Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Liza kidnaps Merissa McCain

It's been awhile, but I found someone new to kidnap.

Peep Rep: Who is it?

Liza: I'll give you some hints. This author loves to read, write, drink strong coffee and eat dark chocolate.

Peep Rep: That describes 99% of the authors out there.

Liza: She lives in the deep south--

Peep Rep: uh oh...

Liza: --with her very own superhero and three minions. And together they are planning to take over the world.

Peep Rep: Dr. Who  writes novels?

Liza: I said 'her' not 'him'.

Peep Rep: I don't know what gender Dr. Who is. I've never had the opportunity to check. You know England had a military doctor in the Victorian times that turned out to be a woman, but they only discovered that upon his death. 

Liza: Actually I do know that, but this author, is NOT Dr. Who, so here's another hint: She's co-authored a book with the fabulous Margaret Bail. It's due for release on October 1, 2013. It’s a Paranormal Romance featuring a campy post apocalyptic take on the Snow White tale, and is the first in our Tales from Beyond the End series.
Peep Rep: I know the answer: Merissa McCain!

Liza: You're right Peep Rep, it's Merissa. Welcome to my home Merissa. You don't look happy, are you ill?

Merissa: More like annoyed. I am crazy busy right now and I wake up from my few hours sleep to discover I've been kidnapped. 

Liza: Don't worry, I don't ask for a ransom. Me and my readers are just curious about your book.

Merissa: Seriously? You kidnapped me to learn about my book?

Liza: Yes.

Merissa: Liza, I'm an author! You don't have to kidnap me to get me to talk about my book. You only have to ask.

Liza: I like your attitude. So how come this book is written by two M&M's?

Merissa: What?

Peep Rep: Both of your initials are MM. So she's calling you M&M's. 

Merissa: My friend (and sometimes writing partner) Margaret Madigan and I were chatting on Facebook. Margaret lives in the frozen snowy expanses of the Dakotas, and I live way farther south than that, so we do a lot of our chatting via Face Book.  We were chatting about a special call that had been posted on the internet for reimagined fairy tales. One thing led to another, and we found ourselves plotting, then writing the story that turned out to be Hero For Hire.

Peep Rep: I don't think Liza could work with anyone. She's abnormal.

Liza: Hey, go find links and stop doing my job. *Peep Rep leaves*
Seriously, how did working with another author work out?

Melissa: Writing with Margaret was fun for me to do, and I suppose she liked it too, because we are working on more in the Tales From Beyond the End series, as well as on some contemporary romance novels.  We generally each take a main character, and alternate scenes, which works well for romances, and then edit together.

Liza: So tell me more about this collaboration. Great cover, by the way.


 Merissa: Thanks. Here's the Blurb:

One day her prince would come…disguised as a zombie-killer. 

Having been disgraced and tossed out by her own scientific community, Gwyn is convinced she can develop a cure for a SuperVirus that has turned the Infected into zombies. By pure luck and determination, she has survived on her own for years, but while out scavenging, a clash with the local zombies leaves her potentially infected. Now, running out of time, she needs help and takes a chance on a hero for hire.

Rafe loves the apocalypse. Since the world went to hell, everything’s come up roses for him. Having procured a mansion in the Hollywood hills, adopted a slew of homeless boys and one cantankerous but useful Doc, Mr. Charming is benefiting from the nasty zombie infestation. His job? Killing the bastards, which he considers fun anyway. Gwyn Snow needs Rafe Charming to help retrieve her research from the Paragon Pharmaceuticals lab, also known as Zombie Central. Believing she can yet save the world, Gwyn makes Rafe question what’s right and what’s worth the fight.

CONTENT WARNING: Prince Charming, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves as you’ve never seen them before. Tales From Beyond the End, #1 A Lyrical Press Fantasy Romance – Once Upon”

Liza: This sounds very good. Tell me an excerpt from memory.

Merissa: You could just untie me...

Liza: Nope, you'll leave then. I plan to keep you 3 days.

Merissa: What? I need to get back now!

Liza: Hey, at least you have another M&M to promote while you're tied up. Now start orating.
(I think I made that word up,)

Merissa: Grrrrrrr. All, here's what happens in chapter one when she's scavenging in a mall for supplies.


I was reaching for a twenty-four pack of double-roll toilet paper when I heard the first Infected. They rattled when they breathed, like people in the last stages of lung disease. It was far too close. I squealed and dropped the toilet paper, then realizing I was unarmed, lunged for the bat.

The Infected came at me. Pale, tattered and filthy, he looked like a homeless person who’d been hiding in a cave for the last two years.

My heart tripped in my chest and my lips tingled with the first signs of hyperventilation. It was a few yards from the back of the Rover, but I knew I’d have to hit the thing, as much as I didn’t want to. 
I’d never get to the driver’s door before it reached me, so I tightened my grip on the bat. The Infected had been a person, and it was my fault he’d ended up this way. He kept coming in his awkward, rapid gait. If I didn’t fight him off, I’d end up like him, or dead. Neither option worked for me.

I took two steps and swung the bat, screaming as I did. 

Liza: And? You can't stop there!

Merissa: That's all I can remember. Untie me and I'll read you more.

Liza: I wan't born yesterday. 

Peep Rep: I'm back with the buy links.

Liza: Ha! We can buy our own copy now.


BUY LINKS
Hero for Hire 
Kobo  Indigo     Itunes    B&N



Liza: Well done on the links, Peep Rep.

Merissa: And what about me?

Liza: I'll let you go in three days IF you've said something about one of my novels.

Merissa: But I haven't read all of them yet.

Liza: Not a problem. David the robot will read them aloud to you. Peep Rep, will set it up. 

Peep Rep: I'd recommend you start with the first book of A Long Road to Love series, Worst Week Ever. It's got twenty-seven 5 stars and eleven 4 stars reviews.

Merissa: Ha! I’m way ahead of you! I’m already reading Worst Week Ever. Its cute, and funny and charming, and I just got done with the bit where they got arrested. So, if you let me go, I can get back to reading. Because I can’t just leave the second half unread!

Liza: Thank you, Merissa. That was nice and so unexpected.  Now don't forget peeps, you can stalk Merissa at the following locations:


twitter.com/MerissaMcCain/

 or via email at merissa.mccain@gmail.com

And leave a message or she won't know you stopped by.

Liza O'Connor's 1st blog for Ghost Lover


I was supposed to be on Lyrical Press's Blog with my first blog for Ghost Lover, but its not there, so I decided to make it here instead.


Welcome to the very first blog for Ghost Lover… Ever

Liza: Let me first introduce you to the main character of my delightful, humorous, and sometimes outrageous contemporary romance.

 Lassier! What are you showing up for? I meant Senna, not you!
Lassier: I beg your pardon, but who is named in your title? Does it say Senna the Adorable Criminal, or does it say Ghost Lover, aka Renoir Lassier, the greatest lover of all times, both in life and after-life?
Liza: I am fully aware of your reputation, and I imagine by now having a multitude of centuries behind you, you can claim thousands of seductions.
Lassier: Thousands? I achieved that before I died. I am approaching a million at this point.
Liza: To that point. *Liza pokes the hard belly of Lassier* Why do you feel real?
Lassier: * Leans in and whispers in her ear* Would you like to find out how real I can feel?
Liza: *stumbles back.* Man, you really are the most seductive guy in the world. *shakes head* But back to my question: why do you seem so real, instead of a faint cloud like most ghosts?
Lassier: The truth?
Liza: Yes, that would be nice.
Lassier: *moves closer* Do you promise never to tell Brendon? Because, frankly, I don’t want the competition.
Liza: *chuckles* I understand. Brendon is cuter and just as lascivious as you.
Lassier: I have no desire to be “cute”. But rest assured, I can appear in whatever form you want, my dear. Name the man of your desire and I will make love to you in his form.
Liza: How is that possible?
Lassier: I have two methods. One’s enjoyable, and one’s very enjoyable.
Liza: *steps back* Okay, I’m losing control of my interview. Now I understand why Senna fell for your charm. You are irrestistable!
Lassier: *nods once and smiles*
Liza: No wonder the Durran women have been falling for you over the centuries.
Lassier: To be honest, they were easy seductions. The Durran men have never been a very pleasant lot. There are few locked in ghost chains in the lower chambers that are downright horrible. However, this was never a problem until recently.
Liza: What changed?
Lassier: Women’s Rights! Now women have total say over who they will marry and how many children they bear. And due to all the romance novels being written and sold freely to young ladies, females now expect to be loved and cherished by their husbands.
Liza: And you have a problem with this?
Lassier: Moi? Not at all. I love and cherish young women daily. However, to current standards, neither Brendon nor Garrison make desirable husband material.
Liza: I know Brendon is a hound-dog and unreliable, but what’s wrong with Gar?
Lassier: While not the bastard his father was, Gar is overly stern, critical, and lacks patience. Probably due to all the beatings he endured as a boy because Brendon wouldn’t behave. However, I’m sure Senna will cheer him up in no time.
Liza: But Senna is marrying Brendon.
Lassier: Ah yes. Fixing YOUR screw up is going to be most challenging!
Liza: Look, I just scribed this story. You guys did what you wanted…especially you! So don’t go putting this all on me. If things are in a tangle, blame it on the Durrans.
And you never told me why you feel so real.

Lassier: Have to go. Gar is demanding my presence, and he doesn’t sound happy.
*disappears in thin air*

Liza: *sighs*  Ghosts! No wonder Gar gets so annoyed with them. Nevermind, let me tell you about this delightful book that wrote itself.

Ghost Lover
By Liza O’Connor

Contemporary Romance with a touch of paranormal

Blurb
Two sexy English brothers. One irresistible ghost. Who would you choose as your lover?
Completely broke and with a criminal record to boot, Senna Smith is one day from eviction from her apartment when Brendon, her promiscuous roommate from London, suggests she go to England, marry him, and manage his fortune. With few other options, she agrees to an open marriage. But she’ll never, ever, have sex with him, knowing if she falls in love with him, he’ll break her heart.
As trustee of Brendon’s family fortune, there is no way Brendon’s older brother, Garrison Durran, is going to let him marry a self-professed American gold-digger. As Senna tries to embrace castle life and English society for Brendon’s sake, Gar discovers Senna is the perfect woman for him--beautiful and intelligent, kind and caring. Now, if she wasn’t already engaged to his brother…
The ancestral ghost of Durran Castle has to intervene if the Durran brothers have any chance of an heir. He can’t leave them to fix matters on their own. They are useless buggers when it comes to love. As counselor to Gar, matchmaker for Brendon, and lover to Senna, a ghost’s work is never done.
CONTENT WARNING: Allergy warning: Ghost cat in book.  

Excerpt

 “So my brother steals all your money and to compensate you, he suggests you come to England, marry him, and he’ll give you his trust fund.” Only his brother could contrive such an absurd plan.
“Yes.” By her brief answer, he gathered she thought it a perfectly reasonable solution.
His brother might be an idiot, but this gold digger would soon discover Gar a force to reckon with. “Did he steal a half million from your bank account?”
Brendon laughed. “Do you have any idea how long that would take? Cash machines only allow you two visits a day at two hundred dollars a pop.”
“How much did he take?” Gar restated his question.
“Four hundred,” Senna replied.
Gar stared up at the ceiling praying for patience, then glared at Ditz. “So why didn’t you pay her back the four hundred?”
Ditz stubbornly refused to answer, and instead glanced at the girl.
She sighed and faced Gar. “Precisely what I asked. He said he didn’t have the four hundred, but if I married him, he would come into a half million. Since the landlord planned to evict me, I really had no choice but to accept the offer.”

AUTHOR INFO
About Liza O'Connor
Liza 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. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT 
LIZA O'CONNOR &
SAVING CASEY:


To Be Released December 2, 2013

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Cover Reveal Day for Ghost Lover by Liza O'Connor

Ghost Lover
 Cover Reveal 
Ghost Lover
By Liza O’Connor

Contemporary Romance with a touch of paranormal

Blurb
Two sexy English brothers. One irresistible ghost. Who would you choose as your lover?
Completely broke and with a criminal record to boot, Senna Smith is one day from eviction from her apartment when Brendon, her promiscuous roommate from London, suggests she go to England, marry him, and manage his fortune. With few other options, she agrees to an open marriage. But she’ll never, ever, have sex with him, knowing if she falls in love with him, he’ll break her heart.
As trustee of Brendon’s family fortune, there is no way Brendon’s older brother, Garrison Durran, is going to let him marry a self-professed American gold-digger. As Senna tries to embrace castle life and English society for Brendon’s sake, Gar discovers Senna is the perfect woman for him--beautiful and intelligent, kind and caring. Now, if she wasn’t already engaged to his brother…
The ancestral ghost of Durran Castle has to intervene if the Durran brothers have any chance of an heir. He can’t leave them to fix matters on their own. They are useless buggers when it comes to love. As counselor to Gar, matchmaker for Brendon, and lover to Senna, a ghost’s work is never done.
CONTENT WARNING: Allergy warning: Ghost cat in book.  

Excerpt

 “So my brother steals all your money and to compensate you, he suggests you come to England, marry him, and he’ll give you his trust fund.” Only his brother could contrive such an absurd plan.
“Yes.” By her brief answer, he gathered she thought it a perfectly reasonable solution.
His brother might be an idiot, but this gold digger would soon discover Gar a force to reckon with. “Did he steal a half million from your bank account?”
Brendon laughed. “Do you have any idea how long that would take? Cash machines only allow you two visits a day at two hundred dollars a pop.”
“How much did he take?” Gar restated his question.
“Four hundred,” Senna replied.
Gar stared up at the ceiling praying for patience, then glared at Ditz. “So why didn’t you pay her back the four hundred?”
Ditz stubbornly refused to answer, and instead glanced at the girl.
She sighed and faced Gar. “Precisely what I asked. He said he didn’t have the four hundred, but if I married him, he would come into a half million. Since the landlord planned to evict me, I really had no choice but to accept the offer.”

AUTHOR INFO
About Liza O'Connor
Liza 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. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT 
LIZA O'CONNOR &
SAVING CASEY:


To Be Released December 2, 2013

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Liza Interviews Tera Shanley about Zombies and her book Love in the time of the Dead

Today, I have a leading expert on Zombies to interview.

Peep Rep: You got Tera Shanley, author of Love in the Time of the Dead to come speak on Zombies?


Liza: Indeed I did.  Tera come in and have a seat.


Peep Rep: Don't sit in Liza's seat. Sit on my sofa instead.


Liza: Hold on, you aren't interviewing Tera, I am.


Peep Rep: But--


Liza: Go roundup the buy links while I interview my zombie expert.


Peep Rep: *leaves grumbling a great deal*


Liza: Tera, come in and sit in the red chair.


Tera: Thanks Liza. If you don't mind, I'd prefer the sofa. I'm exhausted from slaying zombies.


Liza: Oh all right. But in return you must answer my questions thoroughly. *sits on couch with Tera* Comfy?


Tera *wiggles about a bit* Yes, thank you.


Liza: Then let's start. What do your zombies look like?


Tera: Typical - rotting, flesh hanging from their faces and necks in strips, tattered clothing, serious case of rotty-pit-stank, clacking teeth, grayish green complexion, filmy eyes, stringy hair, questionable hygiene.

Liza: This is exactly why I never invite people over. What do your zombies eat?  Will they eat baby bird brains?

Tera: They prefer human delicacies but if they’re hungry enough, they’ll go for some baby bird brains for sure. Desperate times and measures and all and a zombie’s gotta eat!

Liza: If a Zombie bites an elephant, does it become a zombiephant?

Tera: A terrifying image, but no. This disease spreads through human tissue only, so no zombie weenie dogs, or zombiedonkeys, or zombiegoldfish.

Liza: Then how do you account for this picture I found.

Tera: Ummmm, Photoshop?
Liza: So let's get to the key worry of my readers. Are there real zombies out there in the streets?

Tera: No. I’ve killed them all. You’re welcome.

Liza: I can speak for us all that it's good to know you've killed all the human zombies. But since you adamantly insist the virus can't jump species, you haven't killed the zombie rats and they scare me more than the zombiephant.
Tera: There are no zombie rats.
Liza: Right. So are your zombies recently dead, or long dead?

Tera: Depends on when they were turned. The outbreak has only happened three years before, so the older ones are just starting to look like the good old-fashioned saggy-fleshed horror zombies.

Liza: How long does a zombie last before it falls apart?
Tera: Quite a while. The rate of decay is slowed, just like their agility and ability to feel pain. They can starve to an eventual death but it takes years, so waiting for one to just lose interest in eating you is a pointless endeavor. They’re patient hunters with a one-track mind and their favorite food is…well…you. Don’t feed the Deads. They’ll fall apart faster that way.



Liza: This one doesn't seem to eat. Do I still need to fear it?


Tera:  Absolutely. The hungrier they become, the better your brains...well maybe not your brains....


Liza: Because I'm a nut?


Tera: Exactly. Zombies don't eat nuts. They eat brains?


Liza: Thank God for that. Thank you for the lessons about zombies. I feel so much better knowing the rat and elephant zombies were photo shopped.   



And the Aye Aye Zombie is fake too, right?


Tera: The rule is simple, Liza. ONLY HUMANS can become zombies.


Liza: Maybe you should tell us about your story.





Blurb



Laney Landry has been fighting Deads alongside her brother and friends for three years. But she has a secret. She's immune to Dead bites and has to find the right people to trust with the information. Her team rallies around her to find a doctor who can extract a vaccine from Laney which could fight the virus that ended the world.

Sean Daniels leads a colony that provides her team with much needed shelter and supplies. He is obviously interested in Laney. The question is whether he's only intrigued by her as a source for the possible vaccine, or for something more. Tests for the cure might push her body beyond what it can endure, and just as she faces a ghost from her past, her longtime teammate Derek Mitchell hints at an interest in more than just her Dead slaying abilities.

Two honorable and alluring men - one colossal decision to make. Despite historically bad taste in men, can she rise above the chaos of the apocalypse and choose the one who deserves her heart? The right choice could mean the difference between surviving...and actually living.

Liza: That sounds really good. Nor did I see a single zombiphant or zat. 


Peep Rep: I'm back with an excerpt.


Liza: Well done, Peep Rep. Tera, would you like to intro your excerpt, so we don't feel brain dead>


Tera: You got it. This is a scene where Laney’s team of fighters has been trapped in a house by a steadily growing number of Deads trying to get in. Her team is made up of her brother, Jarren, and his friends, Guist and Mitchell. And Laney, of course.



EXCERPT
“Guist, we got company!” Where the hell was he?
The door gave way, hesitating only momentarily as the small chain creaked and tensed before it snapped, illuminating the entryway with waning daylight and a mob of walking dead. Guist appeared and sprinted for the stairway behind Laney. He held an ax in a white knuckled grip, and slid into the stairwell just as the first wave of monsters poured through the front door.
She checked out. She always did in battle. It was necessary for survival. No fear, no thought, just let her instincts guide her body.
Shot to the head.
Next Dead.
Aim.
Shot to the head.
Next Dead.
Guist’s strong grip dug into her shoulder, dragging her up the stairs while she kept the Deads at bay. It was all he could do. Guist had been out of ammo before they even made it to the house. Other than blades, he was weaponless. He yelled something behind her but she couldn’t understand him over the sheer volume of the gunfire and the roaring Deads who stumbled and crawled over the bodies she felled. At the top of the stairs, Guist pulled her into a bedroom just as the zombies clawed at her clothing and gnashed their rotting teeth inches away from skin. The door slammed behind her and Mitchell pushed a dresser in front of it so fast it almost hit her in the hip.
She slid her rifle to her back and reached around to help steady the pile of furniture under Guist. He was already hacking away at the drywall in the ceiling with the heavy blade.
The dresser in front of the door was rocking steadily by the time the hole in the ceiling was wide enough for a man, and between shouted orders, Jarren and Guist were through to the attic to try and tear through roofing wood and layers of shingle.
“Up you go, sweetheart,” Mitchell yelled over the noise of the banging door.
She hesitated. They hadn’t had time to balance the furniture properly and Mitchell would never make it up without falling. She didn’t have the upper body strength to lift him through the hole behind her.
“You first, then lift me up!” she yelled.
“No way, Laney. I —”
“Don’t argue, Mitchell. I’m going to need you to lift me up. Now go!”
Mitchell cursed under his breath and grabbed the back of her head, sliding his fingers into her hair. The pressure from his grip brought their lips together. His kiss was as unexpected as it was violent, and it left her wide-eyed and panicked.


Mitchell held her gaze a moment longer. “Don’t be long.”

Liza: An apocalyptic romance. Who would have thought we had time for romance while fighting zombies?


Peep Rep: There's always time for Love.


Tera: That's the spirit Peep Rep!


Peep Rep: Thanks for killing all the human zombies and making the Elephant and rat zombies disappear with your certainty they can't exist.


Tera: Not a problem.


Peep Rep: Actually there is one problem. The Aye Aye didn't disappear in a cloud of logic.

Tera: That's because the Aye Aye hasn't been re-landscaped by rotting. This fellow is alive and these are his normal looks.

Liza: Talk about a horrible reincarnation! No wonder the fellow constantly throws his middle finger at the world. Peep Rep, have you found the buy links yet?


Peep Rep: Sorry, I had to get past a zombie kitten.




Liza: Tera, are you absolutely certain the virus hasn't jumped into other animals?

Tera: I'm 98.4% certain. 


Peep Rep: Tell that to the zombie kitten. Here are your Buy Links.



BUY LINKS






Liza: Thanks Peep Rep. Did you find a bio on Tera?

Peep Rep: Yes, but she's right here, why would you need it?


Liza: True, but there's a zombie kitten mewing at my door.


Peep Rep: Ah, I understand. No telling what else she's gotten wrong.



Bio for Tera Shanley
Tera Shanley writes in sub-genres that stretch from Paranormal Romance, to Historic Western Romance, to Dystopian (zombie) Romance. The common theme? She loves love! A self-proclaimed bookworm, she was raised in small town Texas and could often be found decorating a table at the local library. She currently lives in Dallas with her husband and two young children and when she isn’t busy running around after her family, she’s writing a new story or devouring a good book. Any spare time is dedicated to chocolate licking, rifle slinging, friend hugging, and the great outdoors. 

Stalking Links
No Zombie Animals please!

Website: www.terashanley.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7212904.Tera_Shanley

Peep Rep: Leave a message or I'll send Zombie cat after you.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Liza interview the book Only Scandal Will Do by Jenna Jaxon

Today, I'm interviewing Only Scandal Will Do.

Peep Rep: Hold on! You've already read this book! You even gave it a 5 Star Review.  You called it a fabulous story-well worth reading.  You also said Jenna pulls in a suspense thriller ending that was clever, well-executed and satisfying.

Liza: Yes, I really loved the book.

Peep Rep: So why are we interviewing it?

Liza: Because, for some reason, not everyone has bought the book. So I want to give those who missed it before another chance to come to their senses.  

Peep Rep: Oh look the book is arriving by carriage!

Liza: Scandal, so nice of you to visit, my friend.

Scandal: Liza, thank you for the invitation. Always glad to visit you.

Peep Rep: What about me? Are you glad to visit me?

Liza: Hush Peep Rep, you're making a bad first impression. 

Peep Rep: Sorry. My bad.

Liza: Scandal, I understand there are a few people who have yet to read your book.

Scandal: *pages ruffle* Sadly, that is the case.

Liza: Then let us correct their misfortune. I believe Jenna wrote you a fabulous blog to go along with the fabulous story.

Scandal: But be warned. It begins with a question.  I know you hate being asked questions you don't know the answer to.

Peep Rep: But if the answer is in the book, she will know the answer, because she's already read it!

Liza: Peep Rep is correct, so state your question without apology.

Scandal: All right.

He has the woman of his dreams, but what price will he have to pay to win her heart?

Peep Rep: Do you know the answer, Liza?

Liza: Indeed, I do. But all I will say is at times it appeared no price could win her heart. 

Peep Rep: Whew! Tell us more Scandal and provide some visuals. We love pictures.


Scandal: Gladly.
Kidnapped and sold at auction in a London brothel, Lady Katarina Fitzwilliam squelches an undeniable attraction to the masked stranger who purchased her, pits her wits against him, and escapes him and the scandal that would ruin her life.

Unable to resist temptation in a London brothel, Duncan Ferrers, Marquess of Dalbury, purchases a fiery beauty. She claims she's a lady, but how can she be? No lady of his acquaintance in polite society is anything like her. Then he discovers she is who she says, and that this latest romp has compromised her reputation.

Peep Rep: Oh, oh.

Scandal: Big Oh, oh. One more scandal and he'll be cast out of London society, but he needs a wife who'll provide an heir to carry on his illustrious family's name. He seeks out Katarina, intending only to scotch the scandal, but instead finds his heart ensnared.
He's betting their future he'll capture her heart, but does he have what it
takes to win the wager?

WARNING: A blade-wielding heroine who crosses swords with a master of sensuality.

Peep Rep: Oh, now I want to read it again!

Liza: Me too. May we have another peek beneath your covers?

Scandal: With pleasure.


“Who are you, sir?” Katrina asked.

“Your master, slave.”
Harsh words cloaked in a voice of deep velvet. A shiver of dread raced down Katarina’s body, as much from the words as from his tone. “I am nobody’s slave,” she replied, trembling. “There has been a dreadful mistake.”
“I think not, my lovely. I paid a small fortune for your ownership this evening. Make no mistake.” He continued to stroke her hair and she twisted her head to the side. His mouth below the half mask twitched into an insolent smile. “I am pleased that you possess courage as well as beauty.” His fingers touched her cheek. “The mask hid the slave’s wealth well.”
She jerked away. “You may have paid for a slave, sir, but what you find in this room is a lady in distress. Will you prove a gentleman or a rogue?”
“A lady in distress?” He laughed and straightened. “How did a lady come to find herself on display at an auction, scandalously clad in a transparent Greek costume, in Madame Vestry’s House of Pleasure?”
“House of Pleasure?” she squeaked.

“Where else would such a thing occur?” The man’s amusement deepened.“And there will certainly be pleasure here tonight, slave.”

Peep Rep: Oh yes, now I remember why she thought she hated him. She'd told him the truth and he hadn't believed her.

Liza: No he did not, and I can speak for my kind in this matter, we do not like having our words ignored or worse, discarded as lies.

Peep Rep: But he did apologize, right, Scandal?

Scandal: He did. Here is his apology:


“I assure you, there was never a night like that before.” Lord Dalbury spoke quietly, and Katarina sensed a tension in him. “I had never done such a thing before. Never participated in such an auction. Never tried to take a woman unwillingly to my bed.” He stopped speaking. Just stopped. Then his breath hissed as though he’d slowly released it.

“I cannot find the words to tell you how deeply I regret I was not a better man that night.” He paused, and she held still and waited. “What I tried to do was madness, without thought, without honor. I do not even have an excuse other than my base desires, and that your abundant charms overwhelmed me.” His face was shadowy in the scarce light of the sickle moon, but he sounded contrite. “I have no right to ask for your forgiveness. I have no right to expect it. But I would ask you to allow me to attempt to remedy the situation.”



Liza: Man, I forgot exactly how good this book is.

Peep: Can we give it six stars this time?

Liza: Sadly no. The limit is 5

Peep: I don't care what the limit is. I'm giving it 6 stars.
Liza: Stop messing up my banners and do something useful.

Peep Rep: Like what?

Liza: Go make a buy link for Amazon sales.

Peep Rep: Okay....I'm back. I made two. One for the ebook and one for a paperback book. 

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Liza: Well done, Peep Rep. Now go find the youtube video for Only Scandal Will Do. It was really good.



Peep Rep: Found and embedded!

Liza: Well done, Peep Rep. Well done, indeed. Now one last challenge: Go find Jenna's social links.

Peep Rep: Ha! That was easy:
Blog     Facebook            Twitter:  @Jenna_Jaxon

Liza: There you have it, peeps. All the reasons you need to buy this book.