Charm Me Again MFRWhooks
This week. #MFRWhooks is the award winning Charm Me Again, set in Colorado. It doesn’t get much better than that! Breaking the curse is only the first step to forever.
So pull up a chair and get comfy, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Charm Me Again!
A scene in this book takes place at Hanging Lake in Glenwood Canyon, Colorado. A magical place. that inspired Charm Me Again. The scene came from my personal experience of hiking up the Hanging Lake trail in the pouring rain. You’ve never lived until you climb over large rain slickened rocks on an uphill trail gaining 1,000 feet in elevation over the mile climb. But oh my the view of a lake on the side of a mountain is breath-taking!
A peek between the pages of Charm Me Again: The hook.
For several months a Scottish Highland Ghost has haunted Daylan, in his personal life, his professional life and at his forge. Yet, being a talented warlock, he is no closer to discovering what the ghost wants or why he chose Daylan. A trip to his estranged sister’s home in Colorado may have unforeseen consequences especially when family history leads him to a shocking discovery.
As his attraction blooms for Josie, a yoga instructor in his sister’s studio, he realizes there may be more to Josie than he can imagine. When an ancient rogue Fae Warrior set on revenge kidnaps her in an attempt to claim her as his own, a devastating curse comes to light.
Daylan’s world spirals out of control as he searches for Josie. Can he break the age old curse to save her and their future, or will she be lost to him forever?
A little more about Charm Me Again! A Feel good tale where two families long divided brought together through magic, love, understanding & and adventure of a lifetime.
People ran for cover screaming. The hard-frozen ice balls changed to slush pellets then switched to large storybook snowflakes. The howling wind died down and the sun returned to a cloudless sky in a matter of fifteen minutes.
“Wow. I’ve never seen—Wow.” She leaned over and scooped up a mixture of soft snow and hard ice balls just before it all disappeared. “Colorado is known for its changeable weather, but…” she shook her head.
“Crazy weather you have here.” He glanced around bemused.
“No…No…this isn’t normal.” She turned on her heel in a circle. “How…”
He reached for her, catching the arm of her jacket. “Someone pissed off mother nature. Come on let’s get going.” He couldn’t explain it, but there’d been a serious rift in the magic continuum, and it wasn’t good.
“Well on the bright side, the rocks won’t be wet from whatever weather phenomenon caused the storm.. It’ll make hiking down much easier than slipping and sliding on icy snow, hail, sleet, rain—and wind during whatever.”
“Yeah. Guess so.” He was amazed at the nonchalant attitude she demonstrated. But, she didn’t know.
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Diary of a Lost Witch Blog by Reut Barak
Give a warm welcome to Reut Barak, author of Diary of a Lost Witch Blog.
Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Reut Barak and the Diary of a Lost Witch Blog.
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Molly is in trouble. Running away from home to escape the dangers of her coven, she ends up in Edinburgh at a time of Corona. Homeless and running for her life, she must find a new coven and get the help she needs to protect herself, or she is not going to make it back.
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April 13
The weekend was long, and I ended up having to sleep outside in the park. There was one guy on gumtree that said he was able to host people, but he seemed creepy. There were two more ads that didn’t reply to my email, but otherwise, it was impossible to find a place to stay.
There is a spell called the Tent spell. It makes a small fixed space safe, invisible to the outside world. You won’t be seen or heard there, and you can use spells inside. When I had given up trying to find a normal bed for the night, I figured I might as well head for one of the parks and cast it there. The park I slept at was called Arthur’s Seat. I found some dense trees at the bottom of it, near the small lake.
Inside my “tent” I cast a mattress and blankets, which were supposed to be comfortable, but I slept horribly. I kept waking up, fearing that someone might accidentally step in and discover me. Someone mortal who would ask a lot of questions, or worse, someone with magic.
It was a relief when the morning came, and I finally opened my eyes to hear the birds, and a few runners. It was also a relief from my dreams, of the terrible things I had left behind.
I dreamt that the witches of May’s coven had found me here, and taken me back to Alice. She had a plan for me, to make an example of me for leaving.
I woke up covered in cold sweat, and sat up for an hour thinking, before I was ready to fall back to sleep. I needed to find another coven and fast. There would be a few here in Edinburgh, but unlike back home they didn’t meet in the park during weekends. At least not in the one I’d been sleeping in. I had hoped to bump into a coven that way. That would have justified my homelessness.
This morning was different, though. I was on my way back to a groceries store I found, where the kind seller let me charge my batteries so my new phone doesn’t run out of power. He’d even told me where I could find a local sim card, and I texted the new number back to my moms.
It was really early morning. The store would just be opening. I was walking down the empty streets, when I saw something.
It was a girl, about my age, walking her dog. She had a sweater with a university logo, and the dog suddenly pulled hard on the leash. She cursed, falling straight on her right knee, and then screamed from the pain and cursed again. I rushed to her to help her up, and then I saw, or rather felt something. Something inside her was spreading warmth from her heart towards that knee to heal it. And there was only one way I could sense such a phenomenon. She was using magic.
Molly Evans
About the Author:Following a short stint in the military, Reut graduated as a trained Opera Singer from the Jerusalem Academy of Music and Dance, and then worked in Berlin, singing church music by Mozart, Haydn and Bach. While arranging concerts in the city and managing artists, she discovered her passion for business. She joined fellow entrepreneurs in the 2013-2014 class at the University of Oxford, with a scholarship to study business (MBA), where she founds that creativity goes far beyond art. She later had a taste of corporate life, seeing the inside workings of some of the world’s largest finance, energy and manufacturing companies, and wrote for National Geographic. Leaving the world of corporate drama behind, she now pursues her dreams of becoming a fiction novelist, a self-published vegan author, blogger and youtuber. She first arrived in Scotland as a hiker, eager to explore the mysterious highlands, where she got her inspiration for her books and blogs.
Well, no not really… The true story is:
Once upon a time…
Reut was born in Camelot in the year 1201, following the famous explosion of the northern dragon tower. She has a degree in fantasy and science fiction from the University of Atlantis and this record can be found in the central library, now twenty thousand leagues under the sea. She likes phoenix riding, dragon fighting and painting the roses red. And Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
Website: http://www.reuatbarak.com
Lost Witch Blog: http://reutbarak.com/category/lostwitch/
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99¢ Sale – An Angel’s Unintentional Entanglement- #MFRWhooks
This week A great hook and a phenomenal 99 cent sale. #MFRWhooks is the award winning AN ANGEL’S UNINTENTIONAL ENTANGLEMENT. It doesn’t get much better than that! Where Warrior Angel, Caden goes, trouble follows until he discovers a badly beaten woman barely clinging to life. Unprepared for the entanglement she brings to his doorstep, will he move heaven and earth to save her?
So pull up a chair and get comfy, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about An Angel’s Unintentional Entanglement!
AN ANGEL’S UNINTENTIONAL ENTANGLEMENT came about one summer when hubby and I were driving over Independence Pass. It’s one of our favorite drives in Colorado. A beautiful drive if you don’t mind the shear drop-offs. Abandoned cabins (dating back to 1880-1890) dot the landscape near the top of Independence Pass at over 12,000 feet in elevation. As I rounded the back of one of those cabins a complete scene unfolded among the spectacular views. I rushed to the truck and jotted down an outline and An Angel’s Unintentional Entanglement was born.
Funny where inspiration hits you.
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A peek between the pages of AN ANGEL’S UNINTENTIONAL ENTANGLEMENT: The hook.
“You might want to contact the Tribal Police and request the records they just received electronically on the additional education fund account at Bank of the West,” Mystic suggested.
Agent Zarkou heaved a heavy sigh. “Do I want to know how this information was obtained?”
“No.”
“Please tell me it’s not illegal.” Agent Zarkou cut his gaze to Nathanael North.
She smiled and patted Zarkou on the shoulder. “No, the case will not be compromised. But please don’t move on it until you hear from one of us.”
“I can only give you thirty-six hours. Then I’ll have to answer to my superiors.”
“Understood.” She picked up her backpack and joined Caden and Nathanael as they walked toward the office door. “Thanks for everything. We’ll be in touch soon.”
Agent Zarkou walked them to the outer door. The group stepped out into the warm sunshine, turned right, and started toward the parking lot. Pop. The car windshield in front of them exploded. Pop. Pop. A couple bullets bounced off the glass door to the FBI building and bounced across the sidewalk in front of Caden. Another whizzed past her ear as Caden grabbed her waist and pulled her to the ground. Nathanael hit the ground and rolled in time to see security swarm out of all the building’s exits like angry bees.
“Get us out of here,” she screamed.
Can’t port, too much security and security cameras. Caden’s words flowed through her mind.
Security officers yanked them to their feet and hustled them back into the building. Agent Zarkou shoved open the door quickly pulling them inside.
“What the hell?” Zarkou looked accusingly at Nat.
“Don’t know. Didn’t see any one. Apparently, someone knew we were here. Got a leak in your office?”
A little more about AN ANGEL’S UNINTENTIONAL ENTANGLEMENT–
Fallen warrior angel, Caden Silverwind, lives alone in Colorado’s rugged Rockies, healing from physical wounds as well as the mental anguish suffered during battles with dark demons. Then he finds a woman barely clinging to life after a horrendous beating. He is not prepared for the entanglement she brings to his life, nor the feelings she awakens in him.
Bureau of Indian Affairs Agent, Mystic Rayne’s personal dilemma and assignment nearly gets her killed. Divine intervention is a complication she never expected and her growing attraction to Caden is undeniable. Can she trust him with her secret?
Their quest to uncover her attacker takes them from the pristine mountains in Colorado to the wilds of Wyoming. Along the way, they find answers which may place them in more danger. Determined to solve the mystery, they must also navigate their feelings and fears to find love and unite heaven and earth.
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Vanilla With a Twist by Peggy Jaeger
Give a warm welcome to Peggy Jaeger, author of Vanilla With A Twist. Part of The Wild Rose Press’s new fun summer series One Scoop or Two! Love ice cream don’t you?
Hey Peggy, I see you’ve brought guests with you?
Yeah, they had a bit of time to kill so here they are. Deacon Withers, hero and Tandy Blakemore, heroine and ice cream shop owner, from Vanilla With A Twist
That’s wonderful!
Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Peggy and her Vanilla With A Twist. First Deacon, come on over here and lets talk.
Tells us about the real you— I’m so boring it’s not even funny. Basically, I work. And I work. And I travel for work, and then work some more. Not a lot of free time for anything else like relationships or fun. I started my own engineering firm ten years ago and it’s grown so rapidly that all I do now is travel to meet with clients. I miss the days when I could make things hands-on, figure problems in a design out, or even just tinker.
Tell us three things we’d find if we looked under your bed? Dust, one slipper because I can’t find the other one, a dog earred copy of A Clockwork Orange that I start reading every year and never finish.
……What makes you laugh out loud? Slapstick comedy and really good, thoughtful puns. The kind you need to think about for a second and then go, yeah.
……What makes you angry? Physical, mental, and emotional violence of any kind, to any one.
What event in your past has left the most indelible impression on you? I can remember it like it was yesterday, which – I’ve always heard – is a sure sign you’re getting old. Haha. I was seven and my mother’s vacuum cleaner went on the fritz. She called my father at work and told him he had his work cut out for him when he got home. Well, that night, I sat on the bench in his workroom in the basement of our house and watched as he took the entire thing apart. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what was wrong, so he gave up, scooped me up to get ready for bed and told my mother he’d deal with it on his next day off. I always woke up before my parents did, so the next morning I snuck down into the basement to play with the fascinating parts my father had disassembled. By the time my folks woke up and came looking for me I had the motor back together and the vacuum was once again working. From that day forward anything that broke in our house was immediately given to me to fix.
What do you most value? Honesty and hard work.
…..What do you sleep in at night? A bed. And that’s all I’m saying.
What is the type of woman you want to spend the rest of your life with? I hadn’t considered this question fully before now, but I’d like to think the one I’m in love with. Feisty, strong willed, smart and with a backbone of steel. All that fiery red hair and freckles don’t hurt either.
What do you consider most important in life? Having a purpose and feeling as if you’re making, or have made, a difference in the lives of others. Everything else that comes along falls from this.
What is your biggest secret? You really don’t think I’m going to share that, do you?
It’s always worth a try! You’d be surprised at what people will reveal. LOL
Step on over her Tandy, It’s your turn in the barrel, so as to speak.
Who are you really? Just a small town girl who faced poor decisions straight on and lived to fight another day. That sounds way better than a farm girl who got pregnant at sixteen and never had a chance to leave her small time life.
Tell us three things we’d find if we looked under your bed? A box of my son’s old report cards, some dust resembling tumbleweeds and a plastic container of the past six years’ worth of receipts.
……What makes you laugh out loud? Slapstick comedy like the Marx brothers and old back and white RomComs.
……What makes you angry? Conceit, arrogance, and people who think they are better than you are simply because they had more advantages in life. And bill collectors, although I think those make me more anxious than angry.
……What do you sleep in at night? Old t-shirts and sweat pants.
Who were the biggest role models in your life? My only role model was my grandmother Blakemore. She was born and bred a farm girl, married a dairyman, and then helped my granddad build up a successful dairy farm business all the while keeping hearth and home alive. She never suffered fools, called a spade a spade and was loyal to a fault with her family. From her I got my excellent math skills and I learned at her knee how to make the best tasting ice cream in the world, using our family cow’s milk and cream.
What kind of man do you want to spend the rest of your life with? Until recently I thought I’d never have a lifelong man to call my own. So I’d have to say the one who sauntered into my shop one sunny July day and stole my heart when he fixed all my broken machines for free. He’s smart, kind, well mannered ( much more than me) really listens to a person and doesn’t think five steps ahead of what he wants to say, but hears you out. Plus, he’s got all that tall, rangy good looking stuff going on, so there’s that.
What kind of man would you never choose? Self absorbed, mean tempered and boring. I don’t care if he was is rich as all get out and I’d never have to work another day in my life. I’m not wasting my time with anyone with those qualities.
What is most important to you in life? Financial stability and making sure my son gets the educational advantages I didn’t, like college.
What is your biggest fear? Bankruptcy.
Peggy, Tell us a little about writing Vanilla With A Twist. Was it fun or difficult? Do your characters always act as you expect? Are you a plotter, or fly (write) by the seat of your pants?
When the Wild Rose Press put out the call for a new summer series dealing with ice cream in all forms, I just knew I had to submit something. A small town romance with an older couple had been dancing around in my head for a while and once this storyline was made public, I knew what I wanted to write. It took a single day to plot it all out and another to find my character lookalikes on Pinterest. ( you can see that page here: https://www.pinterest.com/peggyjaeger/vanilla-with-a-twist/
Within 3 weeks the first draft was done, another week to polish, and then I submitted and received a contract in less than a month.
Peggy, tell us about Vanilla With A Twist.
Tandy Blakemore spends her days running her New England ice cream parlor, single-parenting her teenage son, and trying to keep her head above financial water. No easy feat when the shop’s machinery is aging and her son is thinking about college. Tandy hasn’t had a day off in a decade and wonders if she’ll ever be able to live a worry-free life.
Engineer Deacon Withers is on an enforced vacation in the tiny seaside town of Beacher’s Cove. Overworked, stressed, and lonely, he walks into Tandy’s shop for a midday ice cream cone and gets embroiled in helping her fix a broken piece of equipment.
Can the budding friendship that follows lead to something everlasting?
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A sneak peek between the page of Vanilla With A Twist:
For a few moments, she regarded him with a look his mother would have called insightful. The corners of her eyes narrowed, she dipped her chin a hair, and she pulled her mouth into another appealing pout he was tempted to kiss.
“I bet,” she said after a long, drawn-out sigh, “you were the kind of kid who took apart clocks and fans and vacuum cleaners to see how they worked.”
“It was more washing machines and lawn mowers and anything with a motor, but yeah. I was.”
She shook her head, her own lips forming a lopsided grin. “Your poor mother.”
“She survived.”
Tandy rolled her eyes and shot her hands to her hips. “So it’s working again?” She thrust her chin at the ice cream machine.
“For now.”
“Okay, well, I can live with for now. And you think you know the real reason it’s been acting up?”
“I definitely do. But like I said, the water to the machine needs to be shut off to fix it.”
“Okay. Well, we close at nine.”
“I’ll come back a little before then. Get things ready. Is that okay with you?”
“I guess it’ll have to be.” She bit down on the inside of her cheek as her brows pulled together. “And you’re sure you want to do this?”
“If I weren’t, I wouldn’t offer, Tandy.”
Why her reluctance to have him help was such a turn-on was something he considered while he waited for his ice cream.
About the Author:
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??!”
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It was wonderful having you with us today. Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with Vanilla With A Twist!
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