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April 30, 2023
A #free #sweetromance for you. #fakerelationshipromance #friendstolovers
I’m excited to announce that from today until May 5, CHANCE ( LAST MAN STANDING) will be FREE on AMAZON to whet your appetite for the May 17th release of SABLE ( ALWAYS A BRIDESMAID) If you didn’t read it when it was originally released, get it now for free!
Chance Miller, divorce lawyer extraordinaire, knows the whole happily ever after dream is an urban myth. He deals with miserable and wedded warring couples every day and swears staying single keeps him sane and happy. His friends and family consider him the last single man standing and fear he’ll never find someone and settle down. But Chance relishes his carefree status and unencumbered lifestyle and has no plans to change anything.
If only his relatives would stop trying to set him up with their version of the perfect woman.
Fredrika Poole already experienced her one great love, and the widow can’t read any future romance in her tea leaves. She’s content to bake, run her business, and care for her daughter.
When Chance meets Freddie and discovers her marriage thoughts run on the same road his do, he realizes she’s the answer to his prayer for keeping the relatives at bay. But the pixie barista has a way of making Chance question everything he’s always thought about love, marriage, and wedded bliss.
Will his last man standing status go unchallenged? Or will Freddie be the one woman he wants…but can never have?
And if you like CHANCE and want to read his sister, SABLE’s, story, I’m having a giveaway if you preorder and let me know you have done so. I’m giving away $10.00 Amazon GCs to 5 people who’ve preordered before the release day of May 17th. Rules are in the following graphic!
April 29, 2023
Last day in @IndTaleMagazine #RoneAward voting, week 3 #Dickensholidayromance #Holidayromcom #vote
You have until midnight tonight EDT to vote for the books in the 2 categories of the RONE AWARD nominees this week. I hope you’ll consider voting for my Dickens Holiday Romance SASHA’S SECRET SANTA. It’s a nominee in the Steamy category.
The rules are simple:
SIGN IN to your IND’TALE ACCOUNT or Register at InD’tale magazine: www.indtale.com if you don’t have one. They will send you an email to confirm your registration. Click on that!Go to the drop-down that says RONES/CONTESTS in the upper right corner of the main page.A graphic will pop up with all the nominees. Locate the CONTEMPORARY STEAMY Category in WEEK 3 APRIL 24- MAY 1 and find SASHA’S SECRET SANTA by PEGGY JAEGERclick VOTE next to it and submit.You’re done!!!!
Thank you so much for yout time and consideration!!!! I’ll let you know if the book makes it to the finals. ~ Peg
I think I’ve lost my funny…
This is hard for me to say, but since my mom’s passing, I’ve lost my funny.
I write RomComs, quirky characters, and silly/weird situations for my romance novels. I’m known for my snappy dialogue, my character’s sometimes snarky inner thoughts, and my ability to make you cry on one page and bring you out of with laughter on the next.
I’ve got a bunch of books I need to get finished to release this year (2023) and I’m really struggling because I just can’t find the funny.
Not in my characters, my storylines, or my dialogue. Not even in myself.
It’s like my funny bone died when my mom did.
Not that she was a barrel of laughs, but she did say some crazy-funny things at times.
Like she called the gynecologist the groinecologist – a word I used in one of my Match Made in Heaven books.
Once, during a fight we were having when I was a teenager she hurled my current COSMO magazine at me and screamed, “this is nothing but trash about organisms and slutty shit.”
I knew she meant orgasms, but if I’d corrected her she would have gotten even more angry, and referring to something as shit was synonymous with a normal person saying stuff.
When she got angry she usually slipped into a Mrs. Malaprop persona. And if you told her who that was she wouldn’t have had a clue and would have thought you were insulting her.
Once, when I was about 12, I said something snarky and she threw a slice of pizza at me and called me a little shit. The pizza was cold, so no damage done. I picked it up off the table and ate it.
Twenty years later I referenced that, laughing at it then because the argument had been about – of all things – if I could use tampons (she wouldn’t allow me to), and she got all mad and pissy and said, “You deserved it because you were acting like such a little shit.”
Le sigh…
Please don’t get the idea she was abusive- not in the true sense of the word, anyway. She just had a hard time handling the emotions of a neurotic teenager, going through a horrible menopause she didn’t understand, and since she had been parented by a mother who didn’t love her and was cold to her, she had no true sense of how to parent me.
But we did have some funny times, too, lest you think it was all horrible.
We never had a clothes dryer in our home because she couldn’t afford one, so whenever she washed clothes they were always hung out on the line to dry, no matter what season it was. Once, the temperatures dropped and she didn’t know they were going to, so she hung out all the laundry she’d done in the evening, thinking it would be dry by morning. Morning came and all the clothes were frozen solid. She brought in a pair of my stepfather’s cotton boxes and they were as stiff as a sheet of cardboard. You could have flung them like a Frisbee. My flannel nightgown had both arms frozen and sticking out to the sides, the gown portion hard as concrete. Her bra stood up on its own. When she brought it into the house she said, “If I wear this my posture is gonna be perfect for the first time in forever.”
I remember laughing hysterically because she never self-deprecated. Ever.
For some reason, both she and my stepfather loved to go for walks in the local cemetery. Every single time—Every. Single. Time—she would say, “People are just dying to get in here.”
Dumb, but…funny, you know?
She had her moments, she really did.
Maybe if I try remembering more of the funny ones I’ll get my funny back….
April 27, 2023
#FirstlineFriday A #Holidayromcom w/heart and a crazy family. MISTLETOE, MOBSTERS, & MOZZARELLA
One of my absolute favorite SanValentino stories because it has sososos many layers to it.
MISTLETOE, MOBSTERS, & MOZZARELLA tells the story of a beloved daughter and how she navigates through a family of old school brothers and uncles, and always comes out on top of the heap.
The first line of the story is:
Advice for surviving in a big Italian family: Never let them see you sweat.
The moment I arrived at the deli I knew something was wrong.
Finding a body in the freezer of the family deli isn’t the way Madonna San Valentino planned to start her day.
Adding insult to injury, the investigating detective is the one guy she’s never been able to forget. After seven minutes of heaven in the back seat of his car when they were teenagers, Tony Roma skipped town without so much as a thanks for the memory.
Just when Madonna thinks the present situation can’t get any worse, Tony is ordered to go undercover at the deli to ferret out a killer. Forced to work together, she vows to keep their relationship cool and professional. But with the sexy, longing looks he tosses her at every turn, Madonna’s resolve is weakening.
With Christmas drawing closer and Tony’s investigation taking an unexpected turn, Madonna is at her wit’s end. Can she really be falling for him again? And will he wind up leaving her broken-hearted and alone like the last time?
Intrigued? Get your copy everywhere digital books are sold, here: MISTLETOE, MOBSTERS, & MOZZARELLA
People love this story: REVIEWS
April 25, 2023
April 24, 2023
A #TuesdayTease a #booksiging & a #newrelease OH MY!
I love titles with 3 things mentioned!!! Makes me think of the Wizard of OZ – lions and tigers and bears…oh my!. LOL
Anyhoo…
Today’s Tuesday tease is from my new (print) release of SABLE – ALWAYS A BRIDESMAID. The official release is May 17, but I had several author copies printed up because I’m going to a wonderful BOOKSIGNING this weekend in New Jersey Wine Country and wanted to have them available for purchase. Here’s the tease, first:
“Rough shift,” he said, sidling up to her as she buttoned her jacket.
“And it wasn’t even a full moon,” she quipped.
His grin shot out fast. “Can’t wait to see what that’s like in the ER.”
Her lids went to half-mast as she slid a glance at him. “Be careful what you wish for,” she said. “Full moons are nothing to make fun of around here.”
He shrugged and zipped up his jacket. “Can’t be any worse than trying to patch someone up with artillery fire exploding all around you.”
Her head whipped up and her unlined brow folded in on itself.
“Listen,” he said, “I’m starving and I imagine you are, too, since neither of us got a dinner break last night. Want to go grab something quick before heading home? The diner across the street makes the best waffles this side of the Mississippi.”
When a corner of her mouth lifted a bit, he felt ten feet tall. In the next instant it flattened again.
“I’m actually heading there for a breakfast meeting right now, so, sorry. I can’t.”
“Business meeting?”
When she rolled her eyes, he thought she looked all of sixteen years old again. Since he’d known her when she was that age, a familiar feeling of warmth moved within him.
Sable expelled a tortured groan. There was no other way to describe the sound that rumbled up from the back of her throat and blew past her lips.
“I wish it were a business meeting, but no.” When he cocked his head, she added, “I’m meeting with my cousin, Moira. She has something to”—she lifted her fingers in air quotes—“discuss with me, but I already know what it is and I really wish I had an excuse not to go.”
“Okay, now I’m seriously interested. What’s so horrible she wants to talk about?”
“Me.” Another eye roll.
“You?”
She nodded.
“What about you?”
“Not me specifically, I guess, but my unmarried, childless state.”
If he wasn’t mistaken there was a hint of bitterness in her tone, topped by a whole lot of embarrassment, solidified when her cheeks turned three different shades of crimson within a millisecond.
She closed her eyes and sighed. “I can’t believe I said that out loud. And to you, of all people,” she mumbled.
He’d think about the last part of her sentence later. For now, he said, “Let me take a guess here.”
She opened her eyes and – halleluiah – looked him in the eye.
“She wants to fix you up.”
Eyes closed again, she nodded.
“And you…what? Don’t want to be?”
Another nod.
“Because? You don’t like to be set up? Or you’re already seeing someone?”
He said a silent prayer it wasn’t the latter.
“The whole thing is ridiculously embarrassing, for starters,” she said. “I’m thirty years old and can get my own dates, thank you very much. But you’d think I was either twelve and knew nothing about the world the way my family acts, or pushing fifty and looking at a lonely later life with nothing for companionship but cats and Netflix movies.”
He wanted to laugh but kept the merriment inside him, understanding she was dead serious. She hadn’t said she was seeing someone, though, so that was telling.
And promising.
AND NOW the BOOK SIGNING:
I’ll be there both days!!! Come out and find some new romance authors to read, have some wine, bring some friends!! This promises to be a FUNFUNFUN event put on by the fabulous Roz Lee
And if you’re coming to the event and want to make sure you get a copy of thebooks I’ll be brining along, here’s a copy of the event preorder list for me: PREORDER
A #TuesdayTease a #booksiging & a #newrelease OH MY!
I love titles with 3 things mentioned!!! Makes me think of the Wizard of OZ – lions and tigers and bears…oh my!. LOL
Anyhoo…
Today’s Tuesday tease is from my new (print) release of SABLE – ALWAYS A BRIDESMAID. The official release is May 17, but I had several author copies printed up because I’m going to a wonderful BOOKSIGNING this weekend in New Jersey Wine Country and wanted to have them available for purchase. Here’s the tease, first:
“Rough shift,” he said, sidling up to her as she buttoned her jacket.
“And it wasn’t even a full moon,” she quipped.
His grin shot out fast. “Can’t wait to see what that’s like in the ER.”
Her lids went to half-mast as she slid a glance at him. “Be careful what you wish for,” she said. “Full moons are nothing to make fun of around here.”
He shrugged and zipped up his jacket. “Can’t be any worse than trying to patch someone up with artillery fire exploding all around you.”
Her head whipped up and her unlined brow folded in on itself.
“Listen,” he said, “I’m starving and I imagine you are, too, since neither of us got a dinner break last night. Want to go grab something quick before heading home? The diner across the street makes the best waffles this side of the Mississippi.”
When a corner of her mouth lifted a bit, he felt ten feet tall. In the next instant it flattened again.
“I’m actually heading there for a breakfast meeting right now, so, sorry. I can’t.”
“Business meeting?”
When she rolled her eyes, he thought she looked all of sixteen years old again. Since he’d known her when she was that age, a familiar feeling of warmth moved within him.
Sable expelled a tortured groan. There was no other way to describe the sound that rumbled up from the back of her throat and blew past her lips.
“I wish it were a business meeting, but no.” When he cocked his head, she added, “I’m meeting with my cousin, Moira. She has something to”—she lifted her fingers in air quotes—“discuss with me, but I already know what it is and I really wish I had an excuse not to go.”
“Okay, now I’m seriously interested. What’s so horrible she wants to talk about?”
“Me.” Another eye roll.
“You?”
She nodded.
“What about you?”
“Not me specifically, I guess, but my unmarried, childless state.”
If he wasn’t mistaken there was a hint of bitterness in her tone, topped by a whole lot of embarrassment, solidified when her cheeks turned three different shades of crimson within a millisecond.
She closed her eyes and sighed. “I can’t believe I said that out loud. And to you, of all people,” she mumbled.
He’d think about the last part of her sentence later. For now, he said, “Let me take a guess here.”
She opened her eyes and – halleluiah – looked him in the eye.
“She wants to fix you up.”
Eyes closed again, she nodded.
“And you…what? Don’t want to be?”
Another nod.
“Because? You don’t like to be set up? Or you’re already seeing someone?”
He said a silent prayer it wasn’t the latter.
“The whole thing is ridiculously embarrassing, for starters,” she said. “I’m thirty years old and can get my own dates, thank you very much. But you’d think I was either twelve and knew nothing about the world the way my family acts, or pushing fifty and looking at a lonely later life with nothing for companionship but cats and Netflix movies.”
He wanted to laugh but kept the merriment inside him, understanding she was dead serious. She hadn’t said she was seeing someone, though, so that was telling.
And promising.
AND NOW the BOOK SIGNING:
I’ll be there both days!!! Come out and find some new romance authors to read, have some wine, bring some friends!! This promises to be a FUNFUNFUN event put on by the fabulous Roz Lee
And if you’re coming to the event and want to make sure you get a copy of thebooks I’ll be brining along, here’s a copy of the event preorder list for me: PREORDER
April 23, 2023
#mugmonday 4.24.2023
I felt the need to be a little literary today, LOL
Voting starts today in Week 3 of the #RoneAwards SASHA’S SECRET SANTA
If you read my blog yesterday, you know that voting begins today in WEEK 3 of InD’Tales Rone awards to determine the finalists. This is round 1 and SASHA’S SECRET SANTA is a nominee in the Contemporary Steamy Category.
I am boldly asking for your vote!! If you’ve read the book and loved it ( thank you!!!) please vote for it to move on to the nominee round. All the voting in this preliminary round is done by the public – you, the readers. You have a great deal of power – first, you buy or don’t buy our books! Second, you get to decide who moves up to the next round here. And I sincerely hope you liked Sasha enough to vote for the book.
Here is the way you vote – and please read all the instructions because you need to do every one for your vote to count.
SIGN IN to your IND’TALE ACCOUNT or Register at InD’tale magazine: www.indtale.com if you don’t have one. They will send you an email to confirm your registration. Click on that!Go to the drop-down that says
RONES/CONTESTS
in the upper right corner of the main page.A graphic will pop up with all the nominees. Locate the CONTEMPORARY STEAMY Category in WEEK 3 APRIL 24- MAY 1 and find SASHA’S SECRET SANTA by PEGGY JAEGERclick VOTE next to it and submit.You’re done!!!!
Thank you never seems like enough to say when someone goes out of their way to do something you ask, but I really mean it. You have my undying gratitude!!!
Thank you and be well. ~ PEg
April 22, 2023
SASHA’S SECRET SANTA is a #RONE nominee and needs your votes! #contemporaryromance #steamyromance
I’m tickled pink ( and Christmas red!) That SASHA’S SECRET SANTA is an InD’Tale Rone Award Nominee!! This industry award is like to authors what the Golden Globes and the Oscars are to actors. You become a nominee if your book garners a 4.5 or 5 star rating in the magazine and Sasha did!!! Here’s the review that got me the nomination: REVIEW
To become a finalist, the public needs to vote for their favorite nominees and today I’m doing a shameless ask for just that! LOL.
Starting TOMORROW you can vote. Here are the instructions -and please read them carefully because there are steps you need to take ( yes, I’m sorry, I know!!!!)
SIGN IN to your IND’TALE ACCOUNT or Register at InD’tale magazine: www.indtale.com if you don’t have one. They will send you an email to confirm your registration. Click on that!Go to the drop-down that says RONES/CONTESTS in the upper right corner of the main page.
A graphic will pop up with all the nominees. Locate the CONTEMPORARY STEAMY Category in WEEK 3 APRIL 24- MAY 1 and find SASHA’S SECRET SANTA by PEGGY JAEGERclick VOTE next to it and submit.You’re done!!!!And you have my undying gratitude!! Please share this blog with your friends because I need all the help I can get, haahaa. This is a very prestigious award and authors really want it — just like I do!! I’ve been a nominee several times and a finalist several years in a row, but I’ve never won my category and I’m hungry to.
Okay, enough self-serving. Thanks for your vote ( I could never be a politician!!!)
