Sunday, March 3, 2019

Slammed by Liza O'Connor

Do you remember the first time you flew on a commercial airplane? Honestly, I do not remember my maiden voyage. There have been so many flights that all I know now is that I don’t wish to fly anymore. Back when I used to fly business or first class, passengers were treated with kindness. The stewardess would even allow me to create ice-cream sodas as I traveled back and forth from Nederlands. 

Now in the US, we are smashed in the face, thrown into the cramped aisle, and brutally dragged from the plane for the crime of wishing to keep the seat we paid for and were presently sitting in. I don’t think I could survive in such a hostile environment.

Rest assured if I ever take a plane flight again, it will be with a plane from a different country, which still treats humans humanly. (I can insist upon a foreign plane because the only way I’ll get back on a plane is because I’m either going to New Zealand, Europe or Australia.)

Check the excerpt below to check out Davy’s first airplane flight.


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.


On the plane, Dr. Olsen insisted Davy sit with his aunt in first class, while he took the last-minute-acquired coach ticket.

Aunt Madeline resisted the switch at first but finally conceded. “He’s such a good man,” she declared as she sat down and buckled in. She then reached over and buckled Davy in as well.

Davy sucked in his gut, trying to avoid her touch, and frowned. “You don’t have to do that. I’m not a kid.”

She nodded to the young man bringing people drinks. “Were you expecting the flight assistant to help you?”

The teasing sparkle in her eye confused him. “No ma’am. I just wasn’t going to buckle up. I don’t expect a plane will run into any ditches or have to stop for deer crossing the road.”

She tilted her head and then laughed just like his mother did before she got cancer. The memory caused his heart to ache with loss.

“You’ve never flown before have you?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the threat of unmanly tears. “No ma’am. I usually drive to events.”

“Well, on planes they won’t take off until everyone has buckled in. So it was either you, me, or the flight attendant.”

Shame flooded him for being so ignorant. “Thank you for helping.”


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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