Sunday, July 29, 2018

Why Did I write this: Saving Casey By Liza O'Connor

Before I began publishing I spent 10 years doing nothing but hiking with my dog and writing novels. (Those two actions work well together. Exercise gets your mind thinking.)

I wrote about 130+ books in those ten years. I didn't publish anything. I just wrote novels, and rewrote them because I still had a lot to learn.

I was an active member of a crit group and a new member showed up. She was what my grams would have called a bossy girl. I thought the B word was more appropriate.

She ripped apart Saving Casey. She insisted I had to strip away the beginning chapter because no one wanted to begin reading about an old woman who dies.

While that may be true, I truly needed to present the old woman in chapter one, because she has to die and reincarnate. Only she didn't return as a new-born baby. No, she returned in the body of a comatose (actually dead) teenager with her face covered in Tattoos. 

Cass really had only two options: 1) Declare that she's not the teen, she's an 80-year-old woman and go directly to the psych ward.  OR 2) Pretend to be the dead girl and go from there. Naturally, she chose option # 2.

She thought she could do this until she looked into a mirror and discovered her tattooed face. She also had to deal with her rich and uncaring alcoholic mother. Cass had come from the middle class, but her new 'parents' were uber rich. She hated her gigantic mansion. Also, her 'new' parents pretty much ignored her entirely from the first day they brought her home from the hospital. Honest to God, the only person who would speak to her was the butler, and he was a cranky old guy.

The longer she remained in this body, the younger her spirit becomes and soon she is as sassy and challenging as any teenager you'll meet. And just like the teen Casey who originally owned this body, Cass is now in danger of being murdered as well. Only she has 80 years of life experience to pull from. She'll need it, because someone truly wants her dead,

Would you like to meet my 80-year-old reborn Cass?

You will laugh and cry through this book.
It kicks off the Requires Rescue series, which can be read in any order, since they are unique individual stories people who require rescue, because they are not going to survive on their own. 

However, upon writing Molly's story I fell in love with one of her dogs named Sentry and wrote a Requires Rescue story about him too. That will be coming Dec 2018.

And was the B Girl right that no publisher would pick up this book? No, she was not. 

So let that be a lesson. If you know in your heart that your book is really good. Do not let negative people sway you from publishing it.

Later, I did take the book back, gave it a new cover (the one you see above) and republished it. It turns out I prefer to be in charge, so I'm all Indie now.

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Cinder-Ugly by Laura Strickland

by Laura Strickland

Genre: Sweet Fantasy Romance

From the moment Cindra is born, misshapen and ill-formed in face and body, her beautiful mother hides her away, allowing the world to see only her other three perfect children. Cindra, raised by an aged nurse and assigned humble duties in the kitchen, receives little affection and plenty of abuse from both her mother and sisters. Starved for beauty, she longs most of all for love. 

Prince Rupert, newly returned from an education outside the kingdom and forced to take over duties as king, sees the beauty of Cindra’s spirit.  In her sister-in-law’s garden, he courts her with rare flowers and nearly makes her forget her mother’s hate. But when war tears them apart, will Cindra have the courage to stand on her own? And when faced with the challenge of leading Rupert’s subjects through a siege, will the strength of her compassion be enough to sustain a kingdom?

This is not a simple fairy-tale,

but a complex story of deep emotions.

Cinder-Ugly by Laura Strickland is a tear jerker for sure and a much harsher tale than the tale of Cinderella. However, it is far more plausible than the original. This is a story of a cruel mother who taught her two beautiful daughters her meanness and selfishness. Then when the woman had a difficult birth with her third daughter, resulting in Cinder being less than ‘perfect’, the woman disowned the baby, hiding it in the attic from everyone. But babies grow, so eventually, Cinder sneaks out of the attic to attend a fine party downstairs. That resulted in a brutal whipping.

When her older brother gets married, he invites Cinder to come live with him and his new wife, Donella, a kind and gentle young woman. Cinder is at first afraid to leave home. While it is a hellish place, it is the only place she has ever known.

But war is coming, and that changes all for everyone. And for most, it was not a good change, but for Cinder, she moved to her brothers home, where she discovered love, not just from Robin and Donella, but from the Prince, who had traveled all over the world and had learned the difference between a beautiful soul and mere physical beauty. He fell in love with Cinder at once. While it took Cinder time a while to accept that she was worthy of being loved, she finally accepted that the prince did love her.

If the author had wanted a fairy tale, it would have ended there. But that is not what happened.

The king dies, Prince Rupert becomes the new king, and a neighboring king declares war. And war is hard on all. However, for Cinder, it was life-changing. King Rupert asked for her hand, married her, and bed her in short order, then headed off to war, hoping she now carried his child.

Having no choice, Cinder becomes a grand, helpful, caring monarch, even as their world changes for the worst.

What follows will make you cry, angry, and appreciative of your own life. The author does not balk at killing off good people, because in real life, during a war, that is what happens. So keep some tissues nearby.

Thankfully, there is a happy ending, but I’ll let you discover that and the many nuances of the story I left out.

I dropped the tray. It fell hard with a clatter that echoed through the room. The remaining tarts—still a generous load—flew everywhere spewing their jam fillings as they went—on the carpet, on my shoes, on the Queen’s skirt and all over the Prince’s sapphire blue legs.

Everything froze. The music paused, everyone stopped talking. Someone laughed in horror and said, “Oh, my God!”

Mother’s face seized in a rictus; she leered at me. For an instant I could see nothing else. Not my father, not Bethessa who, I’m pretty sure, had laughed, not even the mess that surrounded me like the fallout from an explosion.

Just her anger. Her horror. Her disgust.

Then the moment’s paralysis broke. Mother reached out quick as a wasp and slapped me. The blow took me on the cheek and its force turned my head. Instant tears flooded my eyes.

“Stupid girl!” She drew back her hand to strike again. Two things happened before she could: Father cried, “Erikka—it was my fault!” And the Prince stepped between me and my mother, and seized her wrist.

“Please, Madame, do not. It was but an accident.”

No rebuke colored his tone. He sounded exceedingly polite. But I knew my mother took it as a rebuke and a public one. Her face stained with ugly red and she transferred her glare from me to the Prince.

Even at that moment, that terrible, terrible moment I knew she would never forgive me for this.

Award-winning author Laura Strickland delights in time traveling to the past and searching out settings for her books, be they Historical Romance, Steampunk or something in between. Born and raised in Western New York, she’s pursued lifelong interests in lore, legend, magic and music, all reflected in her writing. Although she enjoys travel, she’s usually happiest at home not far from Lake Ontario, with her husband and her "fur" child, a rescue dog. Author of numerous Historical and Contemporary Romances, she is the creator of the Buffalo Steampunk Adventure series set in her native city. Cinder-Ugly is the kind of fairy tale she thinks all children should read.

Monday, July 23, 2018

Luck Be An Angel by Liza O'Connor

Luck be an Angel 

Ethan searches for Facts not Advertising dollars
Ethan is a true newshound. He has no interest in ad revenue. He just wants to discover secrets, crimes, and astounding truths. He will gladly risk his life to discover the truth. He dreams of the day when he finally wins a Pulitzer prize for one of his pieces. Thus, he will NEVER become an editor, because they do have to care about ad revenues. The truth is, Ethan has probably gone as far as he’ll ever go unless he can find a shocking truth about the missing father that will astound everyone.

Reporter, Ethan Long, is sent into the backwoods of Arkansas to investigate a woman who claims her sixteen boys were born by Immaculate Conception. Not believing in divine intervention, Ethan plans to uncover the identity of the man who continues to impregnate Sara Smith every year, leaving her to raise her sons on nothing but luck and love. He enters their home as a tutor and eventually discovers the truth, but not before he has fallen in love with Sara and her wonderful boys. Now he must face his own crossroad in life and decide whether to follow his heart or his professional obligations.

Jacobs glanced down at a sheet of paper in front of him. His face soured as if the paper gave him indigestion. “Here’s the problem. If this story’s done right, it could be Pulitzer prize winning.”
Ethan felt every muscle in his body tense with excitement.
“It could give this paper great publicity which could translate into bigger ad revenues.”
Ethan’s foot thumped with impatience. He had no interest in advertising revenue. He was a newshound, a reporter, a man on the streets, finding the secrets, uncovering the truths, and explaining the complex so all could understand.
His news-sense told him Jacobs had a great lead on his desk. Yet, he could see the lead was not yet his. Something was making Jacobs hesitate, probably his ex-wife’s tantrum.
“I’m your man,” Ethan said with certainty.
Jacobs chewed the inside of his cheeks. “Well, that’s my problem. You’re my best writer, but I’m not sure you can set aside your personal issues to do this story.”
“What personal issues? I’m a hundred percent professional!” Ethan felt his anger rise again. Damn his ex-wife! Jacobs had never in the six years he’d worked for this paper ever suggested he wasn’t professional until now.
“If this was a bank heist, I couldn’t agree more. But this story might have a better chance with Carlson.”
His fingers gripped the plastic arms of the chair. “Carlson! He can’t write himself out of a paper bag.”
Jacobs sighed and nodded in agreement. “Which is why I’m contemplating giving you this story, even though my gut tells me you can’t do it.”
He released the chair’s arms before he snapped them in two. “Well, your gut needs to see a doctor, Jacobs. There isn’t a story in the world I can’t do better than Carlson.”
Luck be an Angel

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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Friday, July 20, 2018

Wednesday by Victoria Danann

The Witches of Wimberley Book 3
by Victoria Danann

Genre: Fantasy Romance

All things magical and mundane happen for a reason. But when romance is involved, that reason may wear a more confusing disguise than usual.

New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann, adds some more night magic to the captivating Witches series.

Wednesday's not just a witch. She's a modern woman who doesn't like being told what to do. It's her turn for the spring rites, but she stuns the entire colony by saying no. She further befuddles everyone by refusing to give her reasons. Hoping she'll change her mind, they recruit her friends to apply pressure and proceed with plans as usual.

The warlock, Rally, met Wednesday at a witches' gathering in Aspen. They barely spoke the entire weekend and he didn't think much of it until afterward, when he found himself waking during the night with her on his mind. He could track her down, but to what end? He certainly had no interest in a relationship lasting longer than forty minutes, but it had been months since the brief encounter and he was still being caught by friends, musing about Wednesday instead of listening.

Then one day it came to him that she must have cast some kind of spell. That was all the reason he needed to track her down.

Perhaps he expected to travel a great distance to find a compliant, cooperative, submissive female with inferior magics. One thing was certain. He was not prepared for an aloof witch who couldn't manage to care enough about the accusation to even pretend indignation. When she laughed in his face, said, "Think what you want," and walked away, he was left standing with an open mouth and the ancient hunter's impulse to chase, the essential masculine principle, blooming to life. In his pants.

Find out why readers call this series magical, enchanting, and witching good fun.

“Earth to Rally,” Aodh snapped his fingers in front of Rally’s face. They sat in a dive bar in Key West hoping the party occupying the table next to the oscillating fan would leave so they could grab it. “Even if you were looking at that little blonde who keeps finding reasons to twitch her butt back and forth, you’ve been out of your body long enough to fantasize all the way to great grandchildren.”

The glaze over Rally’s near-yellow eyes cleared as he focused on Aodh. “Hmmm? No. I wasn’t out of body. I wouldn’t do that in the middle of a bar.”

“It was a figure of speech. Geez. What is the matter with you? What do you think is the matter with Rally?” Aodh directed the question to Jean Mar.

“Maybe he’s just out of it because it’s too humid for humans in this place,” said Jean Mar. “Why are we here?”

“Because,” Aodh said, “we’re doing a twenty city bachelor party tour before Rally’s ensnared in the witches’ web.” He chuckled. “For good.” Aodh turned his baseball cap backwards. “Say goodbye to happy days.”

Rally had gotten one of the witches’ invitations to join them for a weekend in Wimberley. He knew about the weekends and their purpose, but had never heard of a warlock being targeted. “You talk too much, Aodh.”

Aodh laughed. “Since when? You know I’m kidding. And there’s a good chance you’re not the one. Or ones.” Aodh turned to Jean Mar. “How many do they ensnare every year?”

“One or two. I think. But watch your words if you don’t want to end up on the auction block.” Jean Mar seemed to be serious about the admonishment, which irritated Aodh. They were supposed to be having fun, preferably at Rally’s expense.

Rally looked at Jean Mar. “It’s not an auction block.”

“Oh, I know,” Jean Mar said. “Supposedly the men who get picked rave about how they wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“But they’re not us. Right?” Aodh added.

“Yeah,” Rally smiled. “But I’m not a man. Not if you mean it in the purely human sense. The sham of bachelor party just went away as your reason to exist today.”

“You’re not going?” Jean Mar’s question sounded like he might be shocked or might be scandalized.

Rally nodded. “Oh, I’m going to the witches’ little farce, but not because I have to and not because I have any intention of being… what did you say? Ensnared?”

Jean Mar looked doubtful. “Then why are you going?”

Rally’s eyes slid to Jean Mar. “For the food.”

Aodh laughed.

Jean Mar shook his head. “Underestimate them at your peril.”

“They’re. Female,” Rally said as if that explained everything in the universe.

“They are,” agreed Jean Mar. He was nodding, but also not joking around. He looked over his shoulder like he was concerned the wrong person would overhear then toward Rally and spoke in a low voice. “They’re also powerful. Like us.”

Rally and Aodh stared at him for a full five beats before bursting into laughter. When that ran its course, Aodh said, “You didn’t hear me right. I said they’re female.”

“Look.” Jean Mar eyes ping ponged between his friends. “We’re not talking about who can lift the biggest shovel of horse shit. I know you’re old. Older than I am. But if you think it follows that they’re magically inferior because they’re women? Well. You’re wrong.”

Rally started to say something, but Aodh held up his hand in a gesture of, ‘Hold on. I’ve got this’.

“When and how did you become an authority on magical equality?” Aodh asked.

Jean Mar slouched back in his chair, took a drink of something spicy with rum, and looked around the room shaking his head. “You don’t really want to know what I think.”

“Sure,” Rally said. “We do.”

“Alright. In a head to head contest, which to my knowledge has never been done, but if it was? They might win.”

Again Aodh and Rally burst into laughter.

“Okay. Tell yourselves whatever you need to.” Then Jean Mar directed a warning to Rally. “Walk into Wimberley full of piss and pride, thinking you’re a god. See what happens.”

Rally sighed deeply then turned up a bottle of Mike’s Hard Lemonade before surprising both his friends by saying. “I’ve already been there.”
“What?!” Jean Mar and Aodh said in unison. “When?!?”

Romance that is destiny laced, fantasy infused, and dressed in a little night magic.

If he leaves, he can never come back. But is he dumb enough to get in his car and drive away anyhow?

New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann, begins a sizzling new series about an enclave of modern day witches who are sexy, philanthropic and living in the Texas Hill Country. They're selfless to a fault when it comes to generosity, but when it comes to the men they choose for themselves, they don't settle for anything less than the best. 

"Enchanted from the very first page. I couldn't put it down!"- Night Owl Reviews 5* TOP PICK

While waiting for what would probably be his last acting audition ever, the guy standing in line behind Willem gave him a card with a phone number on it and said, "You're a good looking guy. If you're definitely quitting, try the witches."

Willem took the card for the sake of being polite. He planned to throw it away, but didn't. Crazy as it sounded, it seemed like the card was bugging him. It even kept him awake when he put it in the refrigerator.

He called the number, entered the competition and won. Winning meant getting everything he'd never even dared to dream about.

You don't know what you've got till it's gone.

Only one thing could be worse than never finding the love of your life...finding her and forgetting. 

From New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann, "mistress of modern romantic fantasy".

"...illustrated that love is the strongest magic of all." 

Rachel can't imagine life without Dashiell Fonteneau. They were the kind of couple who believed they were destined to find each other eons before they were born.Married people, but forever lovers.

When Dash goes to Denver on a business trip that was supposed to last for three days and doesn't come home, Rachel finds herself in conflict with the colony at Wimberley over what to do.

The entire community is in complete agreement when they decide magic can't be used to bring him back. They say she'll have to learn to live without him.

"I was tense the entire time I was reading this book. It keep me riveted. I couldn't put it down."
READERS ARE SAYING: It's the perfect blend of angst, humor, and a little night magic.

Victoria Danann is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty romances. For the past four years in a row, Victoria's Knights of Black Swan series have won prestigious Reviewers' Choice Awards for both BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES and PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL OF THE YEAR. This past year three of her series and three of her novels were nominated. Two of her series took the top two places and two of her books took first and second place in the PNR Novel of the Year category.

In addition to vampire hunting knights, Victoria writes other paranormal romance, scifi, fantasy, and contemporary romance.

Victoria co-hosts the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast which can be found on itunes or at →

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Inclined to Scandal by Zoe Mullins

by Zoë Mullins

Genre: Historical Erotic Romance

Publisher: Totally Bound

A misfit in proper society, Lady Georgiana will risk her future for a night of pleasure with Captain Wrath.

Lady Georgiana Knolls is a misfit in proper society, only there because her brother insists she have a Season and learn what it means to be ‘a lady’. The rules and etiquette forced upon unmarried women of her class are stifling and she breaks them more often and more publicly than is wise.

Which is how she meets Captain Wrath. His arrogance and confidence are nearly a match for her own and for a chance of pleasure with him, she will risk the future she’s been waiting for.

After years at sea, Captain Wrath is ready to resume the mantle of the Earl of Rathbridge. His first good deed? To save his best friend’s sister from blackmail by offering her the protection of his name…as her fiancé. The faux betrothal turns real when he realizes she is the same beauty who’s been sharing his bed since his return.

The earl is ready to make things right, but to do that, he will have to unmask a blackmailer, convince his best friend that he is suitable marriage material for his beloved sister and prove to Georgie that becoming his wife won’t stifle the independence she craves.

Rath was surprised that Lisette recognized him when he presented himself at the private entrance to her personal rooms at Chez de Sauveterre. The last leg of the trip had been difficult, the storms seeming endless. He hadn’t shaved in weeks, his hair needed a good wash and his clothes, though still well-cut, were caked with dirt, saltwater and blood. He did not look the part of a peer of the realm, or a partner in Sinclair Knolls, one of the most prosperous shipping and import interests in England.

Lisette had taken one look at him, seen behind the filth and grime and flung herself into his arms. His former mistress was ten years his senior but nothing in her countenance betrayed her age. Though in her mid-forties now, she still looked fresh and carefree, with her white-blonde hair pulled back in a loose knot. Her blue eyes swam with tears at the sight of him.

It was always at Lisette’s home that he regained his land legs. His coachman followed behind him with a small trunk filled with the clothes and toiletries that would turn the feared Captain Wrath into the Rowan Grayson Sinclair, the Earl of Rathbridge or that devilish Lord Sin, as some still called him.

He assured her of his health and general well-being before being seen up to a private guest room. He was relieved to see Gisele and Richards awaiting him in his room. They must have received word that his ship had at last made port.

He wrapped an arm around Richards’ shoulders and kissed Gissy on the forehead. They had been his faithful servants for years and appreciating their company, he regretted that he saw so little of them.

He’d met Richards when he had been a footman in his parents’ employ, but the young man had shown potential. Upon setting up his own lodgings in Albany, Rath had asked him to become his personal valet. 

By then, Gisele went where Richards went, and had taken on the role of housekeeper, cook and maid.

Tonight, the two worked together, putting to rest the fearsome Lord Wrath and revealing the gentleman beneath. Richards stripped him out of the offensive rags, and Gisele ran to dispose of them. 

Richards was nothing if not serious about his work, and Rath knew by the look he gave the sodden clothing that Richards was planning to take them out back and burn them. Rath hid a grin. He would never see the ‘offensive garments’ again. Richards set them by the door and turned back to the trunk, pulling out Rath’s more fashionable London attire.

“Not the jacket, not tonight.”

Richards lifted his brow as if to admonish him. The world, however, would not end if he showed up downstairs in his waistcoat and shirtsleeves. He glared back at Richards, who frowned, but silently relented.

Gisele laughed at them both. “You two have the same argument each time you come home.”

“That was hardly an argument,” Richards grumbled. “It’s hard to argue with a man who looks like a naked caveman. We must do something about that hair and beard, my lord.”

“Of course, Richie.”

“Come on, caveman.” Gisele held out her hand. “I happen to like you naked and hairy. Though not so filthy as you are now.”

A prolific writer, even in elementary school, she was jotting down poems and stories whenever she had the chance - usually during math class.

After many years of working in corporate communications, Zoë decided in 2015 it was time to focus her energy on the kind of writing she loved – hot romances with strong, alpha heroes and quirky, independent heroines.

Zoë’s husband of nearly 20 years threw his full support behind that dream and loves to tell people his wife is a romance author. They live in Atlantic Canada with their two crazy collies. When not at her computer, you will find Zoë chasing after her muddy dogs, working in the garden or helping to renovate their money-pit of a house.

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Saturday, July 14, 2018

Lessons from Wabbaseka by Liza O'Connor

Lessons from Wabbaseka
By Liza O’Connor

How this story came to be:

Many years ago, my great aunt and uncle heard that I had lost my job. They immediately wrote and told me to come live with them. I was overwhelmed by their kindness, but I reminded them there were no jobs in Wabbaseka (population 300).

I assured them that I would find a new job in either NJ or Manhattan, which I did. But still, I pondered what would it have been like if l had gone to live with them. Thus, being an after-work author at the time, I wrote a ‘what if’ story, featuring my wonderful great aunt and uncle. I never tried to publish it while they were alive, but upon finding and reading it last year, I decided to publish it. The only thing that is true to reality are my Aunt and Uncle. The rest is a bizarre ‘what if’ story I created from my imagination.


When Anna Baker is fired from her New York job, she accepts her aunt and uncle’s offer to come live with them in the little town of Wabbaseka, Arkansas. She discovers a house in dire need of repairs and her relatives in need of proper care. Under the misconception that being unemployed means she has no money, the local sheriff gets involved in her life, trying to determine how she can afford the building materials to fix up the house. Her cousin, Dewayne, appears and wants her evicted, and the FBI thinks she’s involved in a money-laundering scheme. While Anna doesn’t find the peace and quiet she seeks, she may find love…

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Sheriff Carr was enjoying his morning coffee and paper at Leon’s Diner when Mr. Kaufman, the postman, sat down across from him. “Mind some company, sheriff?”

“Not at all,” Carr replied, knowing by the excited expression on the fellow’s face, he had some juicy gossip of ill-doings to report. While the postmaster’s propensity to confess the town’s sins was excessive and no doubt in bad manners, it certainly made Carr’s job easier.

“Have ya heard the Larrington’s have a niece living with them now?”

“I noticed a Subaru in their driveway,” he said, giving Kaufman just enough so the man would feel obliged to top it with his own findings.

“She’s a yankee from New York City.”

“Her license plate says New Jersey.”

“Don’t know nothing ’bout that, but I know she was some big-wig in New York City until she lost everything and came running back here to live off the Larringtons.”

Carr had already heard the story about her spending her last dollar on a fishing pole. “Well, I expect the Larringtons are pleased with the company and assistance.”

Kaufman’s eyes beamed with excitement. “I think she may be too assisting if ya know what I mean.”

“Can’t say I do. Is there something I should know?”

“Only that she’s hired a carpenter to fix the roof.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“Yeah, but how could she afford it when she can’t even afford a fishing pole? The Larringtons told Ethel who told Maxine the supplies are spares, which Jeremy Adams had and he’s doing the work for free while she watches his little girl.”

Carr frowned. While he was glad to hear somebody would be watching after the little girl, he damn well knew Jeremy didn’t have spares of anything.

“I’ve been asking around to see if anyone is missing stuff,” Kaufman added.


“Maxine is missing shingles and Dodge Hodgens is missing wood.”

With his bounty of information reported, Mr. Kaufman continued on his route. Carr reluctantly put away his paper while the waitress, Nancy, topped his coffee.

He suspected Maxine lost her missing shingles in the bad storm that passed through last week, and Dodge Hodgens’ memory was so rattled that he might be recalling some wood he bought and used over five years ago. Still, he’d better check it out. The Larringtons were good people and he’d hate to see them harmed. And Jeremy Adams’ involvement didn’t make him feel better about the situation.

About the Author
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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