Sunday, March 31, 2013

Liza interviews a Real Person: Zoe

Today, I’m interviewing a wonderful, talented person named Zoe. I met her on twitter through a mutual friend. I must admit, when I first started humorously replying to her tweets in my wacky weird ways, she wasn’t sure about me. So I made a concerted effort to behave, because I really didn’t want her to unfollow me. I loved reading her tweets.

When I recently sent out a tweet stating I wanted to interview real people about their lives, I was thrilled and honored when Zoe agreed to an interview. From her tweets, I’d already determined her life had been tough growing up, but I had no idea how hard and how far she’d come until I interviewed her. This is a story not just about surviving, but changing one's life into one of thriving.

Because Zoe is in a good place now and didn’t want to re-live her former hell, we agreed she’d provide a brief overview of her past, and then we’d focus on the positive: how she pulled herself out of the darkness to become the fabulous woman she is now.

I give you Zoe’s story.

Liza: With a very broad brush, can you describe your early years?

Zoe: I’m originally from Texas. I had a difficult childhood due to being trans. I'm a survivor of bullying, and of many forms of abuse; physical, sexual, and neglectful. As a result of this dark childhood, I was also an abusive person, and wasn't able to find the strength to change until I was 28.

Liza: Can you explain what you mean by ‘trans’?

Zoe: I'm transsexual with bigender tendencies, though I identify more strongly as a woman than as a man. I'm also bisexual. Viva diversity!

Liza: Was there some specific event that made you decide to change? 

Zoe: No, there was always a desire to live as I preferred, but after years of bullying, I was afraid to be anything but a caricature. So there wasn't any one thing that made me feel I needed to change. It was more the sum of my parts than a singular sentiment.

Liza: What made change possible at this point?

Zoe: Actually, I blew up my life pretty spectacularly and lost all of my friends, and my health went into a rapid decline. At that point, I realized I had nothing left to lose, and no one left to seek approval from. So I kinda rose from the ashes of my old life, still the same person, but being more honest about who I was.

Liza: Can you share some the hurdles in accomplishing your gender change? 

Zoe: I had to get the help of a gender therapist, who in turn sent a letter to a Thai surgeon approving my reassignment surgery. In the US, there's an additional step of having a psychiatrist back up the therapist's findings, but I was able to get by with only one letter and a consultation with my surgeon. There's a requirement of being on hormones for the surgery, and I was on hormones for two full years using online overseas pharmacies.  

Liza: Did you incur any problems during the process?

Zoe: For a gender change, one is supposed to go to court and get a court order to change the name and gender. For me, this meeting went extremely well because the US passport office marked me down as a female based on the photo I sent, even though I marked an M on my application. Because my passport was already changed, the judge awarded me a gender change even though I hadn't had surgery yet. So by the time I got to Thailand for my surgery, I'd already been legally recognized as female in the State of Texas for six month pre-op.

Liza: Did you have any frustration over the length of time it takes?

Zoe: I actually had a very fast transition, all told, but the actual process at the time felt painfully slow. I think that's consistent for most trans folks. We all want the changes to hurry up and be noticeable enough that we get put in the right group instead of having to insist where we belong. But even there, I was very fortunate for being so slight and high-voiced. My therapist first asked when I wanted to start testosterone, because she thought I was an FtM transsexual, and she was floored to learn I was using my normal voice.

Around the same time, I went to shop for panties at a Victoria's Secret for the first time, and I apologized for being there. I said, "I'm sorry, I just want to find some underwear that will fit me." And the sales woman said, don't worry dear, lots of girls your age have yet to develop their curves." I decided not to mention that I was 28, and I spent the rest of my visit smiling from ear to ear. So, yeah, the process took a long time, and it was agonizing. But looking back, I know I had a very easy time with transition.

Liza: How did life improve through the long transition?

Zoe: One year into my transition. I met my future husband online, and we had an old fashioned nine month courtship before I agreed to move to Italy. I got married in a palace in Milan, and even after eight years of marriage, I still feel extremely lucky to find someone who loves me unconditionally. I'm often told it's very romantic how hubby and I dated online using webcams, and I'm told I should write our story. Oddly enough, I never have, because I think our story is kind of bland.

Liza: When you first met your wonderful husband, did he know of your trans gender?

Zoe:   Hubby knew from the start due to where he met me, a transgender support forum open to all people. Hubby first noticed me because I'd written a short story, a remake of Poe's The Fall of the House of Usher. I used almost the same protagonist, but the friend's sickly sister was trans, and at the end of the story, she committed suicide by castration. Hubby emailed me to make sure I wasn't suicidal. (I wasn't, just depressed.)

After that, we spent almost two months emailing jokes, comic, and recipes to each other. Then the tone of the emails become more flirting, and Luciano confessed to having feelings for me. We exchanged photos, and then I got a cheap web camera, and we began chatting every day. I'd make lunch at the right time to eat dinner with him, or we would both download the same movie, and watch it together while using IM chat to send our comments back and forth during our digital dates. And then there were the constant emails, nine months worth of romance from afar long before we ever met. Which I find amazing, because I always did want an old fashioned romance, and long after I'd given up hope, I got it. And then I got married in the same palace as Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. Which was kind of awesome.

Liza: I understand you were diagnosed with multiple sclerosis when you were 19.  Did this make your transition harder?

Zoe: There weren't any extra issue that MS made transition more complicated. But MS just makes life harder. Some days, even sitting up straight is draining, and I frequently have to drop for fatigue induced comas. I sometimes call them naps, but I don't have dreams or get much restful sleep during these crashes. I just shut down and lose the ability to function. If I don't drop and let myself recover, I get mood swings, or I get so physically tired that I shake or get muscle spasms in my back that feel a bit like a heart attack. 

MS is pretty nasty stuff, and totally random, so I never know when it's going to hit me, or what symptoms I'll have this time. I can lose my sense of taste or smell, or lose both at the same time, and sometimes my left eye stops focusing properly and starts rapidly shifting from blurry to clear. And then there's the days where I space out and lose connection with reality. Then I just kind of stare all day and wish my brain would reboot faster. 

Liza: And still you manage to be a prolific writer.

Zoe: In 2003, I received a contract offer from ST Literary Agency for my comedy novel, Waiting for a Miracle. Their search for a publisher went on for two years without success, so I pulled my book with them and began editing with intentions to self-publish. At the same time I also began writing The Lesser of Two Evils, which ended up being the first book I self-published. It is thus far my most popular novel, and has sold roughly 1,000 copies over the years.

In the years since, I've released 37 titles, with most being fusions of fantasy, horror, and sci-fi. I write a lot, and during 2013, I've got books scheduled for almost every month of the year. So, it should be pretty busy for me.

Liza: Had you escaped Hell before you began to write comedy or did it come to you even in your days of darkness?

Zoe: Comedy was my survival instinct kicking in. I resorted to self-deprecating humor because you can't really insult a bully and get away. But you can make a bully laugh and forget that he wanted to beat your face in. Then after a while, it just became my coping mechanism. I couldn't cry, because everyone teased me, so I would make a morbid joke to ease my nerves.

It wasn't always funny to others, though. Like the time I got scared in a glass elevator and started chanting, "Still a fatal fall from here. If the cable snaps and the brakes fail, it's still a fatal fall from here." Which made the other people in the elevator give me a wide berth, exactly what I needed to breathe. 

Liza: Can you name 3 fabulous moments from your new life? 

Zoe: One was coming out of surgery and making the doctors laugh by saying, "Don't worry, I've done this a thousand times." I did parade princess waves while they rolled me out of OR, going, "Byyyye! Wrist wrist, elbow elbow." Killed 'em. Not a dry eye in the house. (I also made my doctor and nurses laugh when, while removing a very large tube from my lower bits, I screamed, "me-ow!")

Two was my first introduction to my husband's acquaintance in Italy, when I would first hear the words "bella figa" from the mouth of an old woman. Over the next two years, almost every time my husband introduced me to folks, I was called Bella or Bella Figa. I suppose this is one reason why I identify with Bella in Twilight, because I had the same nickname. Also, I get that whole being seen as pretty by others, but not really believing it myself. (And having everyone love me even though I didn't feel worthy of it.)

Anywho, three was the second night of my arrival in Italy. Which, you have to appreciate was before I had surgery. But as first times go, it was intense, healing, and deeply romantic. Which is why I'd even rank it over my totally awesome wedding.

Liza: As someone who has successfully changed their life, any advice for those stuck in a situation that’s making them miserable?  

Zoe: The first thing that anyone stuck in a bad situation has to do is stop thinking of how others will judge them and just be honest. The hardest part in facing our fears is, "what will others thinks of me?" That line of thought becomes a prison, and it can hold us for years before someone comes along and lets us in on the joke. And the joke is, there are no locks on our prisons. We can get up and walk out at any time.

Zoe E. W.

A life of light Prevails

Forget reincarnation; I'll be living my new life now.

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Friday, March 29, 2013

Liza Kidnaps Kidnapped by Maria Hammarblad

God dag peeps! 

No. I'm not cursing at you. I just said Good Day in Swedish. Which according to my intense research is how they say Hello.

Peep Rep: Intense research? You made one google and looked at 3 sites.

Liza: *ignores peep rep*  Today I've kidnapped a book that caught my eye. 

Peep Rep: And how are you going to make it tell us about itself. You've tied it up so we can even read the story.

Liza: I thought of that Mr. smarty pants. 
I've also kidnapped the author so she could speak for her book. However, since the #1 complaint from all my kidnap victims is the quantity of rope I use to tie them is excessive, heavy, and often clashes with their outfits. One victim--I can't remember which, there have been so many--suggested that a pair of fuzzy handcuffs would be better. So I'm giving it a try.

Here's my the author of my kidnapped book. Can anyone guess who it is.

Peep Rep: I'm going out on a limb and guessing Maria Hammarblad.

Liza: Very good, how did you guess?

Peep: You failed to bag the book.

Liza: I know. I couldn't get a bag big enough to go around the ropes and putting a bag on the top wouldn't help since Maria's name was on the bottom. 

Maria: Liza, The handcuffs are nice, but can we dump the heavy tangle of rope around my feet. I have to hop about like a rabbit.

Liza: A very slow rabbit, which is why they are there. 

Maria: *hops to chair and sits down* Well, let's get his over with. What do you want to know?

Liza: I gather your book isn't about how to kidnap a person. Otherwise you'd know not to put out a doormat saying: välkommen  
which I believe means Welcome in Swedish.

Maria: It does. 

Liza: In sorting through my victim's belongings looking for pink handcuffs, I discovered Maria was born in Sweden and when younger, spent a great deal of time playing in rock bands. 

I found the following music video which I believe is hers.  *removes the head from Maria's head* See, it's Maria.

Maria: That's not me in the video. That's Lykke Li.  

Liza: Looks like your eyes.

Maria: Can we move this along. I expect to be rescued soon.

Liza: If you are expecting your border collie mix, Bonnie, to rescue you, think again. I tied her up too.

Maria: Liza, that's not funny! 

Liza: What do you think Peep Rep?

Peep Rep: It's a little funny. You seriously think that's going to stop the dog? I'm with Maria, you need to move the kidnapping along, because Bonnie's on her way. 

Liza: No, she's not. But just in case, could you tell us what Kidnapped is about?

Peep Rep: Please don't let it be about a lunatic who kidnaps authors.
It's a late winter night when Patricia Risden heads home in her car, on a road she's driven many times before. She doesn't have a care in the world, that is, until a man appears from nowhere, right in front of her.
The next thing she knows is being a prisoner of the unscrupulous Alliance Commander Travis 152; an intimidating man who demands information and complete cooperation. Travis soon realizes his mistake; Tricia doesn't know anything, and she is incapable of even getting a glass of water from the ship's computer.
Infamous for being a ruthless executioner, conditioned since childhood to feel nothing besides fear and pain, he still deems her harmless, and finds enough pity for the lost young woman to let her out of the cell; a decision that will change both their lives forever.

Liza: I had a guy step out in front of me one night when I was driving in the rain. I was in a bad section of town, no phone, no one knew where I was. So I had seconds to decide my fate.  Drive on or stop. The guy looked crazy. So I refused to stop. Fortunately, when I didn't slow down, he got out of the way. But it was a scary moment.

Peep Rep: Don't care. We want an excerpt.

Liza: Yes, about the excerpt, I think we've been played. 

Peep Rep: What do you mean?

Liza: I think Maria lured me into kidnapping her by showing up on Jessica Subject's blog and dangling this book in front of me like a red cape to a bull. Then when I kidnap her, does her dog Bonnie object? No. Bonnie lets me tie her up. And now that I think of it, the pink handcuffs were very easy to find.
Peep Rep: You're sounding very paranoid.

Liza: Am I? Instead of just one excerpt, I found three--three really good excerpts. So good, if I showed all three, I guarantee you that every reader would buy this book and read it.
Peep Rep: Are you going to buy it?

Liza: I have no choice now. I read all three excerpts. The book is now in my head. I have to know what happens. 

Peep Rep: What if it costs a million dollars?

Liza: In that case, I 'll make her tell me the story from memory.  But in consideration for everyone's wallets, I won't provide all three excerpts. However, if you can afford the book, by all means buy it.
Time passed and Patricia lost track of it. She tried to call out, "Hello," but no one seemed to care, and there was nothing to do but wait.

The erratic movements of the room still made her feel miserable, but it eventually settled down, and an unknown amount of time later, a portion of a wall seemed to just dissolve, showing the dark silhouette of the man. From her position, sitting on the floor, he seemed impossibly tall, and his clothes impossibly black. Even his boots appeared just to absorb any light that might come their way.

He hunched down in front of her, and watched her pale face thoughtfully. "You're space sick."

Patricia knew agreeing would be the safest thing to do, but she couldn't stop herself. She shouted, "No! I can't be space sick because I'm not in space, because that's crazy! I rolled with my car and I'm just unconscious. Leave me alone."

The man ignored her and reached out with his ungloved hand, plunging her into a fit of panic. She scrambled to get backwards away from him, but there was nowhere to go. "Sit still. If I wanted to hurt you, you'd be dead now."

His words didn't really soothe her; she was still convinced he wanted to kill her, that he'd just snap her neck, and she so wanted to live a little longer. Earlier in her life she had wasted time recklessly, and now every minute seemed precious.

Her expression must have amused him because a shadow of a smile tugged at his lips. It didn't quite reach his eyes, but it was the first emotion she'd seen on his face, and it made her feel marginally better. Maybe he was human after all. She stopped fighting when he pressed a finger against her skin, explaining to her frightened glance, "Pressure point. This should make you feel better."

To her surprise he didn't hurt her, and she did feel better. Once the queasiness receded she even dared ask for a glass of water. Her voice sounded small and pathetic, reminding her of a cornered mouse, but it got steadier after a couple of words, and she had to settle for thinking this was a good thing.

Her warder shrugged and went over to a portion of the wall, pressing his hand against it, making a console fold out of what seemed to be solid metal. He punched a couple of buttons and returned with a cup made from a soft, plastic-like material. 

Patricia clutched it, trying to force herself to sip, but water had never tasted so good.

The silence in the cell seemed almost tangible and she swallowed hard. She didn't have much hope that pleading to the cold eyes staring at her could be successful, but she still tried her best, "Please don't rape me."

It was her biggest fear after being murdered, and she wasn't at all prepared for his response; he started laughing.

She had the impression he didn't laugh often, and it changed his entire appearance. The handsome side became boyish and even better looking, and the nightmarish part of his face somehow softened. 

"Rape you? Now why would I want to do that to a skinny little thing like you?"

The response made her feel both relieved and offended. Someone looking like he didn't even have a thought of having sex with her?

He surprised her again, by sitting down on the floor next to her, mercifully turning the ruined side of his face away. "I'm Travis 152 of the Alliance space control."

The phrase wasn't exactly "space control," but it was the closest thing her brain could interpret it to. And, "Travis?" What kind of name was that for someone like him?

"You're my prisoner, and this is a holding cell. You're charged for interacting with the rebel leader William Reynolds."

He paused, as if checking if his words made any sense to her. Patricia did understand, she understood just fine, and she burst out, "I am an American citizen. Whoever you are, you can't just take me like this."

He answered dryly, "Yes, actually, I can. I did. And it's not like your little planet, what did you call it, America, will be able to do anything about it. I can assure you everything will be much easier if you just cooperate and tell me what you know. Do you have a name?"

Patricia managed to sound cheekier than she felt when she replied, "I'm Patricia Risden. The name of the planet is Earth, America is a country. It's a democracy and we have a constitution, and people will come looking for me!"

He didn't smile, but he lifted an eyebrow, and removed a gadget from his belt. To Patricia, it looked a little like an iPod. It wasn't, of course, unless Apple had developed interstellar connections. "I'm sure they will, but look here."
She recognized the solar system, it was the only thing it could be, and on the little screen it looked like they were making good time on Pluto. 

Glancing over at him, she wondered if he was lying, but it didn't feel like it.

Liza: Let's get the buy link, because I want to buy this book.

Liza: Yes, I can afford this book! All I'll have to do is delay buying Jess treats for a week--
Jess: *sneezes-which she does when she's annoyed* There's a border collie outside named Bonnie that wants her person back.
Bonnie: Maria? Are you in there? 

Maria: Bonnie, did you come to rescue me?

Bonnie: Of course. I would travel into outer space to find you.

Liza: Jess, would you do that for me.

Jess: Sure. Can I have my treats now?

Liza: Sorry, I need the money for Kidnapped.
Jess: *puts sign in window*
 Liza: Good luck with that. 

Peep Rep: Can we return to Maria? She's far more interesting.

Liza: I agree. My extensive research came up with several interesting facts. First, she has 3 upcoming releases.
to be released by Desert Breeze 
Publishing June 2013

Operation Earth, 
to be released by Desert Breeze 
Publishing August 2013

Borealis XII, 
to be released by Desert Breeze 
Publishing November 2013

While snooping about her house I discovered the following facts:
Favorite color:             Blue
Favorite food:              Chicken with cashew nuts
Doesn't eat:                  Mammals
Favorite TV Show:       Star Trek TNG and Leverage
Favorite animal:           Border Collie
Quotes:                        "Full Speed Ahead" and "Caffeine is good for you"

Liza: And here's my interpretation of Maria's Bio:

As a child, Maria believed she was an alien, mistakenly dropped off with humans.
Born in Sweden in the early 1970's, Maria showed a large interest for books at an early age. Even before she was able to read or write, she made her mom staple papers together into booklets she filled with drawings of suns and planets. She proudly declared them, "The Sun Book." They were all about the sun. She also claimed, to her mother's horror, that her being on Earth was a big mistake and that her alien family would come and bring her home at any moment. This never happened, but both the interest in space and the passion for bookmaking stayed with her.

As an adult, Maria became a sword welding rocker, geek--

Peep Rep: Best not call sword wielding people 'geeks'

Liza: Good  point. As an adult Maria became a sword wielding rocker, genius who wrote an award winning screenplay.

As an adult Maria's creativity got an outlet through playing bass in a number of rock bands, and through writing technical manuals and making web pages for various companies and organizations. She did write drafts for a few novels, but the storytelling muse was mostly satisfied through role playing online on Myspace. It was here, while writing stories together with people from around the globe, she stumbled onto Mike. They started talking out of character, and she moved over to Florida to him late 2008. Today the two are married and live in the Tampa Bay area with three rescue dogs.
Besides writing and playing bass, Maria enjoys driving off-road, archery, and Tameshigiri. She is also an award winning screenwriter.

Liza: Before I let you go, can you tell us more about the screenplay?

Maria: You know, it’s hard to think--all handcuffed and stuff… The screenplay is based on Kidnapped, and I entered it into a few screenwriting contests just to see if it would get anywhere. It made it to a couple of semi-finals, and won both the 2012 Royal Palm Awards and the 2012 Dahris Clair award. Now I have a little golden dude sitting in my bookshelf. I like to pretend he’s an Oscar.

Liza: Well, I'm impressed. Now if you would be so kind to promote my book...

Maria: Sorry, what?

Liza: I need you to say nice things about my book, Saving Casey. Otherwise, I can't deduct my expenses incurred kidnapping off my taxes.

Maria: Saving Casey is fantastic, of course. I mean I haven't actually read it yet, but I've read the blurb. I want to know more about the "rugged security specialist." If I ever get out of these cuff, of course...

Liza: Thanks. Bonnie come get your mom. Sorry about making your find your way home, but I spent my last dime buying Kidnapped.

Here's Maria's personal links for you to legally stalk her.

PEEPS! Leave a comment. I love comments and I'm sure Maria does too. Your love gives us reason to write future novels. 

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Liza Kidnaps Georgia Lyn Hunter - Absolute Surrender

Marhaban مرحبا my peeps. That's welcome in Arabic.  (At least I hope it is. It's what the doormat said.)

Peep Rep: Why were you in Qatar?

Liza: Kidnapping an author.

Peep Rep: Oh good. Those are always fun. Did you tie her up with mounds of blue rope?

Liza: No, I had to be more subtle since I wouldn't be able to talk my way out of trouble if they stopped me at the airport.  

Peep Rep: What'd you do?

Liza: I handcuffed one of her arms to her earring and the other to her ankle. Turned her into a twisted pretzel. Then I put her in a wheel chair and called out "Hdar-mn-lywbard" which means 'beware of the leper.'  People gave us wide berth.

Peep Rep: According my dictionary you actually said 'Beware of the in wild cat.' 

Liza: Then why did they give us a wide berth?

Peep Rep: I don't know: Crazy American has handcuffed person twisted like a pretzel, yelling beware of the leopard...

Liza: I see your point. I was lucky to get her out at all.

Peep Rep: Can we meet her now? 

Liza: First, let me give you a few hints. She's very beautiful, she lives in Qatar with her husband and 2 children, but she originally came from South Africa. Like most authors, she's got characters screaming in her head to get out.

Peep Rep: You mean she's crazy?

Liza: No. We only go crazy if we can't write. Otherwise, we are creative authors.

Peep Rep: And has she written anything, because I'm not familiar with the name Georgia Lyn Hunter.

Liza: That's because this is her debut novel. But trust me, she's written it. 

Peep Rep: How do you know that?

Liza: Because she has a book cover, blurb and excerpt and the book will be released soon. They don't just appear overnight you know.

Peep Rep: Can you stop lecturing me and bring in Georgia Lyn Hunter please.

Liza: Let me roll her in.

Liza: Welcome Georgia.

Georgia: Ca...remo...bag

Liza: *removes bag* Sorry, I couldn't understand a word you said. Were you speaking Arabic?

Georgia:  No, I said...nevermind, it doesn't matter. Can you uncuff my earlobe?

Liza: No, but you've seemed to have twisted yourself up in a comfy manner. How do you like the pink fuzzy handcuffs.

Georgia: Not at all!

Liza: Should I tie you up instead?

Georgia: I'll stick with the fuzzy handcuffs. So why did you kidnap me?

Liza: Because I wanted to know about your upcoming book. As a new author, I wish to help other new authors. So tell me about Absolute Surrender

Absolute Surrender
Georgia Lyn Hunter 

Born in the flames of Heaven’s wrath, he’s all things sinful…and too dangerous to love.
An immortal guardian, Aethan’s walked alone for millennia, trapped in a hell of his own, until a feisty mortal crosses his path—a female he shouldn’t even look at, one who shakes the precarious foundations of all that he is—and one who’s determined to walk the edge of danger.

She only wants to be normal…
All her life, Echo Carter wanted “normal,” an impossible feat given that she can see demons. Now she’s determined to hunt down the demonii responsible for the death of her friend—and no man, no matter how sexy, will stop her—until she discovers a horrifying truth about herself, forcing her to turn to Aethan. But when two stubborn wills collide, a dangerous passion ignites…

As evil closes in, will this warrior overcome his darkest fears and claim her as his—or lose her to a far more sinister fate.

Liza: That sounds really good. Can you cite by memory a portion of your book?

Georgia: Here's an excerpt… after Echo gets into a dangerous all-out fight with a horde of demoniis who are after her.  Yep, Aethan’s not happy at all…

“You should have never left the safety of the house, Echo. And now, you should have stayed away until I calmed down. I’m seconds away from making good on my promise.”
Her back stiffened. “I’m not some possession to be packed away because you fear it breaking. You want a relationship with me, you need to accept me for who I am.”
“At the expense of putting your life in danger? Don’t push me on this. You won’t like the trade-off.”
She bit back on the deluge that would have spewed out at his threat and said, “I don’t like you very much, right now.”
At her words, something shifted in his stance, his gaze. The chill in his eyes went into a slow burn, reminding her of a dangerous predator. He flung his T-shirt aside and prowled closer.
Hastily, she backed away. She wasn’t a fool. Whatever he planned wouldn’t be good for her. Then she met his eyes and fear gave way to anticipation. Breathing became harder, aware she’d unleashed this dangerous side of him.
“You don’t like me, do you?” He stalked her, until her back hit the wall. Hands planted on either side of her head, he locked her in. “Let’s see about that, shall we?” His eyes glowed fiercely, filled with possession. He bent his head. His nose trailed lightly down her jaw to her neck.
Echo stilled, unprepared for the sensual feeling of his lips lightly grazing her skin. The heady scent of rainstorms, his masculine heat and raw sex surrounded her. She could almost taste him on her tongue.
“Aethan,” she whispered, desire surging in her veins. If he could do that without even touching her, she truly was in trouble. But she didn’t care. She only knew if he didn’t kiss her, she would burn up from her own heat and die, and then he’d be sorry. She angled her face toward his, seeking his lips.
Soft laughter reached her ears as though he heard her thoughts. “Still don’t like me, do you?”
“Aethan, please,” she moaned, her hands sliding up the heated skin of his chest. His body was too hard, too big to tug closer. So, she grabbed his hair, wrapped the silky strands around her hand and drew his head to hers.
© Georgia Lyn Hunter

Liza: All right, cold showers for everybody! That was really a sensuous excerpt. No wonder you could remember it by memory. Well done, Georgia!

I know you'll all want to buy this book, so here are the buy links:

Georgia: Thanks.

Liza: So Peep Rep--do you still think Georgia hasn't let her characters out of her head?

Peep Rep: No, I think she's an outstanding new author now.

Liza: Wow! We are for once in agreement.
Here's a short bio and about Georgia.

Georgia Lyn Hunter 
She’s happiest with a book in her hand and never thought about writing, too busy devouring the books out there, then she read her first paranormal romance several years ago the writing bug bit. She loves creating strong, alpha heroes who think they need no one and the heroines come along and knock them on their gorgeous asses.
She enjoys brainstorming with her daughter over new ideas and have several book ideas plotted out for the story Arc. Now she just wants an extra pair of hands to get it out, because she complains her brain is like a hive, her characters voices too loud, and they all want out. J
She’s excited to finally live her dream with the release of her first book.

Liza: Thanks for coming Georgia.
Georgia: I didn't really have a choice.
Liza: Details. Speaking of which, I need you to say something nice about my Young Adult Suspense Thriller, Saving Casey, so I can take your kidnapping expenses off my taxes.
Georgia: Cass's tattoo kind of reminds me of Athean's.
Liza: Really, let's see.  Well they are both black line art.  But if I had to choose, I'd go for the tattoo on the arm.
I think they both have a general dissatisfaction with their lives.  Maybe we should get them kittens. What do you think?
Georgia: That it's time to release me so I can go home. 
Liza: Ah...well I've bad and good news there. Bad news is that I'm keeping you for 2 days. Good new is that Cass and Aethan have bonded over their tats and he's agreed to get you home in some manner that doesn't require paying for a one way ticket to Qatar. Your kids, husband, and wallet will be thrilled with that news.
Georgia: Thank God!   'Ma'a salama' (Goodbye).          
Liza: Peeps, be sure to leave a comment. It will make both mine and Georgia's day.