Friday, December 1, 2017

Slammed by Liza O'Connor

How Liza became a bull riding fan.
When I broke up with the only decent boyfriend I ever had, I was shocked, stunned, and broken hearted. He told me he was interested in another woman, but he asked me to hang around until he decided which of us he liked the best. Needless to say, I wasn’t happy with men and certainly never planned to like one of them again after that fiasco.

So, I took up watching bull riding, just to watch the fellows get roughed up by bulls three nights in a row each week.

As time moved along and my heart healed, I continued watching bull riding because they were family now. Some I liked, some I adored, and some I loved to see trampled.

What can I say? Watching bull riding can be therapeutic after a painful break-up and enjoyable once you are healed as well.


Liza O’Connor
Contemporary Suspense
Country Western/ Bull Riding


Davy Hill goes from obscurity to fame by riding the rankest bull alive. Coming from a life of poverty, the young cowboy expects his life to change for the better now that he’s a successful professional bull-rider. Yet, with every occurrence of good luck comes an equal dose of bad. He suffers a potentially career-ending injury, a string of betrayals, and much worse. Despite all the brutal slams he takes, he keeps getting up, because he’s a bull-rider and they never give up.

Davy Hill climbed in the rodeo chute and straddled the massive red Brangus bull, Son of Sam—two thousand pounds of muscles and raging fury, and never ridden for eight seconds in forty-eight outings. Riders only lasted an average 1.8 seconds on this beast’s back. Then, to punish them for the audacity of attempting to ride him, the red bull would turn on the fallen rider and attack with its twelve-inch long horns.
The owner had sawed off the tips, but that didn’t impede Son of Sam’s ability to dig beneath the breathless rider and toss him like a rag doll about the arena and then, for good measure, crash his sharp hooves on the rider’s limp body several times. He especially had a taste for attacking the heads of riders who wore helmets rather than hats. Beneath his two thousand pounds of energy, those helmets would crush like pumpkins, often giving the rider a career-ending concussion.
No one in the excited Guthrie, Oklahoma crowd expected anything different tonight. The only question in their minds was if Davy Hill would survive his encounter with Son of Sam to ride again. Many regretted he had pulled a potential ride to hell.

Davy’s Saga, Book 1

Liza O’Connor 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.

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