Mystery Author: Strong Women, Great Stories

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I write three series: The Loser Mysteries, The Dead Detective Mysteries & the Simon & Elizabeth (Tudor) Mysteries as well as stand-alones that offer readers "Strong Women, Great Stories."
These days I also answer to Maggie Pill, who writes a cozy sleuth series. Maggie is a lot like Peg, just younger, cooler, and funnier.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Welcome Joanne Troppello!

Today I'm pleased to introduce guest blogger Joanne Troppello, who writes inspirational and romantic suspense novels. She and her husband are Network Marketing Coaches and owners of Mustard Seed Marketing Group, LLC. They have several active blogs, and readers are encouraged to visit their Author's Corner Blog, a place for authors and readers to connect. They host various blog parties throughout the year where many guest authors stop by to meet with readers.

Please welcome Joanne with a like or a comment.

ALSO, this might be a good time to follow this blog (pegherring.blogspot.com)  if you haven't yet. It replaces my old blogs, "It's a Mystery to Me" and "MysterEbooks." Same content (book info, blog posts, and trivia quizzes), just all in one place and easier to find.














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Blurb: Sophie Baird is looking for a way to escape the painful reality of her parents' deaths. Unable to live in their home any longer, she takes a job as a live-in tutor to Anastasia Shipley to remove herself from her painful memories and the feeling that God has abandoned her. Anastasia has an illness that has prevented her from ever attending school and makes her father, Sebastian, over protective. When Sophie first meets Sebastian, she cannot deny the intense attraction she feels toward him. When an unexpected romance begins between them, she starts to rebuild her relationship with God, with the help of a certain little girl.


Excerpt:
Since Sebastian had given Anastasia a reprieve from schoolwork, Sophie had the rest of the day to herself. They’d just returned from their excursion to the park and Sophie was glad to be nice and cozy inside. Earlier, she had heard Anastasia’s giggles as she bantered with her grandfather. Apparently, they had been discussing which movie to settle in for that afternoon. She figured Sebastian and David had buried themselves under mounds of paperwork in the study. Left to her own devices, Sophie had taken a twenty-minute power nap. Now the restlessness set in and she decided to take a private tour of the London townhouse. Sebastian had given permission to explore to her heart’s content. However, she still felt like Belle from Beauty and the Beast and hoped her wanderings remained free of any hidden discoveries—like the Beast’s covered rose. 
Sophie stepped out of her room and began roaming through the upstairs hallway. She found a narrow staircase at the end of the hall, which looked like the passageway to the servants’ quarters of a bygone era. As she climbed her way to the top, she reached another doorway. Hoping it opened, she turned the knob. Cobwebs and dust met her senses and she coughed as she entered. Now she truly felt like Belle, ready for Sebastian to come up after her growling that she’d intruded on sacred family ground. 
Realizing she stepped into the attic, she moved slowly, groping for a light switch.  Noticing a string hanging from the ceiling, she pulled it. A single light bulb illuminated the room. She saw at once that she’d come upon a treasure trove of family heirlooms and memories. Sensory overload halted her progress and then a large, worn-looking brown leather book caught her eye. Gingerly stepping on the floor boards, she mentally thanked the person that had placed the wooden planks across the rafters.
Sophie reached for the book and opened the cover, as dust filled her nostrils, causing her to sneeze. One by one, she began slowly turning the faded pages and saw a younger version of Alexander and, she assumed, his wife. Continuing to peruse the book, she noticed their two young sons. As she reached the middle pages, she observed Sebastian on his wedding day. Sophie gasped—she already thought he was handsome—but in the photo, his happiness shone through. Suddenly overwhelmed and saddened for all that he and his daughter had lost when Katherine passed away, she started tearing up. Closing the book, she held it to her chest. She wanted to find love someday with someone, hopefully Sebastian—like he had shared with his wife.  

1 comment:

  1. Peg, thank you for featuring my book today. :)

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