Sunday, November 24, 2019

Lady Anne Bk 1 Ruined @Liza0Connor





Lady Anne
Book One
-Ruined-




Blurb
Upon the death of her father, her Guardian, “The Honorable Robert Conrad” married her at sixteen to a vicious beast named Gerard Candor, the Marquis de Coeur. Her ‘husband’ would bring friends with him when he would arrive to provide her the small pittance she was expected to live on.
If she allowed them to use her body, then she would receive her money. If she fought them, she would be brutally beaten and receive no money.
Recognizing her need for help, her friend, Tom, helped her establish a very fine private club at her estate. With the money she received from the club games, she begins to build a fine stable of horses for the gentlemen to ride.
When the Marquis de Coeur dies, Anne celebrates with her gentleman. While she will have less money, she is certain her life will be better now.
She couldn’t be more wrong...

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EXCERPT

Lady Anne smiled at the four gentlemen seated on their horses, all poised for her to start the chase. Her brother’s face betrayed a fierce determination to help her win. He gripped his reins so tight, his knuckles had turned white. She wished David could relax and enjoy life on these pleasant occasions. At seventeen, he was too young to be such an old man.
She did not worry about the Earl of Carlington. Serge was blessed with looks, charms, and money. He had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. When her friend, Tom, first brought him into their club, she thought the Earl impossibly arrogant. However, over time she humbled the grand lord and to her surprise, she’d lost her heart to him.
“Don’t look so confident, Serge. Your new horse still isn’t a match for mine,” she chided.
Serge smiled. “He may prove to have more determination than you imagine.”
Recalling their conversation after making love the prior night, Anne suspected Serge wasn’t talking about horses anymore. Last night he had shocked her with a marriage proposal. She had tried to hide the pain his request caused her as she forced a smile to her face. “The law frowns on bigamy.”
He shook his head and his eyes grew more intense. “But if you were a widow?”
If she were a widow…nothing would change. She would still be a fallen woman. She stroked his face. “Because I care greatly for you, I would graciously have to decline, even if I were a widow.”
“But why? You must know I would treat you like a queen.”
His words hurt more than he could imagine, but she refused to succumb to her heartbreak. Instead, she strengthened her smile and stiffened her spine. “I cannot be a queen. I no longer qualify for even being a lady. You are the Earl of Carlington, and you deserve better than a disgraced widow of shameful repute.”
He had persisted in his argument, but she staunchly refused to give in to his demand for a promise. She loved him too much to destroy his life.





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Liza O’Connor
Liza loves to write books. In fact, she has over sixty novels now and she still continues to publish a book a month.
She writes in a multitude of genres.
Romance, Comedy, Historical, Paranormal, Sci-Fi, & Western.
She even has one Young Adult novel.
Thus, her books have a wide range of heat from mild to adult language and situations, that are determined by what seems realistic for each of her many stories. 

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Monday, November 18, 2019

Six Sisters of Shame @Liza0Connor


Six Sisters of Shame
By
Liza O’Connor




Meet the Six Sisters of Shame



The Six Sisters of Shame are all very different from the average Late Victorian young woman of 21. First, of all, most young women are married by then. In contrast, none of the six Marsh daughters are married, nor do they ever plan to be.

Secondly, Douglas Marsh cannot afford to buy all his daughters' dresses for the constant balls where young ladies are courted.

Instead, each girl gets to choose two dresses and they may either wear one while the other is being washed or barter with their sisters.

Since six identical young ladies will frighten and upset everyone, only one daughter is allowed to be out in public at a time. They have created a schedule and all the men will align with it. No exceptions will be made.

Douglas offered three of his daughters, Arial, Rose, and Alice to unhappily married men who are unloved and unappreciated in their social marriages. A young doctor, Francis, whom Douglas loves like a son, was matched with Charity. And the final fellow is not actually a gentleman. He is the bastard child of one of Queen Victoria’s sons. He and his mother were tossed into Bedlam and his ‘father’ made no effort to rescue them. Once his mother died, Sinjin was tossed from Bedlam and went into the Navy. He rose in the ranks and became a very fine Captain, only the papers reported on his grand deeds, and shortly after, he was decommissioned.  He returned to the docks, where he now runs the only honest gambling hell.



Douglas thinks very well of the fellow and matches him with Salise, his most challenging daughter.

Only one daughter has requested to choose her own special friend, once her sisters are settled.

All the dresses are 1892 styles. As you can see, the styles are in a flux which allows each of the daughters to pick what suits her.





Excerpt
Arial’s body seemed to illuminate with a sense of power. When she struck the first chord, John was captivated. As she played, all her chatter about trying to reach perfection made sense, except to his ear, she’d found it. She played each piece far better than he had ever heard before. However, when it came to the last piece, her own composition, he sensed the difference. She truly had moved closer to the ultimate perfection.
By the time she struck the last chord, he was completely in love with her. Oblivious of Douglas and his wife, he walked to the piano and knelt before her. “That was the finest music I have ever heard.”
“Even finer than Jora played today?”
“Yes.”
Arial smiled happily and rewarded him with a kiss. It began soft and chaste but then her lips parted and her tongue teased at his lips. He found it impossible not to respond. Thus, he had kissed her thoroughly before he acquired the willpower to break it off and step back. He looked around, uncertain what he would say to Douglas and Angelica.  To his relief, they were gone. He and Arial were alone in the music room.
“I apologize for taking advantage of you like that,” he said.
Her lovely face etched in pain. “Did you not enjoy my kiss?”
“I enjoyed it very much. It’s only, I should not have done so?”
Her eyes turned glassy. “Do you not like me then?”
He returned to her. “Arial, nothing could be further from the truth. But you deserve better than me. I am a married man. I can offer you nothing in return for your love.”
Her eyes remained wounded. “You would not offer me love in return for mine?”
“I would, but—”
Joy transformed her face. “That is all I want. Love for love. A love of music to share equally. Nothing else matters.” She stroked his face and sighed. “It is that rigid puritanical backbone that makes you pause.”
“Yes.”
She studied his face and closed her eyes as her arms encircled him and held him tight. “Well, perhaps in time, I can convince the outer layer of romance to ignore that backbone.”

***
An hour later, John entered Douglas’ library where his friend poured him a drink.
John grabbed the drink and threw himself in a leather chair by the fire. “I am in both hell and heaven.”
Douglas joined him in the second chair. “I am sorry you find yourself still in hell. I only meant to give you a taste of heaven.”
John glared at him. “Who else do you plan to offer her to?”
“No one, if you are willing to nurture her. Otherwise, I will try Sanders, I suppose.”
“No!”
“I don’t want to—”
“Then don’t!”
Douglas sighed. “She has to have someone, John. She is very fragile. If her sisters have special friends and she does not, she may crumble. I cannot allow something so fine and beautiful to be destroyed.”
John sighed with great misery. “I agree.”
“Then you will do it?”
“Yes, damn you, I’ll do it,” John snarled.


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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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Monday, November 11, 2019

A GhostWalker's Love Story by Liza O'Connor



A Ghost Walker’s
Love Story

Why was Alice so hated by the other ghost walkers?
Most of the other ghost walkers were highly controlled by Tobias with a long list of things they cannot do. In fact, all they can do is makes themselves beautiful and go out for a quickie with humans or other ghost walkers.

Alice, on the other hand, believes her gift requires her to help save people. So, she tries to keep the East Coast safe from terrorists. This is totally against Tobias’ rules, but he is in love with Alice, so he won’t stop her good deeds. However, he is very worried that her good deeds will get them all killed.


BLURB

Alice is a ghost walker: an ordinary person capable of separating her soul from her body. Unlike her fellow ghost walkers, she uses her ability trying to help protect the world from terrorists and madmen. Finding an FBI agent that she trusts, she supplies the information needed to stop several atrocities from occurring.

She believes she is safe from discovery. However, agent Jack Callaghan finds her with clever sleuthing and romances her with pure intent. Unfortunately, their unexpected union brings wrath down upon them from all sides. Her fellow ghost walkers believe she has betrayed their code of secrecy; the director and fellow agents question Jack’s commitment to the agency, and want Alice brought in so they can discover how she disappears at will. In this maelstrom of betrayals, Alice uncovers the truth about the three men who claim to love her and discovers which one holds true.

Warning: Alice is so dedicated to stopping terrorists that she will let nothing get in her way, not even when she discovers her body is being used against her will. Since she's not in her body when this happens, saving lives remains far more important!https://ssl.gstatic.com/ui/v1/icons/mail/images/cleardot.gif


EXCERPT

Are you a Spook?
“There is going to be a car bombing in the Lincoln tunnel tomorrow morning. It will probably be a white van, no windows with the license plate AGI 453. However, don’t go and arrest the owner. He’s not involved. A man will steal his van tonight and drive it to a warehouse in Hoboken. A group of men waiting there will load it with explosives. In the morning, they’ll drive into the Lincoln tunnel during rush-hour and detonate it. They believe they have sufficient explosives to rupture the tunnel completely.”

“Where is the warehouse?”

“I don’t know. They called it the Hoboken warehouse, but they never provided an address and I could not find any paperwork with an address.”

“Who made references to the warehouse?”

“His name is Sihad Kasmir, but I don’t believe the warehouse is his. You must not contact Sihad or he will know someone has betrayed him.”

“Then how do you expect me to stop this?” Jack asked as his pencil drummed on his desk in frustration.

“The van—if you get to it this afternoon and place a tracer on it, then you’ll be able to track it to the warehouse and arrest the men and get their explosives.”

“That’s a reasonable plan,” he admitted. “Are you a spook?”

She laughed. “No, I’m not a ghost.”

He hadn’t meant a ghost, he had meant CIA, but he let it slide. “You know if you didn’t have such a good track record I’d never follow up on such a weak tip.”

“I don’t think it’s weak. I told you the probable vehicle, the plan and the date and time of the attack. I’d say that was quite a lot.”

 “But what have we got if they don’t choose that white van? What if they are forced to steal someone else’s van?”

“Then I will follow them and call you with the location of the warehouse.”



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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, skydive 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 throughout her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.


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