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#sundaySnippet 10.18.2020

If you follow this blog you could have seen today’s book snippet from a mile away!!!

I just released MISTLETOE, MOBSTERS, & MOZZARELLA on 10.14, so of course today’s snippet it going to be from that!! Hee hee. Hey! I know what I’m doing…most of the time!

“Tomorrow you go solo,” I said, jumping out of the van. “Now that you’ve met all the regulars and they’re okay with you, I can stay back here and do my job.”

“I told you, Donna, people love to talk to me. And old folks adore me.”

“That’s the truth, if nothing else.” He handed me the van keys. “When we were kids all the old nonne in the neighborhood fawned over you, my own included.” Shaking my head I started to walk back inside but Tony shot out his hand and grabbed my arm.

“What?” The heat from his grip felt like I’d stepped into a natural hot spring on a cold, winter’s day. Instantly, my body warmed inside and out. How the heck could one simple touch do that?

“I wanted to say thanks,” he said, not letting go of me.

“For?”

“Showing me the ropes.” He took a step closer, still keeping me imprisoned in his grip. “I know you’re super busy with the reopen, but it means a lot you took time to get me up to speed. And I also want you to know how much I appreciate what you and your dad are doing by letting me be here. It can’t be easy on either of you, but you’ve both been nothing but kind and accepting, so thank you.”

Kind to old people, ridiculously good looking, and now a heartfelt and sincere thank you for something my father felt compelled to do. Was it any wonder I lost all brain function around this guy? He ticked off so many boxes on my what-I’d-like-in-a-man list it was scary. That I could picture what it would be like to be with him on a purely personal level and not just because he was on the job, proved scary, too. I’d been head over heels stupid in love with him at seventeen. It had taken a long time to get over the hurt from his dismissal after those glorious minutes in the back of his Z8.

I knew I had to keep some emotional distance from him now because Tony Roma could inflict serious damage to my heart.

Again.

My one saving grace was that I wasn’t a seventeen-year-old girl anymore with stars in her eyes and looking for some positive attention from the cutest guy in school. I was an intelligent, grown woman who managed a thriving business and had self-confidence up the hoo-ha. In addition to knowing the man I wanted to give my heart to for forever would want and cherish it.

I had to ensure I didn’t embarrass myself and fall for Tony all over again when I knew the feelings would never be reciprocated. One broken heart in a lifetime was all I was willing to give to any man.

I took a breath, nodded, and said, “Just make sure you find out who killed Chico. Now, I’ve gotta get back to work.”

I tugged on my arm and he let me go.

Was it my imagination he had what looked like reluctance in his eyes when he did?

Intrigued? I hope so! You can get your copy, here:

And don’t forget to follow me on my Goddess Fish tour. Here are this weeks stops, beginning with tomorrow morning:

October 19: Two Ends of the Pen
October 20: Danita Minnis
October 21: Long and Short Reviews
October 22: Archaeolibrarian – I Dig Good Books!
October 23: Unabridged Andra’s

Until next time, peeps ~Peg

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A little Sexy #SundaySnippet 9.27.2020

Tomorrow I start my Goddess Fish Blog Tour for MISTLETOE, MOBSTERS, & MOZZARELLA, so I thought I’d whet your Holiday RomCom-reading appetite with a little sexy snippet from the book here, today. Enjoy. And consider preordering – the link is live in the above title!

After the third episode of a sitcom we’d both loved as kids, we decided to forgo a forth.

Tony shifted on the couch and stretched out next to me, slipping one arm behind my head the other palming my stomach.

“Wanna make out?” he asked, grinning, as his lips skimmed down my neck.

“How old are you, twelve?” I asked. But I have to admit I did nothing to discourage him from seducing me.

“When I was twelve I wanted to play with balls and bats. I wouldn’t have known what to do with a gorgeous woman in my arms.” He pulled my ear lobe between his lips and bit down.

“You learned pretty fast.” I might have gasped once or twice while saying it because the hand at my stomach inched up to cup a breast. He stopped under the edge of my bra the moment he touched the fabric.

He pulled up, leaving his hand in place, and asked, “What are you wearing under this? It doesn’t feel like regular bra material.”

“What’s regular bra material feel like?”

“You know. Cotton or something. What is this?” He tugged at the collar until my bra strap and cup were exposed. It was fascinating watching his face as he got a glimpse of my underwear.

“Holy shit.”

“Is that a good holy shit, or a bad one?” I was sure I knew the answer just by the way his eyes widened to the size of bocce balls and his mouth dropped open like his jaw came unhinged.

Instead of answering me right away he pulled up and dragged me with him. When we were sitting, facing one another, he gripped the hem of my sweater and looked me square in the eyes as he asked, “Can I take this off?”

The fact that he asked almost made me start crying. I mean, really, how sweet was that?

I debated whether or not to slip it off myself, but he had such a look of boyish expectation on his face, I knew half the fun for him was to do it himself, so I lifted my arms above my head.

I don’t think any item of clothing I’ve ever worn was discarded so quickly or as deftly as Margaret Rose’s gift.

“Holy shit,” Tony exclaimed again when I was sans sweater.

I repeated my previous question.

This time for an answer he skimmed the lace top edge, then slid down over the red cups, his thumbs teasing over my hardened nipples. The material covering my breasts was a red mesh and completely see through. My nipples peeped between the interwoven curlicues. A satin bra would have kept them secure and hidden behind the material.

Tony’s gaze zeroed in on those two little distended points and then he rubbed his thumbs over them again.

My back arched, jutting them forward, and I almost came on the spot when Tony licked his lips, shifted, and sucked one of them into his mouth.

“If this is what you’re wearing on top,” he said, moving to the other breast for equal time, “what have you got on under your jeans?”

I gasped and clutched his head between my hands as the tug of his lips shot straight down to my core. Between breaths I managed to say, “It’s a matching set.”

Tony shot back and stared hard at me again, hope now adding to the expectation in his eyes. I could detect a little lust mixed in as well.

“Can I see? Please?”

He truly did look like a little kid waiting to open his birthday presents, hoping and wishing he’d get exactly what he’d asked for.

“Well, since you ask so nicely.”

Intrigued? I hope so.

Hope to see you all on the tour when it starts tomorrow. Check back here then for the stops!

Until next time, peeps ~ peg

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#SundaySnippet 8.30.2020

Since summer is still upon us, I thought I’d add another little something from VANILLA WITH  A TWIST today.

Tandy’s maternal by nature so when she reaches out to clean Deacon’s face, she realizes, too late, she shouldn’t touch the man because there’s nothing maternal in the emotions he stirs up in her.

“Done.” She pulled a paper towel from the dispenser, and before she thought better of it, cupped his chin intending to swipe at the grime on his face.

The moment she touched him Tandy knew she’d made a mistake. A big one.

His skin was as warm as sunshine, and the scratch of his evening stubble prickled her fingertips, the sensation vaulting though her and making her…yearn. It had been a long, long time since she’d experienced such an overwhelming sensation for a man—any man. Handsome guys on vacation came into her store every day. Sometimes with families in tow, sometimes not. A quick smile, a second glance, and a tiny show of interest on their part was something she was familiar with. But she’d never succumbed, never allowed herself to actually feel something akin to desire. The road to a quick and hot night of passion came with consequences that could last a lifetime. And she was the poster child for those potential consequences.

But now, standing in her shop after closing time, with the sun long gone and only the two of them for company, Tandy wondered what would happen if she gave in to the sensations swimming within her and centered on the man before her.

“You’ve got, um, motor oil. Here. Um, on your…face. Cheekbone.”

Goodness, it was bad enough she was babbling, but her hands held a fine tremor of visible nerves, too. He had to notice it.

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Until next time, peeps ~Peg

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#SundaySnippet 8.23.2020

A little story I’m working on about lost, then found, love….

~ ~ ~ ~

When she swallowed again and her chest lifted a hair with the quick breath she hauled in ( and Jesus, was she braless?) he knew her nerves were swarming and she was stalling for time in order to think of a response.

Old habits he knew well.

“Husband?”

“Yeah. You know? Mr. Hamilton?”

“It’s doctor, actually,” she mumbled.

Of course it is. His first name’s probably Alexander.

“And we’re not married anymore.”

His heart rate quickened at the disclosure.

“How long?”

“A little less than a year.”

Curiosity compelled him to ask, “Is that why you moved back home?”

She nodded.

“What happened?”

Sage lifted the pizza to her lips, took a small bite and simultaneously shrugged. “Simple and clichéd story. We wanted different things and neither of us was prepared to compromise.”

Well, that certainly sounded familiar.

“You’re divorced, according to Corrine,” she added. “You must now how it is.”

Nodding, he took his own bite of the delicious pizza and wondered if his ex sounded as bitter when she talked about their failed marriage as Sage did. Barbara had no cause to be, but he didn’t think it would stop her from badmouthing him if given the opportunity.

“What didn’t you agree on?” he asked.

She sighed again and he did a quick eye-dip to her chest.

Yup, no bra.

“I wanted children. He didn’t. Unfortunately, I didn’t find out until we were married almost seven years.”

Nodding, he said, “You always wanted kids. Even when we were teenagers you were a born nurturer. Remember when my grandparent’s cat had kittens? You took care of the mamma and her babies for over a month. Every day before we’d start working you’d make sure mamma was comfortable in the store’s back room, had enough to eat and that the kittens were thriving.”

The smile he’d loved the very first time he’d ever seen it cross her face lit up her eyes at the memory. “I think that was when I really decided to become a doctor.”

“It’s a wonder you didn’t become a Vet with the amount of animals you took care of back then. Mrs. Barclay’s chickens, old man Paley’s dog.”

“People are easier. They can tell you where it hurts.

“Truth.” He took another bite of pizza, his gaze staying on her. “So. What did Doctor Hamilton want that you didn’t?”

When she nailed him with a look so filled with hurt and yet so swimming in anger, he knew it was something big.

“Other women.”

His hand stopped its assent to his mouth, the point of the pizza wedge dipping down toward the plate. “He cheated on you?”

“Several times. It was his favorite hobby. Most doctors play golf on their days off. Leland played the role of happy bachelor. When I found out and confronted him he told me I didn’t need to worry about any of the women. They meant nothing. It was just sex. His libido was strong and he needed…more, than I could give him. He came home to me every night and I had his name, he said. That proved he loved me and me alone. Seems we differed on the definition of the word. Another thing about us I didn’t learn until several years after we married.”

“What a dick.”

Details about the story will be available soon.. But it’s got a Holiday 2020 release, so…

Until next time, peeps ~ Peg

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#SundaySnippet 8.2.2020 – WOKE, free on Kindle

Since WOKE is free on kindle until 8/5/2020, I thought it appropriate I put a little snippet here today to whet your book reading appetite.

“Thank you. Two hundred thousand dollars will go a long way in helping the center with operating costs. A long, long way.”

“It’s my client who deserves the thanks. Like I said, he wanted the painting and I was instructed to do whatever it took to acquire it. But the fact that the money he’s paying is going to a worthy cause is more a bonus for me than him.”

“In what way?”

He shifted and leaned in closer. I found myself doing the same as if I were being pulled by an invisible rope toward him. I startled when our knees bumped under the table.

With his voice low and wildly arousing, and his gaze centered squarely on my face, he said, “It got me to put a name to, and share a meal with, the beautiful woman I haven’t been able to get out of my head ever since I bumped into her this morning. Any price was worth it for that. I was prepared to go as high as needed.”

To say his words filled me with pleasure would be decidedly too tame. My toes curled inside my Kate Spade kitten heels and I found myself unable to sit still in my chair as excitement flowed through me mixed with a healthy dose of lust. I tried to pull my gaze away from his, but honestly, it was impossible. I couldn’t not look at him. It was as if I’d been mesmerized and compelled to stare at him.

His lips were parted a fraction, and this close to me, I had the mad urge again to lean forward and press mine against them.

Because I could see myself actually doing it, I called up the little amount of willpower I could summon and shifted back a bit before I embarrassed myself in front of a table full of people, one of whom was my mother.

He continued to hold my gaze prisoner, that appealing half grin still in place.

From somewhere deep down my twenty-year-old self sprang forth, unbidden and unexpected.

“Why Mr. Enright, are you flirting with me?”

He leaned even closer and asked, “How am I doing?”

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Until next time, peeps  ~ Peg

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#sundaySnippet 7.26.2020

So I just started book 2 in my Pride of Brothers series. This one tells the story of Aiden Keane. Here’s a rough cut of the opening. A very rough cut!

“Here you go, sir.” The waitress dropped Aiden’s order down next to his beer and placed the bill folder next to it. “I’ll take that when you’re ready.” With a distracted smile she moved to the next customer along the busy airport bar.

Tired, hungry, and itching to get home, Aiden bit into his pre-flight meal and all but sighed.

A greasy burger, an ice-cold beer, and thoughts of his own bed were the only things keeping him sane right now.

He’d finished his assignment less than three hours ago, given his report to the client, and then managed to book a last minute ticket home.

Home.

One of his two favorite four-letter words and both of which he’d been missing of late.

What his brother Josh had billed as a quick turnaround research job had turned into a dumpster fire straight out of the gate. Unable to get to the root of the problem from his New York office, Aiden flew to Atlanta to work directly from the client’s home turf. The promised quick resolution morphed into two weeks, then eight, until Aiden was finally able to identify who’d been bilking the company’s corporate funds.

After he’d handed over his detailed report, naming the CFO’s much younger wife and her computer-hacker lover as the culprits and providing irrefutable proof, Aiden walked out of the owner’s office and cabbed it straight to the airport.

Now, with the prospect of a few days off before heading back to the private investigations firm he co-owned with his brothers, Aiden ate and flipped through his mental rolodex for who could help him satisfy the other four letter word occupying his mind. It had been a while since he’d had the pleasure of a woman’s company, loathe as he was to mix business with pleasure.

A long while.

While he took a generous pull on his beer, he let his gaze drift around the crowded bar and indulged in one of his favorite pastimes, people watching.

Or as his older brother Dylan referred to it, asshole surveillance.

Since he was in an airport bar where happy hour was a twenty-four/seven occurrence, Dylan’s description was the more accurate one.

The three middle aged women sitting across from him and passing a cell phone back and forth, all the while laughing liked they’d had more than a few afternoon Cosmos, told him they were heading home from a fun-filled girls’ getaway and reliving their antics thru selfie scrolling.

The thirtyish guy a few stools down from them, with rolled up shirt sleeves, a half finished beer in front of him, and a cell phone propped next to his laptop where he was typing at a rapid clip, told Aiden this was a workaholic businessman, trying to get a little more done before heading off to his next meeting. The guy’s gaze flicked back and forth from the computer screen to the phone, as if anxiously waiting for it to ring.

Two flight attendants in uniform were huddled in a corner booth, sipping from coffee cups, a guy in a pilot’s uniform seated with them. Since they all looked awake and fresh Aiden figured they were waiting to head for their first flight of the day.

Overhead, the arrival and departure announcements were white noise in the already cacophonous terminal. Babies crying, kids whining, their harried parents arguing as they sped between connecting flights, were all a subtle hum. Aiden had the unique ability to shut it all out, quiet the racket, and concentrate his attention on whatever he needed, or wanted, to.

Right now, that was watching the busty redhead on the other side of the bar and the guy in the two thousand dollar suit drinking like a man who’d just returned from being lost in an arid desert for days. The minute he banged one empty glass down on the counter, he signaled for the bartender to pour him another. With each refill the redhead got a little closer until she was one thigh away from sitting in the guy’s lap. They’d already been seated when Aiden took his stool and ordered. While waiting for his food to arrive, he’d snuck glances at their interplay.

He couldn’t decide if they’d arrived together, or had become fast and furious drinking buddies. Well, the guy was drinking. The redhead was slowly sipping what looked like sparkling water.

From his perch fifteen feet away Aiden noted the concentrated way she pressed against her friend, talking low, one hand flirtatiously snaking up and down his expensive suit sleeve while the other was hidden from view under the bar top.

He imagined that hand was either rubbing the guy’s thigh, or trying to find its way into his pocket to lift a wallet. He threw that notion out the window when he spotted the wallet sitting next to the half empty beer glass.

So, the thigh it was.

Lucky bastard.

Long lashes framed eyes that tilted up a bit in the corners. From a well applied liner, or a natural lilt? Probably the former. Cheekbones modeled from ripe apples pulled up when she smiled and showed perfect white teeth. The cascade of shiny red curls drifted down below her shoulder blades. His fingers tightened around his beer glass when she dragged one finger behind her ear, tucking a tendril, and the giving the lobe a quick squeeze. The move was so innately sensual the tips of his fingers tingled to follow her lead and run them over her skin.

She leaned in and whispered something in her companion’s ear that had the guy’s eyes widening and filling with glassy-eyed lust and an expectant smirk slashing his face. A seductive grin crossed her lush mouth and for a hot second Aiden’s gut tightened, imagining what those full lips would feel like pressed against his.

Damn. He really needed to get…home.

We’ll see how it develops….

Book 1, RICK, is available in print and ecopy, here: Amazon //  B&N // Apple books

Elite bodyguard and P.I. Rick Bannerman’s job is to protect. He doesn’t get emotional with his clients, but when a woman from his past is threatened, his next job becomes personal.
Family lawyer Abigail Laine is the target of a client’s vengeful husband, but refuses Rick’s offer of protection. He walked away from her four years ago, and she swore to forget him.
Now her reluctance to accept his help could cost Abby her life.

 

Until next time, peeps ~Peg

 

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#SundaySnippet 6.21.2020

With the release of my newest book on July 1, it makes sense today’s snipper be used as a teaser. 

I’m devious that way. Hee hee

from WOKE available for preorder now, exclusively at Amazon.

One of the disadvantages of sleeping through the tech and social media revolution was that I was way behind the learning curve when compared with people my age. Attempting a deep dive on the Internet to locate Detective Ramon was a time consuming job, and for me, not an easy one.

He wasn’t listed in any phone directory I could find, nor could I simply call the local precinct and ask for him. HIPPA laws protected medical privacy and I imagined something similar applied to the privacy of police officers so people with an ax to grind couldn’t find out where they lived.

I tried a different tactic and for the first time since I woke up, did what I swore I would never do and Googled my name. Thousands of links burst across my screen, so I narrowed the scope and added the words coma and police investigation.

This time I only had a few hundred items to go over.

There were cited articles in all the New York papers for the week following the birthday party about what had happened, attached to headlines like Russet Rory O.D.s at lavish birthday bash, and Pill Popping Party Princess with a very unflattering picture of me, drunk, on the screen. I know the picture wasn’t taken the date of my birthday because the dress I was wearing was from when I turned eighteen. I scrolled through a few more links that reported my admission to the hospital and then the story died down. My name was mentioned once again when my father died, then nothing more.

The problem with Internet searches is they lead you down numerous rabbit holes that have nothing to do with the information you’re trying to unearth

I was getting frustrated when I remembered what my mother had told me about my father calling in favors to make my investigation a priority. One of those favors was married to my godmother, Elinda, one of my mother’s childhood friends. Her husband was the former Police Commissioner.

After ten minutes of social catching up, I broached the real intention of my call.

“Aunt Linda, I was wondering if Uncle Pete is home. I want to ask him a question and I need his expertise.”

“Of course, darling. He’s in his man cave doing who knows what. Give me a moment.”

I knew Elinda’s definition of a man cave was nothing more than her husband’s study.

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#SundaySnippet 6.14.2020

In honor of my stint on LA Talk Radio the other night, today I’m offering up a little sumthin’ sumthin’ from my book A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK, my first foray into Romantic suspense lite. In this scene, Abby finally realizes that Rick means business when it comes to sticking to her like glue until her stalker is caught.

“You’re really going to spend the night? Here?” she finally asked.

“And every other night until Genocardi is caught.”

She went stone still. “He doesn’t know where I live.”

“You can’t be sure of that. Neither can I, so…” He lifted his hands, palms up.

It was a wonder blood wasn’t seeping through her lips from the intense way she was biting down on her cheek.

“Look.” He leaned a hip against the sink, folded his arms across his chest. “I know you think there’s no worry or danger to you from this guy. But in my professional opinion—and please remember what I do for a living—you can never underestimate someone who’s gone off the deep end like this guy has. He may not be targeting you, may have forgotten all about you, but I seriously doubt it.”

She sighed, snuggled the cat closer, and buried her face in its fur.

“Josh can assign someone who’ll keep you as safe as I can. But do you really want someone you don’t know following you around all day? Possibly for several days?”

“God, no. I’d hate that.”

“Then isn’t it better I’m the one? You know me. You can trust me. You do trust me, right?”

Without hesitating, she replied, “Of course I do.”

He nodded again, relieved by her answer. He pushed off the counter, took a few steps toward her, and then reached out a hand to rub the cat’s neck as she was doing.

“I know this is hard for you,” he said, hiking his voice to be heard over Moonlight’s thunderous vocal vibrations. “Being invaded, having your privacy and your quiet life infringed upon. I’d be mad, too.”

“I’m not mad,” she said. “Just…inconvenienced.”

“Yeah, I get that. It won’t be for long, though, I’m sure. Your cop buddy will find Genocardi. As soon as the threat is gone, I’ll be out of your hair.”

She stared at him for a moment over the cat’s head. “You might want to grab my law book again, Bannerman.”

“Why?”

“Your argument’s pretty solid on all levels. Almost lawyer-worthy.”

“Now, there’s no need to be insulting, Abigail.” He pulled himself up to his full height and glared down his nose at her.

He was pleased when she laughed, since it had been his intent. “Go on and do whatever you need to do. I’ve got stuff to do as well,” he told her.

With one final glance at him, she moved from the kitchen, the cat still in her arms.

Intrigued? You can purchase your own copy here:

Amazon // B&N // Ibooks

A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK

Elite bodyguard and P.I. Rick Bannerman’s job is to protect. He doesn’t get emotional with his clients, but when a woman from his past is threatened, his next job becomes personal.

Family lawyer Abigail Laine is the target of a client’s vengeful husband, but refuses Rick’s offer of protection. He walked away from her four years ago, and she swore to forget him.

Now her reluctance to accept his help could cost Abby her life.

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#SundaySnippet 6.6.2020

From my July 1 2020 release of WOKE a Sleeping Beauty redux.

Do you ever lose the art of flirtation? This little scene has Aurora thinking like that old Celine Dion song It’s all coming back to me now. 

“I was picturing the two of us playing poker.”

I shrugged. “So why the grooved forehead and squinty eyes?”

He held my gaze for a beat, just long enough for me to fidget again in my seat.

“Strip poker.”

Okay, what now?

That damn grin was gonna be the end of me, I was sure of it. Cade squeezed my hand, his lips pulling back into a wide and open smile that was so sexy and mischievous I found I didn’t really care what he’d said.

“You should see your own expression right now. I’m betting you’re torn between slapping my face and wondering if I’m kidding,” he said.

I thought he might be, but something in his manner suggested he was as serious as a heart attack.

“I don’t think you’re kidding, but…are you?”

The grin stayed in place, but the playfulness in his eyes turned on a dime to something hot and smoldering. So hot, in fact, it was a wonder my face didn’t catch fire from the flames shooting toward to me. The air around us heated and I started to stress sweat in very inconvenient places.

“What do you think?” he asked, his fingers now gently squeezing then releasing mine, the rhythm so like a heartbeat I could feel the motion thumping against my ribcage.

Desire was such an alien creature to me these days I didn’t know how to handle the sensations catapulting through my system. I couldn’t find the words to respond to him. I was so out of practice in the seduction department, for a moment I thought I’d gone mute.

Twenty-year-old Rory decided to rear her head right then in order to answer his question. She’d always been a bit of flirt and knew the secret art of just how to seduce a man into a frenzy without leaving him upset or angry when she didn’t follow through. In others words, I’d been a tease with a heart of gold, to quote one of my college boyfriends.

I relaxed my shoulders and softened my spine from its erect posture. My breathing slowed and calmed and my heart rate went from a banging drum line in my ears to the sound of a gentle falling rain.

I leaned in toward him, my gaze taking a lazy drag down to his mouth, where the corners were quirking, and then back up to his eyes, now half closed as he regarded me. I swiped my tongue across my bottom lip in a full-on and blatant seductress move. My heart rate sped up a bit again when he sucked in a breath, his own gaze now dropping to my lips.

“I think,” he bent closer so he could hear my intentionally lowered voice, “your…”—I let my fingers drift across his palm and felt a shudder sluice through him—“burger is getting cold.”

I kept leaning in for a few moments, just enough to notice his hooded eyes widen. When they began blinking in a rapid staccato, I shot him a full-toothed smile and sat back upright. Sliding my hand out of his, I lifted my sandwich, took a bite, and while chewing, tossed a smirk his way.

I may not have flirted for a while—okay, way longer than a while—but it obviously didn’t mean I’d lost any of my previous skills. Or, at least, Aurora hadn’t. A.J. might need some fine-tuning in the art of toying with a man. From the befuddled but sexy look on Cade’s face, though, it wasn’t going to be a long and drawn-out refresher course. More like a quick review.

Heehee.

Until next time, peeps ~Peg

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#SundaySnippet 5.31.2020

This is from my upcoming release ( no date yet) for BAKED WITH LOVE, book 3 in my Match Made in Heaven Series. This one tells the love story of inn owner Maureen and the Chief of Police Lucas Alexander:

“Oh. My. God. Honestly, Maureen, you should have your own cooking show. This is insane.”

“Everything she makes is insane,” a male voice said from the doorway.

It was a voice I knew well, since its owner was a frequent inhabitant of my dreams. Husky and deep, with a dash of just woken gravel, it could cajole a lover into seduction or cut off a criminal at the knees.

Fortunately, I’d never been the later. But I’d fantasized about being the former for years.

“Truth,” Colleen said around a mouthful of salad. “Why are you here?” she asked Heaven’s Chief of Police, Lucas Alexander before I could. “Somebody call a cop?”

Lucas flicked his moss green, heavily hooded eyes from my sister to me, one corner of his mouth tilting up. I actually had to contract my pelvic floor muscles whenever he looked at me so I wouldn’t melt to the floor in a pool of want. My ninety-three year old grandmother, Nanny Fee, calls this girding your loins. As far as a descriptive phrase for the maneuver, it’s a good one.

“You got a minute?” he asked me.

The book has just been contracted and is in the editing phase right now. I do hope to have it out in 2020. This is a mock up of the cover – not the ral thing!!

You can read books 1 and 2 here:

DEARLY BELOVED 

TODAY, TOMORROW, ALWAYS

 

Enjoy your week.

Until next time ~ Peg

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