Thursday, December 6, 2018


Liza O’Connor
Book 2 of the
Requires Rescue Series
Contemporary Suspense
Sometimes even the strong
requires a helping hand.


Molly Brown always faces life with a smile, even when a frightening thug is intent upon killing her. At first, Detective Sean Cushing finds Molly’s cheery disposition unnatural, especially when he discovers the seriousness of her injuries. When she asks for police protection, he instead offers her a job and home being a nanny to his five-year-old daughter, hoping her cheery disposition can pull his child from her dark hole of misery. Never did he expect he’d be proposing marriage within a day, but life has a way of going in odd directions when Molly Brown is involved.


“So why’d you get fired?”
He glanced down at her. She was mauling her lip. “If I’m going to find you a new job and a place to stay, I need to know.”
The brilliant smile returned. “You’re going to find me both?”
“Depends on why you got fired.”
Her brow furrowed. “I’m not really sure why. I thought I was doing a good job. My boss seemed happy. He didn’t like my clothes—said they were too dowdy. He thought I should dress like Angie, but I wasn’t comfortable wearing…”
“Wearing what?”
“So little. It didn’t seem professional to me.”
“So he fired you for failing to dress sexy?” Sean asked.
“Not directly. He just stopped being pleased with me. In fact, he’d frown every time he saw me.”
“So how’d you get fired?” Why was it that no one could just answer his questions?
“He called me into his office and told me it was time I stopped with the child routine and grow up. He had arranged for me to meet a client in his home, and my job was to make the client happy…so happy he’d buy a thousand top-of-the-line copiers for the company. This sale would be twenty percent of our annual sales, so I couldn’t screw it up.”

“What did you say?”
“I said I didn’t think I was ready for such an important sale and he should send someone else, like Clark.” She paused and explained, “In my opinion, Clark is the best salesman in the office. My boss said Clark wouldn’t do. The client didn’t swing that way.”
Several cops standing in the hall stared their way. “Keep your voice down,” Sean whispered.




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.

Investigate these sites:

And check out Liza’s

No comments:

Post a Comment

Authors love to get comments. It's candy to our souls.
Please take the time to leave one.

After 3 days, comments require moderation.