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Nov 29th A Kiss Under the Christmas Lights, New Release by Peggy Jaeger!

REVIEW UPDATE: I grabbed a copy of A Kiss Under the Christmas Lights and sat down with a mug of hot Chocolate. Here’s what I thought.

Once again the San Valentino family is making me laugh out loud at their antics. From holiday festivals, funerals, church attendance and exploding diapers this is an entertaining novella. Gia is the youngest of a large, loud Italian family, who is trying to study for and pass her CPA tests, while helping out at the holiday festival.

She yearns for a husband and babies of her own. Yet the meddling, well-meaning relatives arranged dates do nothing for her love life. The man she is attracted to causes emotional turmoil because of a whopper of a misunderstanding. This is a fun, heartwarming holiday tale of great food, big families and true love. I highly recommend this holiday novella by Peggy Jaeger. Get your copy, curl up by the fireplace with a mug of hot chocolate and popcorn. Enjoy!

Happy holidays to all! Looking for Christmas reads? Give a big welcome to author Peggy Jaeger and her new holiday release A Kiss Under the Christmas Lights available today! So get settled in, grab an insulated mug. I’ve got hot cocoa, hot cider and coffee choose your pot, they’re labeled. Pick a Snicker-doodle and gingerbread cookie from the plate. Yep, I baked them myself. Lets see what A Kiss Under the Christmas Lights is all about. Thanks for joining us!

Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance novelist who writes about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them.

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Tell us a little about A Kiss Under the Christmas Lights.

With Christmas just a few weeks away, Gia San Valentino, the baby in her large, loud, and loving Italian family, yearns for a life and home of her own with a husband and bambini she can love and spoil. The single scene doesn’t interest her, and the men her well-meaning family introduce her to aren’t exactly the happily-ever-after kind.

Tim Santini believes he’s finally found the woman for him, but Gia will take some convincing she’s that girl. A misunderstanding has her thinking he’s something he’s not.

Can a kiss stolen under the Christmas lights persuade her to spend the rest of her life with him?

How about a sneak peek into A Kiss Under the Christmas Lights?

After an hour of helping people move supplies from cars, I passed by mama who was carrying a humongous plastic swaddled baby Jesus statue for the crèche when she called out, “The new guy is here.”

“Where?” I put down the ladder I’d been carting and looked in the general direction of where she’d pointed her chin since her arms were full of the Lord.

I found him in an instant. It wasn’t difficult because he was the only guy in the parking lot I didn’t recognize. Plus, he was dressed head to toe in basic clergy black. Black long sleeved shirt under a black vest over black trousers and standard issue shiny black boring priest shoes.

His back was to me and he was carrying a table, but after he put it down and turned around I got a good look at the front of him.

And Holy Mary, Mother of God, what a front he had.

Close cropped military style hair the color of wind blown wheat topped a head which stood – truly – head and shoulders above everyone else around. The guy had to be six-three at least. Sharp, etched cheekbones God cut with a knife, sat under deep and dark oval shaped eyes. His face was a composite of planes and angles, the carved cheeks meeting up with a chiseled-from-stone chin. Hardened concrete looked softer than this guy’s jawline. His nose was perfectly fixed in the center of his face, the slight aquiline bend at the tip bringing to mind Michelangelo’s David, the cupid’s bow under it well-defined and pronounced. Clean shaven, his mouth was full and thick and – God help me – looked utterly kissable.

I could tell even with the chunky vest covering his torso, he was closer to thin than stocky, but from the way his biceps pulled against his sleeves, he had some muscle to him.

And some pair of legs. They went on forever, from heaven to earth in a full, hard line.

I don’t know how long I stood there just gawking with my mouth open like an empty cannoli shell waiting to be filled, but I’m being truthful when I say I couldn’t move. My feet were frozen to the ground, my knees had locked, and my hips weren’t taking me anywhere soon.

This was one beautiful man.

The old masters would have used him as a springboard for their work, and I could actually picture him in a Botticelli fresco, garbed in Roman robes, lounging while naked, buxom-breasted chubby women fed him grapes and sweetmeats.

In the time it took for a hummingbird to flap its wings once, I pictured myself as one of those women.

Peggy, where can we find A Kiss Under the Christmas Lights? No people not an actually kiss, LOL the book. Unless of course Peggy is holding out on us. Sorry Peggy, i just couldn’t help myself. Holidays can make me loopy. <grin>

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Thank you so much for stopping by. I love holiday stories. Best of luck with A Kiss Under the Christmas Lights! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you! Check back often for more Holiday Release spotlights for your reading pleasure.