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#SnippetSunday CHANCE( Last Man Standing) #preorder #comingsoon

So here’s little sumthin’ sumthin’ from my upcoming Sweet romance, CHANCE, part of the Last Man Standing series.

You all know that guy: the confirmed bachelor who vows he’s never gonna be tied down to one woman.

And you all know, as writers, we just love to see guys like this fall! LOL.

Chance Miller, divorce lawyer extraordinaire, knows the whole happily ever after dream is an urban myth. He deals with miserable and wedded warring couples every day and swears staying single keeps him sane and happy. His friends and family consider him the last single man standing and fear he’ll never find someone and settle down. But Chance relishes his carefree status and unencumbered lifestyle and has no plans to change anything.

If only his relatives would stop trying to set him up with their version of the perfect woman.

Fredrika Poole already experienced her one great love, and the widow can’t read any future romance in her tea leaves. She’s content to bake, run her business, and care for her daughter.

When Chance meets Freddie and discovers her marriage thoughts run on the same road his do, he realizes she’s the answer to his prayer for keeping the relatives at bay. But the pixie barista has a way of making Chance question everything he’s always thought about love, marriage, and wedded bliss.

Will his last man standing status go unchallenged? Or will Freddie be the one woman he wants…but can never have?

Intrigued? Read on….

Before he could stop himself, he said,  “Let me take you to dinner.” The request surprised him and, apparently, Freddie. Even in the subdued lighting surrounding them he could see her eyes go wide, her mouth drop open.

“Wh-what? Why?”

A good question and one he’d try to answer for himself later on. For now, though, he had the uncontrollable urge to feed her. “I’m sure you didn’t get a break all day and you must be starved. I know I am.”

The quizzical quirk to her brow was followed by, “I’m not dressed to go out to dinner.”

He shrugged. “Doesn’t have to be fancy. I love diner food as much as the next guy. In fact, there’s a great place one block up. Best breakfast in town and their burgers are insane.”

She didn’t look convinced.

“You don’t have to run home and fix supper for…anyone, do you?”

Why to go, Chance. You never even considered if she was married before blurting out your invitation.

She didn’t wear a wedding ring and in his experience women always did. It was the men who removed them or elected to keep their fingers naked.

“No,” she said.

“So, no husband waiting for you to get dinner on the table?” he asked because he had to be clear on the subject.

For a fleeting moment, something he couldn’t get a bead on crossed her eyes. Then it was gone. “That’s a little sexist, you know, assuming it’s the wife who has to always make dinner.”

She was right. “Sorry. That was stupid of me.”

Her left eyebrow rose as she considered his remark. He felt like a jerk asking again but he really wanted to know.

“I wouldn’t use the word stupid,” she said. “Maybe unenlightened.”

That pulled a grin from him.

“But no. No husband at home.”

He held back his sigh of relief, then wondered why she didn’t have a guy waiting at home for her. He knew asking would truly make him sound insensitive so he kept the question to himself.

“Then how do the best burgers in the city sound?”

Chance had always been good at reading body language. It was a talent that had suited him well when the words a client spoke often didn’t jive with the truth of the situation. Their bodies outted them every time.

When Freddie’s shoulders dropped from their hunched position under her ears he knew he was making headway.

“Look,” he said, pulling out a grin he usually reserved for friends and family, “I know you don’t know anything about me other than I’m a divorce lawyer and I like coffee.”

A half-smile slid up her face. “And corn muffins.”

He nodded. “But I’m not a serial murder, I don’t cheat on my taxes, and if you ask my sister she’d tell you other than the fact I tend to argue a point to death, I’m a good guy.”

A full smile graced her face from that declaration.

Progress.

“So what’d’ya say? Wanna grab something to eat before you head home?”

He held his breath waiting for her answer.

After a few moments when he wondered if he’d ever be able to breathe again, she said, “Well,” as she shifted her bag to the other shoulder. “I am hungry, that’s the truth. It was a long day and I didn’t get a break.”

“Is that a yes?”

Please let it be a yes.

With her lips pressed together and her eyes narrowed slightly she finally –finally – nodded. “I guess it is.”

He couldn’t stop the full-wattage smile that jumped from him.

You can preorder your Kindle copy here or buy it in print now, here.

And it will be enrolled in Kindle Unlimited, so if you’re a subscriber, you can read it as part of your subscription fee after 9.12.2022!

Happy Sunday, peeps ~ Peg

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A #Monday mea culpa and a request…

So, when I started this journey of being a published author I thought I’d ride the traditional train for the life of my career. Well, we know how sometimes our thoughts don’t match our reality, don’t we, peeps. I’ve been a hybrid ( traditional and indie) for three years now and this weekend the indie part bit me in the keister big time.

I had a new book release all scheduled for 6.7.22 and had uploaded the print version to Amazon for approval. Now, before it can be offered, the amazon Gods-that-be review it. For what, I have no idea. But I received an email on Saturday telling me the book was being BLOCKED and would not be offered for sale and I was told to take it down. I questioned whether this included the ecopy as well and rec’d another email telling me yes, it did.

Panic set in immediately because I’d already put it up on Booksprout for reviews and had been advertising the preorder all over my social media sites. I went and did as instructed, canceling the print book and the preorder. Within seconds I got an email telling me that I was going to incur a penalty from Amazon for canceling a preorder and wouldn’t be allowed to put up any preorders for a year.

When the panic eased a bit I got angry.

Really angry. LIke mama-bear-pissed-you’re-touching-her-cub angry.

I emailed my Amazon representative back and questioned why I was getting a penalty for doing what they said to do. It made absolutely no sense.

Another email later and the representative stated amazon had been wrong to get me to cancel the preorder but if I wanted to re-instate it I had to start all over again and submit a new book, have it go through an approval and they would give me a new ISBN number.

Geez.

Well, of course I did it.

Here’s the kicker. After I was told I couldn’t put the book for sale in print, Amazon sent me yet another email telling me that the book was now available IN PRINT. Like available top buy in print TODAY! My e-version is also back to preorder status but the books can’t be linked for some weird reason- which is ridiculous.

So after all that, the preorder is live again and you can actually purchase the book now.

This blog post has been a long-winded way of asking EVERYONE who preordered ANGEL KISSES AND HOLIDAY wishes before yesterday’s date, that you will need to preorder it again under the new order number ( ASIN). You will not be sent two books because the old ISBN number is now defunct.

Here are the new links;

Kindle Version Preorder -Goes live 6.7.2022 Kindle

Print version – live now. Print

You’ll probably notice the slight difference in the cover backgrounds when you order, too.

Also, if you downloaded the book on BOOKSPROUTS you will notice the campaign has been removed. I’m trying to get it reinstated, but it doesn’t look promising. If you already have the book and want to do a girl a solid, please review it and post your review when you do to either/or all Goodreads, Bookub or amazon

Thanks.

I’m gonna go quietly have a nervous breakdown now. ~ peg

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Photo of the day, day 97

Working on the print proofs for the upcoming May and June releases.

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1 week until MIX and MATCH releases! I’m getting giddy!!!

I’m so excited! MIX AND MATCH has only 7 more days in the waiting room before it releases into the romance reading world!

Have you preordered your copy yet? No? Well, let me help you with that: MIX AND MATCH

And here’s a little tease to whet your reading appetite:

Intrigued? I certainly hope so!!

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2 week countdown to the release of MIX & MATCH a #sweet #laterinlife #friendstolovers romance

I can’t for you to meet Jasmine and Donovan! This series has been a labor of love to pen and all the books will be released within the next 16 months, but this first one sets the stage for the others and I couldn’t be happier.

MIX and MATCH releases on 3.1.2022 and if you haven’t heard me talking about it for the past 2 months – where have you been??? hee hee This sweet romance, about two friends who become lovers is set in the small town of Heaven, NH where my Match Match In Heaven series took place. Revisiting this tiny town was so soothing for my soul.

Seriously, though, here’s the blurb, the book trailer, and the Goodreads Giveaway widget where you can enter for a chance to win a print copy of the book.

Divorced and lonely, nurse Jasmine Green retains the services of Heaven, NH’s very own successful matchmaker, Olivia Joyner. The bar scene and dating apps give Jasmine hives and Liv’s reputation is stellar. If anyone can help guide her through the quagmire that dating has become, Olivia can.

Architect Donovan Boyd is ready to settle down. He wants the kind of marriage his parents have; long-lasting, filled with love, children, and joy. But even after a year of living and working in Heaven he’s still considered an outsider by many. Meeting the type of woman he’s looking for is hard in the tight-knit community. Retaining Olivia Joyner to help him find his forever love is one of the smartest things he’s done, especially after she sets him up with Jasmine Green.

But the red-haired, green-eyed beauty wants a different kind of marriage from the one Donovan considers ideal. Can these two strong-willed people learn to compromise so they can both find their happily ever after? Or will their relationship forever be relegated to the friend zone?

Watch the book trailer here: MIX & MATCH

Enter the GOODREADS GIVEAWAY

Request to read and review it on NetGalley here: https://www.netgalley.com/catalog/book/249436

Good luck and please, if you do enjoy the story, consider writing a review on amazon or GoodReads. Every review gets an author’s work more into the public eye and the hands of new readers. Bless you all ~ Peg

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#coverreveal for the new Louise Stevens #cozymystery DIAMONDS, DUNES, & DEATH

I’m so stoked today to help one of my favorite authors, LOUISE STEVENS, reveal the cover to her upcoming Port Sunset mystery DIAMONDS, DUNES, & DEATH.

Ready?

Ta daaaaaaahhh

Corgis and champagne? Yes, please!!!

Here’s a little about the story….

I’m Millie Wentworth and I never thought I’d be involved in another murder, but here I am smack dab in the middle of a crime wave at the swanky resort where I’m Assistant General Manager. It started with a major diamond heist and ended with a dead body on the beach.

When one of my grandmother Lulu’s group of fun-loving septuagenarian friends is a prime suspect it’s time for Lulu’s Crew, Spud the corgi, and me to get sleuthing and uncover the real criminals.

And because dodging mobsters, international jewel thieves, and solving crimes isn’t stressful enough, my hypercritical parents are in town too. My mother doesn’t approve of Lulu and me in the best of times, and these are decidedly not the best of times. Plus she’s already planning my imaginary wedding to my kinda-sorta boyfriend Scott.

All I need to do is catch a murderer plus a jewel thief and survive my parents’ visit. No problem, right?

Port Sunset Mysteries:
Book 1: Penthouse, Pools, & Poison **Best Cozy Mystery Finalist, N.N. Light Annual Book Awards
Book 2: Diamonds, Dunes, & Death releasing on April 28, 2022
Book 3: Sunshine, Selfies, & Smugglers Coming Autumn 2022!

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#SundaySnippet 2.6.2022

From MIX AND MATCH –

Will their friendship always be relegated to the friend zone?

They arrived at the diner in tandem. Always hearing his mother’s voice in his head, he held the door for her, then guided her to a booth along the back wall.

“Well, now, there’s two people I haven’t seen in a month of Sundays,” Ruthie Tewksberry, the owner, said when she spotted them. “I’ll be right over, kids.”

Jasmine slid into the booth, Donovan opposite her. Before they could settle, Ruthie made a beeline for them, two coffee mugs clasped in one had, a pot of coffee in the other.

Before he could even protest, she glanced down at him and said, “Don’t worry, I brought you a teabag and the water’s coming up.” She plopped the bag down next to him.

“Ah, Ruthie, darlin’, when are you gonna say yes and marry me?”

“When I get in a time machine and go back thirty years,” she quipped, making him laugh. “Don’t mind being called a cougar but I sure ain’t robbing any cradles. Jazz, how’s your mother doing?”

“Good. Working. What else?” She shrugged.

“Woman has more ambition than anyone I’ve ever seen.” She shook her head as she filled one of the mugs and placed it in front of Jasmine. “So, you two want to hear the specials, or do you know what you want already?”

Jasmine ordered her craving grilled cheese, while he went with a simple chicken burger.”

“Give me ten and I’ll have everything on the table. Here’s your water, Van.”

He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “You’re a living saint among us mortals, Ruthie darlin’.”

“Oh, you.” A flush ran up her cheeks as she swiped a hand in the air at him, a huge grin on her face.

“I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen her blush before,” Jasmine told him once the woman had gone to place their order. “Do you do that intentionally or does it just come naturally to you?”

“Do what?”

“You know.” She waved a hand at him. “All that charming, flirting, full-on-accent stuff. Darlin’ this and love that.“

His grin started slowly at her attempt to mimic his accent. It was actually pretty good, he thought. Then it spread when the import of her words filtered through. “Ya think I’m charmin’, do ya?”

She tossed him an eye roll that should have looked comical but on her was as sexy as hell. “I said what you did was charming, not that you are.”

“Ah, Jasmine my love, you wound me to the quick, you do.” He made a show of placing both hands over his heart and attempting a pout. His reward for the ridiculous theatrics was her laugh, which came quick, free, and naturally.

“Now there’s a lovely sound,” he said gazing at her face.

She shook her head. Still smiling, she told him, “I truly don’t think you can help yourself.”

He shrugged. “It’s not a question of helping m’self or not. It’s just as easy to pay a compliment or give a kind word as it is an unkind one. And it makes me feel good to know I’ve been able to put a smile on someone’s face from something I’ve said.”

He couldn’t decipher the expression on hers as she regarded him across the table. Before he could ask about it she said, “Did Olivia call you after”—she lowered her voice—“our date?”

“Aye, she did. First thing the next morning. Did she call you?”

“No, which is weird. She usually checks in right away.” Her brows knit together. “What did you tell her?”

He was prevented from answering right away as Ruthie delivered their food.

“You need anything else, give a holler,” she told them.

Once they were alone again he said, “The truth. The evening was pleasant, you were a lovely woman and I enjoyed getting to know you a bit, but you didn’t think we were well matched.”

“You agreed,” she said, a tad defensively.

He took a bite of his sandwich. He hadn’t. Not really. And he hadn’t related everything Olivia and he discussed. He didn’t share, for instance, the matchmaker had said to go slowly with Jasmine. The fact she wanted to be friends was encouraging because it was the first time she’d ever said that about one of the men she’d been introduced to.

“Because you were so adamant about it,” he said.

Now Jasmine pulled a pout and hers wasn’t meant to make him laugh.

“What did she say after you told her I didn’t think we were,” she lifted her hand, “suited?”

“That she had a few more women who looked promising—her word—that she’d introduce me to.”

“Oh. Okay, then.” She sat back in the booth. “Well…okay.”

He wasn’t sure but she seemed…put off by that.

Promising.

“No more talk of that now,” he said. She visibly relaxed at his words. “Tell me what you’re thinking I should be bidding on the house.”

Preorder here: Mix & Match

Watch the book trailer here: Mix & Match

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#SundaySnippet 1.23.2022

From the upcoming 3.1.2022 release of MIX & MATCH ( Heaven’s Matchmaker book1)

Van has just been on a pre-arranged date and he’s called Jasmine to tell her about it.

Unable to hold it back, she asked the question she really didn’t want an answer to. “Are you going to see her again?”

“Aye. Friday night. We’re going bowling.”

“Really?”

“Why do you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“As if you can’t see me with a bowling ball in me hand. I’m a darn good bowler, I’ll have you know.”

“Just when you think you know a person,” she said, a twisted smirk blooming across her mouth.

He ignored the sarcasm, saying, “Kaitlyn plays in a league. A church one—”

“Surprise, surprise,” she muttered.

“And their next meet is this Friday.”

“What’s the name of her league, the Holy Rollers?”

She’d said it to make him laugh. But he just squinted at her.

“I’m kidding, Van. No shade, really.”

“I don’t know what that means, but you hit the nail on it with the name.”

“Wait. They really are called the Holy Rollers?”

His sigh was deep and long. “Aye.”

“Oh, my GOD!” The laughter peeling from her was uncontrollable. “I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to laugh, but…” She couldn’t finish because another ripple bubbled up from deep inside her belly.

Donovan peered at her through the phone and shook his head. The tiniest of grins tugged at the corner of his mouth then spread into a full, cheek-wide smile that had her happy she was on the bed and not standing because her legs had turned to mush.

“ ’Tis a bit much, isn’t it?”

“No. No, actually it’s perfect.” She swiped at her dripping eyes with the backs of her knuckles. “You’re going?”

“Aye.” He let out a breath and swiped a hand though the side of his head. “When I told her I’d played in university she was all agog and couldn’t wait to invite me. Seems no one she’s gone out with has shared her love of it. Apparently, her whole family are—”

“Holy Rollers?” She started giggling again.

If her father had been in the picture during her life, she imagined the look he’d have given her when she’d misbehaved would be identical to the one Donovan gave her right now. Brows knitted together, lips bent into an upside-down U, head tilted to one side and regarding her with a side-eye.

“Sorry. That one was too easy and I couldn’t resist.”

 “You’ve the humor of a ten-year-old.” He stopped, yawned, then covered his mouth. “Sorry, love. It’s been a long week and it’s tired I am.”

“Mr. Pot, meet Ms. Kettle, ‘cuz I hear ya. I’m all set to grab a shower and then crash. I’m on duty at six tomorrow and it’s another scheduled double for me.”

Intrigued? 3.1.2022

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#SundaySnippet 1.9.2022

from the upcoming MIX & MATCH 3.1.2022

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09P48WPZC

The Friday night social scene in Heaven N.H. wasn’t the eclectic, happening, busy one she’d grown used to while living in Manhattan. She and her ex had routinely made Friday a date night when his work schedule allowed and they’d attended many a packed jazz bar or bistro over the years. Mood lighting, expensive décor and a drink menu that boasted thousand dollar bottles of wine and champagne had been the norm, along with cocktails going for upwards of twenty-five dollars a glass.

The Love Shack, Heaven’s own answer to the bar scene, was a wooden, rustic, brightly lit establishment with butcher block tables covered in gingham tablecloths and where the most expensive bottle of wine topped out at sixteen dollars. The costliest cocktail served was a four dollar cranberry Cosmo that was heavy on the Ocean Spray and light on the vodka and Cointreau.

Jasmine scanned the bar where Olivia told her her date would be waiting. There were three men scattered down along the rail. Two she recognized from high school and one guy whose face she couldn’t see because his back was to her. When he turned she realized immediately this was not the man she was due to have drinks with.First there was no way this guy was 36 years old. Her mother would have called him Gramps.Clue number two was the wedding band on the hand holding his beer. It was so tight, the skin surrounding it swollen, his knuckle hair squeezed around it, indicating it had been there for decades.Nope. This wasn’t her guy. A cursory glance around the place showed most of the tables were taken with couples.Her date had yet to arrive.

“Hey, Jazz,” the bartender and owner, Kick Loomis said from his perch drying beer glasses behind the bar.

“Kick.”

“You squattin’ or sittin’, sweetheart?”She’d been in the place enough times in her life to know he meant was she going to sit at the bar or take a table.

Jasmine was self-conscious enough she didn’t want to be seated on a bar stool, sitting alone while waiting for her date, especially when one of the guys she’d gone to school with tossed her an inquiring eye and a raised eyebrow. She didn’t want to get into a how-you-doing-what-you-been-up-to-since-high school chat. If her memory served, and it always did, the guy had been one of the football heroes of Heaven High back in the day. Those glory days were long gone and she had no desire to listen to him dredge them up.

She spotted an empty table in the corner and nodded toward it.

“I’ll send Raylynn over with a menu.”

She nodded and as she was about to head for it felt a tap on her arm.

“Excuse me. Jasmine?”

She turned at the sound of her name, spoken in a deep, soft voice blessed with a charming accent and found herself face to face with the gorgeous guy she’d spotted in her mom’s office. The one Sharmaine had been sucked on to like a tick

.Good Lord, he was even better looking up close and personal than he’d been, seated, and ten feet away from her. Stunning blue eyes, the color of freshly laid Robin’s eggs topped a face with high cut cheeks and a jaw forged from granite. Midnight hair curled around his ears and caressed the nape of his neck. Layered waves fell across his head in a chaos of perfection.

She’d been right about his height. Most men she could stare straight in the eyes due to her own long legs. But she had to tilt her head back a bit to look into this man’s striking ones.“You are Jasmine, aye?” Even his voice was gorgeous, the song of Ireland singing through it.

She nodded, her own voice deciding now would be a good time to leave on vacation. And when his smile took a slow stroll from one corner of his full, thick lips to the other, showing perfect, straight white teeth, the tips of her fingertips began to tingle like she’d fallen asleep on them and spent the night with them cuddled beneath the weight of her body.

He-of-the-handsome-face stuck out his hand and declared, “Good. Olivia said to meet you here. Donovan Boyd, but everyone calls me Van. Lovely to meet you.”

Jasmine knew she should shake his hand. It was the polite thing to do, wasn’t it? For some reason, her brain wasn’t sending any signals down her arm to lift it up to his outstretched one.

Donovan, or Van, kept his hand out, his smile in place, and ticked his head to the left a hair. A clap of booming laughter rang out from somewhere behind her and finally propelled the gears in her brain to start turning again.

After a head shake where she actually heard her brains rattle, she extended her hand and slipped it into his.

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#SundaySnippet from MIX & MATCH

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from the upcoming first book in my new HEAVEN’S MATCHMAKER series, MIX & MATCH, releasing 3.1.2022. ( here’s the preorder link for amazon:) https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09P48WPZC

Olivia Joyner smiled as she hit enter and sent her RSVP response to the on-line wedding site.  This affair was going to be such a joyous event and excitement filled her to be included on the guest list.

Of course, since she’d been instrumental in the bride-and-groom-to-be meeting and falling in love, it made perfect sense she would be invited to the nuptials.

Olivia sat back, still smiling, and gave herself a mental pat on the back. She’d done it again – another successful match between two people who might never have met if not for her.  As a third generation matchmaker, she got such a kick out of the wins – the couples who found their happily ever after.

But of course, for every tick in the match column, she could always depend on some not taking root. The couple might look perfect on paper, all the planets aligning, all the answers to her in-depth questionnaire in sync. But for some unforeseen reason there’d be no chemistry, no spark, no little zing when hands met, or gazes locked. Looking perfect on paper was one thing, but, try as she would like to, Olivia couldn’t force an attraction on someone if it wasn’t organically there.

Case in point, the client she was currently waiting for while at a cozy table for two in Joy’s House of Java. The coffee shop was a staple in the small town of Heaven, New Hampshire and once upon a high school age Olivia had worked as a barista.

The original Joy went to her maker a generation ago, the shop now owned and operated by her granddaughter.

“You want a refill,” Destiny, the said granddaughter, asked as she waddled up to the table, coffee carafe in hand, the other over her just-about-to-pop pregnant belly.

“I’m good, Des, thanks.” Olivia smiled. “I’m waiting for someone.”

Destiny nodded, her hair a cloud of waves courtesy of the fresh blowout she’d treated herself to at the Nirvana Day Spa and Salon, bobbing with the motion. “Jasmine Green. Heard she went out with the new doc in town last night.”

Olivia fought the strong urge to roll her eyes but kept her smile in place while internally groaning. Gossip was the mother’s milk of small towns and the residents of Heaven were devout lactose lovers.  Olivia strove to protect her clients’ privacy despite the wagging tongues surrounding her in the town she’d been born and reared in – no easy feat.

As if she’d been summoned by the utterance of her name, Jasmine Green blew into the coffee shop, glanced around, and when she lit on Olivia, came her way.

“Hey, Des,” Jasmine said as she tore off her sunglasses and plopped into the chair opposite Olivia. “Can I get a full brew, extra milk, four sugars, please?”

“I was already saying it in my head when I spotted you,” Destiny replied. “You’ve been drinking the same thing since we were in high school. Be right back.”

Another head bob and she left them.

Garbed in a bright blue scrub suit, a stethoscope wound around her neck and her nursing pins attached to the front of her scrub top, Jasmine had, obviously, just come from a shift at Holy Mother of God Hospital. Her red hair was tucked back into a messy bun, her face makeup-free. Weariness colored her deep hazel eyes and when she leaned forward and placed her elbows on the table, a heavy sigh escaped from between her lips.

“Tough day?” Olivia asked.

“They all seem to be lately.”

Destiny returned, carrying a steaming mug. Silently, she placed it in front of Jasmine.

“So.” Olivia took a sip of her own brew. “Tell me about last night.”

Jasmine took a breath and then blew on her coffee. “I hate doing this again, but,” she said after taking a gulp, “well.” She shrugged and Olivia got the impression she was embarrassed.

“What? Come on, Jazz, talk to me. I can’t help if I don’t know what happened.”

She rolled her eyes and said, “Nothing happened, that’s just it. The date didn’t go well.”

“Why not? Did he say or do something to put you off?”

“No.”

“Was he rude? Condescending? Obnoxious?”

She answered with a shake of her head.

“Did he say something off color or insulting? Tell me. What is it? Because on paper you two are a pretty good match.”

And there were. Both were in the health profession so they had a lot to discuss on the work front. Both only children. Both divorced. They enjoyed the same type of music and both were exercise enthusiasts, in addition to a myriad of other attributes Olivia considered compatible.

“He’s, well, boring is the best word. And kinda…stuffy. He reminded me of an older uncle or even grandfather. Stodgy.”

Olivia did her best to hide her shock. The Hunter Reinhart she’d taken on as a client didn’t strike her as any of those things. Not boring, not stuffy, and certainly not like a man past his prime. She’d been thrilled when he’d hired her, and had been captivated by his good looks, respectful manner, and charming smile.

“There was just no…spark, no,” Jasmine shrugged “something special between us. Several times during dinner I wanted to yawn but knew I’d look rude if I did.”

“What did you two talk about?”

“In all honesty I can’t remember. None of it seemed particularly interesting.”

Once again, Olivia employed her face-blanking talent so she wouldn’t give her thoughts away.

“I’m sure he was as bored as me.”

“What makes you say that?” She refrained from telling her the doctor had called this morning, claiming the date went well and he wanted to see Jasmine again if she agreed.

Another shrug.

When Jasmine had contacted her, Olivia thought it would be easy to find her a match. The thirty-three year old nurse had recently moved back home to Heaven from New York after her acrimonious and public divorce, intent on getting her life back to some semblance of normalcy. She’d sought out Olivia because, as she’d stated in her email, she didn’t want to get involved in the bar scene and most of the guys in the small town she’d known all her life, attended school with, and hadn’t considered them marriage material before she left town, her opinion unchanged now that she was back. Even with that declaration, Olivia had thought it would be an easy task to match her with someone.

After three dates with three different men, the latest one the newest doctor in town, Jasmine found none to her liking.

All the men she’d met were perfectly charming, suitable, and successful, but Jasmine found flaws with each of them. Olivia was beginning to think the woman was looking for someone—or something—who didn’t exist.

Either that, or she still carried a torch for the ex who’d publicly humiliated her when he left their marriage for a model ten years Jasmine’s junior.

“At this rate, I’m beginning to think I’ll end up like my mother. Alone, depressed, and bitter,” Jasmine said, then heaved another soul-crushing sigh.

Olivia kept her own counsel. She never wanted to give up on a client discovering their one true love. But Jasmine’s words were worrying and Olivia was concerned they just might prove true.

Intrigued? Hee hee. More snippets to follow.

Happy Sunday, peeps

~Peg

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