Friday, June 28, 2013

Liza is at Ella Quinn's today


Trent and Carrie are at Ella Quinn's blog today (starting around 10. am) talking about what historical characters they'd like to be.

Both make interesting choices. Find out details you might not have known about King Leopold of Belgium and some eerie similarities to Trent.


 








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Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Join Liza at Book & More today


My crazy blog tour has begun
I'm at Karen Wilson's Books & More today where Sam the driver shares disturbing trivia 


Stop by and meet Sam.

Get a terrible first impression of Trent
AND DISCOVER A FUN SUMMER READ
WORST WEEK EVER.
It will make your days seem like a cake walk.
Books & More

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Monday, June 24, 2013

The Craziest Blog Tour Ever is Coming.

Very Soon the Craziest Blog Tour Ever Arrives
You will recognize it by it's Banner
See...it really is the craziest blog tour ever. I wasn't just exaggerating. 

It begins on June 26th. That is 1 or 2 days away, depending upon when you read this.
I am hyperventilating with happiness.
I'm sure by now, you've all figured out I'm a:

cracked nut

So you can and should expect some odd guest blogs, interviews, and picture stories over the Craziest Blog Tour Ever, if for no other reason, because of it's name.

The book I'm promoting, WORST WEEK EVER is coming out midway through the tour. So this is a pre-release, release date and post release event all in one, because I'm busy don't have time to do three separate tours. And more to the point: YOU'RE BUSY AND DON'T HAVE TIME to visit three of my crazy tours.

So I'm testing this 3 in 1 tour as my most efficient way to tell you about my  book, make you laugh, and get you to buy Worst Week Ever.

To encourage you to visit all my sites I've done the following:

Coughed up $$$
For those of you too tired to add, that $55 dollars.
Which is a lot for a starving author, let me assure you.

I've spent weeks painting pictures and creating amusing blogs for your entertainment. So don't be surprised when I send you to my guest blog to get your day's laugh from me. 

Here are some of the paintings I've done for the upcoming blogs:
Who is this creepy guy?

Who is this pretty woman and Blue-eyed guy? Will they get together?



Who is this wealthy snooty looking guy and this sweet young woman?

This is a cop. Is he a good cop or a bad cop?
And who is the old sleepy guy, and who's the fierce guy who looks like he want my shoot someone. Those are scary eyes.

And who is the really tall  and really tiny guy?
 
And why do we care about a limo?
This guy is Tiny, let's name him Tiny. 
I bet he's weird.
Is this a good pimp boss or bad pimp boss?

And this is the Tall guy. Let's call him Tiiny
He looks so weird, he's probably normal.
Eat me! You'll like me....a whole bunch.


You might notice, my artwork declines when I reached the narcotic turtles. What can I say...it's a narcotic turtle. 

To find out about these strange people, you will either need to follow the...what's it's name again...oh yes
 Or you could buy and read my book when it comes out on July 15th.


 And there will be a test come July 30th, so pay attention along the way.

(It's a fun test and you get a prize if you win it)
I hope to make this the most fun you've ever had during a blog tour. So stop by and see if I succeed.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Liza Interviews Never Gonna Desert You by Jessica Subject

Space welcome, my Peeps! Today I'm interviewing
Never Gonna Desert You by Jessica Subject.

Peep Rep: You mean Jessica is going to adopt me?

Liza: We can only hope!

Peep Rep: Jessica, please adopt me. I'm lots of fun and I can help you with your blogs.


Liza: Stop talking to Jessica. She's not even here. We're interviewing her book Never Gonna Desert You. And here's the book now, just beamed down from Jessica's spaceship.
Never Gonna Desert You
The Underground #2

By Jessica E. Subject

Liza: Welcome Never Gonna Desert You. May I call you Never?

Book: Sorry, I'm still getting my binding around the idea that you can talk to me. How is that possible?

Liza: Surely, as a space book you know practically anything is possible someplace in some universe.

Never: That's true.

Liza: So tell me about yourself. 

Never: Well, I’m the second book of The Underground series.

Liza: Based on your cover, you look really friendly.

Never: I’m an e
rotic lesbian sci-fi/dystopian romance.

Liza: Okay some of that...the dystopian part...sounds less than friendly.

Never: Some of it is.
 Imagine a city in the future that is run by a corporation rather than an accountable government. But, determined to find and bring back her girlfriend, Brook enlists in the next mission to the foreign planet, Airondelle. 

Liza: That sounds like a good plan.

Never: Unfortunately, the deception at Planet Core continues, and Brook doesn't realize the depth of her father's involvement until he orders her terminated. 

Liza: I'm going to guess that he's not getting a ceramic cup declaring Best Father Ever on Father's Day.

Never: Good bet. Struggling to stay alive, she quickly learns nothing is as she believed. 
Will she ever find Melina? Or will Brook be stuck light years from home, alone, and with a fierce predator hunting her down?

Liza: There we go with the questions again. Why are you asking me? I haven't read you yet. 

Never: Well you should.

Liza: I know, but you aren't out yet. You release June 25th.

Never: Oh, sorry. We books don't obsess over time like you humans do.

Liza: We are a bit time obsessed. 

Never: Fortunately, my author Jessica is actually an alien and can stretch time, so she's not as wacky as some of you are.

Liza: You mean me.

Never: *ruffles pages* Well, if the title fits, wear it.

Liza: Hold on! I spied an interesting part while you were ruffling pages. Go back to that and let me read.

Never: I don't know...


Liza: Either show me that section, or discover what a fierce predator can do to a book.

Never: Oh my God! Whatever did that, keep it away. Read whatever you like, just keep your predator away.


“Let’s go, Malock.” Jager raised his eyebrows. “Or did you change your mind?”

She stood and released a deep breath. Even with her trepidation, she refused to back out now. 
Melina waited for her. “No, I’m looking forward to seeing Airondelle for myself.”

Brook spun away and rushed to catch up with her comrades. If she revealed her plans, she’d be stopped before she could find her lover. She would have to hide Melina right under their noses to bring her home. She pushed her shoulders back. I can do this. I have to.

The all-terrain vehicles sat loaded with equipment for the mission in front of the swirling mass of the portal. Her father certainly wasn’t wasting any time getting a team back to Airondelle. Crewmembers already filled the first vehicle, so she hopped into the back of the second.

Jager passed around everyone’s mission directives then shoved in on her left. Thank goodness he was the last to load. With his bulk, he occupied both of the remaining seats.

Before she had time to read her personal orders, they proceeded into the portal. She passed through the spinning matter, her body pulled and stretched in every direction. Unknown forces pushed on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She gripped the seat, hoping she wouldn’t get pulled out. But the awkwardness didn’t last long. The transporter room light years away, clean, fresh air poured into her lungs. The alien vegetation of the foreign planet lined the rough dirt road they traveled. She yearned to explore the flora and fauna on a more intimate level. And she would, after setting up camp.

She opened the folder with her mission directive inside. Instead of the stack of papers detailing what Planet Core expected of her, she found a single sheet.

Her father’s handwriting scrawled across the page. You can never know the truth.


Hard, cold steel pressed against her temple. A gun. Her breath caught. What the hell is going on? She grabbed her knapsack and launched out of the vehicle.

****
Liza: Wow! What a fabulous excerpt. I'm sorry about threatening you with a spaniel puppy... No, I'm not. I'm just glad I don't actually own the spaniel puppy that chose book shredder as his occupation.

Never: Then I am not to be torn to shreds at any moment?

Liza: No, but I really want to read you. You sound fascinating.

Never: I am, but you'll have to wait and read me when I come out.

Liza: Why can't I read you right now? You have the whole story in you, I know you do! This is because I interviewed Jessica's other book, Another Night, Another Planet first, isn't it.

Never: *pages flutter, front cover trembles*

Liza: Oh, Never. Don't get upset over that. I only interviewed ANAP first because it came out of the publishing womb first. It's just a coincidence of timing. 

Never: When you put it like that, it doesn't matter. It's just that betrayals are every day events for me.

Liza: I see that from the excerpt.

Never: And then you threatened to shred me...

Liza: It wasn't a real threat. I just wanted to read that except. Forgive me?

Never: Okay. 

Liza: *hugs book* Thank you. And just so you know, I will be buying you.

Never: Okay, you can stop hugging me now. I need to thank my author so she realizes the interview is over and beams me back to her spaceship.

Liza: I hope you aren't going to tell my peeps she's just a nice Canadian, because you and I both know that's not true.

Never: Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. 

Liza: That's all true.

Never: When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

Liza: By 'fast' she means at the speed of light, but again, all true.

Never: Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. 

Liza: Okay, that's sort of true. She does possess a house in Ontario, which is actually a teleport to her very nice spaceship. And she does have a human husband and two faster-than-light children.

Never: And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.

Liza: The same can be said for all authors. We all love to hear from our readers. It's one of the greatest joys of writing.

Never: Oh, my spine is tingling. That's a sure sign I'm being teleport--

Liza: Bye, Never. I'll see you again, I promise. Thanks for letting me interview Never Gonna Desert You, Jessica.

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Please leave comments for me, Never, and Jessica. We love comments.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Liza interviews the book The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh by Ella Quinn

Today, I'm very excited to interview Ella Quinn's book: The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh.

Peep Rep: Is there a prize?

Liza: Yes, but it's a secret.

Peep Rep: But how do I know I'll want it?

Liza: Trust me, this is something you'll want.


Peep Rep: Sure are a lot of secrets going around. Well, I doubt the book will have a secret once the interview is over.

Liza: I'm not sure about that. Books can be closed covered you know. Some even had latches that lock.

Peep: *snorts* I can't imagine that stopping you.

Liza: Well, hopefully, it won't come to that. And if it does, maybe Ella will send the key along with the book.

Peep: How is this book arriving.

Liza: By carriage. Oh look here it comes now.

Liza: Welcome The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh. Here, let me help you out of the carriage. May I call you Secret? 



Book: The Seduction Of Lady Phoebe told me you could converse with books, but I didn't quite believe it until now. This is most intriguing.

Liza: Yes, I'm uniquely special in this way.  So may I call you Secret? Your title is very long.

Book: I'm more comfortable with Anna Marsh. 

Liza: But you do know you aren't THE Anna Marsh in your story. You are the story, not a character.

Book: Naturally, I am not a character.

Liza: We'll call you Anna Marsh, but I'm using the initials to reduce space.

AM: Very wise of you. Many times it is best not to use whole names. In case the letter would fall into the wrong hands. I’m sure you understand.

Liza: Not really, but I'm often confused. Did you know I met your two main characters while reading TSLP.

AM: Ah, so you are also required to hide your activities. I’ve not had to use codes, but if you provide me with the key…
 
Liza: No, that's the initials for The Seduction of Lady Phoebe.

AM: Oh, of course. 

Liza: Perhaps you can share a bit about--

AM: My secrets? No! I couldn’t possibly, not only I, but my family would face ruin!

Liza: About yourself. 

AM: Since Anna Marsh--

Liza: The book or the character?

AM: The character. We already agreed I would be AM, did we not? In addition, I never refer to myself in 3rd Person.

Liza: My apologies, proceed.

AM: Apology accepted. As I was saying since she was a young girl, Anna Marsh has dreamed of Sebastian, Baron Rutherford asking for her hand in marriage. 

Liza: Well then, this should be an easy story, since I know from TSLP that he wants to marry her.

AM: Yes, well, unfortunately, her dream came from an earlier time when her brother Harry still lived. A time before she vowed to secretly continue the work he valiantly died for.

Liza: And what work was that?

AM: I cannot tell you. Did you not believe me when I told you disclosure would destroy all Anna Marsh holds dear? And if she were to die, as her brother did, her parents would never recover.

Liza: Sounds serious.

AM: It is. And painful for her as well. Now that Sebastian had finally decided to marry Anna, she must thwart his advances.

Liza: Why?

AM: Were he to discover her secret, he would never deem her a suitable wife.

Liza: And what does poor Sebastian think about all of this?

AM: He's always known Anna would become his wife someday. He expects few obstacles--

Liza: Well, that' a bit cheeky. He spends years courting Phoebe and then thinks when that doesn't work out he can  snap his fingers and Anna will come running?

AM: I meant to say he expects a few obstacles, just not an impenetrable wall. Anna dissuades him at every turn.

Liza: And what does he think about that?

AM: *chuckles* He concludes there is much more to this intriguing woman than he'd realized. Not only must he prove they are meant to be together, but first, he must unravel the seductive mystery that surrounds Miss Anna Marsh.

Liza: Thank you for not asking me how the book will end.

AM: Why would I do such a thing? The book doesn't come out until November 7th. How could you possibly know in advance?

Liza: Exactly my point!

AM: So, I'm confused. What exactly is the point you are trying to make?

Liza: That you're doing a great job.

AM: Oh. I hadn't actually derived that from your response, but never mind. Is there anything else you wish to know before I waddle back to the carriage?

Liza: A great deal! First, may I have a peek under your cover?

AM: Why?

Liza: Because I want to read a bit.

AM: You're trying to discover Anna's secret!

Liza: That would be nice, but I just want to read a bit. I love the way Ella Quinn writes. She soothes me.

AM: In that case, I will allow you to read a piece taken from the part of the story that does not involve Anna Marsh’s secret.



Percy grabbed Anna’s hand from Rutherford’s arm.
Without a thought, she whirled, pulled him to her, and punched him in the face. Percy stumbled back into the fountain, landing in the cold water with a splash.

Rutherford smiled as she was wiping her hands. “Well done, my dear. A perfect flush hit.”

Percy floundered for a few moments, before she said, “I suppose we should help him out.

“Not you,” Rutherford said. “It would minimize the effect, and you might ruin that perfectly lovely gown. I’ll do it. Though it goes sadly against the grain.

He reached out, grabbed Percy’s flailing hand, and pulled him out of the fountain.

Percy, cold and angry, fixed his gaze on Anna. “When we are married, you will not do that.”

Anna closed her eyes and struggled not to hit him again. “We are not going to marry. I don’t know where you got such a ridiculous notion. I would rather be a spinster than marry you.” She pointed to the door to the drawing room. “You are no longer welcome at Marsh Hill. Go. Now.”

Dripping, Percy left.

Rutherford put his arms around her. “Allow me to congratulate you on a stellar performance.”

Anna heaved a sigh. “Do you think he’ll stop?”

“If he doesn’t, either you or I will pummel him into the ground.”

She brightened. “Yes, of course. What a grand idea.”

Rutherford shook his head. “You’re a bloodthirsty wench.”


******
Liza: That didn't soothe me exactly, but it was delightful.  I found something that gives a hint to Anna Marsh's secret.

AM: Impossible! I was most careful not to reveal anything.


Liza: You have been. But Ella, not so much. She sent me the following quote: 


“Let yourself be seduced by this sexy mix of spies, smugglers, and happily ever afters.” 
—Sally MacKenzie


Liza: This indicates that Anna Marsh is a spy attempting to break up a smuggler's ring.

AM: *Slams Book Cover* Ella! How could you?

Liza: It's all right, Anna Marsh the book, I recently hired a Regency Investigator pup. You never stood a chance of keeping your secret. IP Jr. come out and meet the book The Secrets of Miss Anna Marsh.

IP Jr: Allo there. Nice to meet you TSMAM.

AM: Put me back in my carriage now. 

Liza: Your pages are trembling. Are you angry or scared?

AM: Terrified. Have you seen what a pup can do to a book?

Liza: Actually, I have. Good point. I'll send you home now. It's been a pleasure talking with you.

Don't worry, I'll talk about Ella for you. 

AM: Yes, yes, just let me go now.

Liza: Clearly, Anna Marsh the book isn't quite as brave as Anna Marsh the character.  Otherwise, she would have given IP Jr. two black eyes...oh wait he already has those. 

IP Jr. You shouldn't judge the book too harshly. I'm clearly a boxer and it doesn't have any limbs are all. I could shred it to pieces in 10 seconds flat.

Liza: Well, if I need to terrorize a book into talking, I'll give you a call. Otherwise, when I'm interviewing books, you need to keep a low profile.

IP Jr: Grrrrrrr *leaves*

Liza: Great. Another bad attitude employee. 
Speaking of people with a great attitude, let me tell you a bit about Ella Quinn.

First, she's just about the nicest person you'll ever meet. 


IP Jr: I'm back with the goods on Ella Quinn.
Ella Quinn was born in County Longford, Ireland in 1850. As a young woman she immigrated to the United States and made her home in Philadelphia. She owned her own business as a wig maker and is listed in the 1890 Philadelphia Directory. Ella married John Brennan and had two children.  She continued to run her business and kept her maiden name until her husband died in 1899. I’ve only found one census record of her.  But I’ve found several ships’ manifests. She sailed from Philadelphia to France at least once a year until WWI was already underway. To me she was truly an amazing woman.

Liza: Wrong, IP Jr. 
Ella lives a dream life in the Virgin Islands. I think that's her great-grandmother, Ella Quinn, you investigated. However, it does show why Ella's heroines are so strong, both mentally and physically.

IP Jr.: Then it's good I dug this up?

Liza: It's most interesting. Well done, IP Jr.
Great news Peeps! Even though this book won't release until November 7th, you may pre-order the book now.


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And be sure to leave a comment. I love to get comments, so does Ella, and I'm sure once Anna Marsh the book recovers from near death by puppy, she'll want comments too.

IP Rep: I like pats on my head and good boy comments too. Oh and I discovered what the secret prize is. For only lucky commenter who leaves an email address, you'll get a copy of the book I just chased off: The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh.


Sunday, June 16, 2013

Liza Reviews The Seduction of Lady Phoebe by Ella Quinn


Today I'm reviewing 

The Seduction of Lady Phoebe
 by Ella Quinn.


I won't call this a 'can't put down book' because I contentedly put it down frequently. In fact, I purposely drew out my reading experience over many weeks. I did this not because I was bored, but rather because I fell in love with the characters and I did not wish to let them go.

  They are, to put it bluntly, addictive. 

I delighted in spending an hour of my busy day with them. Their antics and romance took me back in time and for that one hour, I was there with them, wishing Phoebe would just forgive Marcus, all the while understanding why her logical brain needed more proof that he was indeed a changed man.

Ella's gentle hand did a remarkable job crafting the environment. Often in historicals, an author will carry on for too long about the tapestries or gardens and I will begin to skim, wishing to return to the plot. That never happened with The Seduction of Phoebe. Ella Quinn has an excellent sense of how to layer her descriptions within her scene, so you feel an enriched sense of location about you while keeping the story forefront, moving along at a pleasant pace.

Her story gave me the same tranquility I obtain from reading Jane Austen.  Her two main characters are delightful and unique people. The heroine an independent and powerful young woman. The hero is honorable, loyal, and seductively sexy. The villain is truly trollish. Yet while he is lacking in etiquette, he proves to be most clever in abductions and murder. His potential threat to Phoebe remains an ongoing undercurrent through most of the book. 

There are two major events that occur before the book ends, which to avoid spoilers, I won't discuss in detail. But I will say there were both handled uniquely and appropriately.  

This book's enjoyment begins on page one and remains steady throughout. Without question, I will be reading the two other novels in this series that are coming out soon as well.

I give this book five stars with a warning:

The characters of this book are addictive.

Want to know more about The Seduction of Lady Phoebe?

THE MARRIAGE GAME
THE SEDUCTION OF LADY PHOEBE ~ September, 19, 2013
LADY PHOEBE STANHOPE, famous for her quick wits, fast horses, and punishing right hook, is afraid of nothing but falling in love. Fleeing a matchmaking attempt with the only man she despises, Phoebe meets a handsome blue-eyed stranger who sends her senses skittering. By the time Phoebe discovers the seductive stranger is the same arrogant troll she sent packing eight years ago, she is halfway to falling in love with him.


LORD MARCUS FINLEY last saw Phoebe striding regally away, as he lay on the floor with a bruised jaw and a rapidly swelling eye. Recently returned from the West Indies, Marcus is determined to earn Phoebe’s love, preferably before she discovers who he is. Determined to have Phoebe for his own, Marcus begins his campaign to gain her forgiveness and seduce her into marriage.

Can Phoebe learn to trust her own heart and Marcus? Or is she destined to remain alone?


~Lady Phoebe is a heroine Georgette Heyer would adore--plucky, pretty, and well worth the devotion of the dashing Lord Marcus. A marvelous find for Regency romance readers.~
~NYT Bestseller Grace Burrowes ~

Ella Quinn’s The Seduction of Lady Phoebe is a passionate tale full of humor, romance, and poignancy. Quinn writes classic Regency romance at its best!”
~Shana Galen~


Excerpt
Last week in August, 1814, Cranbourne Place, England
Phoebe walked briskly into the large, sunny breakfast room, the train of her pale green nankeen riding habit draped over one arm.
She greeted her brother, Geoffrey, the sixth Earl of Cranbourne. “Good morning.”
When he looked up from his news sheet and met her gaze, Phoebe saw the fatigue etched in his face.
“Oh, you poor dear,” she said. “Is it the baby?” Miles was Geoffrey and his wife, Amabel’s six-month-old son.
“Yes,” Geoffrey replied. “He’s getting his first tooth. I dare say, had I’d known he would be in this much pain, I would have recommended to him that he not bother.”
Grinning, Phoebe said, “I am sure he would have appreciated the advice.”
Geoffrey handed her a section of the news sheet, and they sat in companionable silence until her sister-in-law joined them.
After pouring a cup of tea, Amabel asked Phoebe, “When do you leave for Town?”
She swallowed a piece of toast. “Next week.”
“I do wish I could go with you,” Amabel said.
“What a whisker!” Phoebe smiled. “You have no desire at all to go to London and dance attendance on me, and, indeed, I have no wish for you to have to do so. I am quite content to stay with my Aunt St. Eth. I much prefer the political parties the St. Eths attend.”
Her sister-in-law pulled a face. “But they are so dry.”
Phoebe laughed when Amabel wrinkled her nose. “I know, for you the subject is a dead bore, but I enjoy it extremely.”
Her sister-in-law frowned. “My dear, how will you ever find a husband if you are attending only political parties?”
“It is not as if there are no unmarried gentlemen at the parties,” Phoebe retorted. “Besides, I daresay I have met every unmarried gentleman the length and breadth of England. Not one has given me the smallest desire to marry. Perhaps I shall set up a salon and become a famous bluestocking.”
Her sister-in-law’s mouth dropped open in shock. “You cannot mean that!”
Phoebe tried to hide her exasperation. “I know you’ve tried very hard to bring about a match for me. I wish you would not persist. I shall marry when I find a gentleman I can love and not before.”
“But you must marry,” Amabel said. “You are almost twenty-four, and you are much too beautiful to become a spinster.”
“I am well aware of my age,” Phoebe said as mildly as she could. “I’m not on the shelf yet.”
After taking a sip of tea, Amabel said airily, “I have invited my brother to visit us.”
Phoebe creased her brows. “Evesham? I thought he was too ill to travel.”
“No, Arthur is indeed too ill,” her sister-in-law said. “I have invited my other brother, Marcus. He shall arrive in three days time.”
“Lord Marcus?”
Amabel hesitated before continuing, “He needs to marry now, and I immediately thought of you.”
At the mention of Lord Marcus Finley, Phoebe’s stomach clenched, and the humiliation she had not felt in years burbled within her, feeding her anger.
She took a breath and calmly but firmly said, “I have met Lord Marcus, we did not suit. Amabel, pray excuse me. I have just remembered something I must do.”


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