Hello, Peggy Jaeger and Nanny Fee:
Peggy: Hi Linda. Thanks for having us visit today. Fiona’s been so excited for days since I told her we’d be coming here—
Nanny Fee : (her Irish brogue is thick and lyrical) I can speak for meself, lass. I don’t need a mouthpiece, if you don’t mind.
Peggy: ( Blushing furiously.) Sorry, Fee. Why don’t you tell Linda and her readers a little about yourself and your granddaughters.
Nanny Fee ( Beaming) Well now, there’s a subject I could wax on for hours, I tell ya. I love me girls. They’re t’ree of the grandest lasses you’ll ever find. ‘Course, it’s not wild I am about what their mother named them all. Cathleen, Colleen, Eileen, and Maureen. Ach, to be sure they sound a bit eeny meeny miney mo-ey, don’t they, now? Just to spite me daughter-in-law, I’ve always called the girls by number. Cathy was Number One because she’s was born first, wasn’t she? Then there’s Colleen. (Shakes her head and tsks.) There now, I’ve scarred the poor lass for life I have, by calling her Number Two in public since she was a babe. Then, Number Three, me poor, dead Eileen. Gone too young from the horrible breast cancer that took her. Her twin, Maureen, Number Four, is the quiet one of th’bunch. But ya know what they say about still waters and all. That’s me Mo for ya.
Peggy: Fee, I know Colleen has always hated her number moniker and you had some trouble with her when she was a kid, but I tend to think she’s your favorite.
Nanny Fee: (shakes her head and chuckles) Well now, she’d be a mite hard to convince of that, I’m sure. But I’ve a warm spot in me heart for her, t’is true. Treated horrible, she was, by that gobshite ex-fiance of hers, Voldemort—
Peggy: Vlad, Nanny, not Voldemort. And that’s just what Mo and Cathy call Harry, Vlad, because he treated Colleen so badly that they think he sucked her soul dry. Voldemort is someone else.
Nanny Fee: ( waves a gnarled hand in the air) Vlad, Voldemort, or Vinny, the man’s a total tool for what he did to me darlin’ girl. But we’ve got her home with us again, so all’s good. Her wedding planner business is top notch, isn’t’it now? Successful she is and I’m proud of her, I am. I just wish she could find’a fella to warm her heart…and her bed.
Peggy: (Blushing again), Yes, well, I think she’s got someone interested in her these days, but she’s fighting the attraction.
Nanny Fee: Ach, ya mean that lovely Slade Harrington, the brother of one of her brides, isn’t he? Tall and fair like me favorite film star Peter O’toole.
Nanny Fee: Well, now, I’ve seen the looks he tosses at me darlin’ Colleen, I have. Interested may be a tad tame for what he’s feeling, I t’ink. The man looks at my girl like she’s a buffet and he’s starvin’.
Peggy: (Nods) But Colleen doesn’t think she should get involved with him because he’s a client. She values her professional reputation and doesn’t want to do anything to tarnish it. Living in such a small community like Heaven, NH, tongues wag and gossip spreads.
Nanny Fee: ( waves that hand again like she’s swatting an annoying fly) Reputation, pshaw. Th’heart wants what it wants, lass. Colleen will figure that out, you can be sure. And Slade Harrington looks to be a determined man.
Peggy: Yes, he does. I guess we’ll have to sit back and watch what happens.
Nanny Fee: You can watch, darlin’ girl. I’ve a mind to take matters into me own hands.
Peggy: (Horrified) On, Fiona, please don’t interfere. Colleen would be mortified if—
Nanny Fee: (silences her with a glare) It’s me right as the lass’s grandmother and the person who loves her most in th’world to help t’ings along. T’isn’t interfering when it’s for someone ya love. You watch now. Those two will be together sure as me hair’s red.
Peggy: ( mumbling) not any more it isn’t. It comes out of a box. Two, in fact.
Nanny Fee: ( tilting her chin and strengthening her glare – no words are necessary.)
Peggy sighs: Well, Linda, thanks for having us today. I’ve got to get Nanny home now.
Nanny Fee: T’was a pleasure meeting you and I hope you get to meet my granddaughters one day, too. Lovely they are to be sure.
It was my pleasure having both of you on my blog. Come again!
Colleen O’Dowd manages a thriving bridal business with her sisters in Heaven, New Hampshire. After fleeing Manhattan and her cheating ex-fiancé, Colleen still believes in happily ever afters. But with a demanding business to run, her sisters to look after, and their 93-year-old grandmother to keep out of trouble, she’s worried she’ll never find Mr. Right.
Playboy Slade Harrington doesn’t believe in marriage. His father’s six weddings have taught him life is better as an unencumbered single guy. But Slade loves his little sister. He’ll do anything for her, including footing the bill for her dream wedding. He doesn’t plan on losing his heart to a smart-mouthed, gorgeous wedding planner, though.
When her ex-fiancé comes back into the picture, Colleen must choose between Mr. Right and Mr. Right Now.
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I stared at him for a moment, mulling over how I wanted to ask him what I’d been dying to ask since we’d been in my office.
Finally, because there was no other way to get around it but bluntly, I said, “I feel like we need to discuss your father. Come to a decision about where he fits in the wedding.”
When the warmth in his expression shifted to ice, a weaker-willed person might have stopped there. Since I’m not weak and my parents have always told me I have a real problem with knowing when to quit, I pushed on. “It seems to me as if Isabella wants him to be included. Whether in a father-of-the-bride role, or simply as a guest, I really do think she’d like him to attend, but, for whatever reason, she’s reluctant to press you on it.”
Did I say ice? What’s colder than ice? Because whatever it is, that was the expression floating in Slade’s eyes right then as he glared at me.
Warning bells blared in my head, but that thing about me not knowing when to quit? Yeah, it’s real.
“I think Isabella’s afraid of upsetting you if she tells you how she feels or asks your permission. She loves you so much and respects your opinion.”
“You don’t know anything about my sister. Or me.” He lowered his hands from his hips, kept them fisted at his sides. “Or our relationship with our father.”
“True, but I get the sense—”
He barreled over me as if I hadn’t said a word.
“You’ve been hired to do a job, Miss O’Dowd. I suggest you do it and keep your thoughts about my family to yourself. You’re a wedding planner, not a family counselor.” His voice dropped a level, deepening as it became softer. The cadence became clipped, the tone more…lethal.
If this was the way he acted in business, it was a wonder he hadn’t been convicted of corporate homicide yet.
“Look, I’m not asking simply to be nosy,” I said, my voice rising in opposition to his. “I really do have to plan all this out. There’s still the rehearsal and the dinner after it left to deal with. Then there’s the reception seating. Plus, if he is included, I’ll need to make sure he has a room, a tuxedo, and find out if he’s bringing a guest.”
“What aren’t you understanding about this, Miss O’Dowd?” Slade asked, taking a step toward me. If he’d thought to intimidate me with his height, he’d miscalculated. Retreat wasn’t a word in my lexicon. I simply lifted my chin and stared right back at him.
“I understand a lot more than you think, Mr. Harrington. About all sorts of things. Arrogant and pigheaded men included.”
When he continued to stand like a plank of wood in front of me, his mouth turning down and creasing the sides of his jaw, I knew—knew—I should stop.
Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance writer who writes about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them.
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, Peggy 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 has created the families she wanted as that lonely child.
Tying into her love of families, her children’s book, THE KINDNESS TALES, was illustrated by her artist mother-in-law.
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.
In 2013, she placed first in two categories in the Dixie Kane Memorial Contest: Single Title Contemporary Romance and Short/Long Contemporary Romance.
In 2017 she came in 3rd in the New England Reader’s Choice contest for A KISS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS and was a finalist in the 2017 STILETTO contest for the same title.In 2018, Peggy was a finalist in the HOLT MEDALLION Award and once again in the 2018 Stiletto Contest.
A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, she is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter.
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