Monday, June 24, 2019

Toxic Diamonds @Liza0Connor

On occasion a reader will insist that the main premise of this story is not credible (a young woman chooses to dress in men’s clothes and declare herself to be a young man). Their reasoning being that surely people would realize she was a woman.

Evidently, Victorians were not terribly observant people, In real life, quite a few women dressed and pretended to be men. Not surprising, given how limited life was for Victorian women.

Here is a very fine example: Margaret Bulkley took her uncle’s name: James Barry and dressed as a man so she could attend medical school and become a doctor:

Picture of James Barry (AKA Margaret Bulkley)
She not only became a doctor, but she also became the highest ranked doctor in the British army. She was also the first doctor to perform a successful Cesarean in which both mother and child lived. It was not until she died, that the charwoman hired to clean Barry for burial discovered ‘she’ was not a man, but a woman. Barry’s regular doctor suggested he was a hermaphrodite. The charwoman strongly disagreed, pointing out the evidence (stretch marks) that Margaret/James had born a child. (Given Margaret’s age at the time, it was more likely from sexual assault than consensual. Historians now believe the child was raised as her younger ‘sister’ with only her older siblings and, of course, her mother knowing the truth.
When the charwoman took her story to the press, all information about Margaret/James Barry was quickly sealed with plans to keep it so for a hundred years. A researcher gained access to the documents in 1950.
Margaret/James became a man when she went to medical school. Spent her entire life as a surgeon in the British Army, and reached the highest rank possible for a surgeon. It was not until she retired from the Army and died of dysentery that her gender was discovered. So clearly, women could pass themselves off as men in the Victorian era.

As for my character, Vic, I chose a model for my cover that visually could pass for either sex.
I attributed her with a low voice and provided her with chest compressor so she doesn’t appear to have breast.  She even pins a filled sock to her pants’ crotch.
Also, Vic is tall for a woman with a boyish lanky body. In fact, her hips refused to spread during the birth of their child, Cannon. (Xavier & Vic secretly marry in book 4.) Dr. Connors had to perform a Cesarean to save both her and her baby’s life. Fortunately, he had read up on Dr. Barry’s Cesarean and knew what to do.
So, my premise is not only reasonable but has been proven so by Margaret/James’ real life, not to mention a great many wives who chose to dress as men and go to war with their husbands. (That’s a documented fact as well.)

Determining whom to trust is getting very hard, indeed. This may be the most trying cases imaginable. Director Stone has gone missing and it appears Ministers of Parliament are involved. Xavier is arrested and placed in a jail meant to kill him, while Vic, disguised as a woman, attempts to locate the Minister of External Affairs and ask for his help.
Everyone is called in to assist: Jacko, his wife Alice, their son Pete, Samson the Crime Lord, David and Claire, Tubs and his wife Sara, the boys: Cannon and Ham, plus the bloodhound Arroo.
The Wasp, who escaped punishment for her attempts to murder her bigamist husband’s first wife last year, is back. Vic discovers love letters between Ben, their terrible male secretary, and the Wasp. Worse yet, he shared Xavier’s financial advice with the Wasp, making her and her husband very wealthy.
With Stone missing, and Barns and Meyers stretched to their limits, Vic decides it’s time to train more of the Scotland Yard officers in intuitive and deductive reasoning. While only half the class makes it through her two-day course, everyone is pleased with her results.

Finally, be warned: Vic’s sister, Claire, is becoming more difficult than ever. Gregory thinks she is going mad.

Two in the morning, Vic and Xavier were surreptitiously following a drunken spy. Not an easy task, given Xavier had not been allowed to have Davy, his carriage driver, accompany them. This meant he and Vic had to take turns following the young man while the other one drove the carriage up side roads to keep pace with the drunken fool. Even a fool, deep in his cups, would catch on that something was afoot if the same carriage either lurked behind him or constantly passed him and then pulled to the side of the road.

Finally, the boy stopped and stared at a warehouse by the docks. Before the young man could enter, a young girl stepped out of the shadows. Had Barringbarn sent him on a fool’s errand? Was the boy only looking for female company?

Then Xavier heard what sounded like a muted explosion and the young man collapsed to the ground.

Xavier pulled his gun and looked around for trouble, but the dock appeared empty. Even the young girl had run off when she heard the gunshot. Women in the docks would risk their lives for a coin, but otherwise, they looked out for themselves.

Just then Vic pulled up with the carriage and jumped down. “Why did you shoot him?”
“I didn’t,” Xavier snapped, “I’m not sure what happened. There was a young woman who stepped out of the darkness, blonde, I think, but I couldn’t tell you more. An odd explosion came from somewhere close to her location, then the boy collapsed. Any chance you saw where the girl went.”

Vic snorted. “Dock women know to run when trouble starts. I didn’t even see her, so there’s no way we’ll catch her. Let’s just grab the body and drop it off at the Minster’s house. The man’s so stupid, he will probably bellow at the corpse for an hour before he even realizes the fellow is dead.”

“No, he’ll, no doubt, demand I find the girl.” Xavier sighed heavily. This was supposed to be a simple grab and interrogate. In fact, they were not even the ones who were supposed to interrogate. The minister of Internal Affairs made it very clear they were to gag the fellow and bring him directly to his house. 

Book 8

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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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Monday, June 17, 2019

Timeless Honor by Amber Daulton

Timeless Honor

Publisher: Books to Go Now
Release Date: August 24, 2015
ISBN: 1517037964
Audio ASIN: B019S1ST6S
Genre: Historical/Time Travel Romance
Word Count: 30k
Heat Level: 3 Flames/Sensual


Jaye Ramsey decided to prove to her eccentric grandmother that time travel only existed in movies by vacationing in Bolivia with her friends. When she woke up in Hawksatter, England, 1735—the same town her grandmother supposedly vanished from as a young woman—Jaye found refuge at a hunting lodge but the strapping, reclusive baron who took her in reminded her all too well she was a lone woman at his mercy.
Accused of murdering his newly wedded wife a decade earlier, Lord Lucas Kenway closed the family farm and shut out the world. He never expected the little spitfire he claimed responsibility for would turn his quiet life upside down. Pushed together by fate and his meddling servants, Lucas wanted Jaye on his own terms and refused to surrender his hardened heart.
Then a mysterious wise man offered Jaye a way home.
Should she return to the future and the only life she’d ever known, or stay in an uncertain past as a stranger in a new world?


His mouth descended on hers, his arms encircled her waist, and the anger in her veins heated to desire. Her heart pounded in her throat and she wanted to rip off Lucas’s clothes and kiss every inch of the arrogant baron.
Jaye jerked out of his embrace before she lost all control. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“I swear you’re a siren. You invade my every thought and I’m at my wits’ end on how to deal with you.” His dark gaze bore into hers. “I wish to court you.”
“How can you court me if I return home? You can’t have it both ways.”
“I’ll be blunt.” Lucas straightened his frock over his chest and towered over her. “You’re a respectable lady and I hold you in high esteem, but I do not believe you’re pure, contrary to my earlier assumption. Correct me if I’m wrong.”
“Virginal?” She clenched her fists as he nodded. “You’re not wrong. Is that a problem?”
“No. In fact, I’m relieved.” Lucas grasped her hand, sucked her index finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue over the digit. Her heart stuttered in her chest. Then he popped her finger back out with a smacking sound. “I will never utter a word of our affair to anyone. I will never slander your name, speak ill of you or hurt you. I just want to lose time in your body.”
His touch burned through her. “What you want is a mistress, not a proper courtship.”
“You’re right. I will find a way to return you to your family as promised but I need to lie beside you until then.” He clasped her narrow waist with his palms, nuzzled her hairline with his nose and then pressed small kisses along the curve of her neck. Goosebumps followed the trail of his lips. “I know you desire me, jaybird.”

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Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.
Amber lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats. Feel free to visit her at

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Monday, June 10, 2019

A Find Through Time @Marianne Petit


“Wiwasteka, my beautiful woman....”
Gabrielle opened her eyes and gazed deeply into his. He thought her beautiful.  She had wanted this, to see his desire. She had waited patiently for him, knowing what would happen once he saw her.  She had scrubbed her skin until it tingled and then dried herself with fur. A mixture of pulverized columbine seeds, and water, perfumed her entire body. For what had seemed like an eternity she’d brushed her hair until it shone. For what seemed like an eternity she’d waited, letting the warmth of the sun shining from the opening above finger her naked body, preparing herself for his return.
“I burn hot for you,” he whispered against her ear.
His voice soft, deep and sensual, licked her skin like the heat of a flame. 
“And I for you.”
“Listen to the language of my heart.”  He placed her hand against his bare chest.  She could feel its rapid thumping.
“My heart too, speaks your language.” She brought his hand to her breast.
His dark velvet eyes beheld hers.  Slowly, seductively, his gaze slid downward over her body, a gaze as soft as a caress.
The air around them seemed electrified.  She drew in a shuddering breath.  The fresh scent of pine and mountain mahogany leaves, that lie scattered around them, filled her lungs.
He leaned closer, wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her near.  She wrapped her arms around his neck. His leather loin cloth pressed against her hips.  His chest crushed her breasts.
“Winyan. Tanyán yahí yélo.”
Their lips only inches apart, she could taste his hot, hypnotic whispers upon her mouth.  The need to touch him - to feel him touch her, was insatiable.
She stared deeply into his eyes.  Magnificent dark eyes, warm with desire.  “I do not understand your words–“
”Woman,” he repeated. “I am glad you came.”
His musky scent intoxicated her. “I love the way you speak.
Tell me more.”
“You wish to speak my tongue?” His brows rose and he smiled. “That is good. There are many words I’d like to say; much I’d like to teach you.”  He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.  His long black hair tickled her collar bone.
“This is ituhu and this...” His lips were warm upon her nose. “Poge.” 
He ran his finger lightly across her cheek, then down, trailing a blaze of heat to her mouth. “Wicai.” The word, a bare whisper, fanned her face.  “And one such as yours was made to be kissed.”
His moist, firm lips pressed against hers. His tongue gently coaxed her to let him in - and she did.  He tasted of tobacco and sweet grass.
His kiss grew hungry, urgent and she returned that kiss with the same wild intensity.  Breathless, they parted.
He kissed the pulsating hollow at the base of her throat. “Tahu,” she heard him say before he moved to her earlobe and sucked.
Between each whispered, erotic word describing her body, he planted kisses on her shoulders and neck, down her arm and kissed her knees. When he edged his way back up to claim her lips, his eyes burned with a savage inner desire that made her head spin.
His large hands explored her body. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth. She breathed quickly between parted lips.  He eased himself lower and playfully planted kisses around the outer part of her breast, then worked his way in a circular motion coming closer and closer to her nipple. She could feel her tips grow hard. “Azepinkpa...” He swallowed the word in his throat.
She watched him stretch out beside her and the jagged gash marring his shoulder caused her concern. “Your wound. We must–“
”It is nothing but a scratch I barely feel.”
She stroked his cut lightly. “I promised I’d clean this–“
“And the thought of your touch upon my skin sets my heart a flame, but it is not a bath I need right now.” Again, he kissed her. “The flame that burns...” He nibbled her neck.  His fingers played with her hair. “ not of my shoulder. The fire that burns is much, much lower.”



Marianne Petit is a past President of the Long Island Chapter of the Romance Writers of America. Her love of writing stems back to high school. She spent hours reading Nancy Drew, Alfred Hitchcock and historical romances. At the age of fifteen, she wrote a short story for children, as well as numerous works of poetry. Her love of history stems from her father, Roger, a Frenchman, whose love of American history greatly influenced her writing interests.

Newsday and several local newspapers have written articles on Ms. Petit and she was interviewed on TV for her first book, a time travel entitled: A Find Through Time.
She is a past President of the Melville Lions club, and currently 1st Vice District Governor for the Lions of Suffolk County, Long Island NY, a service organization that raises money for the less fortunate - especially the sight impaired.

She loves to ski, raft, horseback ride, and enjoys the theater.
Marianne lives on Long Island and is happily married for 40years. She has two sons, two wonderful daughters-in-laws and four adorable grandchildren.
You can visit her website at for extensive research links and excerpts of Ms. Petits books.

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Saturday, June 1, 2019

Little Falls, Bk 2: Love Lost & Found @Liza0Connor

Little Falls
Book 2
Love Lost & Found
By Liza O’Connor

Carrie Simmons had the perfect marriage until it fell apart in a single day. One day her husband adored her and their two children, and the next he wanted nothing more to do with her. If not for the people of Little Falls, she could not have survived the months of heartbreak that followed. During this time, her stern boss of four years comes to her rescue time and time again, showing her a kindness she had never imagined possible. Having no hope of reconciliation with her husband, she finally opens her heart to the possibility of new love. Will this time be forever, or will her heart always cling to her first love? The twists of love are unpredictable.

“Dan, it didn’t mean anything,” Carrie insisted, frightened by the hardness in her husband’s eyes. Normally, they sparkled with adoration and happiness when they looked upon her, but not today.

“It meant something.” His words were soft, but his lean, tall body remained rigid with unspoken anger.

“It was just sex. I didn’t want to do it, but I couldn’t stop it from happening.” Her voice died off at the end as she realized he wasn’t accepting excuses. “I’m sorry.” She ran her hands through her silky blonde hair. “I love you, Dan. That hasn’t changed. I love you with all my heart.”

He snorted softly and stared across the horse ranch at the Montana skyline. “All of it?”

“I do not love Alex Dumas. Right now, I truly hate him.” She attempted to approach her husband, but he moved away as if her touch were poison. He then nodded toward Alex’s ranch house.

“Then you wouldn’t object if I go inside and blow his brains out?”

Her heart panicked. Dear God, Dan must be near insane with rage to even suggest such a thing. He was the town’s sheriff, the best man she had ever known in her life. “I would, but not for him…for you. I don’t want the man I love to have murdered someone because of me.”

Dan sighed and opened the passenger door to his pickup truck. Instead of helping her in, as was his normal custom, he left her to get in on her own as he walked around and climbed into the driver’s side.

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Liza O’Connor Bio
Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. 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. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens in a myriad of genres.

There are over 50 books. (I’ve stopped counting.)
(Historical, Contemporary, Sci Fi, Paranormal,
Humor, Romance, and more)

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