Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Liza interviews Caitlyn Nicholas about her book The Danger Game

Be careful Peeps. Today we interview Caitlyn Nicholas about her book The Danger Game.

Peep Rep: Are we in danger?

Liza: Not sure. Let's interview Caitlyn and find out.

Peep Rep: First, is there a gift we should know about?

 Caitlyn will be awarding three prizes: 

a $25 Amazon GC 
Caitlyn Nicholas gift bag to one randomly drawn commenter, 
and there's more!
a Caitlyn Nicholas gift bag to two randomly drawn commenters during the tour.(International)

Peep Rep: Wow! What do we have to do to be in the running? 

Liza: Later on I'll provide a raftercopter for you to enter. Right now let's bring in Caitlyn.

Peep Rep: Caitlyn, come on down!

Liza: Jeez, Peep Rep, this isn't a game show. Let's maintain a bit of decorum.

Peep Rep: Are you kidding? You can say that with a straight face.

Liza: Look, here's Caitlyn. Welcome!
Caitlyn: Hello Liza and Peep Rep. Thanks for inviting me to your blog.

Liza: You most welcome, but I have one rule. Don't talk to Peep Rep. 

Caitlyn: Sorry.

Liza: How does your family feel about your writing and you being an author?

Caitlyn: At my daughter’s school they often have local children’s authors visit.  I’m told that, rather than being awestruck, both my girls will try to sell them my books!  They also try to sell them to the staff and parents! They’re aged 7 and 8.
I’m now hatching an evil plan to get them jobs at the local bookshop, I just have to find a way to get around those restrictive and frankly unreasonable child labor laws…

Liza: Yeah, their your kids. You went to the pain of having them. Just because you don't live on a farm doesn't mean they shouldn't earn their keep.  And at that age they're so cute. They'll sell a ton of books.

Won't you please buy me mum's book?

Caitlyn: Excuse me...who said that?

Liza: Ignore those. I banned FoxLike News from posting Breaking News alerts. They never fact check and frankly they were getting out of control. 
Evidently, they've taken to Tweeting now. 

You can't control tweets. So what's the best piece of advice anyone has ever offered you about writing?

Caitlyn: Write. If you want to be a writer, write.
Or maybe the Chekov quote about showing what is happening rather than telling it… “Don’t tell me the moon was shining, show me the glint of light on broken glass.”

Liza: What part of your book was the hardest to write?

Caitlyn: It’s towards the end. I don’t want to spoil anything, but it’s when Flick’s father gives her permission to go and live her own life. Couldn’t see the screen for the tears, even when I went back and edited it. It’s such an emotional scene. Their home life is haunted by tragedy and she doesn’t want to leave, but he can see she’s desperate to spread her wings and he tells her to go.

Out! You're an adult. Go get a job!

Liza: I know exactly what you mean. My emotional scene sometimes are in gibberish because I've jumped keys and couldn't see through my tears to notice. 

Has a secondary character ever threatened to take over your book? 

Caitlyn: Liam!  He’s Ben, the hero’s, side-kick.  Irreverent, funny, Irish, and extremely capable. 

Liza: What happened?

Caitlyn: He tries to take over the scene every time he appears.  He fancies Flick as well.  I kept having to ease him out of scenes when he threatened to steal the show.

Out! Out damn character! Out I say.

Liza: How'd you/your muse come up with this story?

Caitlyn: I was doing some research for my next novel The Bunker (out July 2013) and came across an article about cyber-war on Wired.  An hour later I had a plan sketched out and three weeks later the first draft was done. . Oh that all my novels arrived so easily!

Taunting normal authors is fun

Liza: Describe the hero in five words.

Caitlyn: Compassionate. Brave. Defensive. Dark. Resilient.

Liza: And your heroine?

Caitlyn: Introvert. Geek. Brave. MacGyver-ess. Undefeated.

Liza: Who's your favorite character in the book & why?

Caitlyn: In The Danger Game, I really like the heroine, Flick. But I have to say my absolute favorite is her father. He is very much a secondary character but is a man who has made the most of the few breaks life has given him, and despite living in a heartbreaking situation is filled with kindness and compassion.

Liza: What's your favorite line in the story?

Caitlyn: My favourite line is the first exchange between Ben and Flick, when she is locked out in the middle of the night and he appears to rescue her.  Its so Flick.  Put her in a scary situation and she comes back with ‘I know Tai-Kwon-Do.’
“I know Tai-Kwon-Do.” 

She scowled at him, and tried to remember some moves from the Tai-Kwon-Do computer game the Engineering Boys were obsessed with. She gave up quickly, and decided to go with a run and scream plan.

“Really?” Amusement danced in his eyes. “I bet I know it better.”

“I bet you do, actually.” He had a flexible athletic look about him, and she could easily imagine him kicking someone in the head.

Liza: I like mini-excerpts. How would you describe your relationship with your muse?  

Caitlyn: I don’t have a muse.*

Someone's in denial

* This may not be true, but ever since I possibly mentioned an alleged muse to the other mothers at playgroup they think I’ve got a multiple personality disorder and won’t come over for play dates.

This is why authors bond with each other, 
not normal people

Liza: Have you ever needed intervention between you and your unrecognized muse?

Caitlyn: If I did have a muse she’d fight all the time with my internal editor.  Which is probably just as well, as she is completely outrageous and a chronic over-sharer.  Someone needs to rein her in…. um… oops

Caitlyn Nicholas keeps her muse in a closet.

Liza: Tell us a good joke.

Liza: Funny. 

Caitlyn: You're not really a cat person are you?

Liza: My dog, Jess thinks they're dinner, and that picture isn't going to change her mind. So I can have no cats while I have Jess. But I actually like cats. But I'm strongly against inbread cats. Now, tell us the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.

Caitlyn: A senior Harlequin editor asked me about my book at a conference cocktail thingy.  It was my first writing event and I was a total total newbie. I had no idea this was the golden question, that I could now pitch my masterpiece. I just waved my hand dismissively and told her she wouldn’t be interested in it.

Then why is she here? It's not like these gatherings are fun.

Caitlyn: Yes. I still want to beat my head on the table at the memory.

Liza: Ah yes... Many things have come out of my mouth that I would like to take back. I understand entirely.  Thank you for being such a great guest.  Sorry about the tweets...but you can't really control those.

Caitlyn: Thanks for the great questions, they’ve been so fun to answer! 

Liza: So let's check out this fabulous book that your small daughters are expected to sell to strangers on the street...I mean the bookstore.



Flick likes computers. She’s good with them, and they do what she tells them, mostly. People, however, are more of a challenge.

But when a terrifyingly dangerous program is stolen, and her mentor killed, Flick finds herself on the run. The police are convinced she’s committed murder, and a sinister weapons developer will stop at nothing to force her to work for him.

In Ben’s line of work being suspicious keeps you alive. So when Flick turns to him, he quickly realises that she’s up to her neck in trouble and hasn’t fully grasped the danger she is in. 

First he has to keep her safe, and then, together, they have to figure out how to save the world from an epic meltdown.


“It’s your last chance with the Vice Chancellor.”

“I said I’d be there.” Flick didn’t bother to hide her irritation. “I just won the man a million dollar grant, what more does he want?”

“Your bubbly and fun personality?” There was amusement beneath Andy’s sarcasm.

Flick snorted. “All right. Okay. I’m leaving now.” She growled the words, and hit the off-button on her phone.

They both knew she lied.

She dropped the phone onto the desk. Then, scowling, she clicked on the icon that’d run the Bellona program.  It crashed instantly, and took the computer with it.

“Awesome.”  She threw herself back into her chair and stared at the ceiling panels, running the changes she’d made to the code through her mind.  Realizing it’d be a waste of time to unpick what she’d done, Flick rebooted her computer and went in search of a clean copy of the program on the backup server. 

There were two versions. Usually they only kept one, but she thought nothing of it, and after saving a copy to her hard drive, she opened it up.

She scanned quickly through the code, looking for the section she’d been working on, so preoccupied with figuring out how to manipulate it into doing what she wanted, she nearly missed the strange command, her eye travelled straight past it. But then she hesitated, and went back to the unusual group of letters.  They hadn’t been there before.

A logic bomb? Some little joke Andy was playing?

She ran the command and it brought up a whole section of Bellona that she’d never seen before.

“Bloody hell -” For a moment she simply stared at the screen. 

It was no joke.

Liza: Book sounds great. Let's get some buy links:
 Buy links

Liza: Want to know more about Caitlyn?

Peep Rep: Yes, please.


I began writing in 2005. Exhausted, pregnant (sure I was going to expire from morning-sickness) and coping with a demanding toddler, I decided the time was right to embark on a writing career. (In hindsight I may have been suffering from a scorching case of sleep-deprivation).

Still, it kinda worked out. My debut novel - and the first manuscript I'd ever written - Running Scared, was published in January 2007.  My next book, Secret Intentions followed.  Then I had a short story published in the Mammoth Book of Special Ops Romance (MBSOR) in 2010 - my story is called The Grey Man.

In 2012 my novel Drive Me To Distraction was published, and my novella The Danger Game came out just before Christmas.  My next book, The Bunker, will be published in July 2013.

Liza: And if you want to legally stalk Caitlyn, here's her stalking links:

You can find me online at: http://www.caitlynnicholas.com

Liza: And now for the rafflecopter so you can win chances for the great prizes Catlain is offering.

Once you reach Goddess Fish blog site, page down twice to find the tour schedule.

Also leave a comment and follow me if you like.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Liza makes D'Ann tell all.

Today, I'm interrogating D'Ann Lindun.

Liza: Welcome D'Ann!

D'Ann: Hi, Liza. Thanks for having me on your lovely blog today!

Liza: I'm glad you showed up on your own. I thought I'd have to kidnap you...again.

Peep Rep: Why? What did D'Ann do?

D'Ann: Liza has been twisting my arm, trying to get me to tell my tale of woe.

Liza: Seriously twisting her arm and D'Ann, no talking to Peep Rep.

D'Ann: So, deep breath, here goes.
About a year ago, I was offered a contract for my book, A Cowboy to Keep. 

I was so excited about it because this particular book has always been one of my favorites. I received a cover. I had a release date. Another book was contracted. A Cowboy to Keep was released. It was up on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and all the other sites. I was on top of the world.

Then the world spun out of control.

Liza: What happened?

D'Ann: Without warning, the company closed. No explanation, just we’re done. Over. That’s it.

I got my rights back and queried the books again.
One was picked up by Crimson Romance, scheduled for release on June 10th. Yay!
The other was also picked up, along with a companion novella. Again, edits (really wonderful edits), covers, new titles and release dates. Then, boom! It happened again. I was told the company was merging with another company and my books were coming down off the sell sites.

Liza: Oh no! Nightmare Two! I hate sequels!

D'Ann: The company that bought out the smaller one has been nothing but nice and easy to deal with, as was the first. I HAVE NO ISSUE with either one.

Liza: But still, to work so hard and then have the books disappear...I've no idea what I'd do.
Probably get mad.

D'Ann: For a myriad of reasons, most of which I don’t want to go into here, I chose to not go forward. With the nudging of some really good friends--

Liza: A nudging?

D'Ann: (Okay, a big shove), I jumped into the sea of self-publishing. I had good edits, I contracted wonderful cover art. What did I have to lose?

Liza: And how's it working out?

D'Ann: It’s only been a week or so, but I couldn’t be happier. Sales are slow and steady. I only have one way to go…and that’s up.

Liza: And no one can make your books disappear ever again. That's a very nice happy ending. Thank you for coming to share that with my peeps and me. So what book did you bring to share today?

D'Ann: I brought two.

A Cowboy to Keep
by D'Ann Lindun

            Blurb: When Laney Ellis’ husband is killed by a bull, she is left alone to run their small cattle ranch and raise their son, Justin, on her own. One thing she is determined her son will never do is ride rodeo bulls. But that is the dream Justin holds dearest—to be exactly like his dad, the onetime Colorado State High School Rodeo Champion.
After his rodeo career peaks and begins to slide, Cody Utah opens a bull riding school. Although attracted to his next door neighbor, he steers clear. Cody has heard rumors Laney trapped her husband into marriage by getting pregnant in high school. The last thing Cody wants is children. His mother was a drunk, and he doesn’t know who his father is.
A bull's hooves turned Laney’s world to dust; bull riding gave Cody a life worth living—can they find common ground?


Laney saw it before he did.

The biggest bull, a grey and white spotted Brahman, turned toward Justin. She shouted, but it was too late.

The bull dived toward Justin’s horse, and Calico shied. Justin, not ready for the sudden move, fell, landing on his back. The horse jumped Justin’s body, leaving him unprotected. He didn’t immediately leap to his feet, and the bull dropped his head and pawed. The stranger jumped up on the fence, and Laney’s dad jerked open the gate.

“Wyatt, move!” Laney screamed.

Without taking time to think it through, she grabbed her rope and made a loop. She had one chance to stop the bull. The bull dropped his head and focused on the boy lying in the corral. Laney dug her heels into Sundance’s sides.
Unaccustomed to such treatment, he lunged forward. She lifted her arm and swung as the bull charged straight at her boy.

God, help me. If I miss, he will die.

Laney swung again.

And let the loop fly.

Minutes—or maybe hours—passed as the loop flew through the air. She held her breath, waiting. Had she hit her target?

Yes. The rope fell around the neck of the bull.
Reacting, Laney jerked slack, dallied twice around her saddle horn, and reined the horse hard to the left. Digging his hooves into the wet ground, Sundance put all his weight into the turn. The rope snapped tight, tearing across Laney’s thigh. For a moment, she thought she and the horse were going down but, at the last minute, the bull gave an inch.

Gaining momentum, Sundance put every muscle into moving the massive bull. Struggling to hold the rope tight, Laney strained with him. When she thought the bull would win this tug-of-war, her horse dug in again, and the bull turned their way.

Together, they dragged the angry bull into the adjoining corral. The minute he was inside, Laney undid her dallies and loped out of the pen. Someone slammed the gate shut behind her. 

Jumping from her horse, she dropped the reins and raced toward her son. The stranger, hot on her heels, shouted, but she didn’t answer.

She fell to her knees. “Justin? Please get up.”

He didn’t respond. Oh, God. Not again. Eyes blurry, she tugged him over.

Sunny Days Ahead

by D'Ann Lindun

Sunny Jamieson craves a normal family so much she has gotten pregnant by the wrong man—twice. Neither was the man she thought he was, and she is alone and about to give birth in an ice storm.

Garrett Pike wants nothing more than to have a boy of his own to follow in his footsteps. When he returns home from the rodeo circuit and finds his wife in bed with a ranch hand, he needs to distance himself from his angry memories and accepts a job offer in Black Mountain, Colorado. On the way, his truck breaks down in a blizzard, landing him at the home of a pregnant woman and her kids.

Garrett and Sunny bond when she gives birth. Garrett realizes he doesn’t have to be the biological father of a child to love one, and Sunny knows she’s found the man she’s been seeking. Together, they can create the family they’ve both been longing for.


He pulled his Carhartt jacket close, trudged across the desolate yard, stepped up on the porch, and knocked on the door.

No one appeared.

He knocked again.


He turned to go when a figure appeared on the other side of the glass door. A child. He opened the door a crack, and Garret could see he was just a toddler wrapped in a blanket.

He knelt down. “Hi, buddy. Is your mama or daddy home?”

Nothing but silence greeted him. The child’s eyes were unnaturally bright and his cheeks flushed bright red.

He tried again. “Hey, little guy. Can I talk to one of your folks?”

The child shook his head and began to cry. He continued to sniffle until he stuffed his thumb in his mouth.

Damn it. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t leave and he couldn’t force his way inside. He stood and called over the boy’s head. “Hello? 
Anyone home?”

The child removed his thumb from his mouth and pointed toward the barn. “Momma.”

“Your mother’s in the barn?”

Surely the kid had to be mistaken. His mother wouldn’t have gone off and left him alone in the house. Or would she? He turned to look, and for a minute, saw nothing but an empty, snow-covered barnyard. But then his gaze landed on a bright scarlet stain in the white landscape. Shit. His heart pounded like a runaway horse. “Go inside now.” He gave the boy a gentle push and closed the door behind him.

Hurrying across the frozen ground, he prayed the little boy’s mother wasn’t dead. From here it looked like she had lost a lot of blood. He already knew his cell phone was useless because he’d been trying to use it without success for the last hundred miles. The mountains blocked all signals to his server.

Reaching the bright red stain, he heaved a sigh of relief when he realized it was only a scarf. He picked it off the ground and tossed it over his shoulder. As he turned to go back to the house, he noticed the barn door banging in the wind. With a frown, he walked that way. Before he’d even reached the body in the snow his brain fought to process it. He hurried to her side. Please, God, for that little boy’s sake, don’t let her be dead. He knew all too well what it was like losing a mother. And what growing up without a mom was like. He wouldn’t wish that on any little kid. To be left with an asshole of a father…

Amazon Buy Links:

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Liza: Thank you D'Ann for voluntarily submitting to my interrogation of the long road these two wonderful books have gone.

Leave a comment Peeps. D'Ann and I love to hear from you.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Liza Hosts Barbara Longley - The Difference A Day Makes

Hello Peeps. Today we have Barbara Longley and her book The Difference a Day Makes.

Peep Rep: I like the book cover reflection.

Liza: That is nice. Now focus. Barbara is giving away two $10 Amazon Gift Cards to two lucky commentors on this tour. (That's one to each)

Peep: So I need to leave a meaningful comment and my email address?

Liza: Well done, Peep. So let's find out more about this book so you can write a meaningful comment. We authors like that.

Barbara Longley


Ryan Malloy has lost it all. After his fiancée dies in a tragic accident, he enlists in the army, only to lose his best friend in a roadside bombing. Wracked with guilt and grief, Ryan finds life unbearable—until a job offer from his former commander gives him a glimmer of hope. And in the tiny town of Perfect, Indiana, the man who thought he had nothing left to live for meets the only woman who can tempt him into risking his battered heart one last time...

Paige Langford has it all: wealth, beauty, and ambition. But when her boyfriend’s betrayal leads to the loss of her job and her reputation, she retreats to her brother’s rural Indiana home to regroup. There she meets Ryan Malloy, a gruff, hard-drinking loner whose surly temper can’t hide the haunted misery in his eyes. He is everything Paige never wanted, yet he may be exactly what she needs—if only they can overcome their personal demons to forge a love strong enough to save them both.


Throwing her shoulders back, Paige knocked on Mr. Weil’s door.

“Come in,” he barked from inside.

Smoothing her face into a professional mien, she opened the door and strode in. One look at his expression, and she faltered. He looked serious. Seriously unhappy. What the hell?

“Have a seat, Langford.” He moved a pile of folders aside.

She took one of the chairs in front of his huge, imposing desk. “You wanted to see me?”

“Hmmm.” He scowled her way. “Meyer Construction needed our bid five business days ago. They never got it. They’ve gone with another supplier.”

An adrenaline shock hit her system, and her heart leaped to her throat. She gripped the arms of the chair. “That’s impossible! I sent that bid with a same-day courier two days before it was due.”

“Like I said—they never got it.” He leaned back in his expensive leather chair and fixed her with a baleful scowl. “I’ve also had two other accounts you handled complain that their bids were late, holding them up and delaying their contractors. If it weren’t for Anthony Rutger’s intervention, we would’ve lost those accounts as well.”

“Anthony’s…intervention?” Her mind spun with the implications. Anthony?

Her mind flew back to the day the courier had come to the lobby for the Meyer bid. She’d been in the middle of a phone call, and Anthony had offered to take the envelope down to the lobby for her. At the time, she’d thought it was sweet. Come to think of it, he’d also offered to put a few of her bids into the office’s outgoing mail bin for her. No, he wouldn’t purposefully sabotage her. Would he? They were a couple.

Heat filled her face. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Damn straight it won’t. You’re fired.”

“Oh, no. There’s been a mistake. I had somebody else put the bids in the mail for me. They must’ve forgotten, or…” Shit. Shit. Shit. She glanced around the office as the reality of Anthony’s betrayal sank in. “I won’t let it happen again, Mr. Weil. I’ll get the Meyer account back somehow.” She sucked in a breath. “From now on, I will personally put things in the out bin myself, and—”

“Miss Langford, you’re done here.”


As a child, Barbara Longley moved frequently, learning early on how to entertain herself with stories. Adulthood didn’t tame her peripatetic ways: she has lived on an Appalachian commune, taught on an Indian reservation, and traveled the country from coast to coast. After having children of her own, she decided to try staying put, choosing Minnesota as her home. By day, she puts her master’s degree in special education to use teaching elementary school. By night, she explores all things mythical, paranormal, and newsworthy, channeling what she learns into her writing.



Liza: You know the drill my peeps. Leave a meaningful comment and YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS. 

Peep Rep: Then to improve your chances to win a gift card, visit these other sites:

When you reach Goddess Fish Blog Site, 
just page down 2-3 times and you'll see Barbara's schedule.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Liza Interviews Jennifer Lowery - Murphy's Law

Today, we interview an experienced criminal...I mean author. She's clearly been trained in the art of brevity and limited answers by high-price lawyers. Her answers are abnormally concise, with little room to misinterpret. 

So unless a miracle occurs Good Liza will have no choice but to do this interview. Bad Liza is not happy, and has not given up hope, so don't count her out yet, but I have to say, matters looks bleak.

Without further warnings, I give you 

Jennifer Lowery

 talking about her recently released novel

 Murphy's Law.

Peep Rep: Oh come on. You've got to be able to do something with that title.

Liza: Like what?

Peep Rep: I have a joke about Murphy's Law, will that help?

Liza: Maybe. Let's hear it.

Peep Rep: Unemployed, recently divorced, homeless guy is sitting on a bench drinking away his misery while bemoaning his life.

Liza: That's not funny.

Peep Rep: Hush. A guy in an expensive suit walks by and tosses him a coin only it hits the lid of the bottle and slams into his teeth, chipping one of them half way off.

Liza: Still not laughing

Peep Rep: And the guy say say, "Cheer up. Things could be worse."

The bum stars at the coin and realizes it's a rare 1873 - CC Seated Liberty Quarter with motto. Only 5 are thought to exist and it's worth $125,000.  The bum, named Harold, smiles. This coin could turn his life around, give him the money to create a new life...even buy a new front tooth.

So the Harold Blagowitz cheers up and sure enough Things Get Worse.
A meteorite slashes through the atmosphere and obliterates him and his silly coin into ash. 

Liza: Okay, that is officially the worst joke ever!  

Peep Rep: Don't you get it? Cheer up, things could be worse. So he cheers up and sure enough, things get worse.

Liza: That's neither funny nor Murphy's Law. Murphy Law says Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.

Peep Rep: Ha! Shows how observant you are. That joke could and did go totally wrong. A Murphy's Law Slam dunk. High Five me! *holds up hand*

Liza: *ignores Peep Rep* Jennifer please come out now and distract me so I don't kill Peep Rep.

Jen: Well, we wouldn't want that.

Liza: It's a pleasure to have you on my blog again. Welcome, welcome, welcome! Are you crying with happiness at being back?

Jen: No, I'm crying over Peep Rep's very sad story.

Liza: I know, but it was only a joke gone awry. Clearly, not Peep's skill. So let's talk about your skill. What is your favorite part of writing? 

Jen: The journey my characters take me on.

Liza: I thought it might be making your heroes bare their chests. I still remember your last hero.

Liza: Is there anything you don’t like about being a writer?

Jen: Writing a synopsis!

Liza: Me too. Why do we need to write a short story about our past tense novel...in present tense. Honestly, I'd rather they ask me to compose a musical ballad about my novel.

Jen: That's a scary thought.

Liza: How does your family feel about your writing and you being an author?

Jen: I’m so lucky to have a supportive, understanding family! They rock! And I love them all for being there for me as I follow my dream.

Liza: What's the best piece of advice anyone has ever offered you about writing?

Jen: Perseverance is the secret handshake-Cherry Adair. She wrote that to me in an email when I was an aspiring writer and I’ve never forgotten it!

Liza: Describe the hero in five words.

Jen: Tormented. Taciturn. Stoic. Gruff. Loyal.

Liza: The heroine?
Jen: Nurturing. Strong. Compassionate. Naïve. Passionate.

Liza: Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
Jen: Murphy. He’s my wounded warrior. So tormented. I just had to write his happy ending.

Liza: If your main character had been allowed to write the novel rather than you, how would the story have been different?
Jen: If Murphy had written this story Sara never would have been put in any danger and she never would have discovered her inner strength. It would have been so wrong, lol.

Liza: How would you describe your relationship with your muse?  Have you ever needed intervention?
Jen: My muse and I don’t always see eye to eye. Sometimes we aren’t even on speaking terms, lol. I’m often writing without my muse, since she can be a stubborn one and leaves me in the cold more times than not! I’ve learned to write without her. If I waited for inspiration or my muse I’d never get anything done, lol.
Bad Liza: Thank you God!


Jennifer Lowery and her longtime muse are on the outs. Rumors say they aren't speaking after muse locked Jennifer out of the house, leaving her in the cold.  While brokenhearted, Jennifer insists she's moved on and has learned to write without Muse. 

Jennifer: And you wonder why I watch what I say?

Liza: If you had to live on a deserted island with one author, who would it be?
Jen: Bear Grylls. I’d certainly survive, lol. 

Liza: Survive yes, but you won't be happy. This guy eats crap like slugs that gives him the runs while he's climbing dangerous cliffs.

And NEVER accept yellow liquids from the guy. 

See the following humorous video for further explanation why Bear was probably the worst choice you could have made. http://youtu.be/hRBD26CS4wU

Liza: Now let's get to the reason Jennifer agreed to come on my site again. 

Liza: She knows I love bare chested men.

 Nowhere to go. No place to hide.

Home is the last place Jon Murphy can go. After being held captive in Tazbekistan, he returns to the States only to find he can’t face his mom and sisters with what he did while he was a prisoner, so he retreats to the mountains.

Widow Sara Sheldon has made a lifetime of mistakes and is now running scared from her husband’s powerful family, who are determined to take her daughter away from her. When her little girl goes missing in the Rockies, Sara enlists the only help she can find: a gruff recluse with tracking skills to admire and a body to covet.

A storm strands Sara and her daughter at Murphy’s cabin, leaving her no choice but to hope her in-laws don’t catch up while she plans where to run next. Murphy resents the invasion of his privacy, but can’t seem to keep his mind--or his hands--off Sara. How can she stand to look at him, with all his scars? He’s not nearly as honorable as she might think…only enough to make sure she’s safe, and then he’ll go back to being alone, the way he should be.

CONTENT WARNING: Sexual content
A Lyrical Press Contemporary Romance

Copyright 2013, Jennifer Lowery
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.

Murphy sat at the kitchen table, half in the shadows created by the soft light glowing above the stove, hair tousled from sleep. Naked to the waist. A bottle of amber liquid sat in front of him, an empty glass in his hand. Her gaze landed on his muscled shoulders and trailed across his tanned chest. So much for getting him out of her mind. Now she had the real thing to dream about. Looking at the dark hairs that veed down his chest and disappeared behind the table, she decided he’d been right. He was a dangerous man.

She tore her gaze away from temptation and looked at the granite lines of his face. Beneath the hardness of his expression, something haunting lingered. Drawn, she circled the table to the opposite end.

Murphy met her eyes with coldness that should have sent her running for the safety of her room, but she remained standing in place. He wanted to chase her away. This time she wasn’t running.

“Mind if I join you?” She grabbed a glass and from the cupboard and reached over his shoulder for the bottle.

His hand snaked out and wrapped around hers, preventing her from pouring a drink.
“I mind,” he growled.

“Well, get over it. I need a drink.”

Scowling, he let go of her hand and allowed her to pour a glass for herself. She refilled his glass next, set the bottle on the table, moved to the chair beside him and sat, lifting her glass.

“Cheers.” She brought the glass to her lips. His gaze as she drained the glass made her fight the urge to cough as the fiery liquid burned its way down her throat. Seconds later she felt the familiar warming sensation as it numbed her insides. Her eyes filled with tears. She blinked them away and reached for the bottle.

Murphy held it away from her. “What are you doing?”

“Having a drink. I’m not in the mood for warm milk tonight.”

His eyes darkened and narrowed. “You don’t strike me as the drinking type.”

She wasn’t, but tonight it sounded good. Maybe it would soothe away her problems and make her forget how screwed-up her life was. Talking about Kent earlier had brought back painful memories. She didn’t want to feel that misery anymore.

“Maybe you don’t know my type,” she said.

He studied her closely for a moment before rubbing a hand over his face. “Go back to bed, Sara. Sleep it off.”

“I don’t want to sleep it off. I’m tired of thinking about it.”

Maybe it was the whisky, or his naked chest, or the part of her that had been dormant for six years coming back to life. More than anything she wanted to discover it with Murphy, her strong, scarred hero.

She rose to her feet. He watched warily as she stepped in front of him and positioned herself between him and the table. He leaned back in his chair and sent her a thunderous look.

“You and I are alike in many ways, Murphy,” she said softly. “We’ve both lost pieces of ourselves we can’t ever get back and it has forced us into a life of loneliness and solitude. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of being alone.”

He pinned her with a hard glare. “I’m not what you want. Go back to your room before I do something we’ll both regret in the morning.”
His harshly spoken words sent little electrical shocks through her body.

“I’m tired of people telling me what I want.” 

Liza: That's a fabulous excerpt. Makes me want to buy the book. So let's get those Links up.


In case some of you don't know about the fabulous Jennifer Lowery here's her bio:

Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer.  Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side. 

Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers.  She loves everything there is about romance.  Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines.  She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.  

 Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and two children.  When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. 

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