with a plan to give their workaholic mother some time off from managing the family diner, he balks. But one look at how tired the woman who took him into her home and heart is, and Michael agrees to run Dorrit’s Diner for a month so Amy Charles can get some well-deserved rest. 

He’ll be back in the skies by the New Year.

The diner staff functions like a well-oiled machine, most of them long-term employees. The exception is new waitress Julia Maryland. The beautiful blonde has a past filled with heartache, a charming six-year-old daughter, and a smile Michael could spend the day getting lost in. But starting a relationship with her wouldn’t be wise because his visit is temporary and Julia seems like a permanent kind of girl.

When a family emergency requires him to rethink and reassess his life, Michael wonders if it’s time he becomes a permanent kind of man.

“Blake asleep?” he asked, shucking his hands in his pockets while she went about preparing her tea.

“Finally. She conned me into reading three stories tonight instead of our typical two.” Shaking her head, she placed the teakettle on the stove and turned on the burner. “She’s always trying to go to sleep later than she should. If I allowed it every night, she’d be a bear the next day.”

“I used to do that to Amy and Andy. One more story and I swear I’ll go to sleep. Then, oh, but wait, how about a glass of water? Then the inevitable, now I’ve got to go to the bathroom move. All just so I wouldn’t have to go to sleep before my sisters.”

“I can see you were a little manipulator like Blake.”

He shook his head. “I prefer to think of it as honing my negotiation skills at a young age.”

His heart sure was getting a workout tonight because when she laughed, free and girlishly, his stuttered again.

“In reality it was because I was afraid I’d wake up the next morning and they’d be gone.”

Why the hell had he told her that? 

Michael had never shared with anyone, least of all his parents, how much going to sleep every night terrified him. Up until the time he’d overheard Andy tell Amy they’d caught the man who’d murdered his mother, he’d lived in fear the mean man would come after him and kill his adoptive parents, too.

Irrational? Of course it was. But to a small boy whose world had been changed forever in a second, it was all too real. 

Julia’s face softened as she stared across at him. Moisture formed in the outer corner of her eyes as she dropped her gaze.

“Don’t do that,” he said, pushing off the wall and coming to her. “I didn’t say that to make you feel sorry for me or anything, I really didn’t.”

“Of course not,” she said immediately. “I didn’t think you had. And I can feel sorry for the little boy you were, you know. It’s a natural reaction.”

His sigh was long and tired. “Still. I don’t know why I told you that.” He raked his hands down his face. “Let’s forget I did, okay? I just got off the phone with Sasha,” he said, changing the subject and hoping she wouldn’t press him. “They’re coming back tomorrow, so I need to get going on the present shopping.”

He held his breath, waiting for her reply. When she nodded, then poured the heated water into her mug, his anxiety eased.

Intrigued? You can preorder the ecopy here: AMAZON

And you can watch book trailer here: DMWTM

ANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDD…… just because I can, I’ve put FIXING CHRISTMAS and SASHA’S SECRET SANTA on sale for 99cents in anticipation of DON’T MESS WITH THE MISTLETOE going live. SO if you haven’t read those two yet ( you really should!!LOL), now is your chance because once DMWTM goes live, the price on these two goes back to normal.

FIXING CHRISTMAS

Christmas has never filled writer Abra Charles with undiluted pleasure. If you’d been left on a doorstep on Christmas Eve morning, you might have a few issues with the holiday as well.


Abra’s avoided her hometown of Dickens for the past twenty Christmas seasons, but now she’s returned in an attempt to get her writing mojo back. Twice-divorced and with her third engagement ending in heartbreak, anger, and blackmail, Abra is now six months behind on submitting her current book. She hopes renting Copperfield House and immersing herself in solitude will cure her writer’s block and get her life back on track. The house she rents isn’t helping her achieve her goal, though, as one thing after another breaks, collapses, or floods.


Colton Bree, Dickens’ very own Mr. FixIt, can’t help but wonder if the new resident of Copperfield House is cursed. After being called to repair a broken window, he’s then needed to fix an exploding coffeepot, an overrunning toilet, and a washing machine that has a mind of its own. Bree doesn’t mind all the unexpected repair jobs, though, because the sexy renter is something to look at despite being a little neurotic and a whole lot of snarky.


Can Abra get her book done with all the distractions and craziness of her life, the biggest distraction being the flannelled hunk with the bedroom eyes and scowling yet oh-so-kissable mouth? Or will Dickens’ Mr FixIt have to step in and save the day and in so doing, fix Christmas for Abra forever?

SASHA’S SECRET SANTA

After a terrifying incident derails Sasha Charles’ career and confidence, she moves back to her hometown of Dickens to heal, reorganize, and start over.

The only problem? The paralyzing panic attacks that plague her whenever she thinks about going back to nursing. Sasha is mentally, and emotionally stuck, and has no idea how to move forward.

Steve Caldwell is the new Director of Services at Dickens Memorial Hospital. After witnessing her save the life of a local resident in Dorrit’s Diner, he knows Sasha would be perfect for the new trauma center he’s planning. When she refuses his job offer outright, he sets out to change her mind.

But Sasha has thick, protective walls erected around her so Steve must first break through them. With patience and kindness, he does. As the two grow closer, each begin to have second thoughts on what their futures should look like, until idle, small town gossip threatens to derail their budding relationship.

With the imminent arrival of Christmas, will Steve be able to convince Sasha he has her best interests at heart?

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#fridayfive 9.15.2023

Toady’s #fridayfive is an exciting one for me. Tomorrow, I will be at the Boston Marriott Peabody for GETTING WITCHY WITH IT 2023 as an attending and book-signing author! I’ll be at table #44 in the Centennial Room

SATURDAY AND SUNDAY, 9.16-17, 2023 THE BOSTON MARRIOT PEABODY NEAR SALEM, MA

So, here are 5 reasons why you should come on down:

  1. 300 authors – spread over two days, Saturday and Sunday. I’m a Saturday author, so I’ll see you tomorrow!
  2. Models – many of the authors are bringing their cover models with them to take pictures with fans. How many people do you know who have their picture with a famous book cover model? It could be you!!
  3. Charm bracelets – 83 of the authors are giving away special charms denoting their books. Mine if for IT’S WITCH O’CLOCK SOMEWHERE, which I’ll have on sale along with the rest of the Romantic Haunting series, The Sheriff and the Psychic, and DEATH BETWEEN THE PAGES.
  4. The Witches’ Ball – taking place Saturday night at the Peabody. Bring your favorite broomstick and costume!
  5. Books! With over 300 authors to choose from, you won’t go home empty-handed from this event!

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#SundaySnippet — INFLUENCE

Influence will be 1 week old tomorrow – I can’t believe she’s so old already, LOL!! In honor of her 1 week birthday, I figured a Sunday Snippet was in order. Here ya go:

The place Nick chose, The Good Pig was one I’d never been to before, situated on the west side of Columbus Avenue between 65th and 66th streets. I wondered at the reason for the odd name.

The moment I came into the place my focus was stolen from checking out the surroundings when I spotted Nick at the bar, his attention zeroed in on the front door. He stood, a drink sitting in front of him, an elbow leaning against the top of the bar, one hand in his trouser pockets.

He looked effortlessly elegant and supernova hot at the same time. Magazine model gorgeous looks combined with raw sexual heat.

What a combo.

I stumbled in my Paredos as I made my way to him.

And I never stumble. Not in six inch stilettoes, kitten heels, or flats.

This guy really got to me.

His smile started in one corner of his mouth and ambled toward the other, his lips parting to reveal his pleasure. His entire face smiled, causing tiny lines to fan across his temples and two twin crevices to pop up on his cheeks.

I couldn’t ever remember any man grinning at me the way he was, not even Lucky. My insides went into a free-fall like when you’re on the downslope of a rollercoaster, and I felt my clutch tremble in my hand.

He met me more than halfway, his hand extended.

“You look lovely,” he said as he slid that hand around my bare upper arm and bussed both my cheeks, European fashion.

My toes tingled in my Paredos.

“Thanks,” I mumbled as he removed his hand from my arm and slid it around to my back, stopping just above my waist as he guided me forward.

“I reserved a table in the back,” he said. “It can get loud in here at lunchtime, but the noise is buffered back there.”

He led me through the packed bar area through a connecting door and into a deceptively large dining room. A white shirted, bow-tied waiter met us and escorted us to a booth along the back wall. Once we’d slipped all the way in, he handed us menus and said he would be right back to take our drink orders.

“You were right,” I said, as I opened my menu simply for something to do with my shaking hands. “It’s much quieter back here.”

Nick ignored his menu, instead, leaning his elbows on the table and threading his fingers together. His gaze took a slow stroll over my face, the smile that sent tingles all the way down my spine focused on me.

“I’m really glad you said yes to lunch,” he told me. “I’ve been looking forward to this since last night.”

Those little tingles increased.

I smiled at him, unsure of what to say, another facet of my personality that isn’t usual. I never have trouble making small talk with anyone. Deportment lessons mixed with social graces were ground into me as a child.

Apparently, with this man, deportment went dormant.

Our waiter returned, took our drink orders – a diet soda for me, water for Nick – and then recited the specials of the day.

“What do you recommend?” I asked him.

His pleased smile told me most people never consulted him. My father and mother raised me to be respectful to everyone we interacted with be it a bus driver, garbage man, or the prince of a neighboring monarchy. I was the type who over-tipped, always said please and thank you, and tried to be gracious and courteous to everyone.

“You can’t beat our Caesar salad,” he said, pen poised above his order book. “Our chef does something to the dressing that makes it stand out in a crowd.”

“Sold. I love a good Caesar. I’ll have it with grilled salmon, please.”

He beamed at me, then took Nick’s order of a turkey club.

“You have that effect on men, you know,” he said once our waiter left us.

“What effect?” I wasn’t being coy. I really didn’t know what he meant.

“When you smile at them and give them your undivided attention they practically melt.”

Pleased and embarrassed, I shrugged. “My mother taught me it’s much easier and nicer to be polite to people than demanding and rude, which many in our position can be and are.”

He nodded. “My mother taught Charlie and me the same thing. You get more flies with a drop of honey, she always says.”

“She’s right.”

He nodded again, then unfolded his hands, slid one across to me and weaved his fingers with mine. The gesture shocked me. So much so, I didn’t pull back or give any indication I wasn’t fully on board with him touching me.

“Did I mention,” he said, one corner of his lips lifting, “how glad I am you took me up on my offer of lunch.”

I laughed.  “Once or twice,” I said.

The smile broadened and I swear my ovaries popped to attention.

What. The. Actual. Hell??

The waiter returned with our drinks, and a huge smile for me.

Flattering? Sure. But I was still trying to come to grips with how my female organs were all moving to alert status simply from Nick holding my hand.

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#RWA2023 rehash and a look back…

So, it took me almost 24hours to get home from #RWA2023 from California because of issues with planes. But…as I am finally back in my office I want to reflect a bit on the past week.


First, kudos galore to the entire @RomanceWritersofAmerica team who put on this conference. It was a scaled down version of years past and sosos much better and more intimate. I so enjoyed getting to converse with first timer’s and interacting with new-to-me-authors in a setting that was smaller and fostered this kind of interaction.


Second, this was my first time speaking at a national/international conference. to say I was nervous would be an understatement. But the #RWA staff made it effortless for me.

I was on a panel with three other authors for a discussion titled HOW MANY NOs BEFORE YOU GOT A YES? Every time I look at this picture I hear the theme to MOULAN ROUGE: Four badass chicks from the Moulan Rouge! Here are: Mia P. Manansala Moi! Thien-Kim Lam and Naima Simone


Third, there were so many first timers at the conference that I couldn’t help but remember my own first time, long ago in 2015 at San Antonio. I met Nora Roberts, cried like a baby when I did,

and spoke at length to one of my all time fav authors, Jill Shalvis. I was wide eyed and trying to drink in every bit of knowledge I could. I saw that same expression in the eyes of all the first timers at the 2023 conference.
As romance writers, or writers in general, we live solitary lives. Getting together at a big conference like this one helps us reconnect with one another, remember we are not alone in this publishing endeavor, and helps us come out of our writing caves and remember how to “people.”

Then, there was Susanna Hoffs. Yes, that Susanna Hoffs from my favorite 80s girl band THE BANGLES. She’s written her first romance book and graciously spent two hours with the conference attendees, talking about her process to publication, and singing.

So cool, I can’t describe it adequately!

All in all, a fabulous conference.
I am already looking forward to #RWA2024

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Wrapup for the week…

I realized this morning when I woke up that I’ve got a lot of stuff going on right now, so I figured I’d make an FYI-Don’t forget post about it all for you

Yeah, I know: I’m generous that way ( Cue the goodnatured sarcasm music! Whaawhaa…)

First, In anticipation of the 8.14 release of INFLUENCE, my newest addition to the NYC Socialites series, I”, having a #goodreadsgiveaway for IT’S A TRUST THING, the first book in the series. You can enter here: GOODREADS.

Second, I’m attending ROMANTICON 2023 in just 2 weeks and I’ve got a pre-order list for the books I’ll be bringing with me. Since there are so many fabulous authors attending – not to mention the higher numbers of readers than ever before, it would make sense that you, as a reader, might want to preorder your books from authors you now so you can, 1. guarantee the book you want will be available and not sold out, and 2. this gives you more time to visit the authors you don’t know and want to meet. Here’s the preorder form for Romanticon: Books.

Also, I’m attending my first GETTING WITCHY WITH IT in September, and for all the same reasons I mentioned above. I’ve got a preorder list for that event, too. Here it is BOOK 2.

Last, if you’re on BOOKSPROUT and you are a reader and reviewer, I’ve got a campaign underway for INFLUENCE. Just download the book, read it, and then post your review to the sites allowed – Amazon being the most important one on release day, 8.14. Here’s the info on the campaingn and the link to request: REQUEST.

And, as always, I’m over on TIKTOK/BookTok a few times a day with new content about my dog, my life – writing and personal – and books I’m reviewing. Follow me, here: TIKTOK.

Goodness, that’s enough, right?
Hee hee.

Have a great week, kids ~ Peg

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A GOODREADS giveaway that’s too good to scroll by…

In anticipation of my August 14th release of INFLUENCE, book 4 in the NYC Socialites series, I’m having a Goodreads giveaway for book 1, IT’S A TRUST THING from today until Jul 10th. I’ll be gifting 100 Kindle copies to randomly chosen entrants. Goodreads does the choosing at the end, but you’ve gotta be in it to win it!

Click on this link to enter: IATT

And don’t forget to add INFLUENCE to your WANT TO READ pile on Goodreads. You can click that, here: INFLUENCE.

Good luck!!! ~ Peg

About IT’S A TRUST THING:

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.

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A book-treat for fans of Judith Sterling #99centsale #Kindleunlimited #medievalromance #PNRfantasy

One of my favorite writers ( and writing friend!) Judith Sterling has a special announcement and I’m pleased to bring it to all of you.

Flight of the Raven and The Cauldron Stirred (the first book in each series) are on sale for 99 cents. All the books are FREE in Kindle Unlimited.

THE NOVELS OF RAVENWOOD ~ Spicy medieval romance

FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN

When a Saxon lady denies her Norman bridegroom’s right to the marriage bed, sparks fly. He’s bent on founding a dynasty. Her life depends on her refusal. Together, they face a centuries-old curse and learn the alchemy of love.

Amazon US | Amazon CA | Amazon UK | Amazon AU

SOUL OF THE WOLF

A Norman lady shows a Saxon sorcerer there’s no greater magic than love. They must face their demons together to bring light to a troubled land.

Amazon US | Amazon CA | Amazon UK | Amazon AU

SHADOW OF THE SWAN

Two souls in need of healing. Two hearts destined to beat as one.

Amazon US | Amazon CA | Amazon UK | Amazon AU

GUARDIANS OF ERIN ~ YA paranormal fantasy

THE CAULDRON STIRRED

Ashling Donoghue’s move to Ireland rocks her perception of reality and plunges her into a mystery that brings legend to life.

Amazon US | Amazon CA | Amazon UK | Amazon AU

THE STONE AWAKENED

As the Stone of Destiny awakens, so does the conflict within.

Amazon US | Amazon CA | Amazon UK | Amazon AU

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#firstlinefriday 5.12.2023 THE HAUNTING OF WILTON JUNE #pnr #Ronenominee #smalltownghost

Today’s #firstlinefriday comes from the ( you had to have guessed this!) THE HAUNTING OF WILTON JUNE. LOL. It’s the only book I’ve been talking about all week due to its RONE NOMINEE status. WILL is book 2 in the ROMANTIC HAUNTINGS series from Magnolia Blossom Publishers.

Here’s the first line:

Oh, and have I mentioned the book is a RONE NOMINEE ( LOL) If you’d like to vote for it, and haven’t already- despite all my begging!- here’s the link and the instructions:

To vote: PARANORMAL SHORT

Voting ends at midnight tonight!
Thanks for your support and have a great weekend ~ Peg

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#TeaserTuesday from #rone nominated The Haunting of Wilton June #Pnr #Smalltown #ghoststory

Today’s tease is from my currently nominated Rone Award book THE HAUNTING OF WILTON JUNE ( you just knew I was gonna get that award in there, didn’t”cha? LOL)

Hotshot movie director Wilton June is in pre-production for a new movie. The moment he sees Maison Toussaint he decides it’s the perfect setting for the film and wants to rent it. The one stumbling block? The owner isn’t sure she can let her ancestral home be used in a movie.

Botanist Jerica Toussaint needs cash – a lot of it – to keep her home up to code and her herbal healing business alive. June’s financial offer is oh-so-tempting, as is the director himself. But the house has a secret Jerica’s guarded her entire life. Can she, in good conscience, rent it to a man who may expose it?

Convincing Jerica to trust him with her home – and her secret – is no easy feat and after a time Will realizes he needs to convince her to trust him with one more thing: her heart.

“I understand you want to film a movie in the house.”

He nodded.

“That’s an unusual request. Don’t you usually film one in a studio or on a soundstage?”

“I could, but I’d have to construct a prop house. Your home is absolutely perfect for the storyline of the film

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and it’s already standing. It would be cheaper in the long run to use an already standing structure.”

“What about my house makes it absolutely perfect, to use your words? Ms. Gordon told me you looked at six other properties similar to mine. Surely any one of them would suit your . . . needs.”

Will couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a grown woman blush. Her cheeks turned apple-red as she spoke and he’d be damned if it weren’t the most alluring thing he’d ever seen.

“True, but when I saw your house it spoke to me. Screamed at me, in fact,” he said, grinning.

“Sc-screamed?” Jerica swallowed and a fine tremor started in her folded hands. “What do you mean . . . screamed?”

Will grinned and leaned back in his chair. “The movie I’m set to make is a modern-day love story about two people who try to solve a one-hundred-year-old murder which occurred in the house where the heroine lives. Your house is perfect for the time period, aside from being huge, which is another plus, because of the size of my film equipment. After I walked through it with Ms. Gordon yesterday and got the lay of the land and the room sizes, I’m more convinced than ever it’s the house I need for my film to come alive.”

Her shoulders dropped down from where they’d been hugging her ears. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why his explanation calmed her nerves, but the response encouraged him. Leaning forward, he told her, “I know it’s a huge imposition to have people and equipment in your home, but I can assure you, we’re all professional. And my crew is only ten people plus me. And the actors, of course. I have an extremely well-oiled machine of people I trust and who are tops in their fields. I promise nothing will get broken or damaged, and we won’t move a thing unless we ask first.”

She tossed a quick glance at the lawyer who caught the move and nodded.

“Should Miss Toussaint agree to your filming in the house—and that’s still a big if—we would ask you to sign a separate waiver stating you’ll take full responsibility for the costs of any damage.”

“Not a problem,” Will said.

“Now, about the use-of-location rider,” Gavin said, taking a stack of papers from a briefcase at his feet. “The fee mentioned seems a little low since the house will not only be inhabited by you as a resident but your film crew as well—”

“The crew stays off-site. I’ll be the only one actually living in the house at the time of filming.”

“Even so, the recompense paid to Ms. Toussaint, we feel, should be higher. After all, the film will be seen, potentially, by a large audience.”

“That’s always the hope.” Will grinned.

“People may actually want to come and visit where the movie was filmed. You can see where this may pose a problem with security for Ms. Toussaint. A higher fee would enable her to employ security if needed. This is, after all, her home. We want to ensure her safety.”

Will’s gaze raked over Jerica Toussaint’s face. “Of course. What price were you thinking?”

When Gavin named an amount twenty-five percent higher than the offer, Will hid his surprise, then did a quick mental math shuffle. He could swing the payment increase if he cut the budget a bit somewhere else.

“Okay. Consider it done.”

Surprise galloped around the table, but it was Jerica Toussaint’s wide-eyed face Will settled on.

“Anything else?” he asked after noting the glances between lawyer and client.

Genevieve spoke up for the first time. “The sixth-month rent clause is ironclad. If you decide to leave, for whatever reason, before the lease expires, you won’t be issued a refund.”

“Understood. And I’m prepared to write you a check for the full amount today, as soon as you agree to sign the lease,” he told Jerica.

When she took a corner of her mouth between her teeth, the sexy little dent in her chin winked at him. In a hot second, the lower half of his body went on high alert, and he was thankful the desk hid him from the waist down.

Her indecision was obvious in her body language and once again he wondered why. The payments were high—higher now since he’d agreed to the use-fee increase. She should be overjoyed at the income, especially since the place had stood empty for the past two years.

But she wasn’t, and if he had to guess, she was conflicted about accepting his offer.

Will wanted the house, now more than ever, so he pulled out all the Wilton June charm tactics he could muster, the ones his mother accused him of only using to his advantage.

She wasn’t wrong.

If you like the snippet I hope you’ll read the book, and if you have already, please consider voting for me in the RONES!! Voting ends at midnight this friday!.

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#FirstlineFriday A #Holidayromcom w/heart and a crazy family. MISTLETOE, MOBSTERS, & MOZZARELLA

One of my absolute favorite SanValentino stories because it has sososos many layers to it.

MISTLETOE, MOBSTERS, & MOZZARELLA tells the story of a beloved daughter and how she navigates through a family of old school brothers and uncles, and always comes out on top of the heap.

The first line of the story is:

Advice for surviving in a big Italian family: Never let them see you sweat.

The moment I arrived at the deli I knew something was wrong. 

Finding a body in the freezer of the family deli isn’t the way Madonna San Valentino planned to start her day.

Adding insult to injury, the investigating detective is the one guy she’s never been able to forget. After seven minutes of heaven in the back seat of his car when they were teenagers, Tony Roma skipped town without so much as a thanks for the memory.

Just when Madonna thinks the present situation can’t get any worse, Tony is ordered to go undercover at the deli to ferret out a killer. Forced to work together, she vows to keep their relationship cool and professional. But with the sexy, longing looks he tosses her at every turn, Madonna’s resolve is weakening.

With Christmas drawing closer and Tony’s investigation taking an unexpected turn, Madonna is at her wit’s end. Can she really be falling for him again? And will he wind up leaving her broken-hearted and alone like the last time?

Intrigued? Get your copy everywhere digital books are sold, here: MISTLETOE, MOBSTERS, & MOZZARELLA

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