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Series Spotlight: NYC Socialites Series from Peggy Jaeger via #Bookthrone #RomCom #seriesromance

This is so cool! BOOKTHRONE is spotlighting my NYC Socialite series this week. Check out the post here: BOOKTHRONE

IT’S A TRUST THING

WOKE

BALANCE

The only book missing from the list is DIRTY DAMSELS, because the copyright on that is still held by LImitless and is under the DOTCOM girls series pages, but that was the book that started me on this poor-little-riches-to-rags-girls storyline.

Enjoy and happy reading!!!!

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LOVE WINS: A Ukraine Charity Anthology

There are days when I wonder what I can do to help change the lives of others. I’m just a little writer and reader. I’m not a gazilionaire; I’m not a politician.

Well, today, I’m honored to be able to say I can definitely do something to help the people of Ukraine – and it’s all because of my dear friends Mr/Mrs N.N. Read along and find out how you can help, like I am.

I’m so thrilled to be a guest on this blog, Peggy. Thank you so much for hosting me.

My name is N. N. Light, otherwise known as Mrs. N. I write uplifting stories with my husband and better half, Mr. N.

In late February of this year, Russia invaded Ukraine. My heart plummeted as I saw the brute force of Russia’s army attack a sovereign nation.

Can this really be happening? After all, we have been through as a people, can we just sit by and watch the elimination of a race of people? I knew I needed to find some way to help. I certainly didn’t have the resources to fly over there but what could I do? The answer came in an Instagram post about two weeks ago. My fellow author, Dania Voss, put out a message on Instagram asking for more romance stories for a charity anthology. I signed up right away and I’m so honored to be a part of the Love Wins anthology. 100% of the proceeds go to a charity with boots on the ground helping Ukrainians in need.

We can’t stop the bombs from falling but we can do our part from this corner of our world. Please consider purchasing the anthology for $1.99. Not only will you be helping innocent people struggling to stay alive, but you’ll get fifteen romance novellas/short stories. These stories vary between sweet and contemporary.

Series Title:

Love Wins: A Ukraine Charity Anthology

Series Authors:

Dania Voss, Maribelle McCrea, Marlene Cheng, K.M. Jenkins, Deborah King, Annie McEwen, Pamela Clayfield, Tiffany Carby, Aimee O’Brian, R.A. Clarke, N. N. Light, Judy Fisher, Robert Beech, E.J. Powell, Alex Grehy, Maris Parker

Genre:

Contemporary Romance, Charity Anthology, Romance Short Stories

Book Blurb:

LOVE WINS—a Charity Anthology to support Ukrainian refugees

More than 15 contemporary romance authors have joined forces to create this unique collection of stories, covering an assortment of different sub-genres and tropes.

LOVE WINS is set to publish on April 21, 2022, with 100% of the proceeds going to World Vision’s Ukrainian Refugee Fund. This organization has people on the ground in the Ukraine and Romania, providing food, shelter, medical aid, and all necessary assistance for the needy, with the focus of making sure children are safe and provided for.

LOVE WINS is available for a limited time only. Make a difference for the people of Ukraine—buy your copy today!

Stories include:

ALL ROADS LEAD TO SHEPHERD GROVE–DANIA VOSS

PAST, PERFECT, POLO–MARIBELLE MCCREA

THE MADAM’S FRIEND–MARLENE F CHENG

THE SUNFLOWER MEADOW–K.M. JENKINS

DESTINED DREAMER–DEBORAH KING

THE SLEEPLESS CAFÉ–ANNIE MCEWEN

HAVEN OF SECRETS–PAMELA CLAYFIELD

GOLD MINE–TIFFANY CARBY

MISROUTED BY LOVE ~ A TALE OF MAYBE–AIMEE O’BRIAN

CLICKING–R.A. CLARKE

PLANTING THE SEEDS OF LOVE–N. N. LIGHT

THE POWER OF LOVE–JUDY FISHER

LOVE, ETERNAL–ROBERT BEECH

SHIFTER: A WERE-CAT’S TALE–E.J. POWELL

ON THE WINGS OF KITES–ALEX GREHY 

MOANA ACCOUNTANT–KERRY CARLISLE

TWO WEEKS IN THE TETONS–MARIS PARKER


THANK YOU so much for supporting those in need.

Excerpt from Planting the Seeds of Love:

Jack took a step back letting go of her pinky. He crossed his arms; his eyes glittered angrily.

“You love me?” He snorted. “You don’t even know I exist.”

Sally’s nostrils flared. Taking a step back, she crossed her arms.

“That’s a fine thing to say to me after all we’ve been through.” She turned to leave. “Maybe Trevor’s right…”

“What?” Jack sat down on the cot, not looking at her. “What did Trevor tell you?”

“Trevor has a buyer for the farm. It’s a friend of his father’s and he loves the idea of a brewery out here in the country. He wants to add a restaurant and make it some sort of oasis for city folk.” She ran her fingers through her blonde hair.

“A buyer?” He put his head in his hands and sighed. “It’s too fast.”

“What are you talking about?” She looked down at her watch, wishing she hadn’t come. Her sister was right; men were nothing but trouble.

“Look, I know I’ve messed things up.” He stood and walked towards her. “But you’ve got to give the farm and me a second chance.” He extended his hand through the bars.

Sally’s emotions shook her body. Guilt, love, pain, regret, anger and hope battled for supremacy in her heart. She eyed his outstretched hand warily. Could she trust him? Could he be depended upon?

“Why should I give you another chance, Jack?” She let her arms fall to her sides. A force not her own pulled her body closer to his. She whispered, “You hurt me.” Tears welled up but she didn’t care.

He reached up and wiped her tears away.

“Oh Sally,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

Her lower lip quivered.

“I’m so sorry. I’m a first-class jerk.” He cupped her face with his hands. “Please don’t cry.”

Sally closed her eyes. She felt like a tiny dingy in the middle of the ocean, battered and torn in pieces. She leaned her head against the bars.

“Your opinion matters most, it always has. When you say things like you just did, it tears me apart.” She lifted her head. “I need you, Jack. I can’t do this without you.”

Jack exhaled slowly.

“That wasn’t me; it was my jealousy rearing its ugly head.”

“What do you mean? What do you have to be jealous of?” Her brows furrowed, she thought hard.

“I’m jealous of how happy you seem to be with Trevor,” he replied.

Preorder your e-copy for only $1.99. The price goes up to $4.99 after release week! 100% of the proceeds going to World Vision’s Ukrainian Refugee Fund.

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09WP6XHRF

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B09WP6XHRF

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09WP6XHRF

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60739931-love-wins

BookBub https://www.bookbub.com/books/love-wins-a-ukraine-charity-anthology-by-dania-voss-and-pamela-clayfield

N. N. Light is the award-winning husband-wife writing team, commonly known as Mr. N and Mrs. N. Books are their addiction and lifeblood.

Life is meant to be lived; cherish the exciting moments, and relish in those all too brief moments of relaxation. They are here to live their own lives, read as many books as humanly possible and live it passionately. N. N. Light’s Book Heaven serves as a vessel to project their passions, and clue in their loyal readers as to what inspires them in this crazy world. So, sit back, relax, and read on.

One link to rule them all: https://bio.link/nnlightsbookheaven

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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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The RONE Nominations are out and I’ve got 2 books given the nod!

Prestige is something every author dreams of. The InD’Tale annual RONE awards are one of the most prestigious awards in writing and this year I am lucky enough to be a double nominee!

In the Suspense/Thriller Steamy category, book 2 in A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: AIDEN is a nominee.

Here’s the amazing review that garnered me a Rone nod:

A Pride of Brothers: Aiden

Suspense-Thriller

When Aiden Keane spots a redheaded bombshell flirting up a storm with a sleazeball in the airport bar, he can’t help but be intrigued. When he later sees someone he’s sure is the same woman but looks completely different, his curiosity skyrockets. Before long, Aiden is embroiled in a mystery that seems to get more complicated the further he digs into it. Lexi Buckley is grateful for Aiden’s help and expertise, and the fact that he seems to believe her when she says her sister was murdered, instead of killing herself as everyone would have her believe. Clues lead Lexi and Aiden on a twisty, convoluted trail, that brings with it danger, more suspects than they know what to do with, and sparks that could last a lifetime.

Holy smokes, Batman! Buckle up for a ride of murder, mystery, and sexual tension that will leave readers on the edge of their seats and staying up till the wee hours to find out what happens next! The chemistry between Aiden and Lexi is explosive, even though they both try to fight it. The mystery has so many things going on it will keep readers glued to the pages. Brontë is a fabulous side character, even though she’s a dog! Visits from Aiden’s brothers add extra depth and fun to the tale and make one want to learn more about them. Lexi’s habit of spouting random facts when she’s nervous makes her quirky and adorable. Aiden is not without his own issues, yet he still manages to be a swoon-worthy, smart-as-anything Alpha. Absolute perfection from start to finish, “A Pride of Brothers: Aiden” is completely unputdownable!

Piper Valentine

I still cry every time I read that!

The second book nominated in my indie book BALANCE

Here’s the review for that one:

Balance

Peggy

Jeager

Genre: 

Contemporary

Phillippa Doubletree, Phil to her friends, has a trust fund, thus never has money issues. To give back to the community, she volunteers at a women’s shelter which takes care of battered women and their children. One night, she takes a severely battered woman to the Emergency Room for help and has a run-in with the handsome Physician’s Assistant, Decker Madina. Soon afterward, he asks Phil out. Hesitant at first, she soon recognizes they have chemistry. Phil deliberately hides the fact she is wealthy because she knows Decker struggles with paying his bills. Before she knows it, Phil is well ensconced within Decker’s family, consisting of him, his ten-year-old son, and his aged father. Phil has good intentions of revealing her wealth to Decker, but the time never seems to be right.

“Balance” is an exceptionally brilliant story crafted by Ms. Jaeger, enveloping the reader deep in the story as it unfolds. There is a viable tension underlying most of the story as we sense Phil’s insecurities. Descriptive passages help the reader imagine each of the scenes as they unfold. Phil and Decker are strong characters with fascinating backstories. Emotions run high in this novel, and one can feel the angst of the characters as they work through their feelings, coming to life-changing decisions. A few scenes drag due to wordiness, but the pace quickly picks up again in this intense story. Phil and Decker come from different societies, but they both want the same thing – true love – and for it to work, they must find a balance between their two worlds. “Balance” is a must-read!

Belinda Wilson

Voting begins soon and is open to the public so you are sure to know I will be posting those links EVERYWHERE for those of you who’d like to vote. Last year I had two nominations as well, one for the first book A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK. I can in a very close second and this year I really really really want to win in my category! The competition is amazeballs, though, so it’s gonna be a real uphill climb.

More to come, peeps. For now – I’m basking! heehee

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Photo of the day, day 84

…always learning the craft….

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2 Goodreads Giveaways: 1 ending soon!

Just stopping in to remind everyone in the US about my 2 current Goodreads Giveaways.

I’m offering a chance to win 1 of 5 print copies of my steamy romance for Limitless publishing, DIRTY DAMSELS. The giveaway ends Monday, March 21, so if you haven’t entered yet, now is the time to.

What if Cynderella had a one-night stand with a man named Prince?

When I first saw Cynderella all covered in soot in that sexy maid uniform, I knew I wanted to be her Prince. She’s a smart and savvy businesswoman who’s built her cleaning company from the ground up. But now that Dirty Damsels was booming, I’ve been hired to arrange a hostile takeover.

The temptation of having her was too much to ignore… We ended up spending one night together–a night neither of us will forget.

Now, I want more. I need more. I want to spend every night, skin-on-skin, with my beautiful Ella.

Problem is, when she finds out who I really am, she’ll never forgive me.

The second giveaway that just started is for book 2 in the WILL COOK FOR LOVE series, A SHOT AT LOVE I’m also giving away 5 print copies of this sexy romance that features my first bad assed heroine, Gemma Laine. I lovelovelove Gemma and think you will, too! This contest is open until 3.31.

Nothing’s impossible when love is on the menu. In Peggy Jaeger’s luscious series, the only thing more tempting than a delicious meal is a truly delectable romance . . .

Photographer Gemma Laine is looking for arresting faces on the streets of Manhattan when her camera captures something shocking—a triple murder. In that moment, she becomes a target for the mob—and a top priority for a very determined, breathtakingly handsome, FBI special agent. With deadlines to meet and photo shoots on her calendar, Gemma chafes at the idea of protection, but every moment she spends under his watchful eye is a temptation to lose herself in his muscular arms . . .
 
With two of his men and one crucial witness dead, Special Agent Kyros Pappandreos can’t afford to be distracted. But Gemma is dazzling—and her connection to Kandy Laine’s high-profile cooking empire makes her an especially easy mark for some very bad people. Keeping her safe is much more pleasure than business, but as the heat between them starts to sizzle, Ky is set to investigate whether they have a shot at love . . .

I hope you enter both!! Good luck and remember – you gotta be in it to win it!!! ~ Peg

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New release from Award-winning author Judith Sterling – The Spear Alight (Book 4 in the Guardians of Erin)

It’s always a fun day when one of my Wild Rose Press sistahs comes to visit. Today I have Award Winning author Judith Sterling on the blog. She has a brand new addition to her GUARDIANS OF ERIN series, THE SPEAR ALIGHT which dropped today!!! I’m so tickled she stopped by to let us know a little about the book.

So without further adieu….. Here’s Judith!

The Spear Alight (Guardians of Erin, Book Four)

By Judith Sterling

Ashling Donoghue has almost lost hope of finding her missing parents. As her faith wanes, her love for two men waxes, rending her heart and causing friction in the Breasal household. The time has come to make a choice, to create a future untarnished by doubt. But how can she embrace the light when lured by the soft seduction of shadow? 

At last, her brother Conall channels the Spear of Illumination. He’s a natural shapeshifter, and he sees through illusions in both the material world and the Otherworld…not a moment too soon. An ancient evil has surfaced, and it threatens all worlds.

Only the Donoghues can save Ireland. They must face their greatest fears and act as one to fulfill their destinies as guardians of Erin.

Freeing my hand, Kian grinned. “Welcome to the fourteenth century.”

            I lifted my gaze to the top half of the stone keep. A shuttered window caught my attention. Aengus is there.

            Hugh had given us a good idea of where to go, but how I determined his son’s precise location, I can’t say. Maybe I knew because I needed to know. Or maybe our souls were bonded in a way that defied all logic.

            I pointed to the window. “Up there, right in the middle. Let’s jump up and go through the wall.”

            We leapt into the air and paused at the third-floor level. Like ghosts, we floated through stone and entered the medieval bedroom. Then we lowered ourselves until our feet touched the plank floor. Tapestries, oak furniture, and a crackling fire on the hearth made the chamber feel homey and inviting.

            “Awesome,” Kian breathed.

            Aengus’s sleeping form drew my gaze. He lay on his back, with his bare and beautifully sculpted arms and chest visible above the fur coverlet. His golden hair was longer, touching his shoulders. I couldn’t look away.

            Fortunately, my brother could. “I think the manuscript is over there.” He went to investigate.

            I crept toward the bed. Aengus. I’m so sorry. I love you. Compelled beyond rhyme or reason, I leaned over and pressed my lips to his.

            I’d intended a quick kiss, but my mouth lingered, savoring an experience it might never have again. His lips were softened by sleep; his breath was warm with a trace of spices. Mulled wine? Maybe.

            “Ash, I got it. We have to go.” Kian waited close by.

            Regretfully, I ended the kiss and straightened. I’ll always love you.

            Aengus stirred beneath the covers. “Caer,” he murmured. His eyes opened.

            Crap! Any second, he might shift into the Otherworld and see me. I seized my brother’s hand as Aengus sat up in bed. “Hurry, Kian!”

            The next instant, the room was quiet. The Otherworld twilight remained, as did the medieval furnishings, but the fire and the man were absent.

            A sense of loss swept through me. “Funny how empty a room can seem.”

            “I’m sorry, Ash.” Kian squeezed my hand, then released it. “It’ll be okay.”

            I turned to him. “Will it?”

Buy Links

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09PJXRS59

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Spear-Alight-Guardians-Erin-Book-ebook/dp/B09PJXRS59

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Spear-Alight-Guardians-Erin-Book-ebook/dp/B09PJXRS59

Amazon AU https://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B09PJXRS59

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-spear-alight-judith-sterling/1140834499

Apple Books https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-spear-alight/id1602045174

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60176927-the-spear-alight

BookBub https://www.bookbub.com/books/the-spear-alight-guardians-of-erin-book-4-by-judith-sterling

Judith Sterling is an award-winning author whose love of history and passion for the paranormal infuse everything she writes. Whether penning medieval romance (The Novels of Ravenwood) or young adult paranormal fantasy (the Guardians of Erin series), her favorite themes include true love, destiny, time travel, healing, redemption, and finding the hidden magic which exists all around us. She loves to share that magic with readers and whisk them far away from their troubles, particularly to locations in the British Isles.

Her nonfiction books, written under Judith Marshall, have been translated into multiple languages. She has an MA in linguistics and a BA in history, with a minor in British Studies. Born in that sauna called Florida, she craved cooler climes, and once the travel bug bit, she lived in England, Scotland, Sweden, Wisconsin, Virginia, and on the island of Nantucket. She currently lives in Salem, Massachusetts with her husband and their identical twin sons.

Social Media Links

Website – https://judithmarshallauthor.com/

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/judithsterlingfiction/

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16291161.Judith_Sterling

BookBub –  https://www.bookbub.com/authors/judith-sterling

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01MT3KB7L

The Wild Rose Press – https://www.thewildrosepress.com/bookauthor/judith-sterling

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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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A new release from friend and author, M.J. Schiller is out today!

I love when someone I know has a new book release. M.J. Schiller‘s series Love and Chaos has a new addition, out today: ROCK OF SALVATION. Here’s a little glimpse to whet your reading appetite!

Sometimes it takes a bad boy to redeem a good girl. But will she end up being his Salvation in the end?

Jericho Tyler was comfortable in his role as the wild man of Just Short Of Chaos.

Different gorgeous women throwing themselves at him every night? What self-respecting hetero male wouldn’t dream of that? But when Salvation steps out of his shower and into his life, things start to change.

Oh, yeah. I knew the second I saw her that she didn’t belong backstage. And she didn’t belong with a man like me, for sure. But I didn’t let that stop me from seeing just how far she was willing to go to keep up her little naughty girl charade. And if she had something to prove, why not prove it with me?

Salvation Jones was not like the rest of her family.

In a parcel of toe-the-line, conservative preacher’s kids, she stood out like a piece of her costume jewelry at the Inaugural Ball.

I must have had a far-sighted stork reading the directions for my delivery. I was louder than they were. More boisterous. I got into more trouble. I’d heard, “Oh, Salvation,” in my mom’s disappointed voice for so long I began to think the O stood for Olivia, or something. It’s not like I meant to misbehave, but it just came naturally to me. I’d tried to be who they wanted; now it was time for me to truly be myself. They say, “Go big or go home,” so why not start out by seducing a rock star? And not just any rock star, the luscious, womanizing Jericho Tyler. Now that was somebody worth sinning for!

Sometimes it takes a bad boy to redeem a good girl. But will she become his Salvation in the end?

I stepped away from the door and peeled my sweaty shirt off. A shower was going to feel amazing. And I was moving in that direction, until I was brought up short, realizing my shower was already running.

Did Dex get our dressing rooms confused?

It wouldn’t be the first time something like that had happened. I started to cross to rap on the door and it opened, a big ball of steam rolling out. A form emerged through the mist. A beautiful, womanly form. As the steam dissipated, I got a better idea of what I was looking at. She stood with a towel wrapped around her and one twisted on her head. Her gaze lifted to mine.

“Oh.” Her mouth became a perfect circle for a moment. Then she cleared her throat. “Uhh…hello—” She stopped abruptly and ran a hand up the door frame. As what appeared like an afterthought, she cocked the opposite hip awkwardly, in a position that she seemed to think was sexy. And, while it had its merits, her shaky voice, in fact, her whole demeanor told me she was an amateur.

What sort of rebellious preacher’s daughter have we got here, pretending to be a dirty girl?

She wet her lips nervously, which was probably the most provocative thing she had done, even though she did that as if without thinking. “Hello, handsome.”

I stifled a laugh. Her come-on was straight from a movie. No, she didn’t belong here at all. “Okay. Get your clothes on.”

“But don’t you want to….” She gestured vaguely.

It suddenly irritated me. She waltzes in and uses my shower. If I’d done the same to her, I would have been arrested. That flash of anger made me want to embarrass her. I finished her sentence. “Slap the sheets? Screw? Get laid?”

It did knock her back a bit. She blinked. “Yes. All those. I guess….” She chewed on a nail.

I inwardly rolled my eyes. I’d put money on this chick being a virgin. I felt an urge to play with her. It was mean and beneath me, but I had a strong desire to see just how far she would go with this miserable charade of a seduction.

“Okay. Let’s get at it then.” I crossed to her in two big strides. “You won’t be needing this.” I plucked the towel from her and tossed it aside, then pulled her against me.

She gasped and fear shadowed her features. It made me feel sorry for her and wonder what her story was, but I needed to teach her a lesson.

“So, what are you waiting for?” An edge cut through my words, because now that I was near her, and could smell the floral innocence of her fragrance, see her pretty, pouty lips, look into what had to be the most doe-like, amazing eyes I had ever seen, my body awoke.

Oh, shit. I want her. I could so have her without a single worry about whether it was right or not. She was in my shower. But I already knew I wouldn’t do it. Couldn’t do it, to her.

I grasped her chin, tilting her head back. “I thought you wanted to do me?”

She blinked rapidly and I could feel her tremble, which freaking made me yearn for her even more. The towel on her head fell off, exposing red hair with a hint of curl to it.

Shit.

Redheads were my weakness. I brushed my lips over hers. “Come on.” I swallowed but kept trying to push her buttons without engaging mine. “What’s making you wait?” I ran my tongue around her lips and kissed them softly. “Isn’t this what you want?”

Holy shit! I haven’t felt this turned on in a long time, if ever. And it has to be for the virgin I’m unwilling to hurt. This sucks.

I angled my head and lowered my lips until I was a breath apart from her. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Huh?” My voice sounded husky. “You want to do it, right?” I kissed her again, longer this time, and deeper. I made the mistake of lifting my gaze to hers, and suddenly I felt weak. Because, in that one moment, I couldn’t see the little girl trying to pretend to be something she wasn’t. All I could see was the desire I had ignited in her.

Her nails raked the skin of my neck and scalp as she threaded her fingers through my hair. With a flick of her tongue, she lashed my lips. Then did it again, searing me with her mouth. Branding me. I let my hand drift down to brush along the skin of her hip. Each new contact with her stirred me all the more. In a rush, I scooped her up from beneath her thighs, and we banged into the wall. I brought my mouth to her neck, grazing her with my teeth, tasting her with my tongue. Her heat against my straining crotch made me even harder.

It was going to take all of my scarce self-restraint to resist her.

She’s somebody’s daughter. She’s somebody’s daughter. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. Although it freaking feels like she knows what she’s doing. She’s simply acting out. She’ll regret giving herself for the first time to a guy like me.

My entire being groaned.

She’s just another girl. Like all the rest. There’s nothing special about her, even if it feels a tad different this time. For me, it will be like every other time. I don’t need this. I don’t need her.

I pushed away, getting a glimpse of a killer body before turning from my temptation. But I could tell she was determined, and she wouldn’t leave unless I forced her to. Scared her. She was a novice. She would crumble. I could handle her. She was a kitten, and I was the king of the jungle. I was freaking Jericho Tyler.

Links:

Books2Read: https://books2read.com/Rock-Of-Salvation

Amazon:  https://mybook.to/RockOfSalvation

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rock-of-salvation-m-j-schiller/1138588067

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/rock-of-salvation-3

iTunes: https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1548110155

Book One, ROCKED BY GRACE, is on sale for 99¢.

Book Two, ROCKED BY LOVE, is on sale for $1.99.

Book Three, ROCK IT TO THE MOON, is up sale for $2.50.

M.J. Schiller is a lunch lady/romance-romantic suspense writer. She enjoys writing novels whose characters include rock stars, desert princes, teachers, futuristic Knights, construction workers, cops, and a wide variety of others. In her mind everybody has a romance. She is the mother of a twenty-seven-year-old and three twenty-five-year-olds. That’s right, triplets! So having recently taught four children to drive, she likes to escape from life on occasion by pretending to be a rock star at karaoke. However…you won’t be seeing her name on any record labels soon.

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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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