Sunday, February 24, 2013

Liza Kidnaps Bobbi Romans - Swamp Magic



Liza: I snagged a most interesting author today for your amusement. Had to trudge through a swamp and fight an alligator to get her.

Finally, I located my author in a god-awful swamp hut, hiding out in the closet, typing a new novel.

Would anyone like to guess who the author might be?

Peep-Rep: Now who's talking down to the peeps. All they have to do is look at the post title. It's the wonderful Bobbi Romans.

Liza: Don't be too sure. I'm so frazzled these days, I could have picked up the wrong person. So let's see.



Liza: You're Bobbi, right?

Bobbi: And you must be Bad Liza.

Liza: Liza will do, for now. So how'd a girl from Chicago end up in the swamp. I thought you guys ended up in the concrete of new buildings.

Bobbi: 'You guys?'

Liza: * pushes side of her nose*  You know...mafia, wise guys.

Bobbi: I'm not mafia.

Liza: Ha! Why else would you hide in a swamp?
Speaking of which, what's the biggest snake you've ever seen?

Bobbi: At a reptile show I was able to hold Buttercup. She was huge but I don't remember her size. Living in Florida however there have been numerous snake encounters. Nearly stepping on a moccasin. My son age 5 handing me a baby one. And of course the snakes in the pool encounters. Just harmless Oak/Rat snakes. 

Glass Snake
My favorite snake (yes I like snakes) is truly a reptile. Matter of fact, it's what Moss shares his soul with. A Glass snake also known as a legless lizard. When you move your head, they change colors. From iridescent blues to purples. For Moss, his tattoos change shades in the same way. Sadly though they are NOT a snake, due to their snake-like appearance are most often killed.


Liza: I saw a 15 foot Water Moccasin when I was a kid, but the two adults who also saw it too are both dead and I've no credibility, so no one believes me.

Peep Rep: That's because the biggest water moccasin on record is only six foot long.

Liza: Well, I mistook this guy for a large tree for a half-hour before I realized I'd seen that pattern before. He was nearly a foot in diameter and when the lunatic in my boat pulled out a gun and started shooting it, that snake took forever to leave.

Bobbi: Liza, do you really need me here to discuss a snake beyond all parameters of reality? I was writing a new novel when you abducted me.

Liza: My bad. Everybody welcome Bobbi.

Peep Rep: Hi Bobbi. What book have you brought us today?

Bobbi: Swamp Magic.


Liza: That is a fabulous book cover. Let's have the blurb for this delicious eye candy crawling through the swamp. How does he stay so handsome?


Deep in the muggy swamps where there is but one rule, kill or be killed, a new species has emerged - born not from nature but spawned from evil.
Octavia wasn’t stupid. Those unfortunate souls who have crossed paths with her didn’t just become swamp creatures, they became the least deadly of them. She hadn’t counted on the strong spirits of those she’d cursed.

From those murky swamp depths, a hero emerged. The type from which legends are born.

Moss, whose sensual iridescent tattoos are in fact thanks to his reptilian side, still struggles to come to terms with his fate and wants nothing more than to be left alone.

Beth’s life becomes upturned when she reluctantly agrees to accompany her idiotic brother on a hunt for the Bog Man. When she becomes separated from the others she comes face to face with the legend himself . . . only no one ever mentioned how damn sexy he was.

The swamp’s dark history tests the duo on their survival skills as well as luring them deeper into the magic of the swamp.
Sensuality Level: Sensual



The water eerily stilled as the swamp sounds came to an abrupt halt. No screeching hoot owls, no more insanely loud chirps from crickets. Nothing. No movement or sound pierced the night. Complete and utter silence greeted her. The loss of the natural sounds terrified her more than anything else. Something had spooked the critters and bugs, and her gut screamed that whatever it was, with her luck, was so not a good something.
Time to go. She slid off the log and began wading toward the cabin — or, rather, she hoped toward the cabin.

She felt more than heard the water swirling about her calves and whipped around to search for its source. Her heart rate went into overdrive as her palms grew sweaty, making it harder and harder to retain her death grip on the flashlight.

Turning, she began taking cautious steps backwards toward the bend and the hopeful safety of the shanty she’d seen. Her beam was now so dim, the heavy-gauge metal was more weapon than light as she raised it over her head, aiming toward the swirls moving the deeper water to her right. In the midst of the strange whirlpools, the odd yet mesmerizing iridescence came back. Only this time it wasn’t almost glowing — it was glowing. The eerie, greenish blue spiraled about madly, only visible here and there as it peeked out between the many lily pads, obscuring her view.
Terror gripped her, anchoring her in place as headlights do a deer over the freaky happenings before her. Trembling, her mind screamed to turn and run, but her body refused to heed her mind’s clear warning. Her heart beat with such velocity she swore it would burst from her chest at any moment. She couldn’t even seem to will breath into her body, and her lungs grew heavy. Her breathing became no more than ragged gasps as she began to hyperventilate.
Her eyes widened as the active water began to become more centered. Fear froze her immobile. Though terrified, she continued to be drawn, almost as if in a trance, into its strange murky depths. Her vision zeroed on the brightest point amid the swirls, jaw gaping open as a form began to emerge.
The form of a man.
He rose from the murky depths like some type of Greek deity, Neptune perhaps. Her mouth grew dry as he continued his slow rise, inch by glorious inch. Terror receded as blatant curiosity arose. She tried to lick her parched lips as droplets of water ran down his wet, chiseled chest and continued running until they disappeared into the low-slung waistband of his pants. Pants which, luckily for her, were good and wet and plastered to his magnificent body, leaving little to the rest of her imagination. She nibbled her bottom lip, wanting to lick just one of those lucky, lush little droplets rolling down him.
One jerk of his head moved the long, dirty-blond hair enough to reveal the face of a god. Eyes so intensely green she swore they penetrated her soul.
And shoulders, oh, so big, they would devour her if she were embraced within. Bronzed skin that had been kissed by many a sunray, abs that rippled right down his belly. Part of a beautiful tattoo was visible as it spread about his stomach in a unique pattern, seeming to come from his back.
She’d gone mad. She should be running in stark fear, yet here she stood watching a man emerge from the swamp and wondering about being wrapped safely in those huge arms. Her fingers itched to run them over every hard, muscled ridge, all the way down to … 
Too much heat — yes, that explained everything. She’d passed out from heat stroke and this was some weird delusion. One smoking hot sex delusion at that. It had been quite a while since she’d been with anyone intimately.
Her vivid delusion began heading straight toward her, a severe look drawn on his face, almost hungry and predatory in nature.
Holy smokes, she thought, licking her lips at the sight. Again her eyes drew toward what lay just below those fabulous abs as hip bones sculpted the most perfect V shape she’d ever seen. Her imaginary man would have been better completely and utterly naked; however, her luck seemed to have run out in that department.
The delusion seemed to beckon her as it stretched out a hand and one long finger pointed at her and began motioning her toward him. All the iridescent colors coming from him and the water began blending with the night and foggy air, swirling faster and faster in a tornadic display of light and color. Her head swam with it all, until from the heat, shock and fear, she succumbed to the pull of oblivion, and sank welcomingly into it.

5-Star Amazon Reviews!
and a trailer too.


Liza: Wow, that story sounds really great.

Peep Rep: And more believable than your 15 foot water moccasin.

Liza: I'm standing by what I saw. My mother thought it was 20 feet long. But she tends to exaggerate.

Peep Rep: Can we stay focused on Bobbi and Swamp Magic.

Bobbi: Peeps, I'll give one of you guys a copy of Swamp Magic if you'll just untie me so I can get home.

Liza: Hold on, you can't leave until you say something nice about my book Saving Casey. Otherwise, I can't take off your kidnapping expenses on my taxes.


Bobbi Romans Promotes Saving Casey


The concept's great. Who wouldn't dream of getting a do-over? Okay, I'm channeling my mother. Hell, I'm zoning in on my grandmother too...but C'Mon. To know what we know now AND be young again? Think about how we'd all rock! Sadly, the downfall I hear for Casey is that she came back uh, a few years too young for the man of her dreams. That would totally suck. Unless...

Liza: Don't even go there.  Here's the buy links for Swamp Magic.

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ARe 


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Liza: Peeps if you want a chance for a copy of Swamp Magic, then leave a comment that includes your email. Bobbi wants to get back to writing another swamp novel. She doesn't have time to hunt you down. And after wrestling that alligator, I'm too tired to do so for her. Thanks for stopping and if you haven't yet, follow me.

13 comments:

  1. LOL. Oh, boy. Liza's at it again.
    I HATE snakes. Hate them. I cannot belive your son handed you that snake. OMG. I would have died of fright. Even harmless little water snakes make me scream when I see them. I love the cover of this book.

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    1. Then you would have really hated my 15 foot water moccasin snake. It was fabulously surreal. Sadly, no one believes in its existence. I can't believe a country girl is afraid of snakes. Since I moved to NJ I never encounter dangerous snakes. (I think the settlers killed them all.) The snake sites claim we have rattlesnakes and copperheads, but I'm in the woods everyday and we've only seen one baby copperhead.

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    2. Trying again.

      Snakes I have no problem with. The boys brought me many a snake. So did my daughter. Now spiders? Oh HELL NO. I've been bit 3 times by poisonous spiders. 2 Brown Recluses and 1 Black Widow. Let me tell you...SHE doesn't play.

      Bobbi

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  2. Liza you have made kidnapping into a new art form. Such great results and no ransom to pay! I can't say I have an afinity for snakes, except for a bald pythom named George. Long story. Otherwise, I'm more of a cat person. Loved your premise, though, Bobbi! Good luck with your sales!

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    1. Well sadly for the men the Swamp Witch Octavia cursed...she's wasn't an air headed and witch. :( No dangerous critters from her. (But, uh...attitudes can go a long way) ;)

      And yes--Liza's kidnapping was um. Adventurous. Honestly, if not for her kidnapping, I'd never have gotten out of the house.

      Psst, Liza...you promised me an amaretto sour. *looks right-looks left* I don't see one and since I'm kinda stuck in this chair can't go look.

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    2. Bobbi, you are sadly deluded if you think you get amaretto sours when kidnapped. I just told you that to get you to leave the closet.

      And you're right about never getting out of the house if I hadn't kidnapped you. I didn't mention it before, but you were locked in the closet. So watch your back when I release you...tomorrow night. I'm keeping you another day.

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    3. So, this mean I get an amaretto sour after all?

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  3. Liza, congratulations on another successful kidnapping. For me, it depends on the snake. Great interview and excerpt. I tweeted.

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    1. Yes, the FBI hasn't stopped by once. This seems to work really well. Thank you tweeting. If you keep doing that, I will learn to return the favor. Being raised by feral cats, I'm slow to catch on, but have patience and it will happen.

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    2. You aren't a Tweeter? *Gasp* I'm telling the Swamp Boys to come kidnap you if you don't go sign up. Now I know you're thinking that wouldn't be a bad thing. Big 6ft, heavily muscled men tossing you over their shoulder...but they don't mind humidity and mosquitos. I'm betting you would.

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    3. Stop threatening me with swamp critters. I tweet. I just keep forgetting to tweet about the blogs I visit. In fact, I'm headed off to tweet now.

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  4. Liza, your kidnappings rock! Maybe I just have Stockholm Syndrome :P Congrats, Bobbi!! Love the premise and your cover is smokin'! Sounds like a fantastic read!!

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    1. Yes, I believe you do. You can try kidnapping a shrink and see if that helps. I agree with you, that cover is fabulous. I would have wrestled with him instead of the gator if I'd found him will trudging through the swamp to kidnap Bobbi.

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