Peggy Jaeger has been a lifelong lover of words. Her favorite Christmas present when she was 8? A Dictionary. She has won numerous short story, literary, and non-fiction awards, has had 2 children's books published and has been included in the Chicken Soup For Every Mother's Soul Anthology. She writes in her attic loft in her home in New Hampshire when she is not painting or cooking. website | facebook | twitter | pinterest
I love the happily ever after mind-set, so I felt writing romances was the best way to express that. My newest book, There's No Place Like Home was written after Skater's Waltz, because I wanted to continue on with the same family I wrote about in the first book. This is the story of Moira Cleary and her life long friend Quentin Stapleton. I got the idea for the story because I wanted to explore how a friendship could evolve into something more. These two have known each other since birth -truly. Their parents are best friends. They have an entire lifetime of shared memories, experiences and life events. I wanted to see how they would do as love interests. And I am thrilled with the results!
There's No Place Like Home
The Wild Rose Press
Symphony pianist Moira Cleary comes home after four years of touring, exhausted, sick, and spiritually broken. Emotional and psychological abuse at the hands of someone she trusted has left her gaunt, anxious, and at a crossroads both professionally and personally.
Moira’s best friend, veterinarian Quentin Stapleton, wants nothing more than to help Moira get well. Can his natural healing skills make it possible for her to open her heart again? And can he convince her she’s meant to stay home now with the family that loves her - and with him - forever?
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EXCERPT
“Remember when your cousin Tiffany got married in the backyard here?”
Confused, Moira nodded.
Quentin rubbed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “When the Reverend told Cole ‘you can kiss your bride,’ and he swooped her off the ground, spun her around and kissed her silly? Remember what you said?”
“I think I said it was the most romantic thing I’d ever seen.”
He nodded. “The exact quote was, ‘I hope someone kisses me like that some day.’”
Her grin was quick at the memory. “Pat snorted and said I’d better be satisfied with licks from the horses and Rob Roy because no guy was ever gonna kiss me.”
“He wasn’t known for tact back then.” He rubbed a hand down her back as he held her. “Remember what happened later on behind the barn?”
Because she did, she couldn’t stop the heat from spreading up her face like wildfire. When she nodded again, he said, “You wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed like that and since I was your best friend, you thought I should be the one to do it, because you – quote - felt safe with me – unquote.”
“What was I? Eleven?”
“Thirteen. And I was more than willing. Almost broke my heart in two when you said afterward, ‘I don’t see what all the fuss is about.’”
“Q—”
“Hush.” He kissed her forehead. “Ever since that day, all I’ve wanted is a second chance. Now,” he pulled her body closer, wrapped both arms around her small waist, his hands resting just above the dent in her spine. “We’re both a little older, a little more mature. Some of us are much more experienced—”
“And conceited.”
“Experienced,” he said, the laugh in his voice quiet and seductive, “and things can be so much better.”
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