Sunday, May 21, 2017

Liza O'Connor shares more about the Six Sisters of Shame



Six Sisters of Shame
By
Liza O’Connor


Identical doesn’t mean the ladies are the same.

The six sisters may look exactly the same, but they are all very different in their likes and personalities. It also shows up in the clothes they wear.

All of these dresses are dresses for young women in 1892. I hunted them down out of hundreds and colored them.
The six sisters are named so you can keep them apart. But as you can tell by their clothes, they truly are different.
The first daughter you meet in the story is Jora, so I put her in the center. All the other sisters like Jora. She is the glue that keeps them from killing each other.  
Ariel is the most fragile of the group. She is an extraordinarily talented musician. That’s all she’s got going for her. She wears loose sleeves that don’t confine her when she plays the piano or violin. 
Next is the sensuous Salice. She is compelled to enjoy life to its fullest. (Thus, the low cut red dress.) 
Next is Alice, her exact opposite. Alice lives by her brain, not her heart. She studies physics and mathematics. Her clothes are utilitarian. 
Then there is Charity, the kindest physician, surgeon, and nurse you’ll ever meet. She dresses demurely and speaks softly. 
And lastly, there is Rose, who paints the most extraordinary paintings, that recently have been telling truths that no one else wants to see. Their father is worried, for he knows the ‘truth’ can destroy their lives faster than even lies can.

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Scavenger Vanishes
By Liza O’Connor
Blurb
In his second marriage, a marriage of true love, Douglas Marsh has acquired six beautiful, identical daughters, who have made a pact never to marry. All are a challenge to the strict mores and interests that young ladies of Victorian England should have, but all are uniquely wonderful. He strives to match his new daughters to men who can appreciate each girl’s talents and interests. Only, one of his daughters wishes to choose for herself, and her choice sets off repercussions that could destroy them all.
WARNING: THIS STORY INCLUDES SOME SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES.


Excerpt
Rose woke at five in the morning fully rested with no intention of wasting her time sleeping. She dressed and hurried to the solarium.

She worked with relaxed intensity as she covered her canvas with sumptuous colors. The peachy shape of naked couples made love beneath turquoise flowing trees, yellow grass, and fiery orange blotch bushes. The lascivious couples remained oblivious to the secondary image, a young woman screaming in pain, hidden in the center of the canvas in the branches of the trees.

Each couple lay enraptured in their various acts of love, aware but unconcerned about the other couples. However, none could see the tormented woman created by the environment. She was the sky, the air they breathed, the graceful twist of the trees. They had no idea she screamed.

A hand touched the small of her back and she jumped a foot, dropping her brush and paint tray as fear consumed her. She turned, expecting to face the woman in her canvas.

She gasped with relief upon the sight of David and threw herself into his arms.

His arms tightened around her. “I am so sorry. I never meant to startle you. Douglas suggested I retrieve you for breakfast.”

He tried to set her back so he could see her face. With reluctance, she released him and turned to retrieve her paint tray and brush from the floor.

He insisted upon helping her clean the colorful mess she had made on the Italian tile. With his help, the damage was cleaned in only twice the time it would have taken her alone. But she did not mind. He had come and that was all that mattered. She was to have her special friend, her distraction from the screaming lady of truth.

“Thank God I waited until you stepped away from the painting. Otherwise, I would never be able to forgive myself.” His focus then turned to the painting. “It’s a bit like Cezzane, but more powerful.” He stepped closer and frowned. “Are you aware of the image created by the trees and shrubs?”

She laughed at his question. “The fact you see it implies much about you. Most people would never notice. They will remain occupied by the couples enjoying the pleasures of life and see nothing else.”

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About the Author
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
OTHER BOOKS BY LIZA O’CONNOR
HISTORICAL
Humorous, Late Victorian Sleuth Series
A Right to Love (a romantic spinoff)

SINGLE HISTORICAL NOVELS
Spinoff from Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice
Romance/Suspense

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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Forever's Fight by Marissa Dobson

FOREVER'S FIGHT
Forever Creek Shifter, Book 1

by Marissa Dobson

Genre: Paranormal Romance






Fighting for love and family.


Patrick O’Reilly left behind his medical practice when he and his siblings were forced into hiding. Determined to live through the war against their species, they vow to serve their kind. Patrick will risk it all to ensure none of them end up as experiments in a government lab.


Clarissa Greenwood worked all her life to become a scientist and to get the position at Hathaway Medical where she thought she would be able to find cures for diseases. Instead, she is witness to experiments on shifters. Disgusted by the truth, she gathers as much information as she can, and flees. She wants no part of the experiments—even if the cost is her life.


Shifters Underground was created to serve their species, not to help a human who had worked for one of the organizations that was hunting them. A message from a trusted shifter leaves them with no other option but to search for a woman who might be able to help them. A treacherous journey brings two destined mates together. Now Patrick and Clarissa must work together to protect not only each other, but all the shifters who fight for their lives, for love, and for family.

“Exciting action, well-developed characters, and a fast-paced lively writing style makes Forever’s Fight sure to please!” ~ New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Lynn Red





“Beast?” She rose up to rest on her elbows. “You’re going to shift?”


There was a mixture of terror and excitement in her eyes that made him want to tease her, but he resisted the urge. “No. My beast is always within me, even when I’m in human form. There’s no need to shift.”


“What a relief. I’m not sure I’m ready to see your animal yet.” She paused, averting her eyes. “Mind if I ask what your second nature is?”


“Second nature. So proper.” He smirked. “I’m a lion.” He spoke with ease because unlike the rest of the world, he didn’t see the animal side of him as a curse or an experiment gone wrong. To him, it was a blessing, something he was proud of. Though times were tough right now, things would get better. He’d see to it.


“I wasn’t sure how to word this…this…ability.” Seeming nervous, she bit her bottom lip. “I’m not even sure ability is the right word.”


“Shifting is a magical thing, and even though the world thinks I should be ashamed of it, I’m not. My lion is as much a part of me as my internal organs. The human society that we live in just doesn’t accept those who are different, but we’re here just like everyone else, and we want to live in peace.”


“That almost sounded like a public relations statement.”


“I just want you to understand who my siblings and I are. We’re no danger to you or any other human. We’re always in control of our animal, no matter what form we may take. That’s what Hathaway Medical and the rest of the government organizations don’t understand. We shouldn’t be experimented on, nor should any other human.” He hated that he sounded like he was lecturing her, but if he was going to take her back to Forever Creek, she need to understand his kind. He didn’t want any surprises later that would send her running. Once she knew their location, if she got spooked and ran off, she’d be a liability.


“But the government doesn’t classify you as human.” With that statement, she wasn’t able to meet his gaze.


“What about you? Do you think I’m human?” Silence thickened the air until he wasn’t sure she’d answer.


“You look human enough to me.” She reached out and laid her hand on his chest. “You feel human, too. That’s all that matters to me.”


He placed his hand over hers. “This is just one side of me, kind of like a coin. Will you still feel the same way when you see my lion?”










Born and raised in the Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania area, Marissa Dobson now resides about an hour from Washington, D.C. She’s a lady who likes to keep busy, and is always busy doing something. With two different college degrees, she believes you are never done learning.


Being the first daughter to an avid reader, this gave her the advantage of learning to read at a young age. Since learning to read she has always had her nose in a book. It wasn’t until she was a teenager that she started writing down the stories she came up with.


Marissa is blessed with a wonderful supportive husband, Thomas. He’s her other half and allows her to stay home and pursue her writing. He puts up with all her quirks and listens to her brainstorm in the middle of the night.


Her writing buddy Pup Cameron, a cocker spaniel, is always around to listen to her bounce ideas off him. He might not be able to answer, but he’s helpful in his own ways.


Monday, May 15, 2017

ENCHANTER by Kristy Centeno

ENCHANTER
The Giver of Life Trilogy, book 1

by Kristy Centeno


Genre: YA/NA Paranormal Fantasy






They have a past. But will they have a future?


Leah Parker is resilient and hardworking. She’d always prided herself in maintaining a level head, even under pressure. Everything changes when she begins to see strange apparitions and hear ghostly voices on the morning of her birthday.


In a blink of the eyes, Leah’s life takes a drastic turn that spirals her into the unknown. Something is out to get her, but she’s unsure if she’s losing her mind, or the faces and demands of the dead are real. Unable to find the answers she needs, she has no choice but to rely on ex-best friend, Brandon Morris, for help.


But as she will soon discover, Brandon has his own secrets. Some of which defy logic and only add to the mystery surrounding Leah. And mix feelings between the two complicate matters by getting in the way of what they really want, and what they must do.


Can Brandon lighten the load on her by figuring out what or who wants her dead? Or will their past history get in the way of the storm brewing just beyond Leah’s grasp?


#1


“Are you scared of me? Is that it?” As if to make a point, he covered the distance between us in three short steps, and backed me off into the landing to the stairwell behind me, stopping only when our bodies were a few inches from coming into physical contact. The invigorating scent of his cologne invaded my nostrils, causing my mind to go into total and complete turmoil.


I shut down, unsure how to react. I hadn’t anticipated being cornered in a vulnerable spot where we were shielded from view. Normally, I was a sucker for guys who smelled as good as he did, but this was Brandon Morris. I couldn’t decide whether to lean closer and inhale slowly, or scream and push him away.


“Are you?”


I wanted to deny his accusation, but he could see the truth in my eyes. It was pointless to pretend as if he hadn’t just sent my heart into a race. By then he could see how badly I shook. I could not disguise it fast enough for him not to notice.


“Should I be?” I asked softly, fear forcing my voice to quake.


#2


Fighting the nausea threatening to consume me, I made a mad dash for alleyway’s entrance. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. I shrieked and sprinted faster, almost colliding into the thin man who appeared out of nowhere in front of me. I managed to stop in time to crash into him, but as soon as I caught sight of his profile I regretted not plowing right through him.


He looked like something straight out of a sci-fi movie. Tall, long, and lanky, with shoulder-length white hair, unnaturally pale skin, and eyes that gave the impression of missing irises, he was no less horrifying than the black figure I’d seen at the stairwell or the ghostly woman in my bedroom. He was clad from top to bottom in dark clothing, which gave him all the more menacing feel. As he stood, staring at me in a way that communicated I was about to become food, I could have sworn my stomach dropped to my feet. This was no ordinary attacker. He didn’t have rape or mugging in mind, but something much more sinister.


#3


Movement several yards behind him caught my attention and I glanced around his left shoulder to the woods, noting the quick blur of a figure darting from behind one tree to another. Something was off about the way this person rushed by. It sparked a sense of familiarity that horrified me.


“Brandon, I don’t think we’re alone anymore,” I murmured as another flash of white scurried ever closer. It was too dark for me to determine who it was, but I was certain of one thing: we were being watched.


“What…?” The meaning of my words didn’t immediately dawn on him.


“Someone’s out there.”


Brandon spun around abruptly. He scanned the area briefly as he backed into me while sucking in air. His suddenly rigid posture warned me whoever was out there was not friendly.


Without a single word of explanation, Brandon turned to me and took my hand in his, pulling me down the path we’d used to get to the gazebo. He towed me along in a haste, leaving me no room to protest, or figure out what the hell was going on. A weird, high-pitched hissing sound emanated from somewhere behind us. It startled me and I was tempted to glance over my shoulder, but Brandon’s next words stopped me.


“Don’t look, Leah!” His tone was as serious as I’d ever heard it, which freaked me out even more. What was he so scared of?




At first, Leah seems an angry young adult dealing with an alcoholic mom, but her life is shrouded in so many ways, the truth cannot be seen at first. However, reconnecting with a boy from her childhood seems to trigger the arrival of demons, but could that be a coincidence. After all, imaginary voices and barely visible people keep insisting she save them…

What a well written, high adventure story between good and evil, with an unfulfilled yet strong love story interweaved throughout.

Loved it. 5 stars!

Received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.  Hit the jackpot on this one!





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Kristy Centeno is the author of the Secrets of the Moon saga and Keeper Witches series.


She has always had a passion for books and after years of being an avid reader, she decided to transform her desire to write into a reality and thus, her first novel was born. When she’s not busy taking care of her five children or holding down the fort, she finds time to sit and do what she loves the most: writing.


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