Sunday, July 31, 2016

The CrimeLords' War book 7 of The Adventures of Xavier & Vic by Liza O'Connor

The Adventures of 
Xavier & Vic
Book 7

The CrimeLords’ War
Liza O'Connor

Available for preorder now

releases Aug 3

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Chaos abounds in Late Victorian England. Xavier goes off on a mission without Vic because her protector, Tubs, is not well enough to keep Vic from harm right now. In fact, Tubs is dying and the doctor doesn’t expect him to live for more than a week. Upon discovering Tubs’ dire situation, Vic sets about rescuing him instead.

Good thing too. To all appearances, the two strongest crime lords of London have declared war on each other. Only the two attempts on Vic’s life tells her this is all a clever plot by a third party—worse yet, a female villainess.

To stop the crime lords from destroying one another, leaving their territories open to the Russian spy, she must bring Seth and Samson together, share what is really going on, and get them to agree to work against this third party. Not an easy task since Seth Sojourn thinks Vic is nothing but a foolish sop. Unfortunately, Xavier has gone missing, so it’s up to her to convince the angry crime lord that her plan is best. Otherwise, this villainess will kill everyone who gets in her way and bring England to its knees.

blog tour
Aug 2
Suzanne Burke
Meet the director of scotland Yard

Aug 3
Meet the PUPs

Aug 5
Meet David, the inventor

Aug 8 
Meet Samson

Aug 10
Meet Fagan & Casey

Aug 13
Riley Moreland
Meet Seth sojourn

Aug 15
Jean walker
meet barns

Aug 17
lincoln farish
meet tubs

Aug 18
meet dr. connors

Aug 22
Devika Fernando
meet claire

aug 24
Jenna Jaxon
meet Gregory

Aug 29
meet Ben

If you haven't begun this fabulous series, you have a great deal of catching up to do!

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Devika Fernando shares The Prince’s Special Bride & Liza reviews

Royal Romance, Book 1: The Prince's Special Bride
Book 2: The Prince’s Stubborn Bride
Book 3: The Prince’s Surprise Bride
Book 4: The Prince’s Secret Bride

 Marie doesn’t believe in fairytales and needs no handsome prince to rescue her from misery – but everything changes when she falls in love with Crown Prince Christian of Taragonia. When his sister invites Marie to the palace, their lives collide and leave them both fighting their forbidden attraction.
Prince Christian has no place in his life for love or for a woman who doesn’t fit into the royal scheme of things. But vivacious Marie steals his heart and puts all he has lived for at stake. When the media gets wind of their affair, he has to make a difficult decision.
Will the unlikely couple have a chance at a happy ending?

 Damn, why had he come here?
The expression on Marie’s face seemed to ask the same question. After the initial shock at seeing him, she took a few involuntary steps back and her arms rose to fold across her breasts. It pulled the hem of her knee-length nightshirt up, and his throat was suddenly as dry as a desert.
“I…” Christian faltered, feeling like a teenager who’d snuck out in the middle of the night to meet his girlfriend. Only he wasn’t, and he had never done that.
“Why are you wearing this?”
Way to go, spoken like a true prince. He wanted to bang his head against the wall, he wanted to bolt. What was it about her that made normal reactions and rational thought impossible?
Her eyebrows rose sky-high. For a moment, she spluttered, then she crossed her arms even tighter, drawing his gaze to where it shouldn’t linger.
“Why am I wearing this? Because I intend to sleep my jetlag off, that’s why. Or is there a rule that one has to lie in the palace beds naked?”
Her comment made his blood boil. He should have been affronted at her tone, her daring to speak like that to the crown prince of Taragonia. But all he was able to do was block out indecent fantasies about a naked, honey-colored woman with her wild curls all over the pillow and her skin begging for his touch.
Christian gritted his teeth.
“You sound offended,” he said softly, fighting to keep a clear head and pull this off. Before she could comment, he went ahead, “And you have every right to be offended. It was wrong of me to…admonish you.”
She closed her mouth and regarded him, her expression unfathomable. He wanted her to say something, anything that would keep him from ogling her and losing the battle with his suddenly raging libido.
“I appreciate what you’re doing for my sister,” he said, somewhat lamely.
Now she was frowning, and that didn’t help either because his hand twitched to reach out and smooth the wrinkles away. What in the world was wrong with him?
“Do you really? And here I’d always thought you worry that I’ll ruin your nice plan or tarnish your sister’s reputation.”
He winced. Well, she couldn’t be blamed for that remark. Running a hand through his hair, he sought for the right words. “I may not think it was a good idea that Olivia ran away and bonded with you, but ultimately, I want only the best for her. I do want to see her happy, believe it or not.”
Her expression softened. She threaded a hand through her dark curls, and his body tightened with need.
“So you don’t think it’s a bad idea that I’m here?” There was a strange pleading look in her eyes, as if she wanted him to reassure her or as if she herself thought it was wrong to be here.
He acted on instinct, helpless to do anything else. Taking a step closer, he said softly, “I think it’s a very bad idea. But I also thought it’s a bad idea to kiss you and did it anyway.”

I have always pitied the trials of anyone who steps into the role of being a princess.
I can only imagine the outrage of a queen when her son goes to a tropical island in search of his sister and returns with a young woman of dubious birth and the wrong colored skin. Only thinly veiled contempt is made in public and when in private the claws come out.
Then there is the media…constant and brutal. Wounds cannot heal in a battlefield. Nope, I would never be a princess.

The first half of the story in which Christian and Marie dance a slow tune to love is full of caution, back steps and doubts. Christian is cautious since he’s a prince and will someday be king. Marie, thankfully doesn’t know that at first, or she probably would have run, given her father abandoned her pregnant mother, without marrying her, and ran back to England, never to be heard of again.
Only after they’ve both fallen in love does Marie discover how hard this is going to be.
I loved this story. The author carefully constructed a realistic story, with amazing detail and genuine feelings for all her characters. And her ability to create true love between her characters without resorting to sex is masterful. Yes, they do have sex later, but first they truly fall in love.
5 stars!  It will entice you, alarm you, anger you, upset you, and bring you harmony and love. Not at the same time, but you will incur all those emotions and more.  And, quite possibly be chomping at the bit for the next book. (I know I am.)
I received an ARC for an honest review.

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Monday, July 25, 2016

Lynette Sofras shares Cocktails and Lies, Liza Reviews.



Lynette Sofras

Genre: Cozy Mystery

When Hannah’s house is burgled, she gains as much as she loses: she meets Jan, her reserved Dutch neighbour and successful antiques dealer, and Callum, the detective in charge of the case, then finds some hidden letters to her dead grandmother that take her on an emotional journey of discovery.

As Hannah juggles the attentions of the two men now firmly in her life, she works to uncover the secrets of the past, only to find these encroach on the present in unexpected ways.

And then there are the two men in her life, both vying for her attention, both hiding things from her and each other. What does Callum really know about Jan? What is Jan hiding from everyone? And what did her grandmother—whose house it once was—hide from the world?

As if Hannah doesn’t have enough mysteries to solve, her best friend Rachel enlists her help in solving her marital crisis, while her pleasure-seeking mother seems intent on finding her a husband.

With so many skeletons rattling the door of Hannah’s house, can she unravel these mysterious threads and reveal the truth, changing her life forever?

The shock when I arrived home to find my front door kicked in left me reeling, too stunned to move. Before I found the courage to enter the house, Jan appeared at my side, his face a picture of concern and sympathy.

"I've been watching for you. I spotted the damage from my balcony when I came home from work and called the police. They only left ten minutes ago. Let’s go inside and see what has happened."

I began to shake violently. I've never been burgled before, but seen the effect on so many people in the course of my work. It leaves you feeling violated and scared. I doubted I could even cross my own threshold unaided. What would I find inside—or not find? I was still too shocked for tears, just cold, dumb incomprehension. Me… burgled! This is such a safe house, tucked away behind the big apartment block, minding its own little business, not encouraging anyone to trespass and break in. It’s not visible from the road and even sat navs can’t find it—I suffered endless difficulties with deliveries and have fallen out with several courier firms. I’ve stopped ordering from most online stores, because nothing ever arrives without endless emails or phone calls.

Who would rob me anyway, and why? Had I been targeted or did someone just happen upon the house? The questions rampaged my stunned brain as I peered into the house, reluctant to enter.

I loved the manner the author introduced us to the story. The slow burn romance between Jan and Hannah was sweetly done, but slow enough that she had reason to see other men.

While the mystery plot kept morphing into something new as more information is discovered, it always kept my full attention. Then something odd happened at the end, which caused me to re-read the last third of the book, because matters ceased to make sense to me.

While a second read did clarify some matters, I still felt the author had allowed the story to get a bit away from her while she focused on the romance. But, to that point, it is a lovely romance, and I enjoyed every minute of it. So I’m giving this a 4.5 for the sidebar conclusion to who broke into her house and stole some items, and rounding up rather than down because I had a fabulous read plus I rather enjoyed the surprise ending concerning the gold bars, that literally came out of nowhere.

A former teacher, Lynette gave up her career in education a few years ago in order to focus on her writing and thus fulfil her childhood dream. She writes contemporary women's fiction, usually involving romance with suspense or a supernatural twist. Her first novel was an award winning contemporary romance, ‘The Apple Tree’. Amongst her other titles are 'Killing Jenna Crane', a romantic thriller, ‘Shopping for Love’, a contemporary romance, and 'The Nightclub' a romance packed with suspense. ‘Cocktails and Lies’ is her first cozy mystery. You can find more details of her novels on her website.

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Saturday, July 23, 2016

Melissa Keir shares facts about the real Last Chance Corral along with the boxset: Cowboy Time

Last Chance Corral: A Haven for Horses

In my novella—A Pigskin Cowboy, a part of the box set—Cowboy Time, I write about a young man who earned his stripes working with his mother at a horse rescue organization in Southern Ohio. The idea for the place came from an actual haven for horses. The Last Chance Corral does amazing things for foals who wouldn’t survive otherwise.
“The horses that arrive at the L.C.C. represent a wide spectrum that includes horses as varied as the people that own them and the disciplines that they use them in. Not all horses that come into the L.C.C. are infirm; actually, few among them are. Most are simply unwanted. Situations such as children leaving for college, divorce, and relocation can leave a horse with no place to go. The alternative of the sale house offers a potentially grim solution that most owners would rather avoid.” 
I hadn’t realized how many foals were abandoned in an effort to bring a horse into milk for thoroughbreds. I’ve seen how the economy has affected pets, and was happy to know there were people and programs out there for horses who had nowhere else to go. It’s not like you can take them to the pound.
Wanting my hero to be a caring and compassionate man, I showed how he learned to care for animals alongside his mother. However, my goal was two-fold. I hoped to bring awareness to this amazing organization which helps so many animals. Naturally, a place like The Heartsong Ranch would take in rescued horses and employ someone who had worked with them.

Here’s a peek…
Moping didn’t do him any good, so Kane pulled a magazine from his pack. While he had read the article half a dozen times, he couldn’t help reading it again. The Heartsong Ranch meant more than the location for his upcoming internship—it offered another connection to his mother. The ranch purchased most of the horses raised at Final Chance Corrals. His mom had worked at the corral as a horse trainer up until her death. Each time a foal came into the facility, his mother guided the young animal through the process of becoming acclimated. Most of the foals had been abandoned by their mothers or had lost their sires in fires or other accidents. Getting them used to people, bridles, and eventually saddles had been their primary task.
He often worked side by side with his mother, helping to care for the animals, but his love of children drove him into the school of education at the university. With this internship, he would combine his passion for animals and his love of teaching.

Aren’t you halfway in love with Kane already? 
Here’s the details on 

A Pigskin Cowboy and Cowboy Time.

It’s first and goal…
Kane Warner, the favorite tight end of his college football team, had everyone turned on him for throwing a game. Rather than explain why or face the scrutiny, he leaves town for his summer internship to regroup and get his head on straight.
Charley Ramsey works at Café French while going to college for accounting. Life in a small town has always suited her. No drama is her motto and she’ll do everything she can to avoid it.
Being financially secure is Charley’s biggest dream. Clearing his name is Kane’s. When the media comes looking for the big story, will Kane and Charley’s relationship survive the drama or will the football player run again?

Cowboy Time

Spend some Cowboy Time with the bestselling authors who brought you Cowboy Up 1 and 2.
A book bundle by some of the hottest Western authors around. Each story is unique… from sweet to sizzling with a story sure to please fan of Western Romance.

Happily Ever After, Cowboy by Allison Merritt
She’s planning the wedding of her dreams with a pretend groom and a fake ceremony. What could possibly go wrong?

A Cowboy’s Magic by Leslie P. Garcia
Every cowboy needs a little Magic in his life…

Keep Calm and… Cowboy by Autumn Piper
Everyone knows his area of expertise falls squarely between the sheets, but nobody knows his best friend just asked him for a crash course in all things sex.

Sadie’s Fantasy Cowboy by Sara Walter Ellwood
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas; that is until the heart is involved…

Lily’s Summer Cowboy by D’Ann Lindun
Friendship, passion and so much more…

A Pigskin Cowboy
by Melissa Keir
I’ll admit the title doesn’t, at first glance, seem like a great name for a cowboy romance. But once you read the story, the pigskin will make more sense. I promise. 
Charley (the heroine) is going to the local college to get a degree in accounting.  She also works at Café French.

Kane is a college football player from a different state who doesn’t take the easy path. Instead he searches for the right one. And his path takes him to the Café French where he meets Charley.  And the first thing he does is gets dizzy, puts his hand out to steady himself and gropes poor Charley. Talk about awkward beginnings!

There’s always a sweetness in Melissa Keir’s stories, and this one was no exception. There’s many really good people in this small town. But when the reporters show up with horrible stories about Kane, Charley fears that Kane might not be one of the good guys.  And I’ll say no more except I loved this story and the ending was fabulous; the characters are charming, and I hope the author writes more about this charming town and people.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Melodie Campbell shares her porn gerl twitter problem & her hysterical The Goddaughter Caper.

I Am Not a “sexy porn gerl” and 
other Twitter Mishaps

By Melodie Campbell

Okay, so I admit it.  I’m a literary slut.

My mentor, the late novelist Michael Crawley, labeled me that years ago, because I write in several genres (mystery, paranormal romance, romantic comedy.)  Sometimes all at once in the same book. This girl gets around.

But these days, my publishers are turning me into a social media party girl.  “Frolic on Facebook!” they say.  “Talk on Twitter!” they insist. “Get out there!”

I’m out there, all right.  Apparently, I’m so far out there, I may need mouth to mouth and a good slug of scotch to crawl my way back.

The Inciting Incident:

It started with the Berlin Brothel.  Lord knows why a brothel in Berlin decided to follow me on Twitter.  I don’t live in Berlin.  I’ve never worked in a brothel.  Don’t think I’ve even typed the word ‘brothel’ before now.  I certainly haven’t said it out loud.

Then some guy from Crime Writers of Canada said: “Maybe they’ve read your first book Rowena Through the Wall. That book has a following in Germany. The girls who work there have to do something in their downtime.”

Let me do a cyberspace blush here.  Okay, my first book is a little hot.  “Hot and hilarious” as one reviewer put it.  But it’s not x-rated.  It’s not even R, according to my daughter.  (Husband has yet to read it.  We’ve hidden it well.)

Then friend Alison said: “It’s a brothel!  Maybe your latest romcom, The Goddaughter Caper, is required reading by the – em- owners.”

But back to Berlin.  I didn’t follow them back.
Somehow, that didn’t matter.  The word was out.

‘Amateurvids’ announced they were following me.  Good, I thought.  I like nature films.  Take it from me, this outfit doesn’t film bunnies in the wild.  Well, maybe a certain type of wild bunny.

I didn’t follow them back.

Then ‘Dick Amateur’ showed up, wanting to connect. Author friend Gloria read a few of his posts and said: “You at least deserve a Pro.”

So I didn’t follow him back.

Next, I got “Swingersconnect” following me.  Swingers?  I get sick on a tire hanging from a tree.

I didn’t follow them back.

‘Thepornfiles’ were next in line.  I didn’t peek.

Then two days ago, an outfit specializing in ‘male penis enhancement’ announced they were following me.  Now, I ask you.  Do I look like a male in my profile photo?  Is Melodie a male name?  And not to be pedantic, but isn’t ‘male’ in front of the p-word a bit redundant?  Is there any other kind?

Which brings me to the tweet in my twitter-box today:  “Hey sexy porn gerl!” (yes, that’s girl with an ‘e’.)  Let me state categorically that I am not now and have never been a “sexy porn gerl” (with an ‘e’ or any other vowel).

You wouldn’t want me to be.  No one would.  For one thing, I can’t see two feet in front of me without glasses.  Things that used to be perky now swing south. And my back hurts if I bend over to pick up a grape. 

So I’m not following them back.

Do you have a twitter story to tell?  Leave it here in the comments.



Melodie Campbell

Even old mobsters retire eventually…don’t they?

Strange things are happening in Steeltown.  A body shows up in the trunk of Gina’s car.  Another is mistakenly shipped to her cousin Nico’s new store.  And then Gina and Nico stumble across a stash of empty coffins!  Worse, everything mysteriously points to her own retired relatives from the Holy Cannoli Retirement home…

With her wedding just weeks away, Gina is determined to get to the bottom of it.  But she’ll have to act fast, because the police are right behind her.

Consider Melodie Campbell’s latest humorous Mafia tale a must read.  (I know, you didn’t believe humorous mafia stories existed, but they do.) I just finished the Goddaughters Kaper, aka Nancy Drew tries to make sense out of the 3 stooges of Canadian Mafia.

Here’s one of my favorite lines from the book

Nico, I could kill you!”
“Don’t be silly. There’s no more room in the trunk.”

This tells you how the mafia, with their excessive need to clean up, can be so funny. Simply focus on the funny issues like the practicalities of growing a business using geriatrics and morons. Ignore the dead bodies needing buried.

Gina Gallo is about to marry non-mafia Pete, a hunky news-reporter. She’s determined to stay out of her massive family’s not so legal enterprises for good. Sadly, a week into her good intentions, she’s knee deep in dead bodies. And somehow her inheritance that's locked in a trunk gets waylaid by the incompetent help as well.

No good deed will go unpunished in this book, trust me.

This is a short novel, but it delights from beginning to end. Highly recommend it!
5 Stars
that look like coffins
with dead bodies inside.


The Toronto Sun called her Canada’s “Queen of Comedy.”  Library Journal compared her to Janet Evanovich.   Melodie has won the Derringer, the Arthur Ellis, and eight more awards for fiction.  Last year, she made the Amazon Top 50 bestseller list, sandwiched between Tom Clancy and Nora Roberts.  The Goddaughter Caper is her 10th book.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Mark Nolan shares Dead Lawyers Don't Lie and Liza Reviews



Mark Nolan

Genre: Mystery Thriller

A mysterious killer who calls himself The Artist is assassinating wealthy lawyers in San Francisco. When photo-journalist Jake Wolfe accidentally takes his picture during a murder, The Artist adds Jake to his kill list and he becomes a target in a deadly game of cat and mouse that only one of them can survive. How far would you go to protect your family and friends from a killer? How many laws would you break? Jake is a veteran who wants to leave his past life behind him, but the reluctant, flawed hero finds that he can't ignore his duty and his personal moral compass.

This gripping thriller is full of suspense, plot twists and surprises. It features a cast of interesting characters, including several strong-willed women, two wise-cracking San Francisco Police Homicide Inspectors, one highly intelligent dog, and a philosophical killer who shares Jake's admiration for Van Gogh paintings but still plans to kill him anyway. As Jake gets closer to unraveling a merciless conspiracy, his life gets turned upside down and the danger level increases, adding to the growing suspense. This entertaining page-turner starts out as a murder mystery and then shifts gears into a high-speed action thriller that takes you on a roller-coaster ride to the riveting ending.

As photojournalist Jake observed the four lawyers playing golf, and recorded them on video, he felt a weird sense of impending danger and a tingling at the back of his neck. It was something he’d felt a few times while deployed in the military. He checked his car mirrors and looked around the area. But didn’t see anything unusual, so he turned his attention back to the golf foursome.

The lawyers were drinking their beers when they heard a strange muffled sound that seemed to come from the nearby trees. An area known to golfers as “the woods.” That noise was immediately followed by a dull thud that sounded like somebody getting punched hard in the chest by a fist.

Richard Caxton staggered backward several steps, dropped his beer and cigar, and fell flat on his back. The other lawyers gathered around him and they gasped in shock as they saw their friend groaning in agony and bleeding heavily from a sucking chest wound. In a split second, the once wealthy and seemingly invincible lawyer was suddenly dying on the lush green lawn with a look of total surprise on his face.

“Help me,” Caxton said in a hoarse voice, as foamy blood bubbled from his lips and from the hole in his chest.

“He must have been shot by a sniper,” one of the lawyers said, looking around in panic. “I think the shot came from the woods.”

The lawyers glanced at the woods and came to the realization that they could be shot next. Each of them had plenty of enemies and now they felt what it was like to be on the receiving end of an unstoppable power that could destroy their lives. One of the lawyers took off running towards the nearby clubhouse, and the other two quickly ran after him. None of the men tried to help Caxton. It was every lawyer for himself.

As Caxton was dying, he wondered if one of his law firm’s many victims might have sought justice through revenge. So many people hated him; it made a long list. At 12:18 pm Pacific Time, Caxton let out a final gasp of breath, his dishonest heart stopped beating, and his days of lying for a living came to an end.

A Rocky start, but what an intriguing story!

I know some people say that when you read a book ‘he said’, ‘she said’ or ‘somebody said’ are ignored by the reader. Not true if there are 3,344 occasions of the annoying word. Honestly, I was thinking about ditching the book given its massive size and all the further ‘saids’ before me. But the story line was unique and intriguing. So I tried very hard to ignore the 3,344 'saids' and read on.

One-quarter into this story, I was very angry at the editor for allowing the mass “said” debacle and suspicious of the author's writing abilities for his need to write such a huge book to tell his tale.  I, at this point, had dropped the book down to a 4 star. Any lower, and I would stop reading because I don’t waste my time writing negative reviews. The one-star drop was solely for the 3,344 ‘saids’.  Tell me a fine tale and it could go up. Bore me even once and I stop reading.

So I read on, and on, finally reaching the end. The book is funny, satirical, serious, disturbing, sweet, outrageous, thought-provoking, non-stop high action, and I’m very glad I read it. Other than the ‘said’ debacle this is a fabulous story. So I give it a 4.5.  Normally, I would round up, but the ‘said’ problem is grievous enough that I have to round down, which saddens me, for otherwise, it’s a fun adventurous read.

This book would make an excellent audible book, but the author will have to clean up the ‘said’ debacle before he does. No one wants to hear the word ‘said’ spoken 3,344 times. 

Mark Nolan began his writing career as a successful entrepreneur who created news stories for businesses that were featured in The Wall Street Journal, National Geographic, Parade, Readers Digest and Associated Press. Nolan was born in San Francisco, grew up in the Bay Area of California and has also lived in the Pacific Northwest and Hawaii.