Welcome, Peggy, on your release day!
What 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!
Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/Peggy-Jaeger-Author-825914814095072/
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00T8E5LN0
Wild Rose Press Page: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=advanced_search_result&search_in_description=1&keyword=peggy+jaeger&x=21&y=14
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.