Daryl Devore may be putting it up on her site, but just to play it safe, I'm also putting it here.
Victoria: Let me introduce Liza O'Connor and her latest book: Worst Week Ever.
Please tell us about yourself and your latest book.
I'm Liza, I'm a nut. A cracked nut to be precise.
My latest book is Worst Week Ever and follows Carrie Hanson's disastrous week from hell. This is book one of a three book series.
Not everything that happens in the week is bad. She has some good moments. She saves some people's lives, makes some new friends, and even falls in love--but the latter might very well be her worse disaster of the week. Only time will tell.
Early in the week, Carrie's billionaire, good-looking boss becomes nice for a few hours, and, God help her, she falls in love with him. And while Trent does want to become a man Carrie can love, he's got a lifetime of bad habits to overcome, so even though he improves through the week, there's only so much change that can occur in such short time. Thus, he might not win you over in book one, but have no fear, it won't stop you from having a rollicking good week of chaos with Carrie.
Have you written other books? Their titles and genres.
I spent 8 years doing nothing but writing. Last year I finally began to publish. So I began with a story that begins with the protagonist killing herself in chapter one. Then she reincarnates into the body of a 17 year old troubled teenage girl who has had some horrible things done to her. Now the girl's troubles are Cass'. Will 80 years of life experience help save her from a repeat of the past? You'll laugh, cry and yell a lot when reading this book. It's called Saving Casey, classified as Young Adult Suspense Thriller but adults seem to like it best and it's available at all ebook sites.
Then there's my current book Worst Week Ever, which is a New Adult Humorous Contemporary. I am not classifying it as a romance because it's a dysfunctional romance.
Then in December 2013 Ghost Lover will appear. It's a New Adult, humorous romance with a touch of paranormal--that is if you assume ghosts aren't real. Since I live with one, I'm inclined to treat them as real.
Early in 2014 will come the second book of A Long Road to Love: Oh Stupid Heart. This time I'll call it a New Adult Romance.
After that, I hope to have publishing dates for the beginning of New Adult Sci Fi Romance series.
Okay now I'm feeling overwhelmed... next question please.
Writers often mention their characters talk to them? Do yours chat with you?
We chat, share feelings, argue, sing songs together. My characters are very real to me and a lot more interesting than my ghost. Sorry, Mrs. Martin...
Have you ever based a character on someone you knew? Did you tell that person?
My heroine Carrie is actually based on a fabulous young woman who is small in size, but a giant in achievements. She is incredibly bright and an absolute pleasure to work with. And no, she doesn't know she's been immortalized. I don't think she'd like to have the week of disasters that befall my character.
Short question time.
Favourite TV show? Nashville. No...Mesmerist. Hold on...Voice. Depends upon the night.
If Hollywood called, which actor should play the hero or heroine in your book? For Carrie, the best I could find was Rachel Leigh Cook, but she's 7 inches taller than Carrie, so she'll have to wear flats.
If he has a time machine to turn himself 30 again, I'd like Matthew McConaughey to play Trent. Here's the painting I did of my character
I call this style of painting: fragmenting.
Three things you'd want on a deserted island.
A water proof computer, internet service, and a long-life fire starter.
Favourite thing to do on a vacation?
Go to strange places, risk life, and write novels during my down time.
Anything else you would like to add?
Yes, a warning label:
Worst Week Ever does not meet the standard expectations for a romance. Please see the following advice as to if you should read all or none of this delightful series: http://www.lizaoconnor.com/p/worst-week-ever.html
Worst Week Ever
by Liza O'Connor
New Adult, Humor, Contemporary
What do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with a egoistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?
Book 1 of the 3 book series A Long Road to Love.
Worst Week Ever.
Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant, or as his drivers refers to Carrie: '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 his brilliant beauty. Only given all the times he's 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'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.)
The door burst open and Trent strode in, followed by a man dressed in a black suit, carrying a tray of food. “Good, you’re finally awake. Saves me from having to throw cold water on you.”
Trent sat on her bed as he pointed to the desk. “Put her breakfast there.”
“On the one of a kind, heirloom desk, which has been in your family since 1845?” his butler asked.
“No!” Carrie yelled over him. “Let’s put it on the bed stand.” She pushed the Tiffany lamp further back to make room.
“Thank you, miss,” the butler said as he placed the silver tray on the stand and then stepped back.
“Will there be anything else?”
“Will there be anything else?”
“No,” her grumpy boss snapped. The moment the butler stepped into the hall, Trent slammed the door closed and glared at Carrie. “Do not countermand my orders to the staff. They’re impossible enough already.”
She chuckled. “I’m sure they say the same about you.” The tantalizing aroma of her food caught her attention. Unable to resist, she peeked beneath the silver lid.
Trent sat a foot away from her on the bed and sniffed at her plate. “I told the cook she’d be fired if you didn’t eat it.”
“If you actually said that, you should go downstairs and apologize. You appear to have a wonderful cook and should value her.”
He shrugged. “She’s okay. Not as good as the last one though.”
Unwrapping her fork from a swaddling of fine linen, Carrie dug into the egg-white omelet. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy. “God, this is fabulous!”
“Really?” He moved closer and stole her fork so he could try some.
She expected him to smile at first taste. Instead, he became annoyed. “Come on! Your taste buds can’t be that jaded.”
His eyes narrowed. “It’s very good. Far better than the crap she feeds me.”
Carrie shook her head and swiped the fork. If the cook prepared Trent mediocre meals, she understood why. During her first six months at Lancaster Chairs, Trent had threatened her with unemployment on a daily basis and she’d hated it. She nearly grew to hate him, would have, except his remarks always lacked sincerity, as if he’d learned them rote.
Once she’d consumed a quarter of the omelet, she offered him the fork. He smiled and shook his head. “You finish it. The cook will serve me my gruel later. Probably spit in it for good measure.”
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.
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