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WeWriWa! #8Sunday! I love sharing snippets. Here’s some other great artists at WeWriWa that do too!

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This snippet is from my WIP Backlash, release date June 22, 2015. It’s in the middle of a car vs. helicopter chase.

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“Imminent Code Seven,” Shannon announced on the air. Anyone that could hear her would understand. “Three miles south of Robber’s Roost. It’s the Black Hawk; I can feel it coming up from the lake, I think. It’s going to intercept me before I get to the overlook.”

“You’ve got a V8 in that car and you’re a Scout,” Mac came back immediately. “You floor it and find a place to fucking hide . . .”

“Officer Allen, we’re five minutes away,” Wade cut in.

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The Vista is available now at Amazon and Kobo.

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SFFSat! and a Release Date

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My snippet – this is a draft and is subject to revisions, of course. Team Three is neck-deep in hostile raiders and the concern is about how a rookie might react to the events transpiring. Backlash is the prequel to The Vista and tentative release date is June 22, 2015.

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“Officer Allen, I’d prefer if you take my car and go watch the access road for our reinforcements,” Wade told her.

She squinted at the fading fire beyond the trees. “No, Wade, I can’t,” Shan told him, quietly enough Green barely heard it.

“Are you sure? One of them will talk. It could get bloody here and I don’t want that blood on your hands.”

“It’s your call,” she told him. “If I left and more of them showed, that would be my responsibility; leaving you without backup.”

“Never a word, not even to Mac.”

She tilted her head, signaling she understood.

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The Vista is available now at
Amazon and Kobo

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Cover Reveal!! Introducing Backlash

Cover Reveal! Here it is!

Backlash is the prequel novella to The Wildblood series by S. A. Hoag. Set on a near-future Earth mostly devoid of humans, this reveals some of the harsh realities facing people of The Vista, and how Team Three began.

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Before Team Three became Team Three, there was The Blackout.

Vista Security is used to the feral bands of human wandering the landscape since a brief and devastating war wiped away civilization. Sixteen years later, they’ve adapted to dealing with the challenges facing their safe haven.

That is, until a new threat appears, one they never expected and one they have little defense against. Security throws in everything they can muster; it quickly takes a toll. Their advantage – an untested team of officers barely more than children themselves; officers with dark secrets and a hidden agenda.

In a free-for-all battle to preserve one of the last sanctuaries of man, Team Three discovers their secrets are their strength and that their future will take them far beyond what they’ve ever known.

Action, a bit of romance and a good splash of sci-fi set the scene for Backlash, the prequel novella of The Wildblood series.

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“Code 15, six miles north,” Mac answered.

“Negative on the Code 15,” Dispatch came back. “No tow available.”

“It’s going to be damn dark by the time we walk in,” Shan pointed out.

“There are some new houses about a mile over there,” Mac told her. “We push this dead beast off the road in to cover, get our gear and camp there until they can send someone around in the morning.”

“Good enough,” she said, gathering her belongings.

“Central Dispatch, we’re going to get in cover on Aspen Park Drive until daybreak. Put us in for a Code 15 then, if you would.”

“First thing after curfew,” Dispatch said.

“Let our families know we’re just stranded.”

“Will do.”

It took them half an hour to get the car into the trees and hike over the hill to the line of houses being
built. A few were nearly finished and they picked one in the middle of the block. After a quick perimeter check, they hauled their gear inside and began setting up for the night.

“Pick a room and get the windows covered,” Mac directed, finding a corner to prop an AK in. He locked the door and started arranging their gear. It would get cold overnight, but not dangerously so. The solar disc heater would stave off the chill.

“This one is as good as any,” she said, dropping her pack and setting her AK down while she tacked up the heavy curtains folded neatly beneath the window. He came in behind her and closed the door. “Did you bring anything to read?”

“Always,” he said. They never knew when they’d need temporary entertainment. Books were the preferred choice. The heater would give off enough light. The radio, considering a blackout, was likely pointless but if anything happened, they needed to know. “Hungry?” he wondered, unrolling his sleeping bag.

“I’m not.” She wasn’t and wouldn’t get that way until they were back in The Vista. Wound up and ready, with no place to go.

“Don’t pace, Shan. Sit down, relax, use the few hours you get of free time.”

“Okay, Mom. I don’t like being stuck out here.”

“No shit. I might never have known that if you didn’t say so.”

“Smart ass.” She arranged her bedroll next to his, tucking a blanket in the bottom and fluffing the small, flat pillow by beating on it. Then she settled in, digging a book out of her pack.

“Herbert,” Mac said, revealing the author without telling her which book.

“Asimov,” she countered.

“I’ll raise you a Bradbury.”

“I’ve got . . .” she went through the various items carefully packed away for such an emergency. “A pack of dice, some sugar cubes.” Shan pulled a stray book out. “Ah-ha! Zane Gray.”

“Really?” Mac asked. “Trade me.”

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S. A. Hoag is an author, lapidary artist, very amateur astronomer (“I just look at the stars, I can’t name ’em.”), and accidental desert-dweller. Born in the middle of Colorado, more specifically Salida, she has lived in a number of cities in a number of states before crash-landing in the New Mexico desert. Not Roswell, however. Science Fiction has always been her first interest in reading and writing; many other genres sneak into the novels and that’s alright with her.

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WeWriWa #8Sunday

And here’s my #8Sunday snippet! Check out WeWriWa for more fun & teasers from great authors.

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This is 8 sentences from my WIP Backlash; a prequel novella to The Vista, it’s a standalone as well. This is a bit of cat-and-mouse in the dark.

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“Shit,” Green spat. “We’re going to lose the depot and there’s not a damned thing we can do.”

“What do we do, then?” Shan asked, following his lead.

“We wait for the teams to get here,” he said, not about to go against Wade’s orders and knowing the odds were too steep.

“Here,” a rider approaching from the opposite side of the depot shouted, spotting them.

Both had weapons drawn and Green directed, “Hold your fire,” as he double-tapped the rider. “Go,” he told her, heading farther back into the pines. “If we get separated, keep moving. Head north and find the teams on the interstate.”

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You can purchase The Vista now at Amazon. Backlash will be available in June!

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Science Fiction & Fantasy Saturday – A Snippet

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Check out other amazing SF & F authors here. They’re a talented bunch! Oh, and Happy Birthday SFFS! 4 years old.

Now a snippet from my WIP, Backlash. This is a prequel novella to The Vista, but it’s a standalone as well. This bit is a fight-or-flight scene, when it turns out there isn’t really a choice.

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Nomads came out of the shadows. The one closest to Shan swung at her head with a length of PVC pipe and she had enough time to throw her hands up in defense. The brunt of the blow hit her left arm and she went down, trying to roll away from her attacker. She caught a glimpse of Green, disarmed and putting up a fight against two of them. The good news was that he was a hand-to-hand combat trainer; the bad news was that he was already injured.

“This one’s a girl,” the Nomad brandishing a pipe at her announced.

“Then don’t damage her, you idiot,” one of the pair attempting to take down Green yelled back.

Shan took the opportunity to draw her sidearm.

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You can purchase The Vista now through Amazon. Backlash will be available next month!

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The Hardest Love Blog Tour

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Having discovered how unreliable everyone’s memories are, I no longer trust anything I remember.

When I was a kid, I had a photographic memory and could also recall any conversation I’d had, even months after the event.

Now, I can barely remember the names of my characters in one of my books and characters from other books keep trying to creep in the new book.

So now I have to question if I really did have such a great memory when I was a kid, or did I just make that up to feel better about myself. If it was the later, it didn’t work, for I recall my brother pummeling me to the ground several time as I recited conversations we had in the past to prove him wrong on whatever we were fighting about. (We were constantly fighting—or so I recall.)

You see my problem, right? Once we start questioning the foundational memories of our lives, where does it stop?

Memories such as:
I was raised by feral cats.
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Okay, not REAL feral cats, just parents who were terrible at parenting. My mother was a bloody nightmare. Alcoholic, mistrusting, vitriolic, destructive…etc etc etc. Given my siblings agreed on these points, I’m thinking I remember that right.

But surely she was nice at times? Yet, I don’t have a single memory of her being so. However, one of my childhood diaries makes mention of a moment of loving her, so she must have had her nice moments, only I don’t remember any. I may have refused to remember the nice moments to protect my heart from her, for I barely survived with a solid barrier of mistrust and anger between us.

However, I remember a lot of great times with my dad. Yes, he did have the most frightening temper of anyone I knew, save my brother, who inherited his temper, poor fellow. When my dad wasn’t smashing some uncooperative device into smithereens, hitting some poor old man for driving too slow, or going off from one of the other thousands of triggers that could set him into a freaking madman, he was really funny, loving and playful. He would create really weird bed time stories that always had Uncle Sam as the villain robbing the hero blind. (If Dad were alive, he’d be a Tea Partier). The reason I call him a feral cat is because he had no sense of child safety and it is a wonder any of us survived. In total, he helped raise 5 kids and somehow managed not to lose any of us due to his poor childcare, so maybe he wasn’t as bad as I remember. I did learn to be fearless from growing up under his dubious care, because in my memory he seriously lacked safety sense.

Once, when I was about six, a doctor declared I had no chance of making it to adulthood. By that point I’d already required stitches under my chin when Dad let me ride in the tractor bucket, had my nose broken with a sickle, the muscles and tendons in my left ankle sliced by gardening shears, and gotten countless long rusty nails in my legs. Once he let us swing by a rope into the river, only there were big rocks to kill us if didn’t release and fall at the right time. Almost lost my little sister on that one. And these are only the incidents I remember. I’m pretty sure there were plenty more bleeding moments. My older sister has her own list which includes a lot of scary events before I born.

(Now, child welfare would have gotten involved. Back then, the doctor just made a joke about it.)

In The Hardest Love, Sam starts out hating his mother and dad. However, upon talking to others about their parents, or lack thereof, he discovers that he’d had the best childhood of anyone he knew. Why was he so angry at his parents? He’d been loved and cared for as a child. He still had those memories.


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The Hardest Love
A Long Road to Love Series
By Liza O’Connor

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THE HARDEST LOVE IS TO LOVE YOURSELF.

Sam has a new theory as to why his relationships with women never work. The problem is he’s constantly falling in love with women that he rescues from serious situations. He reasonably believes saving one from great harm should result not only in good sex afterwards, but never ending gratitude.

But it hasn’t been working out that way.

Sam’s conclusion: damsels in distress are incredibly ungrateful. So he decides the next woman he gets involved with will not require rescue. She will be strong and self-reliant.

Only problem: he’s never met a woman like that.

They do exist Sam. They really do. And just maybe, she’ll just rescue you instead.

EXCERPT

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“We will deal with this matter later. Sam, you are wanted elsewhere, and since you are off duty today, Miss Agnes, may I suggest you leave the campus and sharpen up your martial art skills so this incident never needs to repeat itself?”

Mars managed to remove her beautiful smile with his reprimand, which pissed Sam off. Before he could comment, his former boss gripped his arm and marched him down the hall.

“You didn’t have to be such a jerk,” he muttered.

“I let her off easy.”

“How’s that? She’s off duty and I’m neither a staff member nor a patient. I’ll admit I may have chosen a less than appropriate place to make my move, but damn it Mars. I really like her.”

Mr. Stick in the Mud stopped in a hall painted in bright yellow and challenged his declaration. “She’s not anywhere close to your type.”

“I agree. There’s no physical reason why I should be interested in her, but I am.” He ran his hand through his hair. “She makes me want to smile. Kind of like this hallway, and the kittens and puppies on the cafeteria wall.”

His captain’s eyes softened as he let out a long sigh. “If that is the case, you may see her on her days off. But on her working days, you will not see her until she is off the clock and you will leave her room by 9 p.m. so she will be amply rested before her shift begins at 6 a.m.”

“Deal.”

“I’m serious about the time constraints,” he warned.

“I’ll abide by them.”

They continued down the cheery hall. “If it’s of any value, I think you two are well matched. However, if you dare look at any other woman in my employ, I will send you from the house. I have this place running much too well to allow you to run havoc among my female employees.”

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Released May 5, 2015
A Long Road to Love
The Hardest Love
Amazon
Book Five

Other books in the A Long Road to Love series
Book One
Worst Week Ever
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“Love this book and couldn’t stop laughing from beginning to end.” 5 stars – Alves – Amazon

Book Two
Oh Stupid Heart
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“Be warned though, this book is completely different from The Worst Week Ever. Yes, there is still humor, dry wit, situations that you would think…NOT AGAIN but this one humanizes Trent more.” 5 stars – Brian’s Mom – Amazon

Book Three
Coming to Reason
Amazon
Once again, Ms. O’Connor has written a brilliant book about the complexities of relationships, good and bad. Again, to me, the book is the best break up book EVER and it left my heart singing in the end. Best.Book.Ever…

Book Four
Climbing out of Hell
Amazon
“In typical @Liza0Connor fashion, crazy things happen which make you laugh outloud.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Liza O’Connor

Liza 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. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

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LIZA O’CONNOR & UPCOMING BOOKS:

http://www.amazon.com/Hardest-Love-Long-Road-Book-ebook/dp/B00X3V45MW/

Blog and Website: http://www.LizaOConnor.com

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Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesday!

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Here’s some words from my WIP, Backlash. It’s the novella prequel to The Vista and you can find the Amazon link at the bottom of this post.

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“They’re going to open fire to flush us out,” Shan warned, looking for an escape route.

“Up,” Green said. “Get up a sturdy tree, now. Quiet, quick, try not to break any branches.”

Holstering her handgun, she looked around and grabbed a low branch, pulling herself up. Green followed her. Ten feet off the ground, he got a hand on her butt and shoved, urging her higher. “Watch it,” she whispered.

“Unless you want to get shot tonight, stop worrying about me grabbing your ass and climb,” he told her. “At least twenty feet, thirty would be better.”

She stopped when she had to, when the branches started being to thin to hold them both. They were well over twenty feet up. Green motioned for her to move down to a sturdier limb, putting himself right next to her and extremely close. He was both shielding her and hanging on to the trunk, knowing he might catch hell later for it. She was convinced she could take care of herself.

A Nomad wandered directly under the same tree, oblivious. Neither of them dared to move. A falling pine cone could end it all.

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And that’s all for today!

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