Friday, October 12, 2018

Unexpected Love @Liza0Connor

Who are willing to do anything, include taking on the Mafia,  to preserve the last White Oak Forest in Iowa.
 Helen has lived and protected the property for most of her long life, but she’s dying and needs to find a new caretaker. Her Mafia crazed sons wish to raze down the forest to make themselves billionaires. She locates an avid hiker in New Jersey with the love and money to take over the woods.

Megan is convinced her lottery win came with a curse. The day she receives Helen’s offer to buy her woods she also learns a serial killer has her in his sight, so she changes her identity, moves to Iowa, and buys Helen’s forest. While the Mafia Don, Benito Campinelli, would not order a hit on his own mother, Megan is fair game.

Tess, the granddaughter of Helen, has lived with her grams since her father tried to force her to marry a Chicago Mafia Don when she turned sixteen. Under Grams’ guidance, she learned how to care for the forest. To protect Tess from being forced to sell the lands to her father, Megan turned the lands into a State Park with the caveat that Tess will become the forest manager once she gets her Master’s degree. Until then, she will assist the person in charge.

Contemporary Suspense/Sweet Romance

Tess Campbell is a mafia princess who wants nothing to do with her dangerous family. She’d rather spend her life making Grams's forest the best state park in Iowa. 
Alistair Castile, aka Steel, is a British prince, his archeological career in ruins due to his promiscuous nature. He’s hired on as forest manager of Tess’s woods and quickly falls in love with the charming young woman, so different from the socialites of his world.
Only there are several serious barriers between them: Steel’s career cannot withstand another scandal and Tess’s father will kill anyone who gets in the way of his daughter marrying a Chicago mobster.

Excerpt for Unexpected Love
Tess Campbell hugged her grandmother as the newly appointed governor signed the document to make the two-hundred-thousand acres a state park.
“We did it!”
“With the help of God and Meg, we did,” the old woman said. “For a while, I feared all I’d done was get an innocent woman killed for trying to help us. I underestimated our family’s hunger for power and money. Thankfully, the FBI didn’t.”
The phone rang. “I’ll get it.” Tess jumped from the couch and hurried to the wall phone by the kitchen. “Hello?”
“May I speak to Tess Campbell, please?”
“This is she.”
“Tess, It’s Tom Barkman.”
The head of the Park’s Commission, now her new boss. “Mr. Barkman, I just saw the land transfer went through.”
“Yes, that was a great relief. Unfortunately, it appears we are now in lockdown and not allowed to leave. Could you do me a favor and pick up Dr. Castile from the airport at six this evening? He’s coming on British Airways from Cairo.”
“Of course. Where do you need me to take him?”
“This is a bit awkward, but he’s my first choice as forest manager for your land. I had intended to take him to my house and bring him over to you in the morning. I’ve explained the situation to him.”
“That I’ll be taking his job in five years?”
“Yes. To be honest, that was a deal breaker for most of the candidates I’ve considered. However, Steel has long-term plans in a different direction, so he’s open to a short-term offer.”
“Well, I’ll do my best to convince him to take the job.”
“Just give him the same tour you did me. And, if it’s not too much of an inconvenience, could you possibly take him to a hotel nearby?”
“We’ve plenty of room here, and this is just what we need to keep our minds on our achievements instead of the problems.”
“Ah. I imagine your family is a bit upset.”
“Well, they haven’t come by, but I expect they are as angry as I am thrilled that we saved the last forest in Iowa.”
“They wouldn’t shoot Steel, would they?” he asked.
She grimaced. “No, but I’ll do my best to ensure they don’t meet him.”
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Liza O’Connor 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.

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Monday, October 8, 2018

A Fortune to Die For by Liza O'Connor

A Fortune to Die For

According to Iowa DNR (no, that doesn’t stand for Do Not Resuscitate.  It stands for Dept. of Natural Resources.) there are NO BEARs in Iowa. 

Okay, there may be two at any time who have wandered in from other states. But that doesn’t make them Iowan bears. So if you shoot one, you are shooting something that doesn’t exist, so there is no harm no foul. Something that does not exist does not get protected.

But if you see one our non-existent bears, it will be a lone male who has wandered in from another state looking for food and an obliging female. Since there are no females here, he will leave in a few days.

Unless you shoot said non-existent bear. Which you may, since it doesn't exist Per Iowa DNR.

Actual sightings of Non-existent bears in Iowa:
A 100-200 pound bear was spotted in Dubuque.
Another bear was sighted in Mt. Carmel, Iowa
 (BTW, there are no mountains in Iowa either)

A Black bear with two cubs was seen in Wadena Iowa.
(Remember there is no evidence of females or breeding going on in Iowa.)

Picture taken of non-existent mother & cubs in Iowa

Bear killed on highway near Jesup Iowa. 150 lbs. 

A very boring video (by a cop) catches 1-2 yr old cub crossing the road. The poor cub almost gets hit which is pretty hard to do given there are only two vehicles on the road. Seriously, pay attention to how empty this road is and how close the little bear came to being hit.

Now in my story, there’s a 600 pound black bear named Grumpy who lives in the Iowa forest that Meg just bought. 

And yes, black bears can live for 30 years and weigh up to 600 pounds. My dog, Jess, and I have met a giant old black bear on three different occasions in New Jersey. He was benign on two occasions. 

However, once I inadvertently woke him up from his nap on a boulder, causing him to stand up, and while he seemed mostly confused, he was less than eight feet away and considerably taller than me, so I apologized and slowly walked backwards. And for once, Jess did not bark at him. 

We just quietly eased away. This is because we believe bears really do exist. And sometimes they really do kill humans.


Megan Clarke had a good life until she wins the Mega Times Lottery and discovers the prize comes with a curse. Worse than the many money-hungry suitors, a serial killer has her in his sight. She changes her name and moves to Iowa with plans to buy their last major forest of white oaks and turn it into a State Park. Unfortunately, the Lottery Curse doesn't stop at state lines and someone there wants her dead, as well. Good thing a disturbingly handsome law officer is just as determined to keep her alive.


The cries of a large variety of birds filled the air in the meadow. “What types of animals live here?”

Tess tilted her head. “We’ve got the usual suspects—raccoon, deer, otters, and mink. Up in the hills, I’ve seen the prints of a mountain lion. It may have been passing through, or it may have decided to make this home. I always look for signs of it when I hike, but mountain lions are extremely cautious of humans and normally keep their distance.

“How about bears?” Meg asked.

“According to Wildlife officials, there are no bears in Iowa.”

“None?” she challenged, remembering Andy telling her about a bear.

Helen snorted. “We’ve got one giant bear in my woods. Must have come down from Minnesota.”

Helen picked up a stick and threw it off the path. 

“Bears and mountain lions aren’t legally recognized in Iowa, so they have no protection from hunters. I’ve plastered these woods with no hunting warnings, but they show up here anyway. Not much I can do to stop them.”

A Fortune to Die For
The White Oak-Mafia Series

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About Liza
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.
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Sunday, October 7, 2018

Blog 7 for Angel of Mercy by Liza O'Connor

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Angel of Mercy
A Disturbing/Dark Contemporary Romance
With a Happy Ending

If only they would let the TV viewers catch the ball.
During my years watching football…
A missed catch,
A missed field goal kick,
A missed tackle
Results in someone who is drinking a beer as he watches the game on TV declaring he could have caught the ball, kicked the ball between the field goals, or tackled the guy with the ball.

Seriously, guys. If it were so easy, they wouldn’t have to pay so much for the players. They could just invite TV viewers to stop by and make the touchdown.

Carla Jones accidentally runs over and paralyzes a policeman. She ignores her lawyer's advice and pleads guilty to the charges, and accepts the judge’s ruling ‘that she broke him, now she has to fix him.’ Trying very hard to ignore his outrageous and frequently hateful behavior, she takes the handsome officer into her home and dedicates her life to one goal: making him walk again. She never imagines the twists and turns her life and heart will take the day she brings him home.

On Saturday, Carla was pleased to discover Steve had only invited Raymond, Tom, and Lucky to watch the game. She had grown concerned when Steve filled an entire shopping cart full of junk food delicacies and bought enough beer and alcohol to host a college keg party.

She had hoped she might be able to get some work done while Steve watched the game with his friends, but he insisted she joins them and be one of the guys. To her surprise, she had fun.

Lucky’s over-dramatization of every emotion, both joy and despair, was quite comical. Tom’s constant declaration that he could have caught the ball, thrown the ball, made the tackle, was so consistent that when the kicker missed a field goal, Carla sighed. “It’s a shame Tom hadn’t been the kicker.”

 Steve and Lucky burst into laughter, while Tom vociferously declared, “It was a damn shame because I could have brought those three points home!”

When the game ended and the guys left, Steve wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his chest. “That was fun. You had fun, didn’t you?”

She tilted her head up and smiled at him. “I had fun.” He turned her around so she faced him and kissed her softly on her lips.

“The only thing I don’t like about treating you like a guy is that I can’t hold you in my arms and kiss you, ’cause I don’t hug and kiss my friends.” He then smiled and edged her toward the couch. “But I think I’m going to find the wait makes it all the sweeter.”

He kissed her as his hands expertly began to remove her clothes.

Angel of Mercy

About the Author
Liza O’Connor 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.

(There’s over 45 now)
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