Not Tonight by Barbara Burke
On a dark London night in the middle of a blitz, is it possible to fall in love?
Only Yours by Nancy Fraser
Can Rebecca expect her family and Garrett to understand that her desires have turned to his older brother?
Ooh La La by Doreen Alsen
Male Exotic Dancer + Buttoned Up Accountant = True Love.
I didn’t expect to take another peak inside my upcoming Candy Heart series book I’m Sure. The release date is only four days away, on February 10th. But Tony, the fire fighter who makes all the meals for Jason and the guys wants to–
“Yeh, I want to represent for Jason. I’m Tony, and I work with the guy. We’re both firefighters and paramedics. I don’t think Ms. Breton—”
Please, Tony; Beverly is fine.
“Okay, Beverly then. Pretty sure you weren’t planning on talking to me — professional courtesy, I guess, because of my job and my family responsibilities. Didn’t want to take up my time. I do have two numbskull boys I love like crazy, and a wife who is an angel.” Tony drops his head as he flips cutlets in an oversized frying pan. “No question I miss important occasions because of work.”
Tony’s Italian, like Jason, and I can tell by watching, this man knows his way around the kitchen.
“Like I just missed my oldest’s first home run. He can hit okay, but man, can he run. Like a streak.” Tony beams me a wide smile. “Jason pays attention to all this stuff, you know, with the boys, and the wife. How I work on juggling everything. He’s no fool.” Tony gives a quick stir to a pot on the back burner. “He knows having a family with this job can be a circus act.”
Cracking apart a garlic head with a whack of his knife, Tony lines up the cloves and begins to mince.
“Jason’s up for the challenge. That’s not the hold up. The problem is he’s gun-shy. His last relationship, that woman wasn’t good enough for him. She wanted him at her beck and call. That’s not happening.” He stares at the cutting board, nodding. “You seen Jason?”
I nod, then realize Tony only has eyes only for the garlic. Yes, I answer, I have.
He shakes his head with a laugh. “Of course you have. I wasn’t thinking. You know then—“ He gives me an intent stare. “He’s fly paper for women. The way he looks? And if you haven’t seen him without a shirt?”
Yes again, Tony, I have, but I keep that to myself.
“Woo-heee. Muscles city. He can outwork any of us in the training room. And he does, all the time.”
Tony’s heating the garlic in some butter. The smell is to die for, and I bet it’s for garlic bread. Anyone eating in Tony’s kitchen on a regular basis would need to work out.
“But I have to wonder what’s driving him to take to the gym so hard. More than he needs to stay in shape, that’s for sure.” The burly firefighter throws a checked dish towel his shoulder. “Jason hasn’t mentioned this Megan. That’s not his style. But he’s been different. Like he’s walking above the ground or something.”
I smile. This is good news.
“You know, Ms., ah, Beverly, I hope this is the one, this Megan. And I hope he sees it. Time for him to be happy…”
I couldn’t agree with you more, Tony. Now please add a plate for me at the table?
This story is so smile-producing, my wish is that everyone have some Peggy Jaeger to read as a daily routine. From the first page, when Chloe ducks to avoid the Italian leather belt whizzing by as her mother culls the house of her husband’s belongings, a husband who has taken off with “the bottled blonde puttana,” I was part of Chloe’s big Italian family. And I wasn’t going anywhere until I found out what was going to happen, with Chloe and the dream man she has wished for since she was 15, not to mention Chloe’s mother, father, and the puttana. As a bonus, Chloe is a master confectioner, so along the way, we can vicariously enjoy all the delicious candy she creates and offers to Matt, the doctor who is step-by-step revealed to be the very man she’s wished for. This is one accomplished author who makes writing charming stories look so easy. You want to read 3 Wishes!
J.C McKenzie is an absolute master at creating a scene so real, you feel you are there every step of the way. You will be drawn in to the snowstorm that brings Brenna and Eric together after a decade-old misunderstanding in high school. You will feel the stiffness and aches Brenna incurs when she slides off the road into a snow bank in her truck. You will be bumped over the snow on the snowmobile ride Eric and Brenna take after Eric rescues her from the frozen truck. You will feel the chill in the cabin, smell the hot chocolate Brenna makes and then spills all over Eric, and feel the warmth of the fire in the fireplace…the perfect prelude for the heat that exudes from these two during their winter-storm Valentine’s weekend of love making. This is a Champagne Rose story, which is as hot as it gets in the mainstream category, so be ready to take the full ride with these two, from attraction, to lust, to passion, to happy-ever-after. You won’t be disappointed!
Got Love by Angela Hayes
Cupid Tharin Terize wants fairy Flora Hawthorne to be his Valentine, not just for one night but for the rest of all time.
Ask Me by Laura Strickland
She never expects button-down Leo to hit all her buttons, but by the next morning, her hearts in danger.
Wait until you discover what Heidi Wessman Kneale has her candy hearts are up to in this sweet fun magical story. I love that Millie and Ray are not your clichéd romance heroine and hero. Mildred watches the suffragettes with longing; she wishes she could speak up and be heard. And Raymond stutters. Marry Me is a feel-good story for sure. Love triumphs, and the villain, a greasy “door knocker” who is forcing his suit on Millie, gets squashed but good. Cheers for Marry Me!
I’m excited it’s February!! Three more releases today from the Candy Heart Series, and two more release dates until I’m Sure, my own Candy Hearts story comes out on February 10th. This is a good month! Read on…
Be My Love by J.C. McKenzie
Can a snow storm and secluded cabin help Eric convince Brenna to be his love?
Dare Me by Debra Druzy
They say business and pleasure don’t mix, but champagne goes with everything…
Marry Me by Heidi Wessman Kneale
Never let a stutter get in the way of what you have to say.
To take another peak inside my upcoming Candy Heart series book I’m Sure, the florist at the Riverton garden center where Megan works is here today. Hard to believe these two are best friends, they are so different in appearance. Megan goes for the natural beauty look, and she pulls it off with her coppery hair and that healthy outdoor glow to her skin. Sara likes drama, the impact of jet-black hair with a who-knows-what-color-today streak, Cleopatra bangs, and perfect eyeliner. Here she comes now, in a black lace blouse and royal blue capris, flashing that sapphire and diamond engagement ring…
How are the wedding plans going Sara?
“Great!” she trills. “Do you know the date we chose? May 1st! Thought we’d go for a little May Day Magic.” Sara gives me a knowing smile.
I laugh. This woman knows how to work the room; she’s promoting my books for me.
“But you asked me here to talk about Megan. Dear Megan.” She reaches up to adjust the chop sticks poking out of her high bun. “She’s been living like a nun. I don’t know how. Or why.” She shakes her head, her blue-streaked bangs swaying. “That last guy, Mr. Works-All-Night-But-Not-At-My-Job, really did a number on her.” The florist sends me a penetrating gaze. “I don’t think Megan’s ever had Stars In Her Eyes.”
Sara, those stars in my first book are because the heroine is knocked in the head by an incoming wave pool surfer, and you know it, not because she’s dotty with love at that moment, but nice plug.
“I know.” Sara grins. “But I mean the dotty with love kind. I’ve never seen Megan moving around in a daze, like everything’s twinkling.”
Is she now?
“Something’s going on, since she met Jason. The start wasn’t smooth.” She gazes down, her lips pursed. “I’ll do what I can to get them together. I think they could be Crazy Happy…” she glances up expectantly, her eyes twinkling.
Without missing a beat, I finish. Hearts. Crazy Happy Hearts, my last book, starring my sexy sixties-something couple who reunite at the Jersey Shore.
“And by the way, Bev–I can call you Bev, can’t I? You are rockin’ some Specs Appeal today.”
This woman is a piece of work. I do wear glasses. And she’s woven in one of my favorite books to write.
“I had to land that since we’re talking about I’m Sure. Specs Appeal was your first go around with ‘puny’ double entendres. You didn’t expect that reunion story to be such a huge hit with the reviewers, did you?! You were concerned they might think the puns were too silly…”
I nod. Yes, I was.
“But they loved it! So now we’ve got Megan and Jason and their double entendres…but a little racier this time.” She nods sagely. “That fits those two. They are two very attractive individuals. Can you imagine their babies? I predict, by next autumn, Megan and Jason will be Under A Halloween Moon–”
I resist the urge to genuflect. My couple in that book caved to the magic of the Halloween moon…but since it’s only February, I hope Megan and Jason don’t have to wait that long to figure things out.
“—planning their own wedding.” Sara finishes, a confident ring to her words.
My turn–to feed her for the finale. You sure about that, Sara? They’ll be planning a wedding?
“Of course.” She waits a beat.
Do I hear an orchestra crescendo?
“I’m Sure,” she pronounces with gusto. Then, with a flourish of her arm, her dozens of bangle bracelets chattering softly, she takes a deep bow.
A well-deserved one. Thank you, Sara. Flawless.
And a two for one romance.
But Beth’s got serious baggage—an abusive ex-boyfriend who is due out on parole. April Hollingworth expertly weaves this serious story line into a sexy boy-and-girl-next-door pairing. Beth’s training at a gym in self-defense, and Jonathan and Mark, ex-Army partners, train and teach at the gym, so get ready for close encounters of fit bodies! Pick up Be Mine for flashes of heat and a very happy ever after.
Text Me by Erin Bevan
She answers an ad to find a date for the corporate Valentine’s dance, but is she if for a surprise when she pushes for that face-to-face meeting!
Surprise Me by Anita Kidesu
Sometimes a fantasy is better left undiscovered.
And they could all have the same subtitle: Read Me!