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Words hurt and reviews can be crushing…

I really have had some weird – but exact – blog titles lately, haven’t I? Hee Hee

I’ve talked about book reviews here many times – the good, the bad, the mean. Today I’m going to add confusing to that short list.

WOKE released the other day to good (mostly – 95%)  to excellent reviews. I’ve come to realize that the people whom I know personally are always kind even if they don’t like one book more than another, they always say kind words in their reviews. But I know a book is good if reviewers I don’t know from Adam ( or Eve) say something wonderful.

For an example, this review was put up on Bookbub and Amazon by a reader I don’t know:

Drugged at her 21st birthday party, Aurora nearly died, then spent 10 years in a coma. She moves forward after waking, thanks to her devoted mother and their housekeeper, to the point of training to run the NYC marathon, and meeting and dating someone she met at a fundraiser. AJ, as she’s now known, wants to know what happened, and goes in search of someone who can help her. I’ve read two other books from this author, both very nice romances. But holy crapoly – I had no idea that Ms. Jaeger could write such a captivating and suspenseful romance. This story roped me in at the beginning, and never let up. The romance is wonderful. Cade and AJ are just perfect together, until he omits something that she might think to be important. Her mother is a bit overprotective at times, but considering all that AJ went through, fairly understandable, and Mom is supportive. Maeve, their housekeeper, has worked for the family since she came to the US, and she’s so much more than just “the help” – she gave up her chance at forever to take care of AJ when she was comatose. Nick, the detective who worked her case, is a really great guy, and I love AJ’s matchmaking attempt. Best quote in the book: “Forgiveness is a gift, according to Maeve, that should be doled out often, and without incurring interest.” She gave it 5 stars

Great review, right? I think so and it made me feel I’d done my job as a writer well.

Then there are the confusing ones. The reviews that makes no sense to me, like this one, for example:

The plot had its engaging moments, the characters were interesting and their secrets were gradually relieved throughout the story.
It had mystery and twists, single pov, nicely paced.
Regarding the solution of how and why was Aurora poisoned, it was neither brilliant nor mind blowing. It was far fetched and spoiled whatever my mood was.
Is there a part two??? Where was the epilogue???? Where was the hea???? There was a hea, but for a secondary character!!! I was left dumbfounded, looking for an epilogue that never appeared and I could not believe how abrupt the story ended!!! 😲She gave it 2.5 stars.

I didn’t promote this book as a romance because, to me, it really wasn’t one. It was more a woman coming to grips with the hand of cards she was dealt in life and trying to learn how to grow from it. The book ended when it was appropriate to end. It didn’t need an epilogue and why does this reader think it does??? See? Confusing.

There certainly are days when I wonder why I ever wanted to be a professional, published writer, that’s for sure…

Oh well. Today I start writing Book 2 in my Pride of Brothers series. Different genre, different voices. I’d better just concentrate on that and forget about the confusing world of reviews for the moment.

Happy 4th, American peeps. Until next time ~ Peg

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Release day for WOKE…A Sleeping Beauty Redux

So the day has finally come and I am sososo stoked!!

 

WOKE released at midnight and I am hopeful  for all those who pre-ordered it that it arrived, unscathed, and you enjoy reading it.

The book was a tiny bit of a departure for me. It’s still, technically a romance, but I’d really classify it more like a woman’s coming of age story. WOKE tells the story of Aurora Brightwell, a woman who, at her 21st birthday party, was slipped a powerful drug cocktail and lapsed into a coma for 10 years ( That’s the sleeping beauty part, hee hee). She doesn’t wait for love’s first kiss to awaken her, though. When she comes back to the land of the living all she wants to do is get her body back to working order and get on with the life that was almost robbed from her.

But….

First she has to learn how to live again, and then she has to decide what to do about the mystery surrounding her past. Enter a handsome  financier, and the detective charged with finding out what happened to her all those years ago. Add in a sub plot involving Aurora’s BFF from long ago, and a reunited lovers story and the book is really so much more than a romance.

If you think this is a morose, sad and Debbie Downer book  – let me assure you,  it’s not. The book is filled with love, laughter, and a few characters you’ll be seeing again from me.

WOKE is exclusively offered thru Amazon, Kindle, and KU in both print and ecopy, here: WOKE

Happy reading, peeps ~ Peg

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#TuesdayTeaser 6.23.2020

So today’s teaser is from the book I currently wrote THE END for on the first draft. It’s a Christmas story and I plan on having it out by October. One of my big Italian family RomComs, this one takes place in NYC ( of course!) in a family deli ( lots of recipes) and has a little dash of mystery/suspense because a murder occurs. The love story revolves around a second chance meeting between the heroine, Madonna ( Donna) and the detective in charge of the investigation, Antonia ( Tony) Roma.

Enjoy! And remember, this is a work in progress. Any spelling or grammar issues are okay for now. They will be dealt with in editing!

Advice for surviving in a big Italian family: Family comes first, last, and always. No excuses.

“You shoulda called me first,” Uncle Sonny declared as he sat down at the dining room table across from my father. Uncle Joey flanked him, nodding. “Now that the cops have taken over we lost our window to figure out what went down last night and to keep a cap on it. Everyone in the neighborhood knows now a guy got dead in your store. That’s bad for business, Louie.” Sonny shook his head, his mouth flattening in a line of rebuke.

“It’s worse for Chico,” I said as I went around the table filling their espresso cups.

Sonny tossed me a squinty-eyed glare. “That goes without saying, little girl, but there’s nothin’ we can do for him now. We gotta concentrate on helping Louie get the deli back open.” To my father he asked, “Roma give you any reason why the kid was capped in your store?”

I sent up a prayer to St. John the Silent in the hope it would keep my father from divulging what Tony had informed us about Chico. I should have saved myself the trouble because with no thought to the promise he’d given the good detective, my father vomited everything up to my uncles.

Christ on the cross, what a mess,” Joey said, rubbing his fingers over his eyebrows.

“I heard’a this piece’a work, Archetti,” Uncle Sonny said after sipping his espresso. “Low-level drug scum. Got shanked. Good riddance.”

I was cut short from adding something when my mother exploded into the room.

And that’s not an exaggeration.

Grace Liliana Chicollini San Valentino is a force of nature. There’s really no other way to describe her.

At five foot eight, she towers above all her siblings, leading some in the family to ponder if Nonna Costanza had done the nasty with the milkman when Nonno was off fighting the Communists. She’d been born and blessed with the northern Italian DNA of fair hair, blue eyes, and light skin, unlike my father’s Sicilian genes, which were dark, dark, and darker. I’d always considered it a crime against nature my brothers all took after my mother while I got the lion’s share of Daddy’s genetic makeup.

At almost sixty, my mother appeared ten years younger in any light. Nary a line warped her skin, due to the religious rubbing of extra virgin olive oil she applied to her face and neck nightly. When I’d been a little girl and plagued with night terrors, the familiar smell of my mother’s skin while she hugged me, soothed away the fears. It’s probably the reason to this day pizza or pasta dripping in oil still calms my soul.

What it does to my ass is another story entirely.

My mother has miraculously kept the figure she’d been gifted with when she sailed through her teen years, even after birthing six kids. Breasts like a screen siren’s, a tiny waist, and hips made for pregnancy, my mother’s silhouette is a classic hourglass and she still dresses in ways that accentuate her assets. Sophia Loren in her heyday had nothing on my mama for sexiness.

As a teen, being her daughter hadn’t been easy. Any guy friends of my brothers  fell in lust in a heartbeat with mama. Standing next to her I paled in the female comparison department and looked more like another of her sons than her darling daughter.

But she had a heart of gold and when she loved you, you knew it was for life. That military expression “I’ve got your six,” could have been devised for mama’s motto because no matter what stupid things my brothers had done, any trouble they’d gotten into, and even through my turbulent and emotional teen years, she’d always had our backs.

“Louie. Louie,” she shouted as she blew like a sirocco into the room. “I just heard from Frankie about a dead guy at the store. Your heart. Are you okay? You ain’t hurt are ya?”

She flung her fur coat off and it landed on the floor in a heap behind her. She wrapped her arms around my father, who’d stood the moment her worried voice blasted through the back door.

“Are you okay?” She ran her hands over his head, down his shoulders, to his chest, her gaze raking along with her movements, making sure all his parts were intact and not spouting arterial blood.

My father, ever calm and controlled, took her hands with his and brought them both to his lips. After he kissed each one he continued to hold them as he told her, “I’m fine, Gracie. I’m okay. It was Donna who found Chico, not me. And he was already dead.”

My mother whipped her head in my direction. Her usually unlined face was pinched as she dragged her gaze down my body. Her forehead was a mass of furrows, her eyes squeezed at the corners. She stretched out a hand and grabbed my arm, the other still held by my father. “You okay, bambina?”

I squeezed her hand and nodded. Then, without any warning, an unusual need to fall into her arms and cry overcame me. When a sob escaped me full-force, she pulled out of my father’s hold, clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth, grabbed me, and hauled me against her chest, my nose crushing into her well-supported cleavage.

Her arms were like steel traps and she kept me glued to her body while she rubbed my back and cooed in Italian. A quick whiff of her knock-off L’air du temps combined with a hint of garlic and I closed my eyes as the tears fell.

I’m not gonna lie: as a thirty-four year old, grown-ass woman, nothing made me feel better when I was off-kilter than when my mama held me in her arms. I’m not one iota ashamed or embarrassed to admit it.

Hope that brought a  smile to your day.

Until next time, peeps ~ Peg

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#SundaySnippet 6.21.2020

With the release of my newest book on July 1, it makes sense today’s snipper be used as a teaser. 

I’m devious that way. Hee hee

from WOKE available for preorder now, exclusively at Amazon.

One of the disadvantages of sleeping through the tech and social media revolution was that I was way behind the learning curve when compared with people my age. Attempting a deep dive on the Internet to locate Detective Ramon was a time consuming job, and for me, not an easy one.

He wasn’t listed in any phone directory I could find, nor could I simply call the local precinct and ask for him. HIPPA laws protected medical privacy and I imagined something similar applied to the privacy of police officers so people with an ax to grind couldn’t find out where they lived.

I tried a different tactic and for the first time since I woke up, did what I swore I would never do and Googled my name. Thousands of links burst across my screen, so I narrowed the scope and added the words coma and police investigation.

This time I only had a few hundred items to go over.

There were cited articles in all the New York papers for the week following the birthday party about what had happened, attached to headlines like Russet Rory O.D.s at lavish birthday bash, and Pill Popping Party Princess with a very unflattering picture of me, drunk, on the screen. I know the picture wasn’t taken the date of my birthday because the dress I was wearing was from when I turned eighteen. I scrolled through a few more links that reported my admission to the hospital and then the story died down. My name was mentioned once again when my father died, then nothing more.

The problem with Internet searches is they lead you down numerous rabbit holes that have nothing to do with the information you’re trying to unearth

I was getting frustrated when I remembered what my mother had told me about my father calling in favors to make my investigation a priority. One of those favors was married to my godmother, Elinda, one of my mother’s childhood friends. Her husband was the former Police Commissioner.

After ten minutes of social catching up, I broached the real intention of my call.

“Aunt Linda, I was wondering if Uncle Pete is home. I want to ask him a question and I need his expertise.”

“Of course, darling. He’s in his man cave doing who knows what. Give me a moment.”

I knew Elinda’s definition of a man cave was nothing more than her husband’s study.

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#SundaySnippet 6.6.2020

From my July 1 2020 release of WOKE a Sleeping Beauty redux.

Do you ever lose the art of flirtation? This little scene has Aurora thinking like that old Celine Dion song It’s all coming back to me now. 

“I was picturing the two of us playing poker.”

I shrugged. “So why the grooved forehead and squinty eyes?”

He held my gaze for a beat, just long enough for me to fidget again in my seat.

“Strip poker.”

Okay, what now?

That damn grin was gonna be the end of me, I was sure of it. Cade squeezed my hand, his lips pulling back into a wide and open smile that was so sexy and mischievous I found I didn’t really care what he’d said.

“You should see your own expression right now. I’m betting you’re torn between slapping my face and wondering if I’m kidding,” he said.

I thought he might be, but something in his manner suggested he was as serious as a heart attack.

“I don’t think you’re kidding, but…are you?”

The grin stayed in place, but the playfulness in his eyes turned on a dime to something hot and smoldering. So hot, in fact, it was a wonder my face didn’t catch fire from the flames shooting toward to me. The air around us heated and I started to stress sweat in very inconvenient places.

“What do you think?” he asked, his fingers now gently squeezing then releasing mine, the rhythm so like a heartbeat I could feel the motion thumping against my ribcage.

Desire was such an alien creature to me these days I didn’t know how to handle the sensations catapulting through my system. I couldn’t find the words to respond to him. I was so out of practice in the seduction department, for a moment I thought I’d gone mute.

Twenty-year-old Rory decided to rear her head right then in order to answer his question. She’d always been a bit of flirt and knew the secret art of just how to seduce a man into a frenzy without leaving him upset or angry when she didn’t follow through. In others words, I’d been a tease with a heart of gold, to quote one of my college boyfriends.

I relaxed my shoulders and softened my spine from its erect posture. My breathing slowed and calmed and my heart rate went from a banging drum line in my ears to the sound of a gentle falling rain.

I leaned in toward him, my gaze taking a lazy drag down to his mouth, where the corners were quirking, and then back up to his eyes, now half closed as he regarded me. I swiped my tongue across my bottom lip in a full-on and blatant seductress move. My heart rate sped up a bit again when he sucked in a breath, his own gaze now dropping to my lips.

“I think,” he bent closer so he could hear my intentionally lowered voice, “your…”—I let my fingers drift across his palm and felt a shudder sluice through him—“burger is getting cold.”

I kept leaning in for a few moments, just enough to notice his hooded eyes widen. When they began blinking in a rapid staccato, I shot him a full-toothed smile and sat back upright. Sliding my hand out of his, I lifted my sandwich, took a bite, and while chewing, tossed a smirk his way.

I may not have flirted for a while—okay, way longer than a while—but it obviously didn’t mean I’d lost any of my previous skills. Or, at least, Aurora hadn’t. A.J. might need some fine-tuning in the art of toying with a man. From the befuddled but sexy look on Cade’s face, though, it wasn’t going to be a long and drawn-out refresher course. More like a quick review.

Heehee.

Until next time, peeps ~Peg

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Please #Vote in the @Uncaged Book cover contest: September – DIRTY DAMSELS

I don’t usually put these kinds of things up on this blog – I tend to make announcements when I’ve finaled or won a contest. But this time I thought I’d try it and see if it worked ( or if I turned people off – and I’m sorry if I have!!!)

My Limitless book DIRTY DAMSELS is up for an Uncaged cover contest that may lead to being a finalist in the RAVEN AWARDS they sponsor. This is huge, peeps!

If you have a moment, please consider voting for my cover for DIRTY DAMSELS. The link is below. YOu have to click on it, scroll down to the SEPTEMBER COVERS and then click the little bubble next to DIRTY DAMSELS by Peggy Jaeger, and once you do, scroll down and hit VOTE. You vote won’t count unless you complete that final step. Here’ the link: VOTE

And here’s what the cover looks like just to refresh your memory ( or show you for the very first time, hee hee!)

Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

~Peg

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Preparing for the Apocalypse by…..reading

I’m not kidding.

Not even a little bit.

There is so much bad news in the world right now with the Covid 19 pandemic, that sporting events and anything public-oriented is being canceled. School kids are told to stay  home; colleges are having virtual classes; most companies that can are encouraging their workers to work from their living rooms.

People are isolating themselves in their homes to prevent getting sick, waiting to get sick, or are currently sick and waiting to get better.

You can only watch so much TV before your mind turns to uncongealed jello, folks, so I’m proposing a radical idea to help pass the time, with the added benefit of giving you hours of pleasure: READ A BOOK. Preferably, one of mine ( shameless plug)

I have so many fabulous author friends,  and I saw a post on Facebook from one of them,  Cheri Allan, asking for book recommendations for people who are forced to stay home for the next two weeks or month.

What an amazing and unselfish request!
So you know I had to steal it.

If you are reading this and you are an author friend of mine- or even if you are not – go ahead and place a link for your current book in the comments section below. ONE WORD OF CAUTION: I don’t like to feature erotica on my blog because it is a PG safe place, so no erotica links please.

I’ll start us all off. Here’s my latest, A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK my very first romantic suspense (lite) book.

I sincerely hope my author friends take advantage of this idea and pass it on to their own readers!!!! It’ll spread like, well…..the corona virus. Only in a healthy, non-lethal way!!!

Until next time, peeps. Stay well and Read ~Peg

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Shake of those Winter Blues with N.N. Light

I’m a guest over on NNLights bookheaven today where she’s helping everyone Shake off the Winter doldrums for 2020.

With Covid 19 ( the Coronavirus) forcing people into isolation, seclusion, worry, why not do something fun – like READ!-if you can’t go anywhere?

IT’S A TRUST THING is spotlighted today

and you might be able to relate when you read about my cure for the winter blues! Stop by and you just may smile!

Until next time, peeps. Take care of yourselves ~Peg

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#Pricereduction IT’S A TRUST THING is now 99cents for life!

The beauty of being indie published is that you can change something at will! I’ve done that and it feels so good ( and powerful! heehee)

IT’S A TRUST THING is now 99cents for life! If you haven’t read it yet and you’re not a Kindle Unlimited user, this is the perfect time to download it.

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.

So, if you’re heading someplace warm and romantic for your winter vacation ( and I’m uber jealous because I’m not!) download IT’S A TRUST THING today and you’ll have a great read to wile away on the beach or at the pool.

Ot if you’ve just been looking for something new – or a new author to read – now’s the perfect time to put IT’S A TRUST THING on your #2020mustread list or your #2020TBRlist.

Happy reading, peeps.

Until next time ~Peg

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