New Book: What the Carpenter Saw (M/M)


WhatTheCarpenterSawMy name is Jake Cramer and this is my story.
I grew up in the small town of Robinwood, Pennsylvania. Like most small towns, it’s one where everyone knows everyone, especially my family. Oh, not ‘cause we’re rich or important or anything, but my mom runs the local diner – and her food is amazing, if I do say so myself – and my dad is one of the best building contractors around. I grew up knowing I was going to be a carpenter for my dad. From the time I was a kid, I helped out around the sites or at home, building furniture and cabinets. I love working with wood and building things. That’s kind of how I ended up as an engineer for the Army. And that’s how I got hurt. Wrong place, wrong time. Though in war, there’s no such thing as right place, right time. I lost part of one leg and my arm was hurt, though not lost, but it made things hard when I got home. I couldn’t work well at the sites anymore. And I had trouble building cabinets and furniture…. So Dad turned me into an estimator for jobs. Not my favorite position, but he thought it best at the time.

So even though I’m not huge on the estimating part of the job, it is what led me to meet Alex… and I will forever be grateful for that. Because of him, I learned that I’m not useless. That I can still do things. That I’m still useful. I might not be able to do things the way I used to, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do them. When I saved Alex’s life, I didn’t realize I was also saving my own. My advice to you if you’re having problems? If one way isn’t working, figure out a different way. As my dad says, “Different doesn’t mean can’t.”

I hope you enjoy Alex’s and my story, “What the Carpenter Saw”. It’s available now from these places:

Dreamspinner Press, Amazon,

Candy Hearts Available Feb 10


Click the title and name of the author to be taken to a page where you can chose your preferred method of reading🙂

This is the last batch! Congrats to all the authors and may your Valentine’s Day be awesome!

sureI’m Sure by Beverly Breton

A Romantic Comedy

During the day, Megan surrounds herself with water lilies and goldfish in the ponds she creates. At night,
memories of her lying ex-boyfriend are a reminder she can never again trust a man.

Jason embraces his career as paramedic firefighter, even though ugly experience declares his profession a greedy mistress. During quiet nights at the station, he wonders if this bachelor existence is all he’ll ever know.

Then Jason meets Megan and sparks fly, chased by flashes of anger when Jason, battling a raging
apartment fire, stands up Megan on their first date. Is St. Valentine powerful enough to bring these two strong-willed people together?



hotstuffHot Stuff by C.J. Fosdick

A Romantic Comedy

Hot Stuff takes on double meaning when klutzy Kate is faced with rookie cop Dallas looking for a stolen lawn statue. In her quiet, crime-free Wisconsin village, Kate has her hands full writing slogans for candy hearts and keeping her kleptomaniac brother with Asperger’s Syndrome inside the law. Even her grandmother’s famous snickerdoodle cookies can’t ameliorate the crime when a stolen lawn statue turns out to be a drug dispenser. Will Kate rise above her concern of what Dallas’s uniform represents and admit the charming Texas rookie is the man of her dreams?





forkeepsFor Keeps by Veronica Lynch

Meghan Muldoon is at a crossroads: struggling to balance the demands of a high stress vocation as an advocate for victims of violence and her feelings for Keenan Rossi, a man who wants to make their relationship permanent.

On Valentine’s Day, a series of routine crises force Meg to question staying in a profession which fulfills her both professionally and spiritually–or devoting the rest of her life to the one person who completes her.

Which one is For Keeps?


Candy Hearts Available Feb 8


Click on the title of the book to go right to the page where you can chose your preferred reading method🙂

wishes3 Wishes by Peggy Jaeger

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.





not2niteNot2Nite by Barbara Burke

When ARP warden Molly sees a light shining through the darkness of London on a cold winter’s night in the middle of the blitz she’s infuriated with the careless American who struck it. Doesn’t he know there’s a war on?
Guy’s just trying to find his way through a maze of unlit streets. He’s very sorry and Molly reluctantly forgives him. When he accompanies her on her nightly rounds the two learn about each other, themselves and whether it’s really possible to fall in love in only one night – especially when there’s no guarantee of tomorrow.





onlyyoursOnly Yours by Nancy Fraser

Everyone expects Rebecca Winston to marry her high school/college sweetheart, Garrett Langley. The problem is, the flame’s gone out on their romance. They’re still best of friends, but only friends. When Garrett’s father has a heart attack, his older brother Wyatt (an L.A. attorney) returns home for the first time in years. The attraction between Rebecca and Wyatt is immediate.

Can Rebecca expect her family and, especially, Garrett to understand that her desires have changed and turned toward Wyatt?

Can Wyatt get past the feeling that he’s poaching his younger brother’s girl?



oohlalaOoh La La by Doreen Alsen

A Romantic Comedy

Aspiring choreographer and dance teacher, Simon West is walking along the hall in the college where he teaches when he gets knocked over by klutzy, two left feet, accounting professor Veronica Cooke. Simon wants to get to know the beautiful woman who ran him down, but how will she react when she finds out his alter-ego is a super sexy cowboy at an upscale exotic dancing male revue and that he makes ends meet by taking off his clothes?



Books: Peggy Jaeger!


Welcome, Peggy, on your release day!

wishesWhat genre do your books fall into or is it a genre blended? I write Contemporary romance.

What inspires you to write? Since I was young, I’ve felt every person should have their own Happily Ever After in their lives. Since I was raised in an extremely dysfunctional family, it was a dream of mine ( and a goal!) to grow up and give myself that HEA — And I did!

Do you listen to music or set the mood somehow to get writing? Nope. I’m one of those people who need the house to be empty, the tv off, the radio silent and the door to my office shut in order to get the words from my head to the page. Anything – anything – can be a distraction for me, even a fly in the window.

Do you come up with the plot or characters first? Characters, always. I see someone and BANG – I want to write his or her story. Or, actually, the story I imagine for them.

Do you have a favorite book of yours? The Little Engine that Could. Best book ever about Self actualization and meeting a goal ever written in my opinion.

Who would you consider an influence on your writing? From a professional standpoint, I admire Nora Roberts tremendously. Does she influence my writing? Only in the fact that when I met her and said I had a secret desire to write romance, she said, point blank, ”Then get your butt in a chair and write.”

Tell me something quirky about yourself. My left eye is waaaaaay smaller than my right eye because I’ve had 2 retinal detachments with surgical correction and bilateral cataract removal surgeries. Because of all that manipulation, and the fact that I fell out of 4 story window when I was a baby and crushed the left side of my face, my eyes look really, really, bizarre in photographs.

What do you aim to make people feel when they read your books? That love is the one emotion we all feel, deserve, and desire.

What’s next for you? I’ve got one book in galley edits that is due out in Spring 2016 and I just sent my editor a Christmas novel for next year ( 2016).

Do you sing in the shower? Good gravy, no! People would think someone was being decapitated in our house!


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Author Bio

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.


3 Wishes – Candy Hearts, releases 2/8/16


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 30th birthday, she just might get her three wishes.


Staying open late can be a risk, with the thought of being robbed always a threat at the end of the day.

If the guy standing at the door, glancing around the shop, was a thief, then Dio mio, I wanted to be held up.

About six foot, he had hair the color of a deer’s pelt, with autumnal golds and browns shot together in a glorious patchwork that grazed the collar of his jacket and curled a little at the ends. He wore a faded brown bomber jacket over a shirt, and he had shoulders almost as wide as my doorway. A pair of well-worn jeans covered his mile-long legs, and the fabric on the stress points at his knees was practically white.

“We’re about to close,” I heard myself say. “Can I help you?”

It was at that moment he looked over at me.

His face could have been sculpted by Da Vinci or Michelangelo. A broad, smooth forehead housed naturally arched eyebrows I knew some of my gay guy friends would have paid a fortune to have on their own faces. His cheeks were carved from marble, high, smooth, and deep. And his mouth—mother of God—his mouth. Full, thick, beautiful lips sat perfectly over a chin with a dent you could shove a button into and have it stay put.

“Sorry,” he said. Those fabulous lips pulled up a little shyly at the corners. “I got stuck at work and couldn’t get here until now. I’ll be quick. Promise.”

So here’s the thing: the guy was gorgeous. But even if he’d looked like a frog with raw antipasto smothering his face, I would have dropped to my knees when he opened his mouth. Warm honey, a shot of raw whiskey, and a little hot puff of smoke wafted from his mouth like a fine and rare brandy being decanted.