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#sundaysnippet 5.10.2020


First of all, Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful moms, mothers, and mammas out there!

I would be remiss if I didn’t put up a little something about a mom, now, wouldn’t I?

Here’s a little interaction between Abby Laine and her mom Hannah from my first romantic suspense A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK.

Enjoy.

“Rick’s going to drive you home,” Hannah told her as she helped her daughter into the T-shirt and sweat pants she’d brought from her apartment while Rick waited outside the room. “I’ll let you get all settled and rest a bit before I descend on you again to help out.”

“Mom, I’ll be fine,” Abby said. “You don’t need to hover.”

“I’m not hovering.” Hannah held Abby’s shoes as her daughter slipped into them. “I’m concerned about you.”

“You don’t need to be,” Abby replied instantly. “I’ll be fine on my own.”

Hannah stood upright, fisted her hands on her hips, and tossed Abby the same glare Grandma Sophie used to. “Of course you will,” she said with a shake of her head. “And even if you weren’t, you’d never tell me otherwise, but—” She raised a hand as Abby started to speak. “Pretend you need some looking after anyway, will you? If for no other reason than to make your old mother feel useful, okay?”

“Mom.” Overcome, Abby reached her arms out. Hannah moved into them and slipped her hands around her daughter’s waist. With her head on her mother’s shoulder, Abby said, “You’re not old, and you’re always useful. I’ll always need you.”

Hannah chuckled and sniffed. Pulling back, Abby was surprised at the tears swimming in her mother’s beautiful and expressive eyes.

“You know,” Hannah said, “that’s the first time since you were eleven years old you’ve told me you need me for something. I have to admit, I’ve missed hearing it all these years.”

Mom.” Abby swiped her hands down her mother’s arms and held her hands. “I haven’t been the best daughter.”

“Well…” Hannah grinned. “It certainly wouldn’t kill you to call more often, that’s the truth.”

Abby laughed, then winced. “Ow.” She braced a hand over the bandage under her sweats.

“Of all my girls, you’re the one with the tightest lips,” Hannah said, glancing down at her daughter’s hand, then back up to her face. “And the softest heart.”

Abby rolled her eyes. “Don’t let any of my colleagues hear you. I have a reputation as a hard-ass.”

“Abigail June.”

“Uh-oh. Now I know where Kandy gets that tone.”

“I know why you keep things so close,” Hannah said. “Why you’re so tightlipped and never want anyone to worry, but Abby, you’re my daughter. Whether you tell me to or not, I’ll always worry about you. I love you with all my heart.”

Her own eyes now filling, Abby nodded. “I love you, too. I know I don’t say it enough, and I’m sorry for that. I need to say it more. Show it more.”

“Actions are always better than words,” Hannah said with a grin, “so I’ll be expecting more phone calls in the future. And speaking of actions,” she added when Abby smiled at her, “Rick’s actions have been screaming.”

Abby went stone still. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

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Until next time ~ Peg

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A visit with #author Judith Hudson

 

Today is a treat for me – and you as well! I’ve got one of my Romance Gems sistahs, Judith Hudson visiting me. She’s got a new 3 book boxed set out and she’s here telling us all a little about it.

Take it away, Judith….

Looking for feel-good escapist reading? Friendship, family and happily-ever-after. That’s how I describe this small-town romance series set in the Pacific northwest in the town of Fortune Bay.

It all starts with a ramshackle cabin on the lake – complete with an interfering ghost, landlord’s Aunt Augusta. In each book, the cabin proves to be a haven for people at the crossroads of their lives.

The series has grown beyond these first three books, the intertwining stories of three friends, but in my mind they are the heart and soul of the Fortune Bay series and it just felt right to put them out together in this three-book boxed set – new this spring!

Book one is Summer of Fortune
Maddie wasn’t looking for romance when she moved to Fortune Bay for the summer. She was just glad to find a place to stay that she could afford, where she could set up her dark room and work on the photographs for her first solo show.
A troubled childhood had left her a loner. It was just easier that way. But now for the first time she was finding the loneliness hard, since her daughter had gone and live with her father for the summer.
Maddie wasn’t expecting to meet a group of people who would change her life – and definitely not her landlord Jake Murphy, a single father himself, who just might teach her that she could have it all, friendship, family and happily ever after.

Book two, The Good Neighbor, is Maddie’s neighbor Frankie’s story, and it’s Sean who moves into the cabin this time.
Frankie’s life is going just fine, thank you very much. She has a lovely house on Majestic lake and a good job teaching at the local high school. What she doesn’t need is Sean Murphy moving in next door and shaking things up. He seems like just the kind of charming young exec her father would approve of – a black mark against him in her eyes.
What she doesn’t see are the demons Sean is hiding, the daughter he gave up as a teen who he’d give anything to find today.

Book three, Home For Christmas, it’s Louise’s turn.
Louise is coming home for Christmas, but just for Christmas. She has finally gotten out of Fortune Bay and now that her pastry course is finished, her future awaits her in Seattle, a long way away from her old job at the Fortune Bay Cafe.
Her old friend Blue has moved on too – he can’t wait forever, hoping she’ll see how much he cares. Growing up, he was her shoulder to cry on, but he’s moved on too.
But, with Christmas festivities swirling around them, Louise’s live take a sharp turn. Can Blue really turn his back on her now, when her whole future is at stake?­

Get this three-books-in-one introduction to the series. You might end up feeling like the reader who said – “I want to live in Fortune Bay!”

Judy Hudson

A little about Judy….

Judy grew up in Toronto Canada and St. Louis MO, then moved to the Pacific Northwest where she now lives on beautiful Vancouver Island.

Her romantic women’s fiction series, Fortune Bay Books, is set in the Pacific Northwest. In each book, someone at a crossroads of their life moves into a ramshackle cabin on Majestic Lake where they work through their problems with the help of friends and family, and the occasional nudge from the friendly spirit of Aunt Augusta. If a romance grows in the process, and it always does, well, so much the better.

As an landscape artist and photographer, the setting of the story is very important to Judy. “I’ve painted in the area for many years and I think it helps me make the setting real for the reader, helps draw them into the story. My characters are often artists, like Maddie, the darkroom photographer in Summer of Fortune who is at Fortune Bay for the summer to work on her first professional show, and Stephanie, the widowed matriarch of the clan who is finding a new life as a painter.”

You can connect with Judith here:

Website // Facebook // Instagram 

and of course on her one-a-month blog posts on the ROMANCE GEMS

 

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A Fun Facebook Party at LOVE ROMANCE READS – #EscapeIntoRomanceRomp

Games, free books, and fun!

Want a little escape? Join us for a Facebook Party TODAY, April 18th from 12 to 6 PM, California time. THAT’s PCT, folks. Three hours later on the East coast! I’ll be on livelivelive at 7:30 P.M. EST!! ( 4:30 Pacific time.)

Authors will stop by every half hour and host the event – a total of twelve different authors! This is your chance to interact with the people who make love come alive and create Happily Ever Afters for a living.

It’s the ultimate Escape Into Romance while staying at home.

Here’s the link to join us: https://www.facebook.com/groups/LoveRRsRomanceRomp/

I’ve got some fun things planned, plus I’ll be telling you all about my new release, dropping 5.20.2020 and there will be chances to win free ecopies of some of my books!!!
Pass this on to all your friends who love romance and need a feels-good boost during these trying times!!! See you late, peeps.

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Shake of those Winter Blues with N.N. Light

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

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

IT’S A TRUST THING is spotlighted today

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

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

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it’s my turn on the #RomanceGems…

Christmas may be over but I’m still in the mood for a good Holiday Romantic Comedy to watch. Come join me today on the Romance Gems to discover what my favs are: ROMANCE GEMS

And don’t forget to leave a comments and enter our rafflecopter for a chance at a prize in our monthly drawing. 

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LOVE IS FUNNY!

This evening I am taking part in a three-fabulous-women-panel at the TOADSTOOL BOOKSHOP in Keene, NH. Come join Lisa Olech, Cheri Allan 

and Moi! as we talk about romance books, humor, love and writing for this one hour presentation. Afterwards, we will each be signing our books and just FYI Books make FABULOUS HOLIDAY GIFTS ( I put that in capitols so it would make an impression. Hee Hee)

Love is Funny – Presentation about humor in writing Romance and in fiction

November 30, 2019
6:00 PM
The Toadstool Bookshop (map)
12 Emerald St.
Keene NH 03431

An interactive hour for writers and readers of Rom-Coms, humorous books, and lovers of fiction, presented by three award-winning New England romance authors, Peggy Jaeger, Cheri Allan, and Lisa Olech.

More about this event

Hope to see you there!
Until next time ~ Peg

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#ConferencePacking…the bane of my existence

So today’s the day I start to try on clothes I haven’t worn in a while ( okay, a year!), figure out how many “travel sized” personal care items I need to buy, do laundry to ensure I have enough underwear to last a week, and find shoes that go with more than one outfit so I don’t have to pack my entire shoe closet.

Stress, they name is Margaret-Mary.

Cause of stress? I need to pack for RWA.

I am, usually, a fabulous packer. I just came back from a week in London with one suitcase and a backpack, and my packing skills are enviable. When you fly international, you’re only allowed so much poundage per stored luggage. I came in under, more than 20 pounds lighter than what they allow.

Score! If the plane had crashed due to overpacking and overweight, it wouldn’t have been because of anything I’d contributed to.

You’d think since RWA is in NYC this year, I wouldn’t have to worry. No planes, no airport parking, just a drive to MetroNorth, hop on a commuter train and then hail a cab from Grand Central Station to the Marriott Marquis.

Easy peasy.

Yeah., not so much.

Backstory: I have 2 torn rotator cuffs and a bunch of ancillary damage to both shoulders. Due to scheduling issues I’m not having my first surgery to repair one shoulder until the end of august. What that means is that I’m severely limited in how much I can pull/lift/push with my arms. I’ll be attending RWA solo, as always, and getting my suitcase filled with a week’s worth of stuff and then carrying it to NYC is going to be a pain in the…shoulder.

So that’s one point.

Point 2 is since I haven’t been able to exercise much due to the pain and immobility issues of the shoulders, I’m a little….chubbier….than usual, and I haven’t bought any new clothes, so I need to be able to fit into the stuff from last year. And fit into stuff where I won’t look like  a stuffed sausage!!! Can you lose 4o pounds in a weekend?

Yeah, I didn’t think so.

Le sigh….

Oh well. Let me go try stuff on and see what — it anything — fits and doesn’t make me look like a tent.

And don’t forget to come see me in NYC. I’m doing 2 book signings this year:

And

Come see me and get a free book!!!

Until next time ~ Peg

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#1stKissFriday 6.21.19

It just stands to reason that since I’m promoting my upcoming DIRTY DAMSELS release, I might as well show you the first kiss between Ella and Buddy, no?

Hee hee.

Problem is…I really can’t. This blog is billed at PG13 and the first kiss between these two occurs during a time that’s…not. ( PG 13, that is!!!)The second kiss is equally as sexy, so I can’t show that one, either.

Sorry! ( Not, sorry!)

To make up for it, here’s a little snippet between them that’s fairly tame…maybe!

In a smooth move he pulled me into his arms, the length of our bodies touching.

“You don’t have to thank me, Ella. I’m just happy I could put that beautiful smile back on your face.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “And it sounds like it’s about time someone took care of you for a change.”

Can I just tell you how I almost melted into a puddle at those words?

Without thinking I shouldn’t – for so many reasons – I lifted up on my toes and pressed my lips against his, just as I had in the hotel room. Kissing him for the first time at midnight when I knew what was about to happen between us had been a new and titillating experience. But now I knew how he tasted, how amazing his lips and tongue felt mating with mine, and anticipation pushed aside all the thoughts of why I shouldn’t be doing this with this man again.

I hadn’t known who he was before or what the consequences of being with him could be. Now I did.

And you know what? I didn’t care.

His hands tightened around my waist pulling me even closer. The beat of his heart quickening drummed through his chest and pounded against mine. He kept the kiss sweet, apparently giving me the choice to deepen it.

I did.

Some inner wicked spark made me swipe at his lower lip with the tip of my tongue, then drag along the seam separating his two lips. When they parted for me on a breath, I dove in.

The kiss went from sweet and thoughtful to frenzied and mind-blowing in a nanosecond. One of his hands ran up my spine to cup the back of my neck, the other dipped lower to mold over my ass. I let my head fall backward into his able grip while Buddy changed the angle of the kiss, allowing him even greater access to my mouth. All of my mouth.

With his tongue twined around mine he tugged at it with tiny pulses, the motion striking a flame deep in my core. My legs grew restless and the bubble of need churning in me sought relief as my hips pushed in even closer to his body. The hand at my butt squeezed. Hard. At the same time Buddy pressed me against the counter and slid his knee between my quaking knees. The weight of him against me, coupled with the erotic motions of his tongue dancing with mine pushed all coherent thought from my mind. All I could do was feel and respond to his touch.

Intrigued? you’ll be able to read more when DIRTY DAMSELS releases on 7.2.19. Preorder links should be available soon and you know I’ll post them when they are.

For now, come back on Monday, June 24 for the big cover reveal! I can’t wait to share it with you.

 

Until next time ~ Peg

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#SundaySnippet 2.24.19 A Shot at Love

When I set out to write A SHOT AT LOVE I wanted to write my first bad-ass heroine. Gemma Laine jumped to the head of the line in my head and exploded on the page. She’s the type of gal I’d want in my corner if I was ever kidnapped by terrorists, if I was walking down a  dark and deserted street at night, and if I ever needed someone to -literally – cover my 6 ( Gibbs reference there, peeps!) This scene proves what a warrior she is.

“How many do I have to hit for you to be satisfied?”

Ky looked over to where she stood at the side of the garage, the Glock in her hand, its barrel aimed at the ground. Her eyes had gone wide at the hidden supply of weapons Bannerman had in the pantry access room, but her only comment had been a muttered, “Why am I not surprised?” before she’d made her choice.

He’d watched her load the clip, then weigh and balance the gun in her hand like she did it every day of her life.

“This’ll do,” she told him.

He found a box of empty beer and wine bottles in the garage and set them up at varying distances from where he’d told her to stand. He wanted to ensure she was comfortable shooting up close and far.

“All of them.” He came and stood next to her.

“Are you kidding? All of them?”

“You might never get a second chance if a first bullet misses an attacker, so yes. All of them.”

She moved to the line in the grass he’d drawn for her to shoot from, mumbling something he couldn’t hear, but guessing it wasn’t something complimentary.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yup. Any particular order you want me to hit them in?”

He had to bite back the grin threatening to fly free at her snooty, disgruntled tone.
“Your call.”

Gemma nodded and planted her feet. He wasn’t surprised when she angled her body with one foot slightly behind the other in a Weaver stance—a more aggressive, weight-forward position—and not the triangular, or Isosceles stance. Gemma held her gun up to her face, lining up her shot, both elbows bent and close to her torso. Her brother-in-law, Josh, had been a New York City cop, and if he’d taught her to shoot, it made sense he’d taught her this way. Although the Isosceles stance was the more popular, Ky knew the Weaver was a power stance, and Gemma was a woman for whom power could have been a middle name.

She flexed her shoulders and neck, the motion so subtly erotic, it made his pulse quicken, and shifted her weight. From his viewing position behind her, he appreciated just how tall and lean she was. Narrow shoulders were relaxed and tapered down into a waist no bigger than a hand span. How many times in the past few days had he thought what it would be like to slip his own hands around that tiny area and pull her in close? Too many for prudence, that was for sure.

The first bottle, the one he’d placed the farthest from them, shattered into a thousand fragments. Before he could take a full breath, she’d hit the next two.

The final three closer ones she dispatched with equal ease.

When she turned to him and asked, “Satisfied?” in a tone filled with condescension, Ky had to physically restrain himself from running to her, lifting her up in his arms, and kissing the gorgeous smirk off her mouth.

Because he’d discovered how much he liked sparring with her—go figure that out—he pursed his lips and nodded. “Not bad.”

Gemma’s smirk grew into a self-satisfied grin.

“But they were all stationary targets. Really adept shooters practice with moving targets, so I really can’t gauge how well you’ll do with that. But for now, you’ll do.”

The squinty-eyed glare she aimed at him would have made a lesser man run for the hills.

“Trust me.” She dropped the empty cartridge case from the weapon into her free hand. “I can shoot those as well.”

He handed her another clip and watched as she loaded it.

“Let’s hope you never have to prove it to me.”

Gemma slapped the cartridge in place. Ky handed her a holster and waited until she fastened it around her waist.

After tightening it, she secured the gun in place, dropped her hands on her hips and asked, “Can we go now?”

She looked like a warrior armed for battle. Strong, self-possessed, and so bad-assed sexy standing in front of him, her bangs blowing back from the slight breeze surrounding them, her perfect chin tilted up defiantly.

He could imagine her leading an army into a crusade against evil, each soldier following her blindly, minions pledged to fight for her, perhaps die for her without hesitation.

And he’d be one of them.
“Sure. Get your camera. I’ll secure the house.”

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Historical Romance author Jenna Jaxon visits today. #GoddessFishBlogTourBlast

What a treat for me – and YOU!!- today. I’ve got A Kenstington/Lyrical Press writing-sistah with me talking about her newest historical romance, plus she’s giving away a little prize. I met and sat next to Jenna Jaxon   at a book signing last year in Denver and had the most enjoyable 2 hours with her. She is open, engaging, witty, and a delight!!!! She’s here today with a little sumthin’ sumthin’ from her newest book WHAT A WIDOW WANTS. Sit back and delight in this new entry in The Widow’s Club series.

WHAT A WIDOW WANTS

by Jenna Jaxon

 

 

GENRE: Historical Romance

BLURB:

Widowed by the Battle of Waterloo, the ladies of Lyttlefield Park are returning to London society—with their futures in their own hands . . .

The widowed Lady Stephen Tarkington, Fanny to her friends, has finished mourning her cad of a husband and is ready to enjoy her freedom. The kind of freedom neither a gently bred miss nor a close-watched wife is permitted: dressing up as Aphrodite for a masquerade, drawing gentlemen away from the party, and hinting at late-night assignations with her dance partners. All is going pleasurably according to plan—until the Roman god Fanny kisses during a masquerade turns out to be Matthew, Lord Lathbury, whose proposal she refused years ago . . .

Lathbury is charming, passionate, inventive, everything Fanny wants in a lover—but unfortunately, he’s on the hunt for a wife. He’s more than willing to use all his wicked skills to persuade her back to the altar, but he can’t wait forever. And now Fanny’s position is more precarious than she once thought. If the tongues of the ton set to wagging, it’s possible no offer in the world will save her from ruin. But does she want to be saved? . . .

Excerpt 

Leaning into him, she whispered, “We can renew our acquaintance in all ways that count.”

“So you’ll agree to bed me but not wed me?”

“For the moment.” She tapped her fingers lightly on his chest. “Would that be such a hardship on you?”

Sighing, he pulled a face. “I suppose not.” A flash of his boyish grin made her stomach drop. “May I woo you properly, at least?”

“Improperly would be more to my taste.” Fanny returned his smile with one of her own, as sultry and seductive as she could make it. “But I suppose some decorous behavior wouldn’t kill me either.”

“Good.” He took her hands and raised them to his lips. “I leave for Brighton at the end of the week. I’d hoped you’d be accompanying me as my wife, but that—”

“As your wife?” How arrogant of him to think she’d fall into his arms at the snap of his fingers.

“Well? Will you meet me in Brighton?” Matthew’s eager voice brought her back to the dim room now filled with possibilities.

“I will be happy to journey to Brighton, my lord. If I find you there, I do hope you will attend me most earnestly.” In a heart’s beat she slipped her hands from his, pulled his lips down to hers, and sealed the pact with a kiss so warm and sweet her resolve slipped a notch. “And now if you’ll excuse me?” Turning swiftly on her toes, Fanny raced for the door. As she grasped the handle, she glanced back at him.

The victorious grin on his face sent a shiver down her spine. She pulled the door open and fled into the corridor before she could change her mind.

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AUTHOR Bio 

 

Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical romance in all time periods because, she says, “passion is timeless.” She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, Jenna has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She’s a theatre director when she’s not writing and lives in Gloucester, Virginia with her family, including two very vocal cats and one silent one.

Jenna is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America as well as an active member of Chesapeake Romance Writers, her local chapter of RWA. She has four series currently available: The House of Pleasure, set in Georgian England, Handful of Hearts, set in Regency England, and Time Enough to Love, set in medieval England and France, and The Widows’ Club series, also set in Regency England and available from Kensington Publishing in both print and digital.

She currently writes to support her chocolate habit.

Connect with Jenna here:

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And, as promised, Jenna is offering a #20.00 Amazon /BN GC. Just follow this link to the rafflecopter to enter.

 

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