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April 9, 2025 · 4:34 am

Book rankings…

I’m not gonna lie: waking up to this picture this morning almost made me cry. Oh, who am I kidding? I DID Cry!! Happy tears of joy!

My new release, PERFECT MATCH reached #7 in kindle ebook sales under the MEDICAL ROMANCE division during the night. Yowza!!!!

In the Later in life category, it’s

and in small town, it’s

My overall ranking in all of kindle books is # 35 right now, as I write this at 4:30 am EST.

I know most people won’t think much of that, but writers KNOW how wonderful this news is to an author because it means sales. And not just of this book. My rankings for the previous 2 books in the series have elevated, too, because people are buying those as well!!

The economy is pretty awful right now and tanking daily. That people are still buying books – and books about romance and HEAs, says something to me. It gives me hope and makes me optimistic about the future of books and reading. Why? Because in the world of publishing, I am basically a nobody. That people are buying a book by a nobody is amazeballs!!! And if this trend continues…well, my joy will be elevated even further.

If you haven’t read PERFECT MATCH, it’s available in Amazon in print, kindle, and in KU.

Bless all the people who read, and thank you from the bottom of my heart!

~ Peg

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July 25, 2024 · 3:16 am

New Book release from Louise Stevens!!!

I have always hosted my friend Louise Stevens on any release day of a new book she has and I am tickled pink today is another of those release days! AN APPLE A SLAY releases TODAY!!!! It’s a SECOND ACTS COZY MYSTERY and a story that will keep you guessing until the end! It just arrived on my Kindle and I am ready to dive it! This cover is EVERYTHING!! I love it so much.

BLURB:

Autumn in tiny Maple Hills brings leaf-peepers, apples galore, and… murder? I’m Amanda Seldon, and I never imagined when I returned to my Connecticut hometown to pursue my dream of being an author that sleuthing would be my side hustle.

But I just found my second body in four months. My childhood crush turned current boyfriend is a prime suspect, and because the state police took over the case, even his police chief brother can’t help him. The victim was unpopular in town, and plenty of people had motives to knock him off, but the police are laser-focused on Dylan. If I don’t step up, I’m afraid the real murderer will get off scot-free.

Looks like Fluffy my attack shih tzu and I are on the case again. But now the killer is after us. Can we solve the crime before Dylan goes to jail for a murder he didn’t commit?

EXCERPT:

I opened the door to the outbuilding that housed the Maple Hills Orchard offices. Knowing Fluffy’s second favorite person in the world after me—fine, the only other person in the world she liked—was inside, she trotted ahead of me like a little big shot.

“Dylan! I have the best news­­––”

I stopped in my tracks when I saw he was in a meeting with someone. And not just any someone, a willowy blonde who resembled a Scandinavian supermodel dressed like a businesswoman for a photo shoot.

“Amanda, come in.” Gratitude flashed in Dylan’s hazel eyes. It was just for a second, and then he got his polite face back in place.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No problem, we were just wrapping up,” Dylan said.

“Dylan is being polite; we still have some business to conduct.” A brief pause before the word ‘business’ and the teasing tilt of her red lips was just enough to hint it was monkey business they were conducting. But I knew Dylan well enough to know this woman was no threat to me.

“Amanda, do you remember Mallory Davisson from high school? Mallory, this is Amanda Seldon.”

Memories of interactions with Mallory flooded my mind, and let me just say none of them were pleasant. She’d been the quintessential mean girl when we were kids, and she seemed to save a lot of her premium nastiness for my friends and me. At the time, I didn’t understand, but with an adult appreciation of the situation, I realized she was probably insecure and felt the need to go after the weakest members of the pack. Jeremy, Cara, and me.

Maybe I matured with age, but the sweeping look of condescension she gave my outfit was vintage Mallory. “Don’t you look, um, sweet.”

My clothes were perfect for working all afternoon in old apple barn with no central heating. I wore jeans with a pink, fuzzy alpaca sweater, and shearling boots. Not the height of fashion, but it was functional and I knew I looked cute. Although when I looked at her black pencil skirt and fitted white silk blouse, not to mention the mile-high pumps with their tell-tale red sole, a little flutter of unease in my belly made me wish I was dressed in some of my LA clothes.

I squared my shoulders and decided to be the better person. “And you look fantastic, Mallory.”

She leaned back in her chair, and I could see the white all around her ice-blue eyes. Huh. Seemed like the mean girl didn’t know how to react to kindness in response to her backhanded compliments. Good to know.

Her eyes narrowed. “I see you never managed to leave Maple Hills. I live in Manhattan now.”

Dylan took a breath to intervene, but I sent a glance his way to let him know I had this, and his shoulders relaxed.

“I lived in Brooklyn, when I worked in Manhattan. So much more cutting-edge, you know? But I’ve spent the last ten years in Los Angeles. I just recently moved back to Maple Hills.”

            A sudden cough told me Dylan had just smothered a chuckle, and I flashed a smile his way. “And I’m very happy to be here.”

            “Of course you are, bless your heart.”

            Oh no she didn’t. Did Mallory just bless-your-heart me? It was on.

            She continued before I could speak. “I believe your two friends still live here too. What did everyone call you? The Three Stooges?”

            I didn’t enjoy conflict, and my heart thudded in my chest, but I pasted on a smile. “Oh no, it’s the Three Musketeers, but I understand the literary allusion is above some people’s heads.”

            Mallory sat up straight, and the movement diverted Fluffy’s attention from her beloved Dylan, at whose feet she sat. My fierce little defender sensed a threat and growled in a manner worthy of a rottweiler and then charged at Mallory, barking wildly. Her tail was down, a sure sign she was seriously displeased.

            Mallory curled up in her seat, as best she could in her tight skirt. “Call off your mutt.”

            “Fluffy, it’s okay, sweetie. She can’t hurt me,” I crooned to Fluffy, but still held on tight to her leash. Sometimes there was no soothing her when she got in a state.

            Dylan squatted, held out his hand, palm side up, and spoke in a calm, quiet voice, “Come here, Fluffy.”

            It was enough to divert her, and the barking stopped as she glanced over her shoulder to Dylan. Her tail was still down though, so it could go either way.

            “Good girl. Come here.” He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together and smiled at Fluffy.

            Her tail slowly lifted over her back, and with one last look of disdain at Mallory, she turned and pranced to Dylan, who scooped her up in his arms. His glance at Mallory was cold. “Fluffy is not a mutt. Not that there’s anything wrong with mutts.”

            Since I still held her leash, when Dylan picked her up, I had to move closer to his side.

            “It’s almost time for my shift at the orchard store, and while I’d love to stay and catch up with Mallory…” I paused briefly here, waiting for lightning to strike me. “I was wondering if I could get the key to your house, so I can leave Fluffy there while I work.”

            “Sure, but why can’t she stay at home?” He handed the dog to me, and dug in his pockets for his key chain.

            “Mom is vacuuming, and it whips Fluffy into a frenzy.”

            A slow smile oozed across Mallory’s face like an oil slick. “You live at home with your parents? How precious.”

            I ignored her and turned my gaze to Dylan. “Which brings me to my good news. I just made an offer on a lakeside condo. Fingers crossed!”

            His smile warmed me down to my toes. If only he could smile at me that way the whole time I was working in the chilly barn, I wouldn’t need to wear these boots.

            “Great news. You can tell me all about it at dinner tonight.” Dylan leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips.

Mallory cleared her throat in a pointed manner, and he reluctantly pulled away from me. “I just need to see Mallory off, and then I’ll check on Fluffy before I come over to the apple barn to see you.”

“See me off? We’re not done with our meeting.” Mallory frowned.

“Oh, yes we are,” Dylan said in a firm tone, which left no room for discussion.

I snatched the key and dashed for the door, still holding Fluffy in my arms. She took the opportunity to growl one more time at Mallory, who flinched.

The woman had tormented me from the time we started school until high school graduation, and I wish I could be a better person, but the way our reunion had gone today, my only thought was karma was sweet.

Buy Links:

Amazon:

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Barnes & Noble:

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Apple Books:

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Kobo:

https://bit.ly/4f2GpKa

Smashwords:

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Louise Stevens is the author of the Port Sunset Mysteries, and the Second Act Cozy Mystery series. A lover of mysteries since her discovery of Nancy Drew many years ago, she is thrilled to be writing cozy mysteries now. She lives in Maryland with her husband, who also loves a good mystery, in a house packed with books.

Louise Stevens is the pen name of contemporary romance author Donna Simonetta.

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Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Louise-Stevens/author/B09HHR74VQ

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August 27, 2023 · 4:31 am

#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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September 15, 2022 · 3:00 am

A new #bookrelease from talented author C.B. Clark FORGING FORGIVENESS #romanticsuspense

You all know – because I say it all the time – but I lovelovelove when my Wild Rose Press sistahs come to visit and bring me their new books. Today is a treat for me and you! C.B. Clark has a new romantic suspense out titled Forging Forgiveness and she is allowing me to share a bit of it with you! Take a gander at this sure-to-be-a-bestseller novel…

When small-town college instructor Candace Cooper discovers bloody, bare footprints in the snow while running in a state park deep in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, it brings back the horrific nightmare of her past.

Detective Aiden Farrell is determined to redeem himself in his new position in Colorado, even if that means ignoring his growing feelings for the beautiful professor he meets during an investigation. His fear that the footprints she saw are connected to a recent spate of missing teens intensifies when Candace is assaulted on campus.

Aiden and Candace join forces, but as they start unraveling the truth, they get closer to each other—and to a killer who’ll stop at nothing to achieve his nefarious goal. 

Caught between duty and love, Aiden fights in a race against time to save the woman he loves.

Candace Cooper’s breath fogged out in plumes in the frosty, late afternoon air as she pumped her arms and loped along the narrow trail. Yesterday’s rain had turned to sleet, and overnight, two inches of fresh snow blanketed the path and weighed down the limbs of the tall pine trees.

Hey, what was that?

She slowed to a stop, turned around, and walked back three yards.

What the heck?

Indentations—a heel, the pad of a big toe, and the four, smaller indents of the other toes—were clearly formed in the smooth dusting of snow. The set of small, narrow footprints tracked along the snowy trail, veering into the deeper shadows of the forest. Someone had walked in his or her bare feet down the cold, snow- covered path.

The wind gusted against her damp face, and she shivered. Late November was too cold for anyone in their right mind to be out in the mountainous backcountry of northeast Colorado walking around without proper footgear, let alone barefoot. She squatted for a closer look.

A smear of dark red, stark against the white snow, marked the heel depression of each left footprint.

She touched the red splotch with the tip of her gloved finger. A rust-colored smudge stained the light blue cotton. Her heart rate kicked up.

Blood!

Sinking back on her heels, she peered into the forest’s deepening shadows and shuddered. Only four o’clock in the afternoon, and the sun was already disappearing behind the mountains. Nothing stirred. Even the squirrels were quiet, as if the silent forest watched and waited.

She knew this area of the park, ran the trails in the summer and snowshoed over the flatlands in the winter. Nothing manmade existed out there—no houses, no cottages, nothing but trees and wild animals.

Most visitors to Creighton Springs State Park stayed on the well-groomed gravel walkways and didn’t venture far from the parking lot. She never saw anyone on the hilly trail, not in winter. Yet, as recently as this morning, or early afternoon, someone had gone this way—and in bare feet. They’d left a blood trail. If that person was injured, maybe they needed help.

She slipped off her gloves and traced her finger along the impression. Too small to be an adult male or female’s footprint. Her gut clenched.

A child?

God, no! Please don’t let it be a child. The unspeakable horror of the past reared over her like an attacking beast, and she sagged onto her knees, her heart pounding as if threatening to burst from her chest. A piteous moan escaped her lips. Not again. Dear Lord, please, not again.

Hot tears burned her eyes.

A loud crack reverberated throughout the silent forest.

She bit back a scream and surged to her feet. Gunshot?

An instant later, another sharp boom filled the air.

The piercing sounds of distant rifle fire were unmistakable. But no way would anyone be shooting. It was illegal to hunt in the park. Besides, it was too dark for a hunter to see his target.

Her heart thundered, her breath frozen in her chest. Seconds passed, turning into minutes. Her back tingled with the certainty she was being watched, but she couldn’t move, could only stand there and listen, waiting for the next shot.

The forest remained hushed.

The sun dipped behind the mountains, and the valley filled with dark shadows as night settled in.

A snap of a branch breaking shook her out of her paralysis. The breath she’d been holding whooshed out, and she fumbled in her backpack and drew out her headlamp. Slipping the elastic strap over her forehead, she switched on the light.

Following the thin beam of light cast by her headlamp, she jogged down the trail. Her legs wobbled, and she stumbled over slippery roots and rocks, staggering, almost falling, but she dug deep and kept running.

The parking lot where she’d left her car was an hour’s walk, but if she ran, she could make it in half that time. Heart thumping, her lungs burning, she raced around a bend in the trail but lurched to a stop at a flicker of movement in the trees on her right.

A large shadow separated from the trunk of a fir tree and formed into the shape of a man.

She shone her headlamp into the forest.

The beam of light revealed a tall man with broad shoulders wearing a camouflage-patterned coat and baggy, green cargo pants. A gray woolen toque hung low over his forehead, and a thick black beard covered the lower half of his face. A rifle was strapped over one shoulder.

“He…hello?” Her voice was thin and reedy. He wasn’t a park ranger. Not in that getup, but he had to be the person shooting, considering the enormous rifle slung over his shoulder.

Not one part of his body moved. He didn’t even blink.

Hands shaking, she peeled off her gloves, letting them fall to the ground, and yanked out the can of pepper spray she carried in a canvas holster strapped around her waist. Sliding off the safety guard, she held the can up, the nozzle pointed at the unsettling stranger. “Who are you? What do you want?”

The man remained still and unspeaking.

Her heart thundered in her ears. “Hey, I asked you a question. What do you want?”

Behind the beard, he smiled, his lips stretching wide, his teeth gleaming in the headlamp’s beam. In the encroaching darkness, his muscular frame appeared larger, his demeanor even more threatening.

Fear clawed her throat, and her primal instincts kicked in. Run! The urgent command roared through her, but her knees locked and refused to obey. Her breath puffed in and out in frantic huffs. “Don’t come any closer.” Gripping the can of pepper spray so tight her hand ached, she shifted her finger on the trigger.

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Also available for purchase at Kobo.com and all other major online retailers.

Forging Forgiveness is award-winning author, C.B. Clark’s eighth novel published by The Wild Rose Press. When she’s not busy traveling around the globe or hiking and camping in the wilderness near her home in northern British Columbia, she can be found in front of her laptop plotting her next story.

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May 27, 2022 · 7:31 am

Reinventing Riley, new from #LizFlaherty #secondchance #bookish #read

My dear writing friend, the amazing, talented, and prolific Liz Flaherty has a brand new book out, titled REINVENTING RILEY and I’m giving you all a sneak peek today!

Rye Winters grew up in Chicago, and she loves it there. After many years in a small-town subdivision, the forty-something widow is champing at the bit to go back. She’s sold her business and her house and made plans right down to the kind of apartment she wants to lease or buy—no more lawn-mowing or weed-eating for her! She’s not going to need a car—which is great because she hates to drive. She’d reinvented herself once—she could hardly wait to do it again.

But before making her final move, she goes to Fallen Soldier, Pennsylvania, population 2922, to be her best friend’s “widow of honor” in her wedding.

Where she meets the preacher, falls in love with a cottage on the lake, and can’t stop looking at a downtown building that has so many possibilities. Hmm…

He’s afraid a second time at love wouldn’t live up to his first. She’s afraid a second round would be exactly like her first.

Pastor Jake McAlister and businesswoman Riley Winters are in their forties and widowed. Neither is interested in a relationship. They both love Fallen Soldier, the small Pennsylvania town where they met, even though Rye plans to move to Chicago, and Jake sees a change in pastorates not too far down the road. Enjoying a few-weeks friendship is something they both look forward to.

However, there is an indisputable attraction between the green-eyed pastor and the woman with a shining sweep of chestnut hair. Then there’s the Culp, an old downtown building that calls unrelentingly to Rye’s entrepreneurial soul. And when a young man named Griff visits Jake, life changes in the blink of a dark green eye.

Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B2FT1JLR

About the Author:

USA Today bestselling author Liz Flaherty started writing in the fourth grade when her Aunt Gladys allowed her to use her portable Royal typewriter. The truth was that her aunt would have let her do anything to get her out of her hair, but the typewriter and the stories it could produce caught on, and Liz never again had a day without a what if… in it.

She and Duane, her husband of at least forever, live in a farmhouse in central Indiana, sharing grown children, spoiled cats, and their grandkids, the Magnificent Seven. (Don’t get her started on them—you’ll be here all day.) To find out more about her, stop by http://lizflaherty.net/ or sign up for her newsletter at http://eepurl.com/df7dhP.

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May 6, 2022 · 4:11 am

#authorinterview w/ Peggy Jaeger via #RomanceDevoured, and a chance to win a free ebook!

I’m so stoked to be a featured author over on ROMANCE DEVOURED this week. The author interview they conducted was so much fun to do – and I hope for you all – to read, LOL!

There’s a chance to win a free Ecopy of my newest release THE SHERIFF & THE PSYCHIC so please enter the contest! It ends in 2 days so there’s still a little time.

Come and find out all about my characters for the book and what made this such a different kind of story for me to write.

Here are the links:

read the interview: RomanceDevoured

enter the contest: ENTER To WIn

buy the book ( I had to put this one in, LOL!): THE SHERIFF & THE PSYCHIC

or read it in Kindle Unlimited

And BTW, I’ve been racking up some nice 5 star reviews, too, for the first week which you can read here: Goodreads

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Happy reading, Kids, and enjoy the interview. ~ Peg

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March 3, 2022 · 1:00 am

Jennifer Wilck, The Wild Rose Press and Scarred Hearts. New Release: Unlock My Heart

I love when one of my author friends comes to visit me and today I have a real treat for you. Jennifer Wilck has a brand new book from The Wild Rose Press out now. UNLOCK MY HEART is book two in the Scarred Heart series and this one proves to be another winner, just as A RECKLESS HEART was ( which, btw, was a 5 star + read for me!) I have it on my Kindle and I’m starting it tonight!

Sit back and read a little about this newest story from a fabulous storyteller.

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September 27, 2021 · 12:00 am

Release day for UNEXPECTED, book 3 in the Masonville series by Jana Richards

One of my Wild Rose sistahs, Jana Richards, has a new book out today – book 3 in the Masonville Series, titled UNEXPECTED.

Here’s a bit about it:

Tagline: A marriage of convenience. An unexpected love.

Single dad Ben Greyson wants only to retain custody of his two stepdaughters. A dysfunctional childhood has made family the most important thing in his life. When his late wife’s parents sue for custody, a desperate Ben is left with two choices – run away with his girls or marry his next-door neighbor.

Jamie Garven wants to be a mother. She’s intrigued by her handsome new neighbor and falls in love with his little girls. Then Ben is faced with losing his children, and Jamie agrees to marry him for a chance at motherhood. They’re determined to show the world, and the girls’ grandparents, two loving parents. Their marriage of convenience turns into unexpected love. But Ben interprets Jamie’s efforts to save their family as betrayal—they could lose everything, including each other.

“Is there anything I can say to make you change your mind about running away?”

“Say you’ll marry me.”

The words were out of his mouth before he knew he was going to say them. Jamie stared at him, eyes wide.

“What?”

“Marry me. You’re the only woman I’d trust with my girls.”

It suddenly made sense. If Jamie married him he could keep his kids.

She jumped to her feet, waking one of the dogs who’d been sleeping on the couch next to her. “What kind of marriage do you want, Ben? Are you proposing something for show?”

“No! I don’t know!” He stood and grasped her arms. “If you’re asking me if we’ll sleep together as man and wife, I don’t know.”

Her mouth twisted as if she was holding back tears. “You know I love the girls, but please don’t ask me to pretend. The last few months of my marriage, all I did was pretend. I pretended I had a husband who loved me. I swore I’d never do that again.”

Ben wanted to take her in his arms and hold her. He hated doing this to her, hated making her relive unhappy memories. He was asking too much of her and he didn’t blame her for saying no.

“Please, forget I said anything.”

He’d stick to his original plan. He and the girls would disappear. He’d change their names, go someplace where no one knew them. A life on the run wasn’t what he wanted for his children, but he’d do whatever he needed to do to keep them.

“Ben—”

“I’m sorry, Jamie.”

Ben was out the door before he could hear anymore of her objections.

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When Jana Richards read her first romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had to commit the stories running through her head to paper, and they had to end with a happily ever after. She also knew she’d found what she was meant to do. Since then she’s never met a romance genre she didn’t like. She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World War Two, in lengths ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for fun, she throws in generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the paranormal. Her paranormal romantic suspense “Seeing Things” was a 2008 EPPIE finalist.

In her life away from writing, Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two grown daughters, and a wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga, movies, concerts, travel and reading, not necessarily in that order. She and her husband live in Winnipeg, Canada. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.janarichards.com

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September 8, 2021 · 1:00 am

Release day for A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: AIDEN

I am so tickled pink this morning because the latest addition to the PRIDE OF BROTHERS series – AIDEN – dropped at midnight. This story just wrung me dry when I was writing it and I am so in love with the three main characters – yes 3! The hero Aiden, a cancer surviving Private Investigator with a naughty side and a twinkle in his eyes; Lexi, the trivia-Tourettes’ spewing Ph.D who doesn’t know her own worth; and Bronte, the chocolate lab who makes Aiden’s life run smoothly from a medical standpoint and who is more human than most, well…humans! Bronte even made it on the cover!

I hope you enjoy their story. If you’ve read any of my WILL COOK FOR LOVE series, or the first book in this one, Rick, you will recognize many of the characters that help Lexi and Aiden discover the truth behind her (Lexi’s) sister’s death.

Protecting her is his job. Loving her was never part of the bargain.

Lexi Buckley wants answers about her younger sister’s death. The police have labeled it a suicide, but Lexi doesn’t believe it. Stymied in her investigation, she doesn’t know where to turn next. After a chance encounter with a private investigator, she thinks her prayers have been answered.

Aiden Keane has never been an answer to a prayer before, but he agrees to help Lexi. A quirky combo of brains and beauty, the pixie blonde makes him feel things no professional ever should for a client.

When their investigation puts Lexi’s life in jeopardy, her safety becomes his number one priority. The hard part is not falling for her.

“Lexi?”

“You are, without a doubt, the most attuned and insightful man I have ever met.”

He cocked his head, a ghost of that sexy grin lifting one corner of his mouth. “I think that’s a compliment.”

“It is. Believe me, it is.” She clasped her hands in front of her, her own smile finally making an entrance. “You just put into words what I’ve been thinking but felt if I said it out loud I’d come off like a total bitch.”

He took a step closer, bringing them almost into contact. Lexi willed herself to stay put and not dissolve against him like she so ardently wanted to.

“I don’t think that word can ever apply to you.” He lowered his voice and dipped his head a bit, giving her the impression his words were only meant for her to hear. Fixated now on her and not the man—and woman—up ahead of them, his pupils grew in size, shoving the riot of blues to the edges, as he gazed at her face. The opposite corner of his mouth lifted, mimicking its twin, to create the most charming and seductive of grins. “In fact”—he was so close his body heat warmed her from head to toes like a blanket fresh from a hot dryer—“I don’t think you’ve ever had a bitchy thought or moment in your life.”

“You’d be surprised,” she mumbled. Of its own free will, her gaze dipped down to his mouth. She licked her lips at the thought of how they would feel against her own, and the rush of air he sucked in pulled her along with it.

Without warning, Aiden lifted a hand, caressed her cheek with the back of it, as he sighed her name.

The notion he was going to kiss her barreled through her, and she couldn’t think of one reason why she shouldn’t kiss him right back.

He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, his lids dropping half closed as he continued to concentrate solely on her. It didn’t matter a whit they were standing in the aisle of a crowded bookstore surrounded by books and people and waiting to speak to a man who may be able to answer some questions about her sister’s death. All that did matter was the attraction crackling in the air between them—an attraction growing hourly since he’d sat himself down next to her on that first flight.

Just as he bent a bit more toward her, and she responded by lifting up on the balls of her feet, the moment shattered.

“Excuse me, but can you move up?” An irritated voice from behind yanked them out of the sexual fugue they’d both drifted into. Aiden’s eyes opened wide again, his lashes beating a rapid tattoo against the top of his cheeks. He shook his head like a dog shucking water from its back, turned to the woman with the annoyed voice and said, “Please. Go ahead of us.”

Without waiting for a response, he wrapped a hand around Lexi’s arm and gently tugged her off the line. Silently, he propelled her to the back of the store, down a secluded hallway near the restrooms. With a furtive glance to the right, then the left, assuring they were alone, he spun her so she faced him.

Brows pinched together and looking at her through inquiring eyes, Aiden took a breath, let it out slowly, then said, “I have to ask. I’m pretty sure of the answer, but I have to hear it from you first, Lexi.”

She stopped him before he could give a voice to his question by rising up on her toes and fusing her lips to his.

For the second time in the span of a few minutes, her never-resting mind went completely still. No data spewed forth about how humans were the only species who kiss, or the crazy laws about kissing still on the books and punishable by fines or imprisonment in some states, or even that, on average, each person spends about 330 hours of their life engaged in the art of kissing.

Intrigued? I hope so.

You can get your copy here if you are (hee hee): APOBA

Happy reading, peeps. For me, I’m off to eat cake to celebrate!

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