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…of Trusting Love. I’m hoping to sale this one to The Wild Rose Press. It’s a sequel to Without Love.

Chapter One

Dr. Rebecca Greenlee sighed and took another drink of her coffee.
Six months. She had to stay in this small town for six months. “Why did you do it, Aunt Frannie?”
Becca had never understood her father’s oldest and only sister. She’d always known she would inherit this house and the big part of her life-savings, yet she’d also known it would be with no strings attached. Those strings were added six months ago, three months before her elderly aunt finally said her last good-bye.
And Becca still didn’t understand why.
Yet finding out she had to stay at the house for six full months did fit well with her current situation.
Shit, Becca didn’t want to think about that now.
A gaggle of children’s voices and laughter filtered through the early morning air. Slight bitterness singed as she turned toward the enormous house on her left. A big yellow school bus stopped at the foot of the drive and three noisy boys leaped into it. A few second later two quieter girls followed suit. The children’s very pregnant mother stood near the fence, waving goodbye.
Five children? Should any one woman have that many offspring?
“Morning, Carrie.”
“Hi, Jack.” The pregnant lady yelled back. “Off to solve another case.”
“If only.”
Time to go inside, Becca thought.
“Good morning, new neighbor.”
Damn, why was she still sitting out on her porch anyway?
“Looks like it going to be a nice day.”
Becca’s heart leaped in her throat. A deep-down part of her sensed exactly why she hadn’t leaped back into the house at his first words.
“No comment on the weather today?”
Why in the hell was his deep, rumbling voice affecting her so easily anyway? Every morning since the day after she’d arrived in Emerald Falls , North Carolina, she’s been awakened by the deep, pleasing tone of his greeting to her pregnant neighbor. Yesterday she’d been awake and at the living room window a minute before his usual loud yell, just so she could get a glimpse of the man behind the sexy voice.
And today she decided to sit on her porch swing, drinking her coffee, hoping he’ll come by and say hello.
One of the reasons her life was in such turmoil was because of a man. Letting another’s stupid voice get to her wasn’t good. Becca didn’t need the complication now. She had enough worries. The only reason she’d decided to follow the conditions set up in her aunt’s will was so she could be alone. Six months was enough time to get over Mark—once and for all. But would it be enough time to figure out what she wanted to do with the rest of her life?
“You’re Frannie’s niece, right?” He set one foot on the bottom step and leaned onto his knee. His dark brown eyes—almost black—blazed into her. “Becki, right?”

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Out Now–Without Love

Today is the release day of my newest, Without Love.

Hey, it’s 50% off if you order from The Wild Rose Press.

Here’s the blurb–

perf5.000x8.000.inddCaterer Emma Cook isn’t having a good day. Pregnant at thirty-three by a rich and engaged man, she is forced to sign an agreement to keep the baby a secret. She’s more than willing. The sooner this is settled, the sooner the whole mess is behind her. Yet when she arrives for the meeting and spies Lucas Benjamin, her real trouble starts.

Luke’s life, since the death of his beloved wife, has been taking care of his older brother’s problems. So he’s not surprised when a lawyer contacts him with the details of his latest affair. What does surprise him is his reaction to the woman. Usually he just offers a large sum of money and the difficulty is resolved. But this isn’t so easy. This woman doesn’t want anything from the Benjamins, except to raise her child alone. An easy solution, so why isn’t Luke happy about it?

It’s too easy for both of them to let down their guard and trust. Can they overcome the fact that another man’s baby grows inside her? Will the closer she gets to her due date change everything?



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One and the Same #MFRWHooks

It’s Book Hook Wednesday again.logo book hooks

Because I just finished (hopefully) the edits for my up new release with The Wild Rose Press, here’s a bit about my first romance with them.

Hey, it only took me ten years .

Ten years plus a dozen or so more books published. Three publishers shutting down on me.  Ten books reverted back (I think.) Republished two of them and plan on rewriting six. One I put on Wattpad and the last I gave up on.

A deep bass voice roared, stopping her near the sofa and loosening the beats of her heart into a rapid rush of a thundering waterfall...She recognized that voice.

A taste of One and the Same

A deep bass voice roared, stopping her near the sofa and loosening the beats of her heart into a rapid rush of a thundering waterfall…

She recognized that voice.

“Matt,” she whispered. “No!”

He lifted her off her feet and threw her down on the red and green flowered sofa, capturing her hands high up over one of the armrests. She whispered his name again, feeling the heat burning off his body like rays of a tanning bed in the middle of a Seattle rainstorm.


“Kate?” Mint scented breath breezed over her face, sending her heart rate once again dangerously out of control. “Damn it, I could have hurt you.”

Jerking up off her melting body, he moved to the nearest lamp and switched it on before twisting around to face her. Nothing showed on his impassive face. “Sit up.”


“Get up.” Dark eyes glared at her, focusing on the exposed expanse of her tiny middle. “And you might as well cover up, it won’t work on me.”

“What won’t work on you?”

“I don’t care how sexy you are, how beautiful you look laying there in the dim light, TopNotch Security is not going to finance that damn television show.” He glared harder at her. “I don’t know what Erin was trying to do, bringing you here, but it won’t work. My answer is still no.”

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On the Way to being Published–

oneandsame_w2526_300Found this old post from a long, long time ago, before I was first published. Thought I’d share it again.

Just noticed it’s from June 18, 2008

Starting now

The contract was signed by Rhonda and sent back to me.

The edits were done, then the final edits.

Now I’m waiting for the Galleys.

It’s not a dream.

One and the Same will be released by The Wild Rose Press–still. Get it here from Amazon–

The way my life has been going the last two or three months left me thinking wild stuff.  Hell, we lost our job at Beech Bend, then we got laid off from a second job at the Bowling Green KOA three weeks later.  Until yesterday, we had no job at all.  Now we’re working at Happy Holiday RV Park and Campground, but we’re probably not going to make enough money.

But at least we have a home.

This is a beautiful place–in the Smokies Mountains, on the Cherokee Indian Reservation in North Carolina.  We look out our RV windows and there’s stunning vistas all around us.  Peaceful and quiet, nice people and great environment, I already like this place better than the KOA.

It also has something else–a Bluegrass Festival.

Seems this campground is the setting for the annual North Carolina State Bluegrass Festival.  Two of them.  One’s happening this weekend (June 19-21) the second one is in August.  And because we work here, we get to listen to the bands for free.

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As for my writing–

Ethan is still holding Maddie up in the air.  Check out this entry.  I think I’m going to put this manuscript on hold for a while and redo a finished one set in Alaska.  It’s been critiqued and revised by a critique group I used to be a part of, but I need to add an external plot.  It’s a sexier book, more in the lines of a Silhouette Desire.  I’m hoping to send this one to my editor in a few months.  My critiques partners may be seeing the first chapter soon–hopefully.

Interrupting here–

Second book in my Winter Creek series from Beachwalk Press. Here’s a link to them all from my website.

Oops, I just went back and read the old highlighted post and it wasn’t part of The Dressmaker’s Dilemma. It’s another book I still haven’t finished, for another series I started in 2008.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t still go and check out the Winter Creek series. I’m writing the last story in it now, Kim’s Redemption.

And I thought beginnings were hard for me.

And back to the past post.

But first I’ve got to do a few critiques.

I’ll keep you posted.

RV Memory — First Wash Day

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A bunch of us writers decided to set up this blog hop. All of us will be talking about summer things. Either special summer recipes or sweet memories when young or…anything. Plus you’ll have chances to win some prizes. Including a Kindle Fire. Most read to the end to get that chance. (That’s always nice, isn’t it?)

Okay, to be truthful, mine didn’t happened in the summer. It was in October or November, but it was hot outside. At least it was to a lady who never lived in the south in winter. In my home state of Ohio, no one would be dumb enough to wash an RV during the same months of the year.

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For about five or six years, my husband, Mike, and I lived in a 31′ Class C recreational vehicle full time. We traveled south for the winter and worked during the summer months in different campgrounds. In that short time period I experienced many ups and downs. Mostly downs. (That’s why we no longer live in an RV.) This story took place in Georgia, near Savannah, during our first winter down south.


I still remember the day I decided I needed to wash the outside of the RV for the first time. It’ll traveled all the way from Ohio to Georgia and was pretty dirty, so I figured it was about time to clean it.

Not one of my better ideas.

“We’re going to have to wash the RV pretty soon. It’s really dirty.” I told my husband a few days later.

“Why?” My helpful husband said, “It rained last night.”

I decided to keep my thoughts to myself, but couldn’t help rolling my eyes at him. Love the guy, but sometimes…

“Well, if you want to wash it,” he said into the silence. “Go ahead.”

“I will.”

He worked first shift the following day, so I had the day to myself. (Mike was working in security at the time. I had the winter off.) I got the garden hose, a bucket, and this special RV washing brush with a handle that twists out to reach the heights of the vehicle — and I started washing at the front end. I figured the cab part would be the easiest  part to clean.

I was wrong!

After doing the passenger and driver side windows, I got this two step ladder we own and tried to do the curvy top of the cab.

Nothing doing.

For one thing the stupid special brush with the extension wouldn’t extend out the way it was supposed to do. I twisted and turned it until the skin on my hands was raw. I threw it to the ground a few times in frustration, but I tried to keep my language respectable for the sake of the elderly people and children around me.  I may have been able to curbed the swear words on the outside, but they were quiet in my mind.

This is when I suddenly remembered I couldn’t wash the vehicle until I paid the RV park the $5 fee, for the water use. I figured I’d better go to the office and pay the lady before I got into trouble. When I returned from the park office a few minutes later, I felt a bit calmer.

That’s when I decided to gave up on the front and started washing one of the sides. I finally got the extension handle to work, but now it wouldn’t stay secured in the longer positions. Every time I reached the brush up to the highest points of the RV, it would push inward. By the time I got done with that side, I was ready to throw the whole stupid thing away.
But I still didn’t swear — too loud.

Another wonderful thing about this particular cleaning tool is you’re supposed to be able to attach it to your garden hose, so it’ll be easier to clean the vehicle. At the attached end of the brush you’re supposed to able to open and close a valve to control the flow of the water. But, you guessed it, that didn’t work at all either.

I did throw the brush into the clearing behind me, but retrieved it quickly. Mainly because the dumb thing on wheels was less than half clean. It looked worse now than it did before I started.

By the time I finally got the entire 31 feet of my RV wash and rinsed, I was soaked from the middle of my stomach down. But I got the Four Winds cleaned. Well, except for the roof.

When my husband got home, he came in and didn’t say a word.

I waited.


“I washed the RV today.”

“Oh, you did,” he said, going back out the door.

“Yes.” I said. “I got wetter than the RV did.”

“Like you were in a wet tee shirt contest?”

“Oh, please.”

He laughed and wandered around the RV, touching places here and there. “You missed a spot over here.”

I should have known all my work wouldn’t be appreciated. “Next time,” I said. “You’re going to be washing it.”

And when he does, I’m going to be sitting in a lawn chair with a cool drink in my hands — and a camera.

And, yes, we are still together.


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Eddie and Missy–a touching Valentine’s Day Memory–Peggy Jaeger

MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_ThreeWishesJaegerPeggy’s Fondest Valentine’s Day Memory:

As a nurse I spent more than my share of holidays working. Most businesses and all of health care don’t consider Valentine’s Day an official holiday, though, but a day like any other, so unless the date fell on a scheduled day off for me, I worked it.

My fondest memory of a working Valentine’s Day came when I was newly hired as the Head Nurse of an inpatient Alzheimer’s Unit. All of the patients had a form of the disease, from beginning stages to the end, and all were married. Their spouses came to spend most days they with them, but one particular day – my first Valentine’s Day as head nurse – has stayed with me all these years.

I’ll call the couple Eddie and Missy. Missy had severe Alzheimer’s. She wasn’t able to feed herself; personal care had become a staff job; she tended to wander if left unattended. She was 80. Her lovely husband Eddie, who’d been the town barber for over 60 years came every morning to feed her breakfast and every evening to feed her dinner. In between, he went to work. Six days a week, from 9 until 5. He was 86.

Part of coping with Alzheimer’s patients is keeping their surrounding environment calm and stress-free. You might be surprised to know that includes keeping decorations to a minimum because streamers, signs, etc., can cause confusion and stress to escalate, so we never really decorated the unit for holidays.

The one exception was Valentine’s Day. I felt there was nothing threatening or stress-producing about red hearts – the penultimate symbol of love – so I decided the staff could put up some celebratory, simple decorations denoting the day. I’d also thought it might be a good idea to treat the patients to some Valentine’s goodies. After speaking with our staff dietician, we devised a special midday meal – with desserts – for our folks and any spouses or loved ones who’d join us on this day. Luckily, Valentine’s Day fell on a Saturday, so all of our folks had a loved one – or several – present.

Eddie took the day off because he wanted to spend all of it with his lifelong love. He arrived at nine and whisked Missy into the day room – the gathering room -. Befitting the day, he’d decked himself out in a bright pink shirt with a red bow tie. He looked dapper and charming and Missy’s face brightened the moment she saw him. Speech had dissipated for her, so any conversation with her was one sided: yours. In the day room, sitting beside her, Eddie talked non-stop until the noon celebration meal came.

One of the staff members thought to bring an iPad and I gave the okay for some subtle music to be played during the meal. Now, this staff member was in her 60’s, and Frank Sinatra had been one her idols growing up so she had a complete playlist from Ol’ Blue Eyes that she let go with.

All of a sudden, Missy stood, grabbed Eddie’s hand, and began a slow, romantic dance to Frank’s crooning. Everyone in the room watched as the couple slowly danced around the room, wrapped in each other’s arms. Missy’s smile was pure delight as Eddie even dipped her at the end of the song.

When it ended, staff, visitors, and patients all clapped. When the next tune came on, more couples who could manage it, joined in.

I had tears in my eyes as I watched these lovely people, afflicted with one of the most horrendous diseases to suffer from, simply find a space in their disease-damaged memories to remember a time – and dance – that brought them joy.

Eddie stayed until it was time for Missy to retire for the night. Before leaving, he grabbed my hand, kissed it and thanked me for giving him one last dance with his lady-love. You see, Eddie and Missy had been swing dance champions back in the day when the disease hadn’t robbed his beautiful wife of her life. Eddie told me he had a room filled with trophies at home from all their competition wins over the years. They were all the memories he had left of their of glory days as dancers.

Until today when he’d seen the Missy who’d been his partner in love, life and dance for over 60 years, shine through again.

Is it any wonder this isn’t my favorite Valentine’s Day celebration, ever?


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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 big 3-0 birthday, she just might get her three wishes.


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The man had been a hunk-a-doodle when he’d been in my shop. Right now he looked like sex on a candy stick. Tall, lithe, wide shouldered and narrow hipped in his scrubs. He was every fantasy I’d ever had about what my man would look like. He stood in the doorway of the waiting room and stared at me.

And I stared right back.

“I assume she’s your mother,” he said, hooking his thumb in the general direction behind him.

I nodded.

He grinned and my toes curled up at the tips.

“She’s a force to be reckoned with.”

I winced and replied, “She means well.”

Even to my ears it sounded more like a weak question than a declaration.

His grin spread and I swear my girlie parts quivered.


When he came toward me, eating up the floor with his long stride, a hot bead of awareness burst from somewhere deep, deep down inside me.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance author who writes about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them.

Her current titles, available now, include SKATER’S WALTZ and THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME, and FIRST IMPRESSIONS books 1 through 3 in her 6-book The MacQuire Women Series, published by The Wild Rose Press.

Peggy holds a master’s degree in Nursing Administration and first found publication with several articles she authored on Alzheimer’s Disease during her time running an Alzheimer’s in-patient care unit during the 1990s.

A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, she is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter.



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Virtual Blurb Blitz–Say Nothing of What You See by Christy Effinger

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by Christy Effinger



When her aunt steps off a grain elevator into the emptiness of a prairie evening, Mira Piper loses her one protector. Chloe, her flighty mother, impulsively drags her daughter to Bramblewood, an isolated spiritualist retreat in northern Michigan, run by the enigmatic Dr. Virgil Simon.

Chloe plans to train as a medium but it’s Mira who discovers she can communicate with the dead. When her mother abandons her, Mira discovers a darker aspect to Bramblewood: the seemingly kind doctor has a sinister side and a strange control over his students.

Then one winter’s day Troy Farrington arrives, to fulfill his mother’s dying wish and deliver her letter to the doctor. But calamity strikes and he finds himself a captive, tended by a sympathetic Mira. Haunted by her dead aunt and desperate to escape Bramblewood, Mira makes a devil’s deal with Dr. Simon. But fulfillment comes with a steep cost…betrayal.


Excerpt One:

“You are absolutely stunning, Mira.”

I stole another glance in the mirror. The material was a rich, shimmery gold that fell from my shoulders in folds of liquid light. It looked like something a Greek goddess might wear. Oh, how I wished the girls from Amberville High School could see me in this dress!

“When you came here,” said Dr. Simon, “I had a vision of you like this. I looked at the girl before me, but I saw the woman you are now.”

“Thank you,” I murmured, gesturing toward the piles of clothes on my bed. “You’ve been so generous. I know you’ve spent a good deal of money on me—”

“Money means nothing,” he interrupted abruptly. “I have more than I could ever spend, more than I know what to do with. Don’t consider the cost.”

His tone was brusque, and I wondered if I had offended him.

But the next moment Dr. Simon smiled. “I think of you as my charity case. You were like a doll thrown out in the garbage. I simply rescued you from the trash, cleaned you up, and dressed you in something decent. But the beauty was present all along.” He touched my cheek. “Here.” Then he touched my forehead. “Here.” Then he touched my chest. “And here.”

I knew he was referring to my heart, but even so, his hand on my chest made my face warm with discomfort.

“You blush so easily,” he laughed. “You’ll never be able hide anything, Mira, with such a transparent face.”

“That’s all right,” I said, taking a small step back. “I don’t have anything to hide.”

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Christy Effinger’s poetry, fiction, and essays have appeared in various print and online publications. She lives near Indianapolis. Her website is





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