Just a reminder, kids, that I’ve got 2 books on sale right now for just 99cents. And they couldn’t be more different, so…
If you like suspense, serial killers, and a kick-ass heroine, RETRIBUTION is available on Amazon and in wide distribution right now for #99cents, but the sale is only on until 2/17, so get your copy downloaded today!
And, of course, if you like sweet with heat, romcom novellas, 3 WISHES is available on kindle, in print, and on ku right now. The ecopy is only #99cents.
If you’re snowbound like I am right now, take advantage of the free time and cuddle up with some hot cocoa, some snacks, and some romance books.
When two extraordinary events occur on the same day, you’ve just got to celebrate!
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, kids! I hope you and your significant other enjoy the day. And if you’re celebrating Galentine’s Day – power to you, and have a blast with your gal friends!!!
Part 2 of this lovely day – and the part I love best(!) – is that it is rerelease day for 3 WISHES, the San Valentino Family Romance that started it all for my favorite Italian Family.
If you’re looking for a book about love to read on this day devoted to love, here ya go! 3 WISHES is just for you!
Valentine’s Day is chocolatier Chloe San Valentino’s favorite day of the year. Not only is it the busiest day in her candy shop, Caramelle de Chloe, but it’s also her birthday.
Chloe’s got a birthday wish list for the perfect man she pulls out every year: he’d fall in love with her in a heartbeat, he’d be someone who cares about people, and he’d have one blue eye and one green eye, just like her. So far, Chloe’s fantasy man hasn’t materialized, despite the matchmaking efforts of her big, close-knit Italian family.
But this year, for her 30th birthday, she just might get her 3 Wishes.
In one month, on Valentine’s Day, 3 WISHES re-releases and I thought I’d give you a little taste of this romcom, mistaken identity and medical-themed romance today.
Did I mention I’m a chocolatier? My shop is called Caramelle di Chloe, roughly translated as Chloe’s Candy. In addition to my retail business, I cater all sorts of events from bachelorette parties, complete with naughty, anatomically correct chocolates, baby showers, anniversaries, and even weddings. I’ve been written up twice in national newspaper reviews and my business is a solid, financially successful one. Recently I’d begun to dream of expanding.
“Dio mio, Chloe. This is insane.” My sister’s beautiful blue eyes rolled back in her head as she licked her lips and savored the candy-cookie. “This is gonna be a major seller.”
I smiled, pleased. I’d thought so, too, but it was nice hearing it from someone else.
“So, are you going to tell Daddy about his clothes?” she asked, reaching for another sample.
“Not in this lifetime.” The chocolate was perfect, so I turned off the stovetop flame and dumped the gooey confection onto the marble countertop. I had to get ready for Valentine’s Day, a mere week away. While I smoothed the warm caramel from one end of the marble to the other and began rolling it between my gloved fingers into bite-sized nibbles of deliciousness, I told Snoop, whose real name is Gia, about the box mom had left for me.
“She gave me one, too.” Gia licked her fingers. “It was filled with stuff I don’t even remember owning.”
I mentioned the diaries and the candy sweethearts in mine.
“Those are still your favorite.” Gia grinned. “You work with the most delicious ingredient on the planet and you still love those little candies best.”
“I know.” Every year I featured candy hearts in some of my Valentine’s Day offerings. I’d decorate cakes and cupcakes with them, fill bags tied with pink or red ribbons with them, add them to lollipop sticks, anything I could think of.
…So a romance about a chocolatier on Valentine’s Day. Sound good? Lol
You can preorder it here, and it will be in KU for 90 days after release day, then I’m going wide with it.
Sable’s a pediatrician and is sick and tired of being a bridesmaid in all her friends and family’s weddings. She’s determined that the next big wedding function she attends will be her own. Figuring out how to do that is a problem….
In this snippet, she’s trying to fend off the good intentions of her cousin’s matchmaking desires.
You can’t pick your family. ~ Sable Miller
Lord, please grant me the patience of Job.
Sable took another steadying breath – the sixth in as many minutes – and graced her oldest cousin with what she hoped was a normal smile and not an annoyed one.
“So I just knew he’d be perfect for you,” Moira said as she cut her pancakes into tiny bites, as if she were preparing it for a child.
“Moira—”
“The fact he’s never been married is a plus, don’t you think? No bad habits from the first wife to contend with. No kids to worry about sharing weekends with. Of course, I know your first question is going to be why isn’t he married if he’s so great. But thirty-six isn’t old by anyone’s standards anymore. He’s been building his business, devoting all his time to that. And it’s a success. Really. And now he’s ready for the next chapter in his life, and when he asked me if I knew any women looking to settle down, your name jumped right into my head.”
Of course it did.
“So I invited him to dinner this Saturday. You’ll be done with night rotation by then, right?”
Sable sighed and shoved her plate of barely-eaten eggs away from her. She hadn’t been hungry to begin with, but Moira had beat her to the diner and ordered for them both.
She wanted –desperately wanted – to lie and tell Moira she was still going to be working on Saturday night. But it was an easily verified fact and she knew Moira had it in her to call the hospital and find out if she was scheduled or not. She wondered if she already had and her question was merely an affirmation. Besides, Sable knew she was a terrible liar.
“I’ll be done, but Moira I –”
“Great. I told him seven, but you can always come early. In fact, why don’t you? I’ll do your hair and makeup so, you know? You’ll be more appealing. Not that you don’t do a decent job when you take the time, but you never wear makeup when you’re working, and I’d think you’d want to look, you know? Alluring.”
Alluring? This was too much.
“I’m not working Saturday night, Moira, but I already have plans. Plans I can’t, and don’t want to, break.”
Moira’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of plans?”
And this is why she didn’t lie. Thinking quickly, she said, “I’m having dinner with an…old friend.”
“Who?”
“A guy I knew in high school.” Stick with the truth as much as possible, she thought, because Moira was known for her grilling tactics. “I tutored him, in fact, in chemistry. You wouldn’t know him since you were years and years ahead of me.”
Okay, that was a little petty, but it felt good to see Moira’s back go up a tad. She never liked being reminded of her age.
“He’s recently begun working at the hospital and we decided to have dinner so I can clue him in to the workplace politics and such.”
Moira’s mouth stood open, a half-chewed slab of pancake sitting front and center, as she gaped across the table at her cousin.
“Is he good-looking?” she asked after finally swallowing.
“Very.”
“Give me his stats. Name. Age. Ever married? Kids? The aunts will want to know.”
Sable shook her head. “I’m not going to do that, Moira. It’s just a simple dinner. I don’t need you all Googling him and—”
“So he’s Googlable? That’s interesting. Is he a celebrity or something?”
Patience, Lord, pretty please?
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Peggy Jaeger, Author 