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A lot going on….

Just hopping in here today for an extra blog about a few new things ( and some old ones, too!)

First, the preorder link for my May 21st release of LOVE MATCH: Heaven’s Matchmaker ( Book 2) is livelivelive over on Amazon. You can go there, click, and preorder it so you’ll have it on your Kindle on release day. It’s also going to be in KU for the 90-day first period.

Now that you know that, do me a favor and go on over to Goodreads and hit the WANT TO READ BUTTON for me. The more people who do that, the more the book gets visibility.

Now, in anticipation of book 2 being released, I’ve got a GOODREADS GIVEAWAY going on for Book 1, Mix and Match.

You don’t need to read book 1 to know what’s going on in book 2. The stories are stand-alones with some of the same characters revolving in and out of Heaven, NH. But, having said that, I’m the type of reader who likes to read series in order, so….

If you don’t want to enter the giveaway you can simply order MIX & MATCH using this Universal link. It’s in wide distribution ( Kobo, Nook, Smashwords, etc) so you have lots of different venues to purchase it.

Last, I’ve also got RETRIBUTION releasing on April 23 on Amazon. I set myself a goal of 1000 preorders for this book and right now I stand at…..18. YIKES!! 2o days left to get 982 readers. Can you help a sistah out? LOL

I’m also selling autographed print copies here, on my website. Just click on this link: RETRIBUTION and I’ll send you one. Shipping and handling are included in the price ( Which is cheaper than amazon’s!)

Okay, I think that’s everything. PHEW!

#wednesdayWisdom 4.3.24

I wish more people realized, understood, and believed this.

A #Goodreads Giveaway!

So, in anticipation of book 2 in my Heaven’s Matchmaker series, LOVE MATCH, releasing on 5.21.24, I’ve decided to do a Goodreads giveaway for book 1, MIX & MATCH, to get people up to speed before the new book drops.

This series is comprised of standalone books – you don’t need to read them in order to understand what is going on. But, of course, because I’m a Taurus and very linear-thinking ( LOL ) I always want to read a series in order, standalone or not.

SO.

The giveaway is for 100 kindlecopies and runs from April 1 – April 15. If you haven’t read book 1 yet and have been meaning to, now would be a good time to enter.

Here’s the link to the giveaway again: M&M

Good luck and Happy reading!!! ~ Peg

#tuesdayteaser 4.2.24

This week, we are back to my upcoming Heaven’s Matchmaker Book 2, LOVE MATCH, releasing on 5.21.24. Here’s the meet cute!

After moving from the outer office, Layla glanced down at her phone to note the time and while walking through the opened elevator doors barreled straight into someone alighting from it.

The someone was built like an army tank and Layla, literally, bounced off it like a coin dropped on a military-made bed.

“Oh.”

Just as she was about to fall backward and – mortifyingly – land on her ass, hands wound around her upper arms and squeezed to keep her upright.

Incredibly strong hands.

Layla’s gaze shot to those hands, which were tanned and sun-kissed, then traveled up the arms encased in a thick brown leather jacket to land on a jaw covered with a half week’s worth of ash-colored whiskers. A tiny vertical crevasse under the bottom lip, sitting squarely in the center of the chin peeked its way through the stubble.

Layla’s mouth watered. A chin dimple was her sexual kryptonite.

A long pair of legs ensconced in faded jeans hugged thick thighs and tapered down to rough-and-ready work boots covered with old paint splotches. His head was bare despite the cold of the day and the shock of unruly and errant wavy brown hair covering it made her fingers twitch for a touch. While she’d always liked a man with a chin dimple, the rough and ready workman look didn’t ordinarily strike her fancy. All the men she’d ever dated, including her now infamous ex, had been suit, tie, and pocket square guys who had monthly manicures, doused themselves in expensive cologne, and rarely – if ever – had unruly hair.

To say she had a type wouldn’t be wrong. To also say she finally realized that type was a bit of a douche would be equally true.

“Excuse me.” His voice was deep and tinged with a seductive rasp that Layla felt reverberate through her.

Ignoring the words, she concentrated instead on the lips they sailed through. Thick and full, their dusky rose hue reminded her of the color of tropical sunsets. Lifting her gaze up to the rest of his face she encountered a perfectly straight nose and a pair of Hershey’s Kiss-colored eyes shaped like almonds.

Layla had a weakness for almonds. And an absolute penchant for chocolate.

 The unusual jealousy that bounded through her at the length and fullness of his eyelashes stunned her. She wanted to press her fingers against them, see if they were real, while at the same time rub her lips against that fabulous mouth to taste him.

She blinked a few times, then shook her head back and forth to rid it of the alien thoughts taking up residence in her brain.

“You okay?” he asked as he flexed his hands around the sleeves of her coat.

Not even close.

Intrigued? lol. 5.21.24.

#mondaymusings 34.1.2024

For me, I am grateful that the year is progressing so far without any major life catastrophes! Lol

#Fridayfive 3.29.24

Today, I’m going to share 5 reasons I think you will love my newest release, RETRIBUTION. (I’m not too conceited, lol)

Two kick-ass heroines. Kella O’Brien Calloway and FBI Agent Anna Langdon are two very dissimilar women, but they both are strong, smart, and articulate. And both shoot ambidextrously. ( A fact you need to know when you read the book!)A really good backstory about the serial killer. No spoilers here, but there’s a lot of depth to the killer’s character arc.Two Swoon-worthy heroes – Sean Calloway and Ticker Petrie. Two men who couldn’t be more unalike, but they both love Kella in their own way and would die for her.A fast-paced story ala Criminal Minds. The SPCD ( Sexual Predators of Children) Division of the FBI are a group of dedicated G-men who fight for kids every day of their lives.It’s like nothing else I’ve ever written. If you aren’t a fan of romance ( shame on you!) but like gritty, psychological crime dramas, this book has your name on it!

YOu can preorder an autographed print copy from me, here PRINT

or get the ecopy from Amazon, here. KINDLE

The book will also be available in KU for a limited time.

#TBT

All year long I’m taking a look back on some of the blogs I wrote when I first started this writing project. It’s fun to see how far I’ve come in my writing and in my philosophizing, lol! This one is from September 2017

I’ve mentioned before that I’m blessed and lucky to be retired so I can write whenever I want, for how ever long at a stretch I want. This usually adds up to 5-9 hours daily, depending on everything else in life that needs to be taken care of: laundry, grocery shopping, exercise.

But….there was a time not too long ago when that wasn’t the case. I worked outside my home at a job I detested, so writing was relegated to the back burner. During that time I’d sneak a few minutes before getting ready for the day to jot down a few lines of dialogue. Or I’d bring my laptop to work with me and take a solitary lunch so I could finish a scene. My menopause insomnia ( don’t laugh. It’s a real thing!) was good for one thing and one thing only: I used my inability to sleep to write in the middle of the night when everyone else was dreaming. My first book, SKATER’S WALTZ, was completely written between the hours of 1 and 3 am.

My husband worked, my daughter was out of the house, so it should have been easy to eek time out of the day to write. But it wasn’t because, you know….life.

Balance is a hard job for some people and for me it’s one of the most difficult concepts to accomplish. I never felt like I was giving my all to anyone or anything when I was working and writing. I am in awe of writers who have small children, volunteer at their school, plus work and have husbands/wives they need to care, in addition to homes that need to be tended. And by tended, I mean cleaned! Those writers truly have superpowers that I do not possess. They can write a book, bake cookies for the school fundraiser, prepare nutritious meals for dinner, and everyone has clothes to wear, even on laundry day.

These writers have found their inner balance between writing and life.

I never did. It was only when I retired from that despised job that I was able to finally devote the time necessary to each part of my day and not feel as if I was cheating some aspect of it along the way.

So the title of this piece is Managing my writing time. I’m doing pretty well now that I don’t have any place to be during the daylight hours – and by that I mean I don’t have to go to a job location. All my friends still work, so there is no one I can get into Thelma and Louise trouble with during the day and the last time I went out to lunch on a weekday was way back in the beginning of the summer. I have no life, really, and I think I’m doing just fine!

#WednesdayWIsdom 3.27.24

THink about this for a moment.

You have a roof over your head, food on your table, the bills are paid, you have luxuries like a cellphone, vacations, a laptop. You drive a car you own. You can buy clothes whenever you want; go out to dinner at a nice restaurant. Go to the movies.

Do you ever think you’re blessed because you have all that? Or do you just accept it? Take it for granted because it’s always been that way?

Here are some statistics that might surprise you – or may not.

9.2% of the global population live in extreme poverty with half the world’s poor children under the age of 18.

In this country, 37 million Americans with 1 in 6 being children, live below the poverty line, don’t have enough to eat, don’t have adequate access to health care, clean water, even a roof over their heads.

Now, tell me: are you still taking the things you do have for granted?

#teaserTuesday #Tuesdaytease

Today’s little sumthin’ sumthin’ comes from RETRIBUTION, which is releasing on 4.23.24 YOu can order is on Amazon or from me, directly at the above link. You’ll get your print copy autographed that way, hee hee.

After Kella is outed by the Assistant FBI Director to the press, the team worries she’s no compromised and will leave. This scene is the aftermath of that.

Kella was disconnecting a cell phone call when they came into the room.

Frowning, she looked up at Tucker from her chair.

“Don’t tell me, I already know,” he said, putting up a restraining hand. “Sean’s furious and wants me dead. You can tell him I feel pretty much the same way.”

Kella leaned forward, grabbed his hand, and said, “Yes, he’s furious, but no, he didn’t say anything about killing you.”

“That’s because he’s smart and doesn’t want you tagged as an accessory.”

Good humor restored, she grinned and squeezed Tucker’s hand. Hard. “You’re an idiot, but I love you anyway. The one saving grace, in Sean’s opinion, is that the Assistant Director didn’t give the media my name.”

“That’s a very small comfort, Kel, because those people are human bloodhounds. Especially people like Donovan Rule who make their living off people’s secrets. My guess is that by the end of today, one of the major networks will find out who you are and broadcast it all over the airwaves, official confirmation or not.”

“He’s right, you know,” Anna said, pouring two mugs of coffee. She handed one to Tucker and kept the other for herself.

Kella watched as he absentmindedly took a sip of the brew, closed his eyes, and sighed.

“I figured you needed that,” Anna said. “That press conference was anything but pleasant.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Tucker told her. Kella knew that he never noticed the hint of a pleased blush that spread across the younger woman’s cheeks. “Well, so much for keeping you out of the limelight.”

“It couldn’t be helped, Tuck. Myrna Rowlands is big news,” Kella said.

He nodded, sipping his coffee. “I’m sorry. I did my best.”

She squeezed his hand again and said, “I know.”

“Does your husband want you to come home?” Anna asked, sitting down across from her.

“If you can believe it, no.”

“I’m safe for another few days, then?” Tucker asked, his face and expression deadpan as always.

“Actually, no,” she told him. “He’s flying up as soon as he makes sure everything’s okay at home and at the restaurant.”

Tucker took a moment to register her words. “Is he going to stay?”

“That’s the plan. He says he knows I want to see this through to the end but he says there’s no way I’m staying here without him. He thinks the same way you do, that the media hounds will find out who I am. He wants to be there if they do and keep me protected.”

Anna couldn’t help herself. She sighed, loudly, and dropped her chin into her fist on the table. “He really loves you.”

Tucker turned to her.

Kella’s smile was wide and open. “Yeah, he does. So it looks like you’re going to have to find us a hotel. Both of us can’t stay with Anna. And the FBI’s paying,” she added, a stern warning look in her eyes. “That is if you think you still need me. I’d like nothing better than to go home and let you and the Posse finish this up.”

“No. You’re staying,” Tucker said. “Not another word.”

Intrigued? I hope so.

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#mondaymusings #musings on a Monday 3.25.24

This is a question I get asked a great deal…