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I'm delighted to welcome fellow author Peggy Jaeger to my blog-o-sphere to share with you her latest release. I think this gorgeous cover gives you a giant hint on what to expect when you read this book. What it doesn't convey is the humour you'll find between the covers - fun!  In case you can't quite make out the back cover, here's the blurb: When I first saw Cynderella all covered in soot in that sexy maid uniform, I knew I wanted to be her Prince. She’s a small and savvy businesswoman who’s built her cleaning company from the ground up. But now that Dirty Damsels is booming, I’ve been hired to arrange a hostile takeover. But the temptation of having her was too much to ignore… We ended up spending one night together—a night neither of will forget. Now, I want more. I need more. I want to spend every night, skin-on-skin, with my beautiful Ella. Problem is, when she finds out who I really am, she’ll never forgive me. Ooh, doesn't that sound delicious?!?  And because the heroine is an expert at cleaning, here are a few tips to keep your house sparkling. 5 cleaning hacks for your home from Ella Jones, CEO of DIRTY DAMSELS
I don't know about you, but I need to try that dishwasher cleaning hack.  Check out this excerpt! The bathroom door opened. In his tailored suit he’d been impressive and striking. With a white bulky towel wrapped around his waist, and the humidity in the bathroom sluicing off his damp torso, he was downright magnificent. Those wide and solid shoulders tapered down into biceps I could tell regularly attended a gym with him, and then into forearms corded with strong sinew and veins. “I-I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I’m almost done. I’m sorry.” I blushed again and I cursed my fair skin. But really, how could I not blush and stutter when faced with this unbelievable specimen of hotness standing five feet away from me, all wet and hard muscled and gorgeous? He moved like a panther across the rug, soundlessly stalking, as if playing with his prey, until he came to the opposite side of the bed. He took one corner of the sheet in his hand and yanked it. “Do you have enough on your side?” Speech was impossible because I knew I’d start blabbering again, so I nodded and tucked the sheet under the mattress. “Hospital corners.” He nodded and then mimicked my motions. “I love a tight sheet.” I couldn’t help but stare at the way his biceps swelled when he lifted the mattress as if it weighed nothing, and shot the sheet under it. Nor could I forgo glancing at the thick mat of black hair crisscrossing from one side of his pecs to the other and then down, disappearing below the towel. And I’d have to have been struck blind and stupid – which I’m neither – not to notice and admire the trim, tight waist and abdomen the towel was securely wrapped around. At least I prayed it was securely wrapped. I grabbed the comforter, shook it out and he helped me place it over the bed. “Toss me one of those,” he commanded when I grabbed a pillow and began tugging the case on. He caught both in midair. The bed made, I turned to tell him about the platter of food, but stopped before the words could leave my throat. He’d moved without a sound again, coming to stand so close to me I could smell the citrus scent of the soap he’d used wafting off his body. He placed a hand on my shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. I swear my body temperature went up ten degrees. I figured by now I resembled one of those cartoons where the character’s head turns beet red and then explodes upward. “Thanks, Cinderella.” A devilish grin tripped across his tired face. “But I need to crash now, so…” I truly could have stood there for the rest of the afternoon basking in his hotness, but I got the hint. I nodded and made one last visual sweep of the room. “Do you want me to close the blinds?” I asked, turning back just in time to see him drop the towel and slide – gloriously naked – into the freshly made bed. Holy Mother of God. The man had a butt made for grabbing. Two perfect, round, and tight cheeks dipped from that narrow waist, leading downward to two thick and powerful thighs. Since his back was to me he didn’t notice my jaw hanging open to my knees while he burrowed under the comforter. “Mmm…sure. Thanks, Cinderella.” Even half asleep his voice made my heart skip a few beats and my girlie parts go zing. Eager to read more? Here are the handy buy links. Amazon: Exclusive to KU readers for free. Kindle version: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07TBBPHM8 Print Version: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1640348409  Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance writer who writes Romantic Comedies about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them. If she can make you cry on one page and bring you out of tears rolling with laughter the next, she’s done her job as a writer! Family and food play huge roles in Peggy’s stories because she believes there is nothing that holds a family structure together like sharing a meal…or two…or ten. Dotted with humor and characters that are as real as they are loving, she brings all topics of daily life into her stories: life, death, sibling rivalry, illness and the desire for everyone to find their own happily ever after. Growing up the only child of divorced parents she longed for sisters, brothers and a family that vowed to stick together no matter what came their way. Through her books, she’s created the families she wanted as that lonely child. When she’s not writing Peggy is usually painting, crafting, scrapbooking or decoupaging old steamer trunks she finds at rummage stores and garage sales. A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, Peggy is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter. As a lifelong diarist, she caught the blogging bug early on, and you can visit her at peggyjaeger.com where she blogs daily about life, writing, and stuff that makes her go "What??!" To learn more about Peggy, or to contact her, use one of these links. Or leave a message in the comment section below!
Website/Blog: http://peggyjaeger.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/peggy_jaeger Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00T8E5LN0 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Peggy-Jaeger-Author/825914814095072?ref=bookmarks Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/peggyjaeger/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13478796.Peggy_Jaeger Instagram: https://instagram.com/mmj122687/ BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/peggy-jaeger You-Tube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDR8RRIlssIyS0FYZWeGqsg/videos?view_as=subscriber
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Who doesn't love a hunky firefighter story? Snap up this book by my fellow Wild Rose Press author, Jana Richards.
Here's a peek inside: Riley looked into her beautiful blue eyes and her smiling face and did the only thing he was capable of doing at the moment. He kissed her. Maybe later, he told himself, when sanity returned, he’d think of a hundred reasons why pulling Iris into his arms, holding her snug against his body, and plundering her soft, sweet mouth was not a good idea. But for now, right now, as she wound her arms around his neck and made tiny sounds of excitement deep in her throat, it felt exactly right. Heaven. Having Iris in his corner made him believe everything was possible. He stepped backward toward the stairs, pulling Iris with him, intent on taking her upstairs to his room. He suddenly tripped, nearly losing his balance. He glanced behind him and saw the object he’d stumbled over. A set of luggage sat next to the stairs, still bearing tags from the retailer. “What the hell is this?” Iris kissed his neck. “I’m sorry. I should have taken them up to my room.” Iris had bought new luggage for her trip. Her plans hadn’t changed. She’s leaving me. The thought acted as effectively as a bucket of cold water tossed over his head. What was he doing? She was leaving in three weeks and didn’t plan to return. The calendar in the kitchen reminded him of that every day. Why start something that would only lead to heartache? He’d already lost too many people in his life. And Riley instinctively knew that if he let himself get close to Iris, let himself love her, a part of him would not survive when she left. This sounds like the perfect beach read to me! Grab your copy for only 99¢! Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Burning-Love-ebook/dp/B003552TVU Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B003552TVU Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B003552TVU Barnes&Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/burning-love-jana-richards/1019776929?ean=2940043317179 Bookstrand: https://www.bookstrand.com/burning-love-0 Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Jana_Richards_Burning_Love?id=wVTYBAAAQBAJ Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/burning-love-21 iTunes: https://books.apple.com/us/book/burning-love/id858279768 Walmart: https://www.walmart.com/ip/Burning-Love-eBook/407922973 Stay in touch with Jana here: Website: http://www.janarichards.com
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