 The holiday season has a way of stirring up nostalgia, doesn’t it? I find myself cherishing the magic of Christmas more than ever, and I’d love to share a slice of that joy with you. Back in the day, Christmas was simple yet enchanting. Our decorations weren’t just objects—they were stories. Each ornament on our tree, a modest pine we’d pick out together, had a tale to tell. Homemade garlands, shimmering tinsel, and twinkling lights turned our living room into a wonderland of love and laughter. The kitchen? That was the heart of our holiday home. The smells of baking pies and roasting turkey mingled with the laughter of everyone pitching in, making the season as warm as the oven that baked those treats. Gifts weren’t about price tags but about the care and thought behind them. A handmade scarf, a carved trinket—each gift was a treasure because of the love it carried. Fast forward to today, and while the world feels a little faster and flashier, the true spirit of Christmas hasn’t changed. It’s still about love, connection, and creating memories that last a lifetime. That’s the heartbeat of my holiday novel, A Mother for Christmas, a story I’m thrilled to share with you--absolutely free for a limited time. Set in a charming Victorian house in St. Augustine, A Mother for Christmas is filled with love, mystery, and the magic of the season. Sophie, the spirited protagonist, reminds us that life’s most unexpected moments often bring the greatest joy. So, as you deck the halls, bake cookies, or simply enjoy quiet moments with loved ones, remember the heart of Christmas. It’s not about the hustle or the glitter. It’s about the love we give, the memories we make, and the magic that ties it all together. From my heart to yours, may your holidays be filled with joy, peace, and plenty of stories to treasure. Merry Christmas! With love, Jackie XoXo Grab A Mother for Christmas at your Favorite Book Retailer
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 Fans and readers have asked dozens of questions about Lottie, who in hindsight took over the novel. So, I've returned to The House on Persimmon Road in late Spring, not as a writer, but as a guest. Wearing an apron, the bib straight-pinned to her cotton house dress, and a pleasant expression, Lottie welcomed me into the house. The grand hall seemed larger than I recalled. The old floors gleamed, the walls painted a rich cream. I asked what changes Tucker and Justine had made. Lottie opened a door on the south wall. "This was my linen room. Now it's an indoor bathroom. Can't even hang my herbs to dry in season. Used to have lavender, mint, sage, marigold, and such." The dining room was still converted into an office. I glanced in as we passed the open door. The room was modernized with state-of-the-art computers and all sorts of electronic gadgets. In the kitchen the old farm sink was filled with green tomatoes. A hand-turned grinder stood on the counter along with dozens of canning jars, a gallon of vinegar, and a bowl of salt. Lottie poured me a huge glass of sweetened iced tea. "You can sit, but I got to keep at it. I'm canning pickle relish." "It's quiet," I noted. "Where is everybody?" "Justine and Agnes are at a Girl Scout camp with Judy Ann. An overnight. Tucker, Wheeler, and Pip are fishing up on Dog River. Pauline is off with her high-falutin' friends on ghost tours in Savannah and Charleston. As if there is any such thing. What questions do you have? I already explained all I know about being betwixt and between." "You may not believe it, but most of your fans don’t know what it means to dobe a roast." "Law! You're trickin' me, Jackie. Every woman ever lifted a fork knows how to dobe a roast." "Not in the twenty-first century, they don't. Or how to make pickle relish out of green tomatoes, either." Lottie put the first batch of ground tomatoes in a huge bowl, stirred in two tablespoons of mustard seeds, sprinkled the lot with a half-cup of salt, then wiped her hands on her apron. "I best have a glass of tea myself," she said and sat across from me, her brow wrinkled in angst. "You puttin' how to dobe a roast in another book?" "No, I'm just going to write an article about it." "Well...back in the early days, we didn't have store bought beef or pork. We butchered those animals ourselves. Or a neighbor did and you traded for a haunch. You wash that roast good and dry it. If it was wild game like a turkey hen, wild boar, or venison, you ground up mustard seeds and rubbed it all over. I allus poked a few cloves in my wild game. Next you take a good quality lard and rub it all over the meat and let it set for an hour. Then you dobe it with flour. That means you roll the roast in it. Wheat flour is best, but a fine ground corn meal will do. Next you brown the roast all over in a good hot pan of lard. I allus baked my roasts in a clay baking brick. Henry Watson made the best brick oven dish. I don't know where mine got to. Probab'ly stolen during The war, right along with my pigs. That's how you dobe a roast. Nowadays, you can use mustard right out of a jar, and Justine swears by olive oil. But when I put up a fuss, she'll buy a pound of lard at Publix. Hog lard makes the best biscuits. Anything else? I got to get my canning done." "One more question, if you don't mind. How did you keep up with war news?" "Why the Mobile Register, 'course. Came up on the mail boat. Listed all our men folks kilt. That's how I found out Elmer was gone over to the Red River Campaign in Louisiana. We didn't have roads or mail delivery like today. Mail boat brought the newspaper, ice blocks in sawdust, spices, and sometimes the scissors and notion man. Elmer kept our knives sharp, but he was a fair mess when it came to my scissors. The captain would sound the horn when he was coming up river, and folks just go down to our docks up and down the river. 'Course after the Union blew up Fort Morgan, that was the end of any fair-sized boat slipping up river." Lottie moved back to the sink and started grinding more green tomatoes. I took the hint. "Thank you for having me. I appreciate it." I still had a bevy of questions, but thought it best not to push my luck. "If I get any more questions from your fans and readers, would you mind if I came back?" "I might. How nosy are those folks?" "They're just curious. But mostly they're eager to learn how people lived in those early days. What they wore for everyday clothes, how they shopped and what was essential for everyday living. Maybe you could talk about a day in the life of Lottie Mae Roberts. Or how you and Elmer spent time in the days before the war." "I best give it some thought and talk to Justine, too. " "I'll email her in a few days." Lottie saw me to the front door and, once I was on the porch, latched the screen. "Don't knock over the mailbox backing out," she called. Oh, that poor mailbox. Both Agnes and Pauline had run over the thing while learning to drive. I hope on my next visit I will see the rest of the family and learn how each is doing. Today was a good start. Hope y’all enjoyed this visit with Lottie! If you want to see Lottie in action, The House on Persimmon Road is on sale for $0.99 this week only! All my best, Jackie XoXo Love, Laughter, and Ghosts in this Sweet Contemporary Romance!
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 Hello, dear readers, It’s Jackie here, coming to you with a heart full of stories and a lifetime of experiences that I've poured into every book I’ve written. As I sit in my writing nook, surrounded by the quiet hum of life and the whispers of characters old and new, The Sheriff's Woman holds a special place in my heart, not just for the tale it tells but for the journey it represents. At eighty-three, I’ve seen the world change in countless ways, yet the essence of human emotion, the complexity of relationships, and the quest for love remain timeless. Set against the backdrop of the serene Ozark Mountains, The Sheriff's Woman is a narrative that unfolds the life of Rachel Cameron, a woman who chooses solitude in the wake of personal loss, striving to shield her children from gossip and shame. But her quiet life is challenged by the determined Sheriff Garrett Stark, a man who has long harbored feelings for Rachel. Garrett, an ex-Marine and a steadfast bachelor, believes it's time for Rachel to step out of the shadows and embrace life again, with him by her side. Their story is one of conflict, passion, and a deep-seated desire for connection. Rachel’s reluctance and Garrett’s persistence weave a tale that speaks to the heart's resilience and the courage required to open up to love again. This novel, dear friends, is for those who have faced adversity, who have sheltered their hearts, yet dare to dream of a love that reignites the soul. The reviews have been wonderfully heartwarming! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "A Wholesome Hometown Tale to Warm Your Heart!" – A sentiment that echoes the essence of what I hoped to capture. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "A beautiful, clean, lovely story of romance and life in a small town." – Indeed, it’s a celebration of life’s simplicity and the beauty of human connection. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Lively dialogue. Engaging plot. Endearing characters" – Each element carefully crafted to bring you into the world of Rachel and Garrett, making their journey yours. I believe in the power of stories to heal, to connect, and to uplift. The Sheriff's Woman is my invitation to you – to step into a world where love conquers, where the human spirit prevails, and where a second chance at happiness is just around the corner. Let yourself be carried away to the Ozark Mountains, to a small homestead where life’s complexities are met with courage and love. And when you turn the last page, I hope you carry a piece of Rachel and Garrett’s story with you, a reminder of the enduring power of love. With warmth and affection, Jackie Weger XoXo A little more about The Sheriff's Woman and where you can download it!
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 I've just turned eighty-three. That's right, 83. And let me tell you, these old bones have seen many moons and written many a tale. In the illustrious world of romance novels, I've been around the block more times than the neighborhood stray cat! In the past three decades, the face of romance writing has changed more than my prescription glasses! You see, when I started, my biggest worry was keeping the typewriter ribbon fresh. Now, I've got a nifty device called a computer, which apparently has nothing to do with making coffee. Go figure! Writing romance in the '90s? It was all about long flowing hair, heaving bosoms, and tall, dark, mysterious strangers. These days, it’s about kick-butt heroines who run their own companies, save the world, and whip up a mean gluten-free vegan meal all before the second chapter. The internet came along, and our characters stopped sending letters, and started texting each other instead. I had to learn a whole new language for that. OMG, it’s BRB, LOL, and TTYL now. It took me three months to realize that "LOL" doesn't stand for "Lots of Love." The times, they are a-changin'! The once delicate dance of courtship in my early novels has given way to swipe rights and dating apps. My heroes used to climb balconies; now they just slide into DMs. How less poetic, but oh, so much easier on the knees! There's a whole universe of sub-genres I never saw coming. Who would have thought we'd be swooning over werewolves, vampires, and time-traveling highlanders? And don't get me started on those billionaire bad boys and their charming antics! But hey, don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining about these changes, not one bit. Because beneath the LOLs, the swiping, and the supernatural, the heart of romance hasn't changed. It's still all about that sweet tug at your heartstrings, the flutter in your stomach, and the yearning for a happily ever after. So, here I am, eighty-three years young, still writing, still learning, and most importantly, still believing in the magic of love. And I have to admit, navigating the modern quirks of romance has been a hoot! Here's to another year of embracing change and creating stories that make hearts throb, no matter how old they might be. After all, romance, much like a fine wine, only gets better with age. Till then, my lovelies, LOL (and I do mean Lots of Love)! Jackie Weger Now that you know what I write... May I suggest a way to read three of my favorite books for one low price? And hundreds of thousands of more books, too! For a limited time, the Almost Perfect Series is available to read free with a Kindle Unlimited subscription! Don't have Kindle Unlimited? Learn more and/or sign up for a Free Trial Here! Three men, seductive as sin and living single, meet three strong women passionate about life, loving, and family, who will change their lives forever…  |
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