Sunday, August 21, 2016

Linda O'Connor shares Perfectly Unpredictable and talks about Guardian Angels.

Liza: So you believe in guardian angels. Since I have 3 of them watching over me, I will ask you serious guardian angel questions.  At what age did you realize you had a guardian angel... Details, please.

Linda: I believe in guardian angels. I felt most sure of it after I had my first child. I had this feeling that I had help keeping out of harm’s way; that there was a guiding hand helping to steer me in the right direction. I love it. It makes me feel protected.

Liza: How many guardian angels do you have? Are they former family members? Please give details.

Linda: I feel one guardian angel the strongest – my dad, but I have 3 grandparents, who I was close to, who have passed away so they’re probably looking out for me, too. My dad died when I was 16, so even though I didn’t have awareness until I had kids, he was probably looking out for me for a while.

Liza: How often do you speak to your guardian angels?

Linda: I can’t say I speak to my guardian angel very often, but I think about him most days - thinking he’s with me when things get tough, wondering if he had a hand in something that happened, hoping he’ll be by my side.

Liza: Do any of your other relatives seem to have a guardian angel, or are you the only one?

Linda: I’m not sure about my siblings or mom – I’ve never actually asked them about it. It’s always felt very private and a privilege to have a guardian angel. But I’m pretty sure he keeps an eye out for my children, too.

Liza: What do you think Guardian Angels are?
Linda: That’s a hard one to put into words. It really feels like an angel who’s watching over you. It sort of reminds me of that poem Footprints in the Sand. When there are only 1 set of footprints in the sand it’s my guardian angel who carries me. I still have to make wise decisions and strive to reach my goals, but it feels like I get an extra boost along the way.  

Liza: Hmmm…we have much the same experience. I began life with my great grandmother as my guardian. When my brother died, my grandmother began watching me, and then my Dad died and he joined the fun of trying to keep me alive.  It’s not an easy job. I am a trouble magnet and I’m a bit too brave for my own good.  I bet you are much easier on yours.  Mine have to save me about once a week. Now let's check out your latest fabulous book, which I review below!

Footnote: Liza and Linda Connors are in no way related. We have never met one another in person. I merely checked her first book out due to the similarities of our names. And I have been a reading fan every since!

Perfectly Unpredictable


Linda O'Connor

Falling in love is Perfectly Unpredictable …

Kalia Beck always dreamed of starting a family, living in a house with a white picket fence, and finding her soul mate. Just not in that order. Kalia is coping with an unplanned pregnancy when she learns the father has passed away. She soon finds out that single parenthood isn’t easy, especially when the only thing that soothes the baby is the guitar-playing of a reluctant and reclusive next-door neighbor.

Mack Challen, lead guitarist in a rock and roll band, knows it takes a village to raise a child. He just doesn't think there's a village big enough to help “gay momma” and her screaming baby.

Kalia and Mack aren't looking for love and aren't ready for each other, but when the future unfolds, it’s … Perfectly Unpredictable.

Perfectly unpredictable moments touch your heart the most.

Kalia pounded on her neighbor’s front door with her free hand. The other cradled a screaming Mani. In the last fifteen days, except for the past three, the neighbor had played his guitar from six until eight every night. And soothed Mani. It was the only thing that worked to calm the colic. No amount of rocking, walking, or singing worked to soothe the baby like fifteen minutes of guitar music. It was faintly amazing and fairly irritating that Kalia had to depend on the neighbor’s guitar playing.
He was home. She knew he was home. There was a new car in the driveway, and she could hear voices. So why wasn’t he answering the door? She pounded again.
The door swung open, and Kalia yelped at the suddenness of it. Mani screamed louder.
Mack frowned at them. “What?” he asked tersely.
Kalia groaned inwardly. It was the first time she had seen the neighbor close up. Six foot two, short dark hair with a sexy scruff, broad shoulders in a dark T-shirt, slim hips covered in worn sexy jeans, bare feet, and angry green eyes. Great. Just what she needed. A pissed-off lifeline. “Hi. I live next door. I need you to play guitar,” she said in a rush above Mani’s wailing.
“What?” His eyebrows winged up, and he put his hands on his hips.
“Why aren’t you playing guitar? You play guitar every night at this time.”
He shook his head. “I have company.”
“Well, you’re very good at guitar. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind listening to it for a few minutes.” Mani screamed louder. Desperate, Kalia strode in, noting that the layout to his home was the same as hers. Getting a fleeting impression of dark colors and sparse furniture, she moved past him into the living room. “Hello,” she said to the gorgeous brunette curled up on the dark leather sofa. “Would you mind very much if . . . he,” she gestured vaguely, realizing that she wasn’t sure of his name, “played guitar for a few minutes? Just a few minutes. It won’t take long.”
Mack followed her in. “Renee, this is my neighbor, half of the gay couple that lives next door, and her screaming baby,” he said wryly.
Kalia’s eyebrows shot up. “Yup, that’s me. The lesbian from next door,” she said with some chagrin. Is that what the neighborhood thought? She was living under a rock. “And we just need a little guitar music if you don’t mind.” She spied two guitars leaning on stands across the room and waved in their direction. “Whichever works.” Time’s a wastin’.


This is the best of a fabulous series yet!

From love at first meet, to a night of passion…it happens sometimes, but what happens next sent me into tears. What follows is love, confusion, regrets and then a new chance at love.

You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, and you’ll be so glad you read this. Astoundingly fabulous!  

Linda O’Connor (no relation to me) has gone from really good to a great author!

I want to give this book 10 stars!


Linda O’Connor started writing a few years ago when she needed a creative outlet other than subtly rearranging the displays at HomeSense. It turns out she loves writing romantic comedies and has a few more stories to tell. When not writing, she’s a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic (well, even when she is writing she’s a physician, and it shows up in her stories :D ). She hangs out at

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  1. Liza, Thank you very much!! This just made my day - possibly my whole year :D :D You're an angel for taking the time to read my novels and for being such an avid supporter. I really appreciate it.

    1. I love your books, so the pleasure of reading is all mine.


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