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Peggy Jaeger’s DIRTY DAMSELS ( DotComGirls Series Book 1)

Please help me welcome the talented Peggy Jaeger with her intriguing new release!

DIRTY DAMSELS ( DotComGirls Series Book 1)

This isn’t your childhood version of Cinderella, folks, but a 2019 retelling of the fairy tale with a few modern twists.

Ella Jones is the CEO of an exclusive cleaning company titled DIRTY DAMSELS. With a $150,00 business loan and a sound business plan, Ella’s company has grown in leaps and bounds since she first started it in college. You know you’ve made it in the business world when someone wants to acquire what you’ve built, and now Ella’s fighting a corporate takeover. As she fights for her company, she also fighting not to lose her heart to the one person who could take everything she’s worked for away.


When I first saw Cynderella all covered in soot in that sexy maid uniform, I knew I wanted to be her Prince.

She’s a small and savvy businesswoman who’s built her cleaning company from the ground up. But now that Dirty Damsels is booming, I’ve been hired to arrange a hostile takeover.

But the temptation of having her was too much to ignore… We ended up spending one night together—a night neither of will forget. Now, I want more. I need more. I want to spend every night, skin-on-skin, with my beautiful Ella.

Problem is, when she finds out who I really am, she’ll never forgive me.


The bathroom door opened.

In his tailored suit he’d been impressive and striking. With a white bulky towel wrapped around his waist, and the humidity in the bathroom sluicing off his damp torso, he was downright magnificent. Those wide and solid shoulders tapered down into biceps I could tell regularly attended a gym with him, and then into forearms corded with strong sinew and veins.

“I-I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I’m almost done. I’m sorry.” I blushed again and I cursed my fair skin. But really, how could I not blush and stutter when faced with this unbelievable specimen of hotness standing five feet away from me, all wet and hard muscled and gorgeous?

He moved like a panther across the rug, soundlessly stalking, as if playing with his prey, until he came to the opposite side of the bed.

He took one corner of the sheet in his hand and yanked it. “Do you have enough on your side?”

Speech was impossible because I knew I’d start blabbering again, so I nodded and tucked the sheet under the mattress.

“Hospital corners.” He nodded and then mimicked my motions. “I love a tight sheet.”

I couldn’t help but stare at the way his biceps swelled when he lifted the mattress as if it weighed nothing, and shot the sheet under it. Nor could I forgo glancing at the thick mat of black hair crisscrossing from one side of his pecs to the other and then down, disappearing below the towel. And I’d have to have been struck blind and stupid – which I’m neither – not to notice and admire the trim, tight waist and abdomen the towel was securely wrapped around.

At least I prayed it was securely wrapped.

I grabbed the comforter, shook it out and he helped me place it over the bed.

“Toss me one of those,” he commanded when I grabbed a pillow and began tugging the case on.

He caught both in midair.

The bed made, I turned to tell him about the platter of food, but stopped before the words could leave my throat. He’d moved without a sound again, coming to stand so close to me I could smell the citrus scent of the soap he’d used wafting off his body.

He placed a hand on my shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. I swear my body temperature went up ten degrees. I figured by now I resembled one of those cartoons where the character’s head turns beet red and then explodes upward.

“Thanks, Cinderella.” A devilish grin tripped across his tired face. “But I need to crash now, so…”

I truly could have stood there for the rest of the afternoon basking in his hotness, but I got the hint.

I nodded and made one last visual sweep of the room.

“Do you want me to close the blinds?” I asked, turning back just in time to see him drop the towel and slide – gloriously naked – into the freshly made bed.

Holy Mother of God. The man had a butt made for grabbing. Two perfect, round, and tight cheeks dipped from that narrow waist, leading downward to two thick and powerful thighs. Since his back was to me he didn’t notice my jaw hanging open  to my knees while he burrowed under the comforter.

“Mmm…sure. Thanks, Cinderella.”

Even half asleep his voice made my heart skip a few beats and my girlie parts go zing.


Buy links:

Amazon: Exclusive to KU readers for free

Kindle version: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07TBBPHM8

Print Version: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1640348409


Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance writer who writes Romantic Comedies about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them. If she can make you cry on one page and bring you out of tears rolling with laughter the next, she’s done her job as a writer!

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, she 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’s created the families she wanted as that lonely child.

When she’s not writing Peggy is usually painting, crafting, scrapbooking or decoupaging old steamer trunks she finds at rummage stores and garage sales.

A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, Peggy is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter.

As a lifelong diarist, she caught the blogging bug early on, and you can visit her at peggyjaeger.com where she blogs daily about life, writing, and stuff that makes her go “What??!”

Social Media links:

Website/Blog: http://peggyjaeger.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/peggy_jaeger

Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00T8E5LN0

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Peggy-Jaeger-Author/825914814095072?ref=bookmarks

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BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/peggy-jaeger

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Never Before Seen Footage of My Critique Meeting with Kathy L Wheeler

Today, Kathy L Wheeler and I would like to invite you into the world of our Phantom of the Rewrites critique group. Kathy skewered featured me on her blog last week, so now it is my turn for revenge to return the favor.

Below, we share a glimpse of my critique of her upcoming final book in her Cinderella Series, The Price of Scorn – book iv (she writes under Kae Elle Wheeler for historicals, FYI).  The Price of Scorn is a unique and compelling story that tells the tale of Cinderella’s stepmother and how she came to be so evil.  (I mean, come on, you didn’t think she was born evil, did you?)

KLW: Alicia, was good to me on this last round. It was the second pass. So I’m throwing in a few of the ones she shared from Round 1 where she left little humorous comments along the way.


KLW: See what I mean?

Alicia: Great. So you’re telling everyone how old I am? (I’d better not complain. Since then, I have turned three and fifty).

KLW: So? It’s still not as old as me. I have to share something. Most everything you’ve noted needs fixing. There’s no conflict with anything you’ve pointed out. It’s irritating at best.

KLW:  See what I mean? Why the hell should Hilda care if her father is dead or not? The man was a monster. He killed her mother, leaving Hilda to a fate worse than death.

Alicia: True. I did good, didn’t I?

KLW:  **snicker** I see that the question is not really a question. Just a rhetorical statement. So the next piece I’m sharing is my own smart-alecky piece.


Alicia: Ha! I get it now. Wicked, yeah, I saw that once. (With you, actually. Although, I am not a Wicked connoisseur like you are. I am, however, a connoisseur of the wicked. Get it?)

KLW: Yes. Yes… I’m not that slow. Anyhow, as we previously established, I do love a bit of drama. Mostly of the theater variety.

Alicia: I concur. You are most definitely a lover of drama.

KLW: So basically, in conclusion. Alicia is a fabulous critique partner, a bit soft, unlike a more “blunt” me.  I’m not worried though. There will be much more slamming going on in the Martini Club 4 series, I’m pretty sure.

Alicia: Aw, shucks. Thanks! I wish I could be as blunt, maybe there just isn’t as much to be blunt about in yours? You are a fabulous critique partner as well! (Can you feel the love?).

Yes, lots of slamming to come. Dreading it. Looking forward to it!

Thanks, Kae Elle, for giving us a peek at your story before it was all polished and perfect.

Everyone, be sure to check out The Price of Scorn, available later this month (October). If you want to keep updated on Kae Elle’s books, be sure to follow her here…

Twitter: https://twitter.com/kathylwheeler

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/KathyLWheeler

Don’t you just love the cover?

KLWPrice of Scorn

BlurbDid you ever wonder why Cinderella’s Evil Stepmother was so mean?

Fourteen years after Esmeralda’s marriage to Alessandro, the birth of Pricilla’s son, Jean-Luc, and Prince Charming and Cinderella’s coronation as the King and Queen of Chalmers Kingdom, Hildegard Marit Benegnoir-Simmon-Roche lies upon her deathbed.

Hilda has never forgiven Cinderella for stealing Prince Charming from Esmeralda. But in a story of heartbreak, the sisters learn how tragedy and scorn shaped their mother’s life into the woman she became. The question is: Can the sisters forgive her?


Even Juliet had not perished by jumping to her death. That particular story tumbling through her mind in that moment sent shudder of terror over her. We are not lovers destined to death, she reassured herself. All she had to do was make it to the pond. Off Papa’s property. Then out of Alsace to the safety of Grenoble; all within the arms of Pierre.

“You,” her father spat. Hilda froze, squeezing her eyes shut. “You are responsible for her rebellious nature.” The menace from the foyer rose like an engulfing blaze poisoning the air.

The breath rushed from Hilda’s body, leaving her shaken. She chanced a glance below. Her father’s large form hovered, a threatening force over her mother’s slight one.

“Léonce, please—” Papa’s meaty fist shot out catching her mother’s chin, cutting her off. Her head snapped back and she fell to the floor in a heap.

Hilda froze, horrified by the sight of her mother’s lifeless body. A deadly silence filled the hall until the front door opened. Sepp stepped in, his shirt in tattered threads.

In his hand he held Hilda’s valise.


Bio:  Kathy L Wheeler (aka Kae Elle Wheeler) is a computer programmer and software expert by day. She is a member of several RWA chapters including The Beau Monde, DARA and has served several positions in OKRWA. She is an avid sports fan, theater buff, and loves to travel.

While The Price of Scorn – book iv is not available yet, its predecessors are. Click on the titles to be taken to the Amazon page.

The Wronged Princess – book i

The Unlikely Heroine – book ii

The Surprising Enchantress – book iii


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