Sunday, March 24, 2019

Worst Week Ever--Last week to get it for free!


When March Ends
My Best-Seller
stops being Free

Worst Week Ever 

I decided to offer my best-seller to introduce myself to my new audiences.

The month is getting near the end. Don't let it end without securing your copy.

We all need a laugh!





Come April it will be $3.99

Here's a peek inside...


“My father taught me everything I needed to know. He declared team-building bullshit. Every man should be out for himself and let the strongest survive.”

She’d always suspected Trent’s father had led him down this path of poor management. “Which is why we struggle to get anything done. Running a business is a team effort. We need to start rewarding people for working together, not screwing up everyone else’s performance.”

Contentment crossed his face. She couldn’t imagine why, given the topic.
Discussions of his father and change normally annoyed him. He’d probably stopped listening and moved on to a new thought. Normally, she’d give up, but not today. He’d insisted on coming along so he could discuss these matters. By God, he’d stay on topic.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked.

His smile widened as his gaze locked onto her. “Because you said ‘we’ which makes us a team.”

Carrie stared at him in confusion. Why did he focus on her use of ‘we’ now? A sense of joy flooded her as she understood. The ugly gray wall of his father’s teachings must have finally cracked a bit. Trent saw her as his team, which redefined ‘team’ as a good thing. She needed to expand the crevice while she could. “Yes, and our team needs to get bigger, so you don’t have another horrible month like this past one.”

He grasped her right hand and covered it with both of his. “I’m completely on board with this team stuff. And as soon as we hire this HR person and he gives me the nod, I’ll fire as many as you like and hire team workers instead.”
“Our expert might be a woman.”

His brow furrowed again. “Why would you think that?”
“Because we want to hire the best person we can afford, and given women tend to be paid less, the best person we can afford will probably be a woman.”
“That’s true…. I only had to pay you half my former EA’s salary and you do twenty times the work he did.”

The pride in his voice pissed her off and tempted her to lecture him on pay discrimination, but she really needed to keep this conversation positive. “Once the improvements I made in Taiwan show up in our profit margins, I hope you’ll reward me for my efforts.”

“I intend to.” His eyes sparkled with a worrisome amount of delight.
God, please don’t let him do something stupid like give me his Dali painting.
A moment later, the driver cursed and slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a halt.

Carrie stared out the window at the rows of parked cars. She looked through the back window and watched the parking lot grow behind them. Something must have happened to close Cross Bronx Expressway or the George Washington Bridge. God, would she never get home?

Not surprisingly, Trent lost his meager patience at once. “Sam, take the local roads into the city. I’m tired of sitting in this car.”

“The local streets aren’t particularly safe,” Sam warned.
“I sent you to defensive driving school, for God’s sake. It’s time I get my money’s worth.”

Sam sighed heavily. He stared at Carrie through the rearview mirror. “Please secure your seat belt. I may have to perform evasive maneuvers that could result in injury.”

Trent huffed. “Not if you plan to keep your—”

Carrie touched his arm. “We should practice our positive management responses on your home staff, so it becomes second nature to you when the new people come to work.”

He sighed. “I intended to say Sam wouldn’t wish to lose his self-esteem. He ranked first in his class if I recall.”

Sam grew an inch taller. “True, but I’ll need to focus on evade-and-escape techniques, not drive-smoothly-so-the-passengers-can-sip-their-wine.”

“I’m sure you can do both.”

“I can, sir. Just not at the same time.”

Deciding it best to interrupt this discussion, she reached over Trent, located his seatbelt and buckled him in. “Well done. A good manager should know details about his employees’ lives.”

Instead of complaining about her securing him in a seatbelt as if he were a child, he smiled. “Thank you.” He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Why had he done that? She couldn’t make sense of his actions. Perhaps he’d been touched to discover one of his employees didn’t want him dead. Embarrassed, she gently pulled her hand to the safety of her lap.

Trent’s focus turned to Sam. “Why aren’t we moving?”

“Because I require an exit, sir. I’ll take the first one I can.”

“Just drive on the side of the road.”

“No, sir.”

“If you get a ticket, I’ll pay for it.”

“Sir, the side of this road is littered with stripped cars, and once you pull over, no one will let you back in this lane. We’ll just have to wait until we crawl to the next exit.”

Trent breathed a heavy sigh of annoyance and unlocked his and then Carrie’s seat belts. “Well, tell us when you’ve found one.”


Monday, March 18, 2019

Worst Week Ever by Liza O'Connor- Best Seller

In my efforts to go wide
with my many books (over 50)
I am starting with my Best Seller
which is free for all of March.


Worst Week Ever
by
Liza O'Connor

Humorous, Contemporary, Disaster Romance


Blurb

What do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with an egotistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?

Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant (or as his driver refers to Carrie as: 'Trent's brain, left hand, and right hand'). He's had a miserable month without her at his side and to ensure it never happens again, he intends to marry this brilliant beauty. Only given all the times, he has threatened to fire her, he's not sure she even likes him. However, the future of his company and his happiness depend upon him succeeding, so Trent begins a slow one-week seduction that happens to coincide with Carrie Hanson's Worst Week Ever when everything that can go wrong does so in hilarious form.

(Hilarious to the reader, Carrie is not having much fun this week.)


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“A feel good book with great highs and lows and most of all laughs” 5 stars

“I enjoyed the unexpected events & fast paced, tongue in cheek craziness of this story.” 5 stars.

“This over-the-top disaster of a romance had me laughing so hard I couldn't breathe!”

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There are four more books in the series: 
A Long Road to Love

Excerpt

 Trent’s focus returned to Carrie as he slipped his left arm around the back of the seat while leaning closer, invading the little space she had. Her heart quickened. God, she loved his scent. It made her feel— She shook her head. Get a grip! He’s your boss and he wants to see a Broadway show! “Here’s the review blurbs for each.”
He leaned in even closer, so his chest pressed against her arm. Her face warmed. Between her near death experience and his cologne, her professional demeanor struggled.
You can do this. He’s your boss and that’s all. She breathed in deep, in an attempt to steady her nerves. Unfortunately, she’d fail to account for the effects of a lungful of Trent’s wonderful scent. God, he's intoxicating. She focused on the reviews, needing to distract herself from his cologne. She smiled as she read the comments for Tall and Tiny. It sounded so good. She wished she had the time and money to see it.
Given Trent began reading before her, he should have finished and made his decision by now. She steeled herself and looked up at him. His gaze focused on her instead of the screen.
“Do you want to hold my iPad?” Carrie knew he hated when people treated him like a child.
A faint smile touched his lips. “No, let’s do the last one.”
“Tall and Tiny?”
He shrugged.
She tilted her head. “If you don’t even know the name of the show, why do you want to see it?”
He smiled as if he’d just done something very clever. “Because you do. I could see it in your face.”
Why would what she liked matter? Then a possible explanation came to her. “Do you want me to go with you?”
He gently tugged on a strand of her hair. “Hey, we just went through a war together. We both need a laugh.”
His unexpected generosity shocked her. She felt like the egotistical sun had finally noticed inconsequential Pluto still working hard to race around it.



Liza O’Connor
Author Bio:

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. She uses all her life experiences to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.



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Sunday, March 17, 2019

Ghost Lover goes Wide!!! Read and laugh!

https://www.lizaoconnor.com/2019/03/ghost-lover-goes-wide-read-and-laugh.html

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.  

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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

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