Thursday, September 27, 2018

Proud Mary by Liza O'Connor

Proud Mary by Liza O'Connor



Bad clothes can truly drag you down.

When Mary was rushed to the hospital in early labor, she wore a beige maternity outfit. A pit bull attack caused her to go into pre-mature labor at 7 months. Both her babies survived, but they were so incredibly small!  After two days in the hospital, Mary remains in pain, but they are sending her home because that’s all her insurance covers. However, when she goes to the closet to get dressed, instead of her maternity outfit, there’s a skin-tight leopard-spotted tube dress that not even a hooker would want to be caught dead in. And naturally, her purse and phone are missing.

She knows exactly who did this: The vicious wives of the fathers of her two babies.

Having no other option, she pulls on the spandex tube dress. No shoes, just the dress. She hopes beyond hope that her purse is being held at the nurses’ station. No such luck.

She quickly discovers, if you look like a hooker, YOU ARE TREATED LIKE THE SCUM OF EARTH. The cops scared the hell out of her with their desire to “search her for drugs”, but thank God, they didn’t have time.

Even the nice security guard who chased her down for stealing the wheelchair, asked her if she was on drugs. Eventually, he lets her make a call on his phone. She holds out her hand to thank him for his help, but he refuses to shake her hand. Someone might think they are passing drugs.

She had never before realized how often ‘good’ people can pull down poor people with their negative assumptions.



Proud Mary


By
Liza O’Connor
Book 3 of the
Requires Rescue Series
Contemporary Suspense
Sometimes even the strong
requires a helping hand.

Blurb

Mary Mason may have lost her job and reputation, but she has too much pride to allow vengeful women and their manipulative husbands to destroy her life and steal her new born babies. Unfortunately, pride alone isn’t going to save her. When Captain Chad Danton answers a call about a prostitute soliciting at the local library, he discovers a determined woman in desperate need of medical care. Upon hearing Mary’s story, he resolves to help her, not realizing her enemies will join those who wish to destroy his career.


EXCERPT
They had just entered the elevator when Torrel’s watch beeped. “That’s it. I’m off duty.” His surly eyes met hers. “You’re on your own.”
Mary smiled. This was the first bit of luck that had gone her way. “Could you hit the elevator to take me to the preemies?”
He seemed confused by her question and then angry. “Lady, I’m not taking you anywhere! I’m off duty.”
“I understand and I don’t blame you. But could you just be a good person and hit the floor with the preemies, so I can go visit my new born babies before they find someone else to roll me out?”
He chuckled and hit the elevator button. “The elevator is going down right now, just stay on it. I’ve pushed nine for you. Sorry about being so hard on you. It’s just this place is pissing me off. Every second, someone is giving me grief.”
She nodded in sympathy. “I know the feeling.”
When the elevator door opened downstairs, the young man looked at two cops standing at the inquiry desk. He cursed and pushed the elevator close-door button as he pressed himself into the front corner. When the door closed, he sighed with relief. “I’ll take you up to the preemies. That way, they won’t question your right to be there.”
She was certain Terrell’s change of heart was due to the police, but she didn’t care. As long as she got to see her babies, she’d let Satan himself push her wheelchair.
Terrell didn’t stop at the observation window. He rolled her through doors marked “authorized personnel only” and into the room holding ten incubators.
He sighed. “Which one is yours?”
“Two. A boy and girl.”
He quickly walked through the incubators, looking for twins. He stopped and smiled when he found two. He glanced at the tag on the incubator. “What’s your name?”
“Mason.”
He nodded and returned to her, rolling her to the proper incubator. “I’m going to stand over there and wait. Take all the time you need.”
Clearly his change of heart was due to his need to sit out of sight and wait for the police to leave, but it gave her time with her babies, so she didn’t care.


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SAVING SENTRY 


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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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Sunday, September 23, 2018

Luck be an Angel by Liza O'Connor

Luck be an Angel 

Meet Sara: She is the sweetest, most patient, encouraging and hardworking mom you’ll ever meet.
Sadly, the ‘good people of Briarville” wish to judge and destroy Sara’s life. The shops won’t even allow her to buy from them. She has to drive all the way to Fayetteville. When she recently won a house but had no property to build upon, the town purchased her some cheap bog-land OUTSIDE of their city limits.
What terrible unforgivable act has Sara done to make a whole town hate her? Each year on February 14, she gets pregnant with another child. When the story begins, she has sixteen boys and one in the bun. And here’s the kicker: She insists that she’s never laid with a man.
Well, the townspeople don’t believe her. So once she moves into her new home, they explain her boys can no longer attend the Briarville school. Then Child Services steps in and warns if she does not obtain a tutor in the next week, they will have to take the boys and place them in foster homes.
Thankfully, Ethan arrives, pretending to be a tutor arrives just in time. His motives aren’t pure, but his timing is impeccable!


BLURB
 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.
EXCERPT
Sam came running out the back door. “Mom, our school teacher has come! Joshua’s started the interview.”
His declaration caused all the boys to drop the clothes and run into the house, leaving Sara to pick up the fallen clothes and add them to the pile requiring a second wash.
Sara hurried with her chore, worried that the poor woman would run off before she could intervene. The sight of so many boys, identical but in age, all in one room, could be a bit terrifying.
By the cluster of bodies in the kitchen, she assumed Joshua had chosen his favorite room for the interview. She shook her head and gently moved her mass of boys about so she could enter.
She heard Joshua’s voice, full of challenge. “By only moving one match, I want you to make a perfect square.”
Her eldest wasn’t interviewing; he was testing the poor woman…
She finally moved aside Colby so she could see the teacher and apologize for her son’s inquisition. Her apology was lost in the shock of discovering the teacher was not a woman. He was most decidedly a man, probably in his late thirties, with a long nose, which gave him a slightly hawkish look. His dark eyes presently sparkled with amusement as he studied the puzzle her son had posed. She liked his face. He looked like a good man. Only she didn’t want a man. She couldn’t have a man here. She had enough problems with the townspeople thinking ill of her as it was.
The man leaned over and gently tugged on the leg of one match a bit, making a tiny square in the center. The younger boys cheered him for his success.
He stood and bowed to the applause of the boys and then grew serious when he noticed a smiling woman standing in the midst of her boys. She smiled and stepped forward.
Joshua stood up, his chest puffed out with pride. “I’ve checked him out, Ma. He’ll do just fine.”
“Does that mean they won’t take us away now?” her ten-year-old, Oliver, asked.
Peter ruffled his younger brother’s hair. “That’s right O, you can stop screaming in your sleep now.”

Luck be an Angel

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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Wednesday, September 19, 2018

GraveDigger by CeeRee Fields


Hi everyone.  Thanks, Liza for having me on your blog to share my newest release: Gravedigger.

I wanted to do something different today, so I asked Liza if she'd be up for a trailer. I'm so glad she said yes. I've been so excited to share it, and you'll be the very first to view it. I hope you enjoy!

***Trailer***


Gravedigger is a romantic suspense, but the bad guy isn't your typical villain. Instead of murder, this person creates mayhem. Luckily, Josephine Rayburn isn't your average detective, so she needed a challenging case to really dig her teeth into. Along the way she meets Rhysian 'Rhys' Harrison, a coroner's assistant.

See how the two meet and figure out how to be a couple while Jo chases down a madman. The first will be more of a challenge than the latter.





~Blurb~

Hunting a killer is easy. Learning to love is hard.

Josephine 'Jo' Rayburn has no luck with love.  Between the demands of her job as a homicide detective, finding the perfect yarn for her knitting projects, and her nosy family, she doesn't have time to find her happily ever after, nor does she really believe it exists. Until she's assigned to the Gravedigger task force where she meets Rhysian 'Rhys' Harrison, the sexy Coroner's assistant.

Rhys Harrison thought he had found love with the perfect woman.  But his parents' death forced him to choose between his fiancĂ©e and caring for his brother, he chose his brother.  His only regret, the medical degree he abandoned to work in the Coroner's office.  When the Gravedigger leaves his latest victim at the gates of a cemetery, Rhys and Jo are thrown together, her prickly personality interests him, but it's her deeply hidden romantic side that captivates him.

After one of the task force members is shot, Rhys's fears of losing Jo, like he's lost so much already, threaten to rip them apart.  Can she convince him that love is worth having no matter the risk?  Or will he play it safe, leaving before his heart becomes too attached?





Excerpt:

Jo watched as Rhys wrapped up his game, then he walked toward her, his stride not hurried nor slow. Confident was how she'd describe it. She sipped the new beer Marcy had dropped off. Curious, Jo waited to see if he'd join her or veer away. His gaze latched onto hers, a small curl of his lips softened the intensity of his gaze.

“Hello, I'm Rhys.” His voice wasn't deep, but not light either. It drew her in, made her want to see what it'd take to make that crisp, proper tone break and heat. What would turn it into a growl?

Holding out her hand, Jo smiled. “I'm Jo.”
“Karma said this stool was empty, mind if I join you?” He tipped his bottle toward the stool Karma had vacated.

“Nope.”

He turned to face the pool tables and propped his elbows on the counter behind him. Both sipped their beers and watched Sullivan break. Jo hid a smile at how distracted her sister was with Abe. Of everyone in the bar, she'd never have pegged Abe as Karma's type.

“Heard you had the date from hell.” Rhys turned in his seat and focused his unusual gold eyes on her.

“Don't get me started, seems like I'm drawing them like flies to shit right now.”

Rhys grinned. “Weird analogy, but okay. I saw you and your sister in the ring yesterday.” As perfect as the man seemed on closer inspection, it was not only reassuring to see the slight gap between his front teeth but endearing as well.
Heat stole over Jo's face and she twisted around to face Rhys. All her friends and co-workers had been talking about that fight.

“Who won?” he asked, interrupting her rambling thoughts.

Shrugging, she smiled. “Depends on who you ask.”

“I'm asking you.”

Jo leaned toward him, the heat of his body seemed to reach out to envelope her. It was odd how much she wanted to move even closer, wrap herself around him. Shaking off the feeling, Jo focused on their conversation. “Oh, then the captain won.”

Rhys's gaze darkened with confusion. “What?”

“See, Sullivan, my partner, he says I won. Maker says if they counted the hits by MMA rules, then Karma would've won because some of my hits weren't kosher. Karma says the match was a draw and I say the captain won.”

Rhys scratched his shadowed jaw. “I'll bite, why do you think the captain won?”
“Oh, that's easy. Because when we were going at it, the captain stepped into the gym and with one shout cleared the entire area out.”

That drew a surprised laugh from Rhys. He was gorgeous when he laughed, the brackets around his mouth deepened and his eyes crinkled at the corners in happiness. “I thought I saw a lot of on duty cops down there.”

“Yep.”
His expression turned pensive. “Do you often fight like that with your sister?”

“First, Karma's my half-sister. Second, we had a lot of things to work out. Sometimes it's better to deal with our feelings in the ring rather than let it fester.”

“You had a lot of anger to work out, but she”—Rhys pointed his beer bottle toward Karma—“wasn't working out anything.”

“What?” Jo’s gaze darted between her sister and Rhys. He motioned at Karma again, it proved he'd seen the fight. “How can you say that? She came at me with everything she had.”
Tipping the bottle to his lips for the last swallow, he set it on the counter with a hollow thump. “No, she didn't.”

Jo finished her own beer and set her empty bottle next to his, debating if she wanted the answer to the questions he'd raised. But that was why she had become a detective, to protect those she loved with her most valuable asset. Puzzles, they were her addiction and people were the most complex puzzles on the face of the earth. “Okay, I'll bite. What makes you think she didn't fight just as hard as I did?”
Another grin flashed across Rhys's sharp planed face. “Because when you're angry you have several tells that she could easily have used to her advantage. She didn't. Instead, she defended herself and let you work out your frustration on her.”

Bullshit, Jo thought and then said, “Bullshit.”

He shrugged.

“What tells?” No way did she have tells. She worked too damned hard to make sure she never telegraphed her moves.

“When you made the roundhouse kick, you shifted your left foot before you followed through.” Leaning toward her, he continued, “And when you went to change up your punch to use your left fist instead of your dominant right one, you lowered your shoulder.”

Distracted by the subtle cologne he wore, it took Jo a second for her brain to latch on to what he said. “The hell I did.”

He shifted away from her and she wanted to growl at her stupidity. Dammit. She wanted him closer and now she'd run him off. Then he was back, a phone in his hand and the fight on the small screen. “Watch.”

Her eyes followed the action. “Son of a bitch. She's not even trying.”

“That's not true, it takes a good deal of concentration to keep someone as determined as you from doing a lot of damage.” Rhys tucked his phone back in his pocket. “And as both of you are highly trained, it took her even more effort.”

“How do you know how well trained we are?” Suspicion curled into Jo.

He smiled again. “When is your next day off?”

“I'm not sure with this new case.” She struggled to keep up with the rapid change of subject.

“Okay, how about I call you next week. Maybe you can get an evening or afternoon off and we can go out to dinner or do something else.”

Surprised, she took too long to answer, and he continued, “Or not.”

A flash of something that looked like disappointment appeared in Rhys's golden gaze but disappeared so fast Jo could've been mistaken.

“I'd like that, but I thought you were interested in Karma.”

“No, she's too flashy for me. I prefer a woman who's a bit more subtle.” He tipped his head to the side.

She turned to see Karma arguing with Sullivan, as usual. “She can be a tigress.”

It was true, proven when Karma had leaped to her mother's defense. In retrospect, Jo realized that was also why Karma had instigated the fight earlier. To help Jo release her anger constructively and get her on an even keel to accept Karma and Maker onto the case. The revelation caused her sister to rise higher in Jo's estimation.

Rhys hummed, his cell phone back in his hand. “Give me your number.” 



~ Author Bio ~

CeeRee Fields currently lives in Groningen, the Netherlands with her husband and cat. Since she was born in Alabama and moved to the Netherlands, Dutch is not her first language which gets her into mischief in various stores around town when she tries to speak it.

She loves writing, building worlds that her characters can explore and break if they feel the need. Action, adventure and love are her favorite things. And when stuff gets blown up who says the guy is the only one who gets to do it?

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  Email:   ceereefields@gmail.com




Monday, September 17, 2018

A Despicable Crime by Liza O'Connor

By Liza O’Connor


Troubles & Crimes to be solved
Xavier’s dead great-grandmother wants Vic to solve a crime
A Despicable Crime
(The Attempted Abduction of Xavier’s Mother)
A Painful Conclusion
The Improvement of Crime Lords
A Gift Returned



Family contacts that Xavier Thorn has long ago hidden from his life suddenly return.  His beloved great-grandmother, which his father had declared dead when Xavier was six, turns out to be alive and annoyed that his father is stealing money from her bank account and the bank won’t stop him.
As matters escalate from theft to murder to a most despicable crime, Xavier learns more about his father who has hated him all his life and discovers some good news. However, first, he must secure his great-grandmother and his mother, since the connection between the two ladies and Xavier has become known to several Crime Lords. As the man responsible for keeping all Crime Lords in line, the two ladies are now in danger of becoming hostages.
It’s a hard month for Vic. Due to saying too much while teaching the Scotland Yard officers on how to stop forgeries, Vic believes she has lost Xavier’s love. Also, her crazy sister Claire burns down the house Claire lives in simply because it cannot be put into her name. Then she arrives at Xavier and Vic’s house with the intention of killing them all.
Family can be so difficult!


Excerpt
Vivian laughed. “You are such a delightful young man. No wonder my great-grandson thinks so highly of you!”

Xavier’s forehead wrinkled. “I’ve thought you dead since I was six, and you’ve never met Victor before today, so how could you possibly conclude that I think highly of the fellow?”

“Let me first say I am glad I am not dead and that we have reconnected, Xavier. For you have always been dear to my heart. However, to your objection, I’ll have you know I have an excellent sense of smell. And like you and Victor, I have excellent deduction skills. You not only think well of Victor, but I dare say you love her.” She then turned to Vic. “Living one’s life as a man definitely has its advantages. But it must be a difficult secret to keep from the world.”

Vic contemplated denying her true gender, but she could not lie to this dear woman. “Not as hard as you might expect,” Vic admitted. “I have a very loyal staff. “We even have two sons, one that nearly killed me during his birth, and the other I rescued from a baby farmer.”

“May I meet them?” Vivian asked.

“Of course! Our home is right across the street,” Vic assured her.

Xavier hugged his great-grandmother. “Thank you, Vivian, for being the same tolerant, loving woman I treasured as a child.”

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Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats, left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast. There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell in love with her new life where people behaved nicely. But all those bad behaviors has given her lots of fodder for her humorous books. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.
You have been warned.
The Adventures of Xavier & Vic Sleuth series: (Late Victorian/Mystery/Romance)
The Troublesome Apprentice — The greatest sleuth in Victorian England hires a young man who turns out to be a young woman.
The Missing Partner — Opps! The greatest sleuth in Victorian England goes missing, leaving Vic to rescue him, a suffragette, and about 100 servants. Not to mention an eviscerating cat. Yes, let’s not mention the cat.
A Right to Love — A romantic detour for Jacko. Want to see how amply rewarded Jacko was when he & Vic save an old woman from Bedlam?
The Mesmerist The Mesmerist can control people from afar and make them murder for her. Worse yet, Xavier Thorn has fallen under her spell.
Well Kept Secrets — The problems with secrets is that they always come to light, no matter how you wish to silence them.
Pack of Trouble — Changes are a part of life, but these changes almost kill Vic.
The Darkest Days — Muddled cases make Vic very grumpy.
The CrimeLords’ War — Vic is almost killed twice as she tries to prevent a CrimeLords’ War, stop a female Russian spy, and locate Xavier.
Toxic Diamonds The Queen’s Diamonds have been stolen, Director Stone of Scotland Yard is missing, and there is a toxic gas that may kill hundreds of Londoners.
A Despicable Crime — Just when you think Crime Lords cannot behave worse, they step up their game, and I’m sorry to report that Xavier’s father caused this debacle.

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