Wednesday, September 19, 2018

GraveDigger by CeeRee Fields

Hi everyone.  Thanks, Liza for having me on your blog to share my newest release: Gravedigger.

I wanted to do something different today, so I asked Liza if she'd be up for a trailer. I'm so glad she said yes. I've been so excited to share it, and you'll be the very first to view it. I hope you enjoy!


Gravedigger is a romantic suspense, but the bad guy isn't your typical villain. Instead of murder, this person creates mayhem. Luckily, Josephine Rayburn isn't your average detective, so she needed a challenging case to really dig her teeth into. Along the way she meets Rhysian 'Rhys' Harrison, a coroner's assistant.

See how the two meet and figure out how to be a couple while Jo chases down a madman. The first will be more of a challenge than the latter.


Hunting a killer is easy. Learning to love is hard.

Josephine 'Jo' Rayburn has no luck with love.  Between the demands of her job as a homicide detective, finding the perfect yarn for her knitting projects, and her nosy family, she doesn't have time to find her happily ever after, nor does she really believe it exists. Until she's assigned to the Gravedigger task force where she meets Rhysian 'Rhys' Harrison, the sexy Coroner's assistant.

Rhys Harrison thought he had found love with the perfect woman.  But his parents' death forced him to choose between his fiancĂ©e and caring for his brother, he chose his brother.  His only regret, the medical degree he abandoned to work in the Coroner's office.  When the Gravedigger leaves his latest victim at the gates of a cemetery, Rhys and Jo are thrown together, her prickly personality interests him, but it's her deeply hidden romantic side that captivates him.

After one of the task force members is shot, Rhys's fears of losing Jo, like he's lost so much already, threaten to rip them apart.  Can she convince him that love is worth having no matter the risk?  Or will he play it safe, leaving before his heart becomes too attached?


Jo watched as Rhys wrapped up his game, then he walked toward her, his stride not hurried nor slow. Confident was how she'd describe it. She sipped the new beer Marcy had dropped off. Curious, Jo waited to see if he'd join her or veer away. His gaze latched onto hers, a small curl of his lips softened the intensity of his gaze.

“Hello, I'm Rhys.” His voice wasn't deep, but not light either. It drew her in, made her want to see what it'd take to make that crisp, proper tone break and heat. What would turn it into a growl?

Holding out her hand, Jo smiled. “I'm Jo.”
“Karma said this stool was empty, mind if I join you?” He tipped his bottle toward the stool Karma had vacated.


He turned to face the pool tables and propped his elbows on the counter behind him. Both sipped their beers and watched Sullivan break. Jo hid a smile at how distracted her sister was with Abe. Of everyone in the bar, she'd never have pegged Abe as Karma's type.

“Heard you had the date from hell.” Rhys turned in his seat and focused his unusual gold eyes on her.

“Don't get me started, seems like I'm drawing them like flies to shit right now.”

Rhys grinned. “Weird analogy, but okay. I saw you and your sister in the ring yesterday.” As perfect as the man seemed on closer inspection, it was not only reassuring to see the slight gap between his front teeth but endearing as well.
Heat stole over Jo's face and she twisted around to face Rhys. All her friends and co-workers had been talking about that fight.

“Who won?” he asked, interrupting her rambling thoughts.

Shrugging, she smiled. “Depends on who you ask.”

“I'm asking you.”

Jo leaned toward him, the heat of his body seemed to reach out to envelope her. It was odd how much she wanted to move even closer, wrap herself around him. Shaking off the feeling, Jo focused on their conversation. “Oh, then the captain won.”

Rhys's gaze darkened with confusion. “What?”

“See, Sullivan, my partner, he says I won. Maker says if they counted the hits by MMA rules, then Karma would've won because some of my hits weren't kosher. Karma says the match was a draw and I say the captain won.”

Rhys scratched his shadowed jaw. “I'll bite, why do you think the captain won?”
“Oh, that's easy. Because when we were going at it, the captain stepped into the gym and with one shout cleared the entire area out.”

That drew a surprised laugh from Rhys. He was gorgeous when he laughed, the brackets around his mouth deepened and his eyes crinkled at the corners in happiness. “I thought I saw a lot of on duty cops down there.”

His expression turned pensive. “Do you often fight like that with your sister?”

“First, Karma's my half-sister. Second, we had a lot of things to work out. Sometimes it's better to deal with our feelings in the ring rather than let it fester.”

“You had a lot of anger to work out, but she”—Rhys pointed his beer bottle toward Karma—“wasn't working out anything.”

“What?” Jo’s gaze darted between her sister and Rhys. He motioned at Karma again, it proved he'd seen the fight. “How can you say that? She came at me with everything she had.”
Tipping the bottle to his lips for the last swallow, he set it on the counter with a hollow thump. “No, she didn't.”

Jo finished her own beer and set her empty bottle next to his, debating if she wanted the answer to the questions he'd raised. But that was why she had become a detective, to protect those she loved with her most valuable asset. Puzzles, they were her addiction and people were the most complex puzzles on the face of the earth. “Okay, I'll bite. What makes you think she didn't fight just as hard as I did?”
Another grin flashed across Rhys's sharp planed face. “Because when you're angry you have several tells that she could easily have used to her advantage. She didn't. Instead, she defended herself and let you work out your frustration on her.”

Bullshit, Jo thought and then said, “Bullshit.”

He shrugged.

“What tells?” No way did she have tells. She worked too damned hard to make sure she never telegraphed her moves.

“When you made the roundhouse kick, you shifted your left foot before you followed through.” Leaning toward her, he continued, “And when you went to change up your punch to use your left fist instead of your dominant right one, you lowered your shoulder.”

Distracted by the subtle cologne he wore, it took Jo a second for her brain to latch on to what he said. “The hell I did.”

He shifted away from her and she wanted to growl at her stupidity. Dammit. She wanted him closer and now she'd run him off. Then he was back, a phone in his hand and the fight on the small screen. “Watch.”

Her eyes followed the action. “Son of a bitch. She's not even trying.”

“That's not true, it takes a good deal of concentration to keep someone as determined as you from doing a lot of damage.” Rhys tucked his phone back in his pocket. “And as both of you are highly trained, it took her even more effort.”

“How do you know how well trained we are?” Suspicion curled into Jo.

He smiled again. “When is your next day off?”

“I'm not sure with this new case.” She struggled to keep up with the rapid change of subject.

“Okay, how about I call you next week. Maybe you can get an evening or afternoon off and we can go out to dinner or do something else.”

Surprised, she took too long to answer, and he continued, “Or not.”

A flash of something that looked like disappointment appeared in Rhys's golden gaze but disappeared so fast Jo could've been mistaken.

“I'd like that, but I thought you were interested in Karma.”

“No, she's too flashy for me. I prefer a woman who's a bit more subtle.” He tipped his head to the side.

She turned to see Karma arguing with Sullivan, as usual. “She can be a tigress.”

It was true, proven when Karma had leaped to her mother's defense. In retrospect, Jo realized that was also why Karma had instigated the fight earlier. To help Jo release her anger constructively and get her on an even keel to accept Karma and Maker onto the case. The revelation caused her sister to rise higher in Jo's estimation.

Rhys hummed, his cell phone back in his hand. “Give me your number.” 

~ Author Bio ~

CeeRee Fields currently lives in Groningen, the Netherlands with her husband and cat. Since she was born in Alabama and moved to the Netherlands, Dutch is not her first language which gets her into mischief in various stores around town when she tries to speak it.

She loves writing, building worlds that her characters can explore and break if they feel the need. Action, adventure and love are her favorite things. And when stuff gets blown up who says the guy is the only one who gets to do it?

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Monday, September 17, 2018

A Despicable Crime by Liza O'Connor

By Liza O’Connor

Troubles & Crimes to be solved
Xavier’s dead great-grandmother wants Vic to solve a crime
A Despicable Crime
(The Attempted Abduction of Xavier’s Mother)
A Painful Conclusion
The Improvement of Crime Lords
A Gift Returned

Family contacts that Xavier Thorn has long ago hidden from his life suddenly return.  His beloved great-grandmother, which his father had declared dead when Xavier was six, turns out to be alive and annoyed that his father is stealing money from her bank account and the bank won’t stop him.
As matters escalate from theft to murder to a most despicable crime, Xavier learns more about his father who has hated him all his life and discovers some good news. However, first, he must secure his great-grandmother and his mother, since the connection between the two ladies and Xavier has become known to several Crime Lords. As the man responsible for keeping all Crime Lords in line, the two ladies are now in danger of becoming hostages.
It’s a hard month for Vic. Due to saying too much while teaching the Scotland Yard officers on how to stop forgeries, Vic believes she has lost Xavier’s love. Also, her crazy sister Claire burns down the house Claire lives in simply because it cannot be put into her name. Then she arrives at Xavier and Vic’s house with the intention of killing them all.
Family can be so difficult!

Vivian laughed. “You are such a delightful young man. No wonder my great-grandson thinks so highly of you!”

Xavier’s forehead wrinkled. “I’ve thought you dead since I was six, and you’ve never met Victor before today, so how could you possibly conclude that I think highly of the fellow?”

“Let me first say I am glad I am not dead and that we have reconnected, Xavier. For you have always been dear to my heart. However, to your objection, I’ll have you know I have an excellent sense of smell. And like you and Victor, I have excellent deduction skills. You not only think well of Victor, but I dare say you love her.” She then turned to Vic. “Living one’s life as a man definitely has its advantages. But it must be a difficult secret to keep from the world.”

Vic contemplated denying her true gender, but she could not lie to this dear woman. “Not as hard as you might expect,” Vic admitted. “I have a very loyal staff. “We even have two sons, one that nearly killed me during his birth, and the other I rescued from a baby farmer.”

“May I meet them?” Vivian asked.

“Of course! Our home is right across the street,” Vic assured her.

Xavier hugged his great-grandmother. “Thank you, Vivian, for being the same tolerant, loving woman I treasured as a child.”

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Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats, left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast. There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell in love with her new life where people behaved nicely. But all those bad behaviors has given her lots of fodder for her humorous books. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.
You have been warned.
The Adventures of Xavier & Vic Sleuth series: (Late Victorian/Mystery/Romance)
The Troublesome Apprentice — The greatest sleuth in Victorian England hires a young man who turns out to be a young woman.
The Missing Partner — Opps! The greatest sleuth in Victorian England goes missing, leaving Vic to rescue him, a suffragette, and about 100 servants. Not to mention an eviscerating cat. Yes, let’s not mention the cat.
A Right to Love — A romantic detour for Jacko. Want to see how amply rewarded Jacko was when he & Vic save an old woman from Bedlam?
The Mesmerist The Mesmerist can control people from afar and make them murder for her. Worse yet, Xavier Thorn has fallen under her spell.
Well Kept Secrets — The problems with secrets is that they always come to light, no matter how you wish to silence them.
Pack of Trouble — Changes are a part of life, but these changes almost kill Vic.
The Darkest Days — Muddled cases make Vic very grumpy.
The CrimeLords’ War — Vic is almost killed twice as she tries to prevent a CrimeLords’ War, stop a female Russian spy, and locate Xavier.
Toxic Diamonds The Queen’s Diamonds have been stolen, Director Stone of Scotland Yard is missing, and there is a toxic gas that may kill hundreds of Londoners.
A Despicable Crime — Just when you think Crime Lords cannot behave worse, they step up their game, and I’m sorry to report that Xavier’s father caused this debacle.

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Saturday, September 15, 2018

His Midnight Sun by Viviana MacKade

When your Characters help you.

Aidan, the Hero of my last novel, had a rough childhood–and I’m hugely underplaying this. As a reaction, he closed the world out and hunkered down into himself and his art.
Well, it could easily have been me.

I didn’t have it as bad as he did, not by any measure. My father was a raging alcoholic, one who hung with the wrong crowd and because of it, I saw things no child of 7 should.

But I had my mom, my grandparents, and my little town that never failed to make me feel loved and accepted. It was a cushion that didn’t make me break.

The cracks though, those I carry with me, probably always will.

I hardly ever cried for whatever crap my dear daddy did, anger was my medium. It was easier getting mad, really mad, than sad and hurt. Oversensitive and empathetic, I made myself be the fighter I probably wouldn’t have been otherwise out of necessity. I didn’t like lit, I didn’t want it, but I had to in order to survive emotionally.

I had huge issues with trust, and only because my husband is the very definition of an honorable man I started believing in the male category again. I can trust him, people can trust him, and that means there are good men around.

But it wasn’t until I wrote Aidan’s story that I realized how much of an impact my father had on me throughout the years and most importantly, that letting go of the past might take off because of someone (my husband for me, Summer for Aidan), but it can’t be done by someone else. It has to come from within.

Aidan’s epilog came as such a catharsis.

It was like he was showing me the way. He got rid of his ghosts, so maybe it’s time for me to do the same.

He made me see it can be done. It’s worth doing it.

We have a trip to Italy planned for this Christmas, so it will be my chance to say my goodbyes–to bad memories, to people who are no longer here, to what can’t be changed.

Oh, how it will suck. But it’s needed.

This is the real power of books. Sometimes you have to see things from someone else’s perspective to find your way out from a problem, maybe even a problem you didn’t know you had.

I didn’t write Aidan’s story because of me, or my experience. It was his story, his demons. But it made me see mine, and made me want to do something about it.

So, thank you, Aidan and Summer.

Now I see the way.

His Midnight Sun
by Viviana MacKade

Tormented, fierce, and broken, sculptor Aidan Murphy has judged himself guilty. He yearns for love but pushes everyone away. He longs for acceptance but has lost the key to open his heart. Until he meets Summer Williams. Beautiful and smart, Dr. Williams promises haven for a man who believes he deserves none. All he has to do is let her in and risk his heart and soul.
Summer’s managed to keep her inner light alive, even through tragedy. She’s created a new life for herself and her daughter in Crescent Creek with loving, caring and fun friends–well, except brooding, breathtaking Aidan. She’s used to keeping away from his type, though. All she has to do is ignore the pull of a man who’s turning up to be much more than snarls and storms. Will her compassion and medical instincts let her?
Love can heal a broken soul and shake up a timid heart. Or it can unleash devastation and revenge.
Will Aidan and Summer survive the hurricane?

Release September 15, available for pre-sale
$ 0.99 FREE with KU
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Liza's Review  of His Midnight Sun

From the prologue, we know a young man dies by suicide and a woman named Lilith is hell bent upon revenge against the woman she blames for his death: Dr. Summers Wilkens. The odd part is Summers had only gone on two hikes with Stephen. But Lilith blames Summers for the loss of Stephen and she will have her revenge.

In Chapter 1 the story focuses on a lovely young woman trying to recover from her brother’s and his wife’s death. She has to ensure their beautiful baby, now her ward will live and thrive in her care.

To do so, she moves from Portland all the way to Florida. That’s basically the furthest point from Portland she could go and stay on the continent. There she meets a very odd man.  Aidan carves sculptures. and he is seriously anti-social and presently his eyes are filled with sculpture dust and he can’t open them without excruciating pain. He stumbles across the street to the Dr. Clinic. Only his old doctor has retired, and Summers is the new doctor. He might be the worst patient ever.

However, time softens his bad behaviors... and eventually, they grow to like one another, then love one another. You might even forget all about the prologue as you fall in love with Aidan, Summers and adorable baby Chloe. Be warned, the author drops in Lilith and her plans throughout the story, so that you the reader knows, but Summers nor Aidan have no clue.

The characters are rich and authentic, and the dangers are real. You will have no choice but to read this in a single setting.


Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her boy, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.

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