Liza interviews Betrothal by Jenna Jaxon

Today I'm interviewing Betrothal, Book 1 of the Time Enough to Love series.

Peep Rep: The cover looks like it comes from a time long ago. How much time did they need to find love? 

Liza: We'll check with Betrothal but I'm pretty sure the heroine found love within the span of the book.

Peep Rep: Then why are we just hearing about it?

Liza: Because writing historical novels requires the author to go back in time, discover how people live, and then write their story.

Peep Rep: But--

Liza: Enough of your silly questions. Jenna, catapult Betrothal on over.

Book: Ouch! Would it have killed Jenna to send me early by FedEx perhaps?

Peep Rep: Are you kidding? Have you seen how they deliver boxes?

Book: Hold on! You can hear me?

Liza: Yes Beth...may I call you Beth, because honestly my fingers tangle on the word Bethrohal...see what I mean.

Book: I'd prefer Bet. 

Liza: Bet it is.

Peep Rep: I bet Bet bets on the horses. *laughs*

Bet: *snorts* I see thou has a court jester. King Edward would have offed his head if forced to endure such wretched humor. 

Liza: I'll send him back with you if you'd like to test that theory.

Peep Rep: I'm out of here. 

Liza: Bet, allow me to thank you for getting rid of  Peep Rep. In response I shall endeavor to be gentle with my questions.

Bet: Thank, you fair lady.  

Liza: Please tell us about your story.

Bet: Lady Alyse de Courcy has fallen in love with Lord Braeton, a nobleman in King Edward III’s court and a man to whom she has barely spoken. 

Liza: Hold on, how do you fall in love with a man you've barely spoken to?

Bet: Ladies of this time required little encouragement to think themselves in love. 

Liza: I suppose that's still true with young girls. Millions declare they love Justine Bieber, and most of them have never spoken a single word to him.

Bet: So the fancies of the heart have not changed.

Liza: So she marries this guy she barely knows. How does that turn out? 

Bet: Alas, Fate has decreed her betrothal to his best friend, Sir Geoffrey Longford—a handsome and imposing knight, yet hardly the man she wants to wed. 

Liza: This is starting to sound like a soap opera.

Bet: Where do you think your soap operas came from, if not from the King's court. All sorts of mischief goes on in the castle. 

Liza: That makes sense. So tell me more about this story.

Bet: When Sir Geoffrey is bound in betrothal by his father, he could not have expected the beautiful stranger to win his heart the moment they meet. Nevertheless, the fascinating Lady Alyse has done exactly that, and his feelings for her only grows as he learns more of her gentle yet spirited nature. 

Liza: And what does Alyse think about her betrothed?

Bet: Ah, you can spell the word. 

Liza: Took me three tries, but eventually I got it. Now don't make me put you on the rack. What does Alyse think about her Geoffrey?

Bet *sighs* Alas, Alyse’s infatuation with his friend casts doubt on whether she can ever return his regard and their wedding day is fast approaching…

Will he have time enough to win her love? 

Liza: Why are you asking me. You're the book. You should know!

Bet: Of course I know. And you and the other kind readers may begin at the beginning and discover the answer for thyself. 

Liza: What if I want to read the book starting from the back?

Bet: I will think you mad.

Liza: Some people do that you know. They read the first page, then flip to last page.

Bet: I do not believe you. You are simply stating such to upset me. 

Liza: They only do that to other, lesser, books. I'm sure they would never do that to you.

Bet: I should hope not! 

Liza: I did not mean to fluster your pages so.

Bet: Thou art forgiven.

Liza: If that is truly so, then might you let us peek beneath your cover and read a page or two?

Bet: I don't know...I suppose. But only if you promised never to read the last page until your arrive there properly. 

Liza: You have my word.

Bet: Very well. Here is when Lady Alyse discovers her betrothed.

“What do you require of me, Majesty?” Her mouth so dry she could taste sand, Alyse fought to speak in a normal tone. With a sigh of relief, she dropped into a deep curtsy, hiding her face in the folds of her skirt. If only she could remain bowed thus before His Majesty for the remainder of the evening.

King Edward laughed. “Obedience, Lady Alyse, as I require of all my subjects. As your father requires of his daughter.”

Her heart thumped wildly in her breast. That could mean but one thing.

“Rise, my lady.”

She did so on unsteady feet. “I am ready, as always, Your Majesty, to obey my father as I would you.”

Holy Mary, let it be Lord Braeton.

King Edward lifted an eyebrow toward Alyse. “A very pretty answer, my lady. And are you ready to accept your father’s decree for your betrothal? His messenger has today reached me with the contract, as I am to stand in his stead in this matter.”

Alyse took a deep breath and hoped her voice did not tremble. “Yea, Majesty, I will obey my father.”

King Edward nodded and leaned over to whisper something to Queen Phillipa, who sat beside him, heavy with their twelfth child.

Mere seconds before she learned her fate. She could scarce affect an indifferent pose before the court when inside every inch of her quivered with anticipation of the name. His name, pray God, on the king’s lips.

Thomas.

In her mind, she heard the word.

The king straightened, glanced at her then at the man by her side.

“What say you then, Sir Geoffrey? Does the lady not speak fair? I vow she will make you a proper wife and a dutiful one as well.”

Alyse turned, until that moment unaware that Geoffrey Longford stood beside her. Chills coursed down her body as the king’s words echoed in her mind. The sensation of falling backward assailed her, as though she rushed away from the tall man at her side even as his figure loomed larger and larger in her sight.

Not Lord Braeton.

Her numbed brain repeated the phrase, trying to comprehend that instead he would be her husband. Geoffrey Longford.

God have mercy on me, for by the look of him, this man will not.

Fearful, she cringed as her gaze climbed higher, over his chest, over his chin, finally resting on the dark blue eyes turned toward her.

Geoffrey returned her appraisal, his gaze sweeping her figure as a smile crept over his face. “Your Majesty.” He spoke to the king but his attention remained fixed on Alyse. “When my father told me of the betrothal contract before I left his home, I resolved to play the dutiful son. Now, however, I find I do not wish to act that role after all.” His eyes held hers as he paused.

Dear God, does he mean to renounce me here before the entire court?

Alyse stared at the man beside her, willing herself to remain upright, despite the waves of ice and fire alternating through her body.

“Now I find I would rather play the ardent lover.”

An amused murmur ran through the Hall at his words. Sir Geoffrey grinned, his eyes sparkling with humor and something more. Despite the uneven light, Alyse saw an unfathomable promise in their dark depths. She took a shaky breath and looked away. 

Liza: It's even better than I expected. I cannot wait to read the entire book.

Beg: In proper order.

Liza: Absolutely. Thank you for being such a delightful book to interview.

Beg: I rather enjoyed it myself. Normally, my author is praised, but I am treated as nothing more than an object. 

Liza: Then allow me to praise you. 

Betrothed is a powerful book, well written, engaging with a straight spine, and not a dogeared page to be found. His words flow easily from the book to your heart. You will treasure every moment you spend with this handsome, dare I say, beautiful book. 

Liza: Which do you prefer, handsome or beautiful?

Bet: Me thinks you have captured it splendidly with both.

Liza: Now I know my peeps will want to buy this book. So here are thy buy links:

BUY LINKS:

Amazon  

Smashwords  
B&N

Liza: Can you tell us something about Jenna we don't already know?  

Beg: What do you know? 

Liza: That's she's a multi-published author of fabulous books, both in current and historical categories.

Bet: Did you you that Jenna has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager.  A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise.  She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets.  

Liza: Nope. Didn't know any of that.

Bet: When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director.  She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage. 

Liza: Got any dirt? Does she have criminal record?

Bet: No, but she has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop. 

Liza: There you have it. Someone's a Coco fiend.

If you've enjoyed this interview, please follow me and leave a comment for me, Betrothal, or Jenna Jaxon. We love receiving comments. It's chocolate to our souls.

Bet: And I would like to give one of thou commenters a clone of myself, but only on the condition it be read in proper order. No peeking to the last page!


Now Bet after you've rested, I'll catapult you back to Jenna.

Bet: But you don't have a catapult. 

Liza: Hang about until I build one. Anyone know a a site where I can get blueprints for a catapult?

Peep Rep: Here. I'll bet you a chocolate bar that you can't build this. http://youtu.be/Y0e2VzLW5fE

Liza: No, I'll build this: 

But it's going to take me three days. So peeps, you have no excuse not to leave a message.

Liza O'Connor Interviews the book An Unwilling Husband by Tera Shanley

Howdy, peeps!  We got us a genuine cowboy book today. If that don't tickle your feathers, I don't know what will.

Peep Rep: Do cowboys really talk like that?

Liza: Probably not, but let's ask the book. Hey, An Unwilling Husband, shuffled yourself on in and take a load off.

Peep Rep: That's a beautiful book cover.

Liza: It's clearly a male book, call it handsome. So An Unwilling Husband, mind if I call you Hubby?

Book: Wow, you're talking to me?

Liza: Yes I am good looking.

Peep Rep: I think she's hitting on you. You should probably run for the hills.

Book: Easier said than done, partner. We books are a slow moving lot.

Liza: Hubby! Don't talk to Peep Rep. That's my only rule.

Book: Already with the rules. Most ladies wait until they get a ring on their finger before cracking the whip. And if it's all the same to you, I'd rather you not call me Hubby.

Peep Rep: It gives you the willies don't it?

Liza: Don't answer that.

Book: Well I have to address the misunderstanding. The reason I don't want you calling me Hubby has nothing to do with you. You're a fine healthy looking woman. Good teeth and strong back and everything. However, the cowboy in my book promised his friend he'd marry his daughter Maggie, and he's a man of his word. So you can't be going around calling me Hubby. People will get the wrong idea and think Garret done run off with another woman. And while he has a great desire to run off, it ain't for another woman.

Liza: Thank you for explaining that. What would you like to be called?

Book: Well my creator refers to me as Twister Billy on account of the twists and turns in my story but you can just call me Billy for short.

Liza: So Billy, can you tell us a bit about yourself?

Billy: Sure enough. The female in my book, Maggie Flemming--

Liza: Any relation to Dorothy Fleming, the former ice skater?

Billy: No ma'am I don't think so.  But if you'd stop interrupting me, I'm sure this will go quicker.

Peep Rep: Good luck on that.

Billy: Anyways, she moves back to the up and coming cattle town of her youth just in time for a tragic turn of events that will leave her destitute. 

Liza: That sounds like sorry timing.

Billy: Yes ma'am it was. Out of family and out of options, her childhood friend, Garret Shaw, proposes an out to her dire situation. But the hardened man he has become doesn’t match her memories of the sweet boy from childhood. 

Liza: But she's a tough cowgirl. She'll kick his ass if he causes her trouble.

Billy: No ma'am. She was raised a high falutin’ lady, London bred and Boston raised, and is new to the dangers of the wild west.

Liza: That doesn't sound good.

Billy: There ain't nothing good about her situation.
She's gotta face scarred friendships, surprise weddings, kidnappings, drama infused barn raisings, danger filled cattle drives and a pissed off townie or two in order to find her place in the arduous land she’s determined to call home. 

To be honest, she's a wee bit overwhelmed. You should see Mrs. Maggie in a saloon full of rootin’-tootin’ tobacco spittin’ good old boys. Quite a sight. But she's as stubborn as a mule and she turns me into a slow simmering love story to last the ages.

Liza: Unless she gives up and lets her reluctant cowboy go.

Billy: I sure do hope not because I got my heart set on being a love story.

Liza: Well let's see.

Billy: See what?

Liza: *rolls her eyes* Let's open your handsome cover and take a peek inside.

Billy: Ma'am we just met.

Liza: Don't get all girlish with me. You're a book. Open up your pages so we can read an excerpt. 

Billy: All righty, but just one peek. No touching.

The vows were simple enough, but Maggie fumbled as she tried not to think of what she was saying. She tried her hardest to ignore the nagging voice that said ‘this is your wedding day -- you are marrying Garret Shaw,’ which would only send her pulse racing faster than it already was. It wasn’t at all like she imagined this day would be like. The entire time she and Garret repeated their simple vows they glared at each other and when the preacher announced he may now kiss his bride, they both gave a wide-eyed look to the portly missionary.

“That’s all right,” Garret spoke up. “I think Miss. Flemming and I would like to forgo that one.”

“Mrs. Shaw,” the preacher corrected. “Now kiss her so we can go,” he said sternly.

Garret stared at the preacher just long enough to make it awkward and sighed. He turned that steely blue gaze back to Maggie and her breath caught in her throat. She had never kissed anyone before. Though Maggie was quite accepting in her own inexperience, she didn’t doubt for a moment that a man like Garret Shaw had experienced intimacy by the wagon load.

She closed her eyes and waited, unable to look at his angry face another second for fear of losing her courage. She felt gentle hands on her arms and the softest, barest brush of his lips. Garret held his ground for a moment before he pressed his mouth more firmly onto hers. Maggie unconsciously leaned into his body and the fabric on his chest caressed her bare skin. A warm sensation deep inside of her pressed downward and a need to feel closer to such a powerful creature was staggering. Garret pulled away but left his hands on her arms for a moment longer. By the time she opened her eyes, the menacing glower was back on his face and he pulled his hands away from her. Maggie stumbled forward at the absence of Garret’s strong arms. 

He said a terse, “Load up!” and headed back into the house. He didn’t look back at her as he disappeared inside. She waited and watched to see if he would. Maggie placed a trembling hand over the exposed skin of her chest as if it would stifle the acute disappointment of Garret’s willing absence.

Liza: Yeah, that looks like the slowest simmer in the world. But on the bright side, you've got nowhere to go but up from here.

Peep Rep: I like slow simmers. When is this book coming out? I want to buy it.

Billy: In December.

Liza: Hey, that's when my book Ghost Lover is coming out. We'll have to trade notes on how we're doing. 

Billy: I know Ghost Lover. He fluttered my pages when we passed in contracts. Called it a ‘fist bump.’ Well give him my salutations and come December I’ll send him a jug of rotgut whiskey to celebrate our releases. That’ll put some hair on any book’s spine. Back cover too probably. Peep Rep, I’d bet my boots you’d like the rotgut.

Peep Rep: *grins and waggles eyebrows beseechingly*

Liza: Not a chance. You’re hairy enough and Billy! No talking to Peep Rep, remember? Well that ends my interview. Anything you'd like to say before I send my peeps off to write meaningful comments?

Billy: If you don't mind I'd like to take a moment and thank my wonderful author who made me the book I am. 

Liza: Sure, give it a whirl. I always love hearing about my fellow authors.

Billy: Well Tera Shanley, that's her name. Real nice lady. She lives in Dallas, Texas with her husband, two young’uns and two miniature dogs that keep the skunks out of the yard. 

Liza: Yeah a dog can do that, but it comes back smelling so bad, that now you gotta keep the dog out of the house.

Peep Rep: Or pour tomato paste all over it.

Liza: Bad idea, because it will shake and now you are covered with tomato paste.

Billy: Back to my author, she’s been writing poetry and songs for years and telling stories since she was knee high to a grasshopper, but is relatively new to writing novels.

Seven novels in a year and a half have her sometimes not-so-secretly wishing out loud for writer’s block. Six of those books have gone to contract within the last seven months.

Liza: What? That's insane. SIX books at the publishers at the same time. The elder ones not released before the young ones come out?

Billy: If you'll stop butcherizing Jane Austen, I'll continue with her saga. She is happily swimming in edits.

Liza: Must be a masochist. 

Billy: She's also gotta chase her kids and husband/third child around. Let's see, what else? From the chip crumb showers I get, I assume she likes pringles.

 I’ve also caught her googling miniature horse pictures and muttering in her sleep about buying a bunch of land and living in a tiny house in the wilderness. 

When she ain’t working on a book, she’s with her family and friends, and they are probably out in the woods somewhere attracting new story ideas and ticks.

Liza: How the bloody hell does she have time to get ticks? I'm publishing 2 book at the same time and I barely get six hours sleep a night. Yes I have a dog that expects to be walked minimally 3 hours a day, but still. What special powers does Tera have? Investigator Peep, I need you!

IP: You called?

Liza: Yes. Track down all of Tera's social sites and determine if she's really publishing 6 books at once.

IP: I've already done so. Here are her links and her 6 books to claim fame is true. Thus I'm sending a medic unit bearing oxygen to Texas. They'll secretly follow her about to ensure she doesn't faint from this impossible challenge.

Liza: Well done Investigator Peep. You've impressed me.  So here are Tera Shanley's links.

Stop by and check out bionic author Tera and help the medics keep her alive. This is no minor challenge she has taken upon herself.

Links

Blog: http://www.terashanley.blogspot.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/terashanley

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/terashanley.author

Website: www.terashanley.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/16351210-tera-shanley

Now if you can't think of a comment after this book a view, you're just brain dead. lol.

Peep Rep: You shouldn't call your followers 'brain dead.'

Liza: I was teasing, I love you guys. I'm just feeling insecure because I can barely handle two books in the hopper at once. I must be doing stuff wrong.

Peep Rep: I can pretty well guarantee you are. 

Liza: Followers, I beg you, elect a new peep rep. Please!

Liza hosts Gaylon Greer - The Descent from Truth

Welcome Peeps. Today we are descending from the truth to host Gaylon Greer and his book The Descent from Truth.

Peep Rep: Does that mean you're going to lie to us today?

Liza: Why would you think that?

Peep Rep: I don't know. Maybe it was you descending from the truth...

Liza: Just playing with the title. Now would you like to know the prize today?

Peep Rep: Yes, please.

Liza: One lucky commenter during this tour will received an autographed hard copy of Gaylon Greer's The Price of Sanctuary. 

Peep Rep: Cool. What do I have to do to get it?

Liza: Leave a comment and an email address so Gayon can find you.

Peep Rep: And you'll give me the link to visit his other sites?

Liza: I will, but first let's find out about this book.

THE DESCENT FROM TRUTH

By

Gaylon Greer

BLURB:  

Alex Bryson is patrolling Rocky Mountain backcountry in his job as a security guard when he discovers a woman with a baby wandering alone in the snow far from the nearest road. He takes them to shelter in a weekender cabin and sees a newscast that suggests the woman, Pia Ulmer, kidnapped the baby from its rightful parents and that it is the sole heir of Peru’s wealthiest and most corrupt family. Pia claims that she is the baby’s mother, and Alex doesn't know what to believe. After turning her in, he continues to struggle with his budding feelings for her and remains unsure of the true story. He becomes more and more involved until finally there is no turning back—lives are on the line. He helps Pia get free from a brutal world that values money over life, and together they devise a plan to reclaim the baby. Just when it looks like they might succeed, they discover an international conspiracy that changes the game entirely.

*****

EXCERPT:  

“Please,” she said, her voice as rough as sandpaper and barely above a whisper. “Please, do not give my baby to those people.”

“Are we back to that? First you're his mother, then you're his nanny. Now you're his mother again?”

“They took him from me. Look at him, Alex. Both Mr. Koenig and his wife are blondes.”

“Koenig’s an old man. His hair's white.”

“Study Frederick's face. Do you not see me in his eyes? His chin and his mouth?”

The similarities were uncanny, he'd grant her that. Good enough to get away with claiming to be the kid's mother if Alex hadn't learned the truth. The way she had attacked him, trying to kill him with that skillet, she clearly didn’t want to go back to civilization and prove who she was. He turned away, tossed Frederick in a maneuver that brought a cry of delight, and stuffed the boy's blanket-clad feet through the leg holes in the backpack. With his parka snapped around both of them and the diaper bag tied to his waist, he gripped his rifle in one hand, his snowshoes in the other, and headed for the porch. At the door, he turned for a final glance at Pia.

She had set her mouth in a stubborn line. The eye that had been plastered shut was closed. She stared at him with the other. When she saw him looking at her, she spoke again. “Watch over him, Alex. Someone wants to harm him. Don’t let them.”

A new tack, another lie. He stepped onto the porch and strapped on his snowshoes. That should have been the last he saw of her, but the specter of her ravaged face and defiant expression stayed with him as he trudged across the sunlit expanse of glistening snow that sloped gradually toward the Warrior River Gorge.

AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Working with traveling carnivals and itinerant farm labor gangs during his teen and early adult years took Gaylon Greer up, down, and across the U.S. and introduced him to a plethora of colorful individuals who serve as models for his fictional characters. After several years as an Air Force officer and then a university professor with a Ph.D. in economics, Greer developed an interest in writing fiction and attended workshops at the University of Iowa, the University of Nebraska, and Bryn-Mawr College. He also studied with the U.C. Davis Extension program and the Algonquian Writers Group. His most recent novel, THE DESCENT FROM TRUTH is available at www.Amazon.com and other e-book retailers. Please visit Greer at www.GaylonGreer.com

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A quick peek at Carrie Hanson, Heroine of my next book Worst Week Ever

Investigator Peep's Report on Carrie Hanson:

4'6” 70 pounds. (maybe)

Will blow away in a stiff wind.

Adorable-you’ll want to put her in your pocket and take her home.

As a teen suffered from low self-esteem due to living in the shadow of her much taller twin sister.

Despite her tiny size, she’s not a push over.

Hasn’t had a date in 2 years which is oddly the exact amount of time she’s worked as Trent Lancaster’s Executive Assistant.

Hobbies: none

Activities in spare time: none

Pets: Self-maintaining fish in pond. They evidently all have names.

Friends: None before this week.

To all appearances Carrie works, commutes and sleeps.

Neighbors say she leaves before sunrise and returns in the dark, so they rarely see her.

She can solve any problem, has the patience of a saint, and the determination of a pitbull

And then comes her return from Taiwan and her Worst Week Ever and things go bad.

5

Times arrested or nearly arrested.

4

Times she nearly dies

3

Groups she pisses off:

FBI, NYC police & Russian Mafia

2

Times that she gets fired

1

Distribution of Narcotic Turtles

It's a very busy week for her.

She discovers she has a finite limit to how many bad things can happen before she gives up.

COMING IN JULY 2013

Liza hosts Natalie Roers - Lucid

Wake up, peeps. Are you lucid? Good because today we have Natalie Roers and her book Lucid.

Peep Rep: ZZZZZZZZZZ

Liza: Peep Rep wake up!

Peep Rep: Why?

Liza: Because you are contradicting Natalie's book and she has a prize.

Peep Rep: A prize, oh I'm wide awake now. What is it?

Liza: Natalie will give a $10 gift card from either Amazon or Barnes & Noble to one commenter during her tour.

Peep Rep: What do I have to do to win that? Oh wait, I know. Leave a meaningful comment and my email address. 

Liza: Well you are clearly lucid now. So let's get to the other Lucid and find out what it's about.

LUCID

By

Natalie Roers

BLURB:  

Being hailed by critics as an intelligent new voice in young adult fiction, Roers' debut novel tells the anything but ordinary, coming of age story of a small town, teen aged, misfit named Travis Hunter.

Disfigured at birth and ostracized at school, Travis dreams of acceptance and secretly yearns for the affection of a beautiful young woman named Corrine. When a mysterious doctor promises to help Travis through something called lucid dreaming, Travis suddenly finds himself ushered into a secret society called "The Lucid", a collection of social outcasts like himself, who have created their own world inside of dreams.

When Travis discovers he is able to bring Corrine into these dreams, he gets more than he ever bargained for and soon finds himself learning the secrets of love and life in a fantastic unconscious world.

An instant classic, Lucid is a timeless story of self-acceptance with a fresh paranormal twist. 

Peep Rep: That sounds good. Can I have an excerpt?

Liza: Sure, here's an excerpt:

Corrine sipped nervously at her coffee, looking for the most appropriate way to brush over the topic. “It was just nice being able to be ourselves, ya know? No fears, no consequences, no regrets. It’s such a significant word, isn’t it?”

“What word?”

“Lucid. It means to have a clear perception of things. Don’t you think it’s funny that it would take a dream for us to see clearly?”

 Corrine placed her coffee on the ground next to her. “Like you,” she said. “Who would’ve known you were like this?”

“Like what?”

“Well for one, you talk!” She laughed. “I must’ve seen you dozens of times before. Why don’t you ever say anything to anyone?”

 “I’ve been around enough people to know what they’re thinking when they stare at me. It doesn’t help me any to hear them say it.”

Corrine reached a hand forward and touched my knee. “I’m not gonna lie,” she said. “You do look a little different. You know what though? I don’t even notice it that much now that I’m talking to you.”

I looked down at her hand.

She pulled it back. “You should talk more,” she said, nodding. “Some people might surprise you. Not all of them…but some.”

Peep Rep: That sounds really good.

Liza: Others agree with you. Check out what others are saying about Lucid"

"Roers' debut novel heralds the arrival of an intelligent, heartfelt voice in the world of young adult fiction. The rich characters, emotional complexity, and confident prose are matched only by the landscape of dreams that Roers sets them against... a landscape brought vividly to life by the author's seemingly boundless imagination. This is a novel that respects its readers as much as its characters, and that's a beautiful rarity."
~ Mike Flanagan, Filmmaker, Absentia and Oculus


"Natalie Roers' debut novel is both riveting and relevant. More than a paranormal/fantasy/thriller, this is a complex tale that cuts to the very of heart of issues facing young adults today. Well sculptured characters and powerful imagery propel Roers' fascinating narrative."
~ Jason Tinney (Award-winning freelance journalist, musician, actor and the author of the story collection Bluebird.)


"Lucid is an interesting story and a fun read."
~ Amy Carol Reeves, author of Ripper and Renegade


"Natalie Roers' voice is amazingly confident for a first novelist. Her journalist's eye for human detail draws you in, and makes you care about the people who populate the LUCID world. The more I got to know them, both awake and asleep in the world of lucid dreaming, the more time I wanted to spend in their world."
~ Jeff Howard, writer for Film District and Focus Features.
 Peep Rep: I want to buy this! Can I have a buy link?

Liza: You're in luck. Right now it's discounted to $4.99. The price won't last so buy it soon!

BUY LINKS

Amazon    Barnes & Noble

Peep Rep: I want to know more about this author.

Liza: Well, here's her bio and stalking links.

Bio:

Natalie Roers is a veteran writer, voice artist, and on-air personality. A journalist by trade, Lucid is her first work of fiction. She is busy at work on her second novel and hopes to raise money and social awareness for worthy causes with each book she writes. Natalie plans to donate a portion of every sale of this book to her favorite anti-bullying organizations. She lives with her husband Cory, and son Austin, in Columbia, South Carolina.

Websites

jointhelucid.com

http://natasha-r.com/writer/

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