Cover Reveal! Mistletoe, Mobsters, and Mozzarella

Today I am thrilled to share the Cover Reveal for the newest book from one of my
favorite authors,

Peggy Jaeger!

Mistletoe, Mobsters, and Mozzarella

Isn’t it gorgeous?! I can’t wait to read it!


Finding a body in the freezer of the family deli isn’t the way Madonna San Valentino planned to start her day.

Adding insult to injury, the investigating detective is the one guy she’s never been able to forget. After seven minutes of heaven in the back seat of his car when they were teenagers, Tony Roma skipped town without so much as a thanks for the memory.

Just when Madonna thinks the present situation can’t get any worse, Tony is ordered to go undercover at the deli to ferret out a killer. Forced to work together, she vows to keep their relationship cool and professional. But with the sexy, longing looks he tosses her at every turn, Madonna’s resolve is weakening.With Christmas drawing closer and Tony’s investigation taking an unexpected turn, Madonna is at her wit’s end. Can she really be falling for him again? And will he wind up leaving her broken hearted and alone like the last time?

It’s the perfect holiday gift for you and your romance loving friends!

And you can pre-order now!


Peggy is amazing! And funny.
You should follow her! Really!
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Enjoy! And thanks for stopping by!

Cover Reveal! Where Birds Fly: The Sculptor

I am so excited to share the cover for,

Where Birds Fly: The Sculptor

Book 1 in The New York Artists Series…After Dark!

What is The New York Artists Series…After Dark?

For those who’ve asked for darker subject matter and stronger tension, these books are for you! They’re standalone, told in first-person, with steamy scenes and high-tension.

When is, Where Birds Fly: The Sculptor, available?

October 9th, 2020! But presale orders will be available soon.

What’s the story about?

On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, Kimberly Rayne, “O,” moves to New York City to take her shot at becoming the painter she’s always dreamed she could be. But her desires run deeper; this is O’s chance to finally be with the one man she has loved since she was twelve years old, her older sister’s best friend and world-famous sculptor, thirty-eight-year-old, Douglas Craven.

For all those years “Cray” had never thought of himself as anything more than a mentor to O. Why would he? She was just an extremely talented kid who needed guidance. But lately, he can’t even look at her without thinking more…

Driven by his demons and taboo feelings, Cray sinks deeper into darkness. Terrified of a past that haunts her, O controls her life by abusing diet pills. As their lives plummet downward, they find their paths are inextricably linked. But can Cray ever overcome his oppressive guilt and have a life with O? And will O ever end her self-sabotage to be with Cray and become the artist they both know she can?


Like all of my novels, they are slice-of-life, contemporary, real-feeling, and The New York Artists Series and New York Artists Series…After Dark, are heavy on the romance! 18+ only

What about The New York Artists Series?

There are currently 3 books in The New York Artists Series:

Summer of Irreverence: The Rock Star
To Be or Not To Be: The Actors
The Risk of Happiness: The Punk Rocker

Where Birds Fly: The Sculptor, will be available for presale soon!

Thanks for stopping by!

On the Eighteenth of May – Blog Tour! And GIVEAWAY!

Today on the blog, I’m happy to feature,

On the Eighteenth of May,

by author, Jordan R. Samuel!

Blog Tour! plus Excerpt!

On the Eighteenth of May

by: Jordan R. Samuel

Genre: Adult/YA crossover – Romance/Mystery
Release Date: March 2020


On the evening of the eighteenth of May, a young woman named Cass walks alone into a small village with the intent to stay for exactly one year. Cass soon meets two precocious children, a caring and generous business owner, and the Chief of Police from the neighboring town. Family and loss are parts of many of their stories, and while these people, as well as others, attempt to know and help her, the history and troubled memories of what led Cass to this place begin to gradually unfold. As the potential for love and the pathway for healing become clearer, the date of departure approaches. Cass and those around her will be forced to decide how forcefully they are willing to hold on: to the past, to the pain, and to the person.

On the Eighteenth of May is the story of the people and events that are interwoven throughout Cass’ journey and her life. It is a story that examines the true test of strength in the deepest depths of sorrow, as felt by the human heart. It is a story that explores the perceived helplessness of those within the support structure, and the extent to which those we love can hinder or accelerate the healing process. Finally, it is a story that reminds us of the overwhelming power of comforting influences in all of our lives, as our human souls struggle, against all odds, to survive.

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Excerpt from Chapter 1

She then noticed a clearing ahead, on the right, amongst the never-ending curtains of forestry that lined the road. She passed a particularly massive tree, with huge limbs and large leaves, and then caught sight of a splotch of white. It was a house, sitting alone atop a small hill and gleaming subtly in the muted moonlight. It looked abandoned and quiet, even starkly quiet compared to the vast silence around it. There was a dark bridge that led over the river and merged into a long winding driveway that led to the house. She glanced back up, and she knew…

This house is the most peaceful…in this place.

She took out the single piece of paper and pen from her backpack. Over the span of a few rushed moments she sketched out the little she could see under the growing canopy of darkness. She wanted to draw the house right away, for there was no predicting what awaited her tomorrow or whether she would actually even see this house again. She had not found it to live in it, or even to visit it. She needed only to know that it existed. She would have the drawing as a reminder. A reminder that there was peace,and it was here.

Upon completion of the drawing, which she determined was a fairly accurate depiction, she folded and tucked the paper safely into the right pocket of her shorts while advancing further into the town in whose borders she was now fully immersed. She did so in full darkness, with no visible creature in sight and no available lodging to be seen. She saw a playground ahead and finally allowed herself to accept the weariness that had been gradually creeping into her mind and joints. Her last memories of the day were a slide, the sound of crickets, and a makeshift backpack pillow.

About the Author
Jordan R. Samuel is a former public school teacher and administrator who enjoys her current work as an Assistant Professor of Education. She spends her days with her husband, John, and her three children as she teaches, studies and writes. She enjoys travelling immensely, and penned many parts of this particular story while relaxing in the beautiful mountains of North Carolina.


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Bye, Bye July

I learned years ago not to wish away time. We are lucky for every day we are given, and I am grateful. But yes, even in our most zen moments, there are days we would be happy not to repeat. Of course, they’re given to us for balance, or to learn something, but that doesn’t make them any more enjoyable.

Enter July.

Although I was born in the summer, August to be exact, I have never been a fan of the season. Most people I know think I’m crazy. They look forward to summer—the heat, the sun, the humidity, the endless days, the chlorine, the pool—the way I look forward to fall—the cool air, the colors on the trees, and the feeling of endless possibility.

July is my least favorite month. There are two things I appreciate about July, namely my husband’s birthday, and my girls being home from school, but that’s where my list ends. And this July in particular, with all of the challenges of 2020, has been difficult for most of us, whether we’re “summer people,” or not.

My goal here is not to wish away July, but rather, to celebrate the coming of fall. I have found that over this last week, despite the 95+ degree temperatures, I have secretly smiled to myself, feeling little zaps of excitement, knowing that this will pass. Soon.

This morning, on our walk, we found this leaf.

It’s not a particularly notable leaf, except its color and position (on the lawn) hold promise.  Summer and its oppressive heat will fade away to cooler temperatures, and the sun-scorched lawns will soon be covered by beautiful leaves.

I find this comforting, because it shows that this difficult time will also pass. For all of us. Yes, I am grateful for today, but I am thankful for the promise of an even better tomorrow.  

The Same Yoga Class, Every Day…

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During this pandemic, I discovered something interesting about my yoga practice. Not life-changing for sure, not important in the grand scheme of all that’s happening right now, but something that made me take notice.

Like many yoga teachers, before we were in quarantine and social distancing, I found myself teaching more than I was practicing. Because of this, I wasn’t reaping the benefits of yoga—stress reduction, better health and overall happiness. So now, while away from studio teaching, I decided to reevaluate my yoga practice, and in doing so, I realized I am drawn to practicing the same class over and over again.

This realization surprised me. During this time of being home and unable to partake in life as we once knew it, wouldn’t it make sense that we would want change? Something new? So, why am I craving repetition?  

 It seems that during times of high stress, like we’re in now, we sometimes need routine. We desire something we know—something we can count on. When we don’t know if there will be toilet paper or disinfecting wipes in the store, or when our kids will go back to school, or how we will ever heal as a society, it’s nice to know that if I roll out my mat, and pick out my favorite video, and drop into my breath, and follow my Low Lunge with a Crescent and then Warrior II…I’ll feel better every single time.  

Where else can you get that sense of security in our world today?

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Is doing the same yoga class every day the right practice for you? Like everything, that depends on you. I’m fortunate to have the knowledge to pause the video and add the poses I need for that day—whether for clarity, energy, balance, focus, whatever. Only you can decide if repetition brings you a sense of calming security, or if it drives you batty. And that holds true for your physical body. Make sure you’re conscious of your movements, and practicing in a way that doesn’t cause repetitive injuries.

Whatever you do for your practice, make sure you are safe and always check with a doctor before starting any new exercise routine. I hope your yoga journey brings you peace, clarity, and contentment in these incredibly trying times.


By now, I’m sure you’ve experienced the feeling of “Blursday.” It’s an odd feeling, not being sure what day of the week it is, but I’ve also found it can be incredibly empowering. Here’s how.

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When you’re tied to a schedule, school drop-offs and pick-ups, work, classes, Taco Tuesday, whatever it is for you, it becomes easy to fall into the trap of, “I didn’t get enough done today.” “Today” is clearly defined and has sharp edges. “Today” begins with walking the dog and two lunches being made (because we don’t order hot lunch on Thursdays). “Today” ends with Builders’ Club or cheering a game, late practice or a class, followed by dinner and homework. “Today” knows its boundaries. And those boundaries are immovable.

Blursday, on the other hand, has made it all one long day. Yes, we still have to meet work obligations that fall on certain days of the traditional week, but Blursday has changed the rules. Didn’t finish painting the kids’ rooms today? I’ll just sleep for a few hours and then jump right back in! Blursday is the rebellious hippie child who broke free of its authoritarian parents, Monday through Sunday.

I, personally, love Blursday.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m needed away from the computer. It seems Blursday may be having its moment, but “Dinnertime” is still nonnegotiable.

Beta Readers Needed!

I am in need of two additional Beta Readers for the next books in The New York Artists Series! Interested? I write real-feeling, slice-of-life books, heavy on the romance. 😍

What do you do?
Read the work before it goes to print.

Ideally, you’ve read one (or more!) of my past works and like my style.
You’ll read the new novel quickly – within a week if possible – and send back your thoughts: likes, dislikes, and even typos you may catch. The work comes in a PDF.
These books are steamy and full of tension so adults only please!
That’s it!

A GIFT for you!
As a thank you, you’ll receive one of these adorable “Ambassador of Love” mugs! 😁 Pictured here.

Interested? Please DM me on FB or Instagram and let me know!
Thanks! ❤️

How to reach me?

New Beginnings

A strange thing happened to me recently. If you know me or have been following my blog, you know I love and believe in yoga. I’m an experienced yoga teacher with over 500 hours of teacher training. I’ve worked in several studios and eventually became the manager of one.

But my yoga journey felt empty.

I won’t dwell on the reasons here, but I will say I got caught in the trap of doing yoga “right,” of being an “A” student, and craving the “honor roll” in yoga. What I learned was in doing this, I lost not only my yoga journey, but a bit of myself as well.

After playing U2’s, “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For,” until my family begged me to stop (and they like the song!), I decided to do something about it. To start on a new yoga journey. I’m going to dedicate a portion of this blog to that new journey. One that’s truthful and honest. It may not be pretty or Instagram-pose worthy, but it’s something I need to do for me. To see what I learn on the way.

I’d love it if you’d take the journey with me. Maybe your journey is yoga, or writing, or something else entirely. Comment, and tell me about something you’re approaching in a new way, or maybe exploring for the first time. I’d love to share the journey with you!

What We Put Our Attention on Grows.

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What we put our attention on grows.

This was the topic of my yoga class last Saturday, and that thought has been on my mind ever since.

If what we put our attention on grows, are we focusing on the right things?

For the new year, this is my plan: To put my attention on what I want to grow and not what I don’t.  Simple, right?

But what are those things, and how do we decide what we truly want to grow?

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Decide what matters to you. What really matters. Not what pays the bills or makes other people happy. What moves your soul and makes you want to get out of bed in the morning.

For me, the first is easy. My girls. A no-brainer. They already are the focus of my attention and effort, so I feel confident that they receive the majority of my attention.

From there, the list becomes murky.

I’m sure your day is packed, like mine, and much of it is spent on putting out fires. I’m also sure you, like me, are on the very bottom of our to-do lists. So how do we move ahead?

With little steps and no judgement. So rather than thinking, “I don’t spend enough time on…” think: “I’m going to spend more time on…” Remove the negative.

I’m going to spend more time alone with my husband. Doing things we enjoy—like an escape to the movies, or sitting at the sushi bar sharing avocado and smoked salmon rolls. (Now all I want is sushi… 😉 )  

I’m going to spend more time taking yoga classes. As a teacher and studio manager, I work more than I practice. A lot more. Time to take more classes.

Finally, my writing. Sure I focus on commitments and meeting deadlines, but I’m going to focus on what I want to build as the next step in my career.

These are just a few places where I’m going to put my attention, knowing they will in turn, grow. What are those places for you?  

The Perfect Mushroom

A few days ago while walking the dog, I saw the perfect mushroom. It was all alone in a patch of Southern-Burnt-Grass, stark white, with a long stem and a perfectly formed bulbous top that was so elegantly crafted, it rivaled the dome of the 1964 World’s Fair in Queens. (I wasn’t born yet either, but if you Google the image it’s amazing!)

Finding the perfect mushroom is not incredibly exciting, especially when it’s not even edible. But still, I wanted to share this amazing feat of nature with my husband and girls. That silly mushroom gave me hope. Like the lotus, no matter what the conditions, nature can still rise above all.

Oddly, I didn’t have my phone. So I decided to snap a picture the next time.

The next day the mushroom looked even more impressive and its translucent top shone on a dark day. It made me smile, and forget pictures, I made a mental note to bring my girls back the next time.

The third day that darned mushroom stood strong against what felt like monsoon-like rain. I appreciated it, alone. I didn’t want to drag everyone out in the rain.

The fourth day it rested peacefully in the early morning shade. So I’d show them the mushroom after school.

On the fifth day, the mushroom was gone. And I had a gut reaction. Was it because I failed to take my family to see the perfect mushroom?

It wasn’t the mushroom that made my stomach ache, it was the knowledge that I was putting off until tomorrow what I should have done today.

Like my BIL who never found the time to try Indian Food before he passed at very young age, I just assumed there would be a chance to do it tomorrow.

How often do we do this? Maybe it’s a vacation, or maybe a new job. Maybe it’s embracing the life you want today. Before it’s too late.  

There’s never a “right time” or a “more sensible moment.” Life isn’t about waiting. Even with the fullest of schedules, we must create the time to do those things we were put on this earth to do, before those chances, like the mushroom, simply disappear.   

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