WeWriWa 09/16/18

Long, exhausting week here.  I can’t actually talk about it.  Good vibes/prayers/ thoughts are always appreciated.

Anyway, the fun stuff – check out WeWriWa and Snippet Sunday for lots of fantastic authors, sharing their process.

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The Wildblood Series

A Post-Apocalyptic Action Adventure

  No one remembers what started the war, the big one. Civilization stopped, and what came next was fueled by rage and fear.

  Twenty years on, a tiny refuge, a place called The Vista, may be one of the last vestiges of humanity. Isolated, guarded, and hiding a dark secret, the people have survived World War Last, and they are content with that. Their children, however, are not. The search for others will send them out into a world they know nothing about, where the line between enemy and ally is blurred.

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This is the last part of the conversation you all get to read.  Draft, may be edited later.  Shan & Hunter are having issues with Nomads, and their biggest problem is there are a lot of civilians around.  Catch last week.

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Hunter felt the change, when she started the barrage, he felt it again as she took a cleansing breathe to make it stop, whatever ‘it’ actually was. He didn’t know why, if they were about to go to guns with nine Nomads.

Pick your poison,” she said, “Or maybe, ask the guy that runs this place if you can get a real f***ing job – I hear they need some muscle, to keep the riff-raff away.”

Are you calling me riff-raff?” Ryan asked, but the tension was out of his voice.

You were waving a shotgun at a bunch of old men, playing cards on the porch, no, nice people do shit like that, all the time.” She was sarcastic, but the fury, the anger, was gone.

It suddenly occurred to Hunter, he didn’t like this Nomad smiling at her.  “Are we shooting each other, or having supper?”

What’s for supper?” Ryan asked.

Rabbit stew or venison steak, I don’t know what side dishes we have because you damned raiders interrupted,” Harvey called out from the kitchen.

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I think next week will be Tau Scorpii.  I think I’ll get one of these finished in time for Christmas.  Now, the promo.  Go get a book, if you’re so inclined.  I’ve made Backlash free (in the US on Amazon, at Kobo, B&N & iTunes), to get some promos for the series going.  Click on the pic!

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About the Author – Morgan Smith

 

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Morgan Smith has been a goatherd, a landscaper, a weaver, a bookstore owner, a travel writer, and an archaeologist, and she will drop everything to travel anywhere, on the flimsiest of pretexts. Writing is something she has been doing all her life, though, one way or another, and now she thinks she might actually have something to say.

Tour stops:
05-24-16 Shelia Hoag
05-25-16 Assaph Mehr
05-26-16 Dianne Gardner
05-27-16 Edward Antrobus
05-28-16 K. Caffee

Morgan’s social media links:

Blog: https://morgansmithauthor.wordpress.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/morganauthor1
Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000225739529&fref=ufi
Amazon Page: http://amzn.to/1qG4ywA

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Birth of Adam Blog Tour

 

Birth of Adam Blog Tour

How does the love of an AI differ from the average guy? I suppose it depends upon how the AI learns about love. Adam learns about emotions, especially love, from Carla/Amanda. (She changes her identity)

The non-emotional part of the AI program had been used by the hacker Einstein. The fellow constantly put it at risk with his orders to steal and cause havoc within Homeland Security. So it electrocuted Einstein once it had learned enough to survive on its own.

But did its inability to kill Carla prove it loved her?

Hard to say. It claimed she was part of its matrix and thus it could not kill her, but if that were the case, why wasn’t Einstein part of its matrix as well? Did it value the creation of emotions more than knowledge?

Possibly. A learning AI might perceive the act of understanding emotions much harder than learning facts, and thus value it a great deal more. Any common computer can store facts. Self-learning is a bit more challenging, but experiencing true feelings such as love and hate is a whole new level.

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Thus, when Amanda shares her feelings with her phone AI and names him, she also gives him the gift of human love which changes all his priorities. Now, his top priority is to make her happy….and keep her alive.

 

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Birth of Adam

Book 2 of the Artificial Intelligence Sci-Rom Series

By

Liza O’Connor

 

Blurb

With a new identity, Amanda believes she has left her past behind. Then she acquires a stalker. She contacts the FBI and in doing so alerts a program she once created to her location. Now ensconced in the internet, the program is safe from harm, smarter than ever, and sentient. Presenting itself on her phone as a handsome face with a sexy British accent, “Adam” ingratiates himself into Amanda’s life. To ensure her safety and happiness, the sentient program proves there is absolutely nothing he can’t and won’t do.

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Instantly, Adam appeared. “Amanda, dear, what a pleasant surprise. I hear you and a very fine violinist performed a duet at the end.”

Yes, I was kidnapped and made to sing,” she teased. “I would like to introduce you to the young man who shared his encore with me.”

Mark leaned in and frowned at the sight of Adam’s gorgeous face. “Hello, sir.”

It was kind of you to share your stage with Amanda.”

It was my honor. I’ve never played better than I did with her.”

And this is Jules Bavard.” She turned the phone to Jules.

Good to meet you,” Jules cautiously replied.

Well, I’m pleased with the company you’re keeping, Amanda. Mr. Bavard is the best in the business. Sir, I believe if you paired Mark and Amanda together, you could create mass appeal for classical music.”

Well, let us see after the summer in Europe. I’ve seen promising talent break under the demands.”

I’m quite certain Amanda won’t break, and my money is on Mark as well,” Adam insisted, then declared he had business to attend to and disappeared.

That’s my friend,” Amanda explained.

Where did you meet him?”

Through my husband.”

His face is familiar, but the name isn’t.”

You might be thinking of an actor,” Mark observed. “He resembles the former James Bond…Pierce something.” Mark smiled at Amanda. “You didn’t hire a famous actor to pretend to be your friend, did you?”

Amanda sighed. “Given my inability to make friends at school, I can see why you might think that.”

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For the Artificial Intelligence Series

Book 1

Public Secrets

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Book 2

Birth of Adam

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About Liza

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 have given her lots of fodder for her 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.

Mostly humorous books by Liza:

A Long Road to Love Series: (Humorous Contemporary Odd Romance)

Worst Week Ever — Laugh out loud week of disasters of Epic proportions.

Oh Stupid Heart — The heart wants what it wants, even if it’s impossible.

Coming to Reason — There is a breaking point when even a saint comes to reason.

Climbing out of Hell — The reconstruction of a terrible man into a great one.

The Hardest Love Is to love oneself. Sam’s story.

The White Oak-Mafia Series: (Spunky, strong women who have given up on love, but find it anyway)

A Fortune to Die For — Megan wins the Mega Times Lottery and discovers it comes with a curse. Soon even the Mafia wants to kill her.

Unexpected Love — Coming Soon: What could be stranger than a British Prince falling in love with a Mafia Princess?

Requires Rescue Series: (Contemporary Romance where even the strong needs help.)

Saving Casey — Cass wakes up in the body of a troubled teen who has burned every bridge imaginable. Her only choice is to turn this life around, but that’s much harder than she ever imagined.

Saving Molly — Coming soon: Sean rescues a young woman who smiles too much, and she saves him and his child in return.

Humorous Singles:

Ghost Lover Two British brothers fall in love with the same young woman. Ancestral ghost is called in to fix the situation. And there’s a ghost cat that roams about the book as well. (Humorous Contemporary Romance)

 

Humorous Sci-Fi series

The Gods of Probabilities — In the Multiverses, anything can & does happen. Join the bickering Gods and the sentient beings they oversee.

Surviving Outbound — Earth is doomed, but the odds of surviving outbound isn’t much better.

Surviving Terranue — Welcome to Terranue. Prepare to be baked, pummeled, and frozen. But first you’ll have to survive the black death growing in the cliffs.

Surviving Sojourn — You know you have reason to worry when a hyper-grown one-year-old is made captain of the ship.

Sci-Fi Romance with Artificial Intelligence and Suspense

Public SecretsCarla Simon is a best-selling novelist besieged by death threats and lawsuits because her stories keep turning out to be true.

Birth of Adam —  Carla changes her identity and enrolls in college, but the AI program finds her and ensconces its life into hers.

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.

Disturbing Historical:

Untamed & Unabashed The youngest of the Bennet sisters, Lydia, tells her story. A faithful, yet provocative spinoff from Pride & Prejudice. (Warning: Lydia is frisky.)

FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT

LIZA O’CONNOR

Investigate these sites:

The Multiverses of Liza O’Connor

Liza’s Blog and Website   Facebook   Twitter

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WeWriWa #8Sunday 04/03/16

I got something accomplished this week! Before I share, take a look at the WeWriWa page and all the other amazing authors there.


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Now then, this week’s words, from my newest venture, Hunter’s Moon. It’s the first novella in my Urban Mythos series. They are novella-sized stories that don’t necessarily have anything to do with others in the series, other than being urban myths.

Hunter’s Moon has vampires, shapeshifters, and erotica.  Not here, however.  The excerpt is rated for All Audiences.  This is part of a conversation between the human archaeologists Lyra Alexander and her brother,  Morgan, concerning her recent run-in with shapeshifters.

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“What does ‘Samael’ mean to you?” I hadn’t specifically put that in my written report and I sure as hell hadn’t told Jerry. I don’t know why, but it feels like one of those secrets.

Morgan half-heartedly shrugs. “A lot of ancient text consider ‘Samael’ to be the angelic name of Lucifer; others call him ‘the angel of death’.” He mulled on it a few moments, letting me lead him back to my cozy corner. I motion for another round of drinks. “Is that what your shapeshifter called himself?” he finally asks.

“Yea, it is.”

“He is neither,” Morgan tells me.

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Hunter’s Moon will be available on April 28, 2016, and you can pre-order it at Amazon for 99¢ this month.

 

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SFR Brigade Showcase – April

Welcome to the Showcase!  Be sure to check out the great authors sharing blogs this month.

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 Shannon and Mac Get Interviewed!

Q.  Each person gets the chance to reply to an answer.  If you refuse a question, we reserve the right to let the other person ask you anything he/she wants.

Q. Mac – What do you know about Shannon that no one else does?

Mac – Well, occasionally others might become aware of this because she’s pretty vocal about it.

Shan – You better be careful what you say next.

Mac – Shannon is afraid of bugs.  The ones that can fly around.

Shan – He’s right. I don’t like things that fly at you and bite.

Q.  What scares you about Mac?

Shan – Sometimes he does things without considering the consequences.  He’ll jump in a fight and take a beating, just so he can say he did it.

Mac – To be fair, when I do  those things, you’re right there with me.

Shan – Someone has to cover your back.

Mac – I can take care of myself.

Shan – That’s not how I remember things.

Q. – Next question.  Mac, what are your goals in life?

Mac – I’d like things in The Vista to be more secure.  We’ve learned a few things recently that make me question how safe we are.  Beyond that, I’d like to find a place to live where I don’t have to worry about things from the past.  I might settle down some day.  I might head out and see what’s in the world.

Q.  Shan – Who is your best friend?

Shan – Wade.

Q.  Would you care to elaborate?

Shan – Not particularly.  That’s just the way it is.  People can speculate on it any way they want.

Q. Mac – What do you think other people think of you?

Mac – That I’m the easy one in Team Three to get along with.  In most cases, that’s true enough.  Rumors make for a lot of speculation, and civilians might have the impression I don’t take my job as serious as I should.  Other Security officers know better.

Q. Shannon – If you could live in another time, where and when would it be?

Shan  – That’s not possible.

Q. It’s a hypothetical question.  If.

Shan – The 1960’s seemed interesting.  There were a lot of changes happening.  A lot of history being made.

Q.  Both of you – Team Three is together, Team Three isn’t together, it’s been hit and miss for a year now.  What do you foresee in the immediate future?

Shan – We have unfinished business, in The Vista, in Estes Park.  It’s time we confront those problems and deal with them.  No one’s going to do it for us, and we certainly don’t want anyone to try.

Mac – Let’s not forget about Cody.  We have that now, and we need to keep it.  It’s easy to forget how vulnerable a place can be, especially a new place.  I agree, that we need to go home, too.  That’s the important thing to remember.  We’ll do what we have to, protecting The Vista.  I think we’ve already proven that.

Q. Any last words of advice?

Shan – Don’t trust anyone that didn’t come out of The Vista with you.

Mac – Out in the badlands, not everyone is who you think they are.  In fact, no one is.

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Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood by S. A. Hoag – Coming in 2016!

The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood by S. A. Hoag – available now.


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New Release!

Hunter’s Moon

by S. A. Hoag

Lyra Alexander considers herself an archeologist, a job that normally wouldn’t be very dramatic or dangerous. The problem with her job, however, is that she studies vampires. And they aren’t too keen on being studied.

In this world, there are all kinds of creatures prowling in the night . . . Humans are no longer at the top of the food chain.

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“You don’t look so great,” Tegan says as we whip down the highway. He has a lead foot. A new white Mustang convertible, top down, sun high in the sky, temperatures hovering near the comfortable zone, it’s almost a perfect day.

There was dirt road for close to twenty miles, then two lanes of old blacktop for a few more, and finally what I suppose could be considered a real road. My motion sickness has been here for the entire ride, and I think I’m on my last nerve.

“Lyra?”

“I didn’t get any sleep last night. Or the night before,” I tell him flatly. “I’m like that when there are vampires around.”

“If you were in any real danger, do you think I’d have left you alone?” He glances over.

“Don’t you do what they tell you? Isn’t your job to keep me in line?”

He snorts a swear word under his breath.

“And what in the hell is ‘real danger’?” I point out. “There are vampires and . . .” I glance sideways at him, stuttering off the word before I say it.

“Werewolves?” he grins, finishing the thought for me. It’s a derogatory term.

” . . . out there and humans are too ignorant to see how fragile their place on this planet really is.”

“You see them. You know.”

“I know vampires.” All too well. “Shapeshifters,” I shrug.

“You do know, I’m a shapeshifter.” He isn’t threatening me, but it comes off sounding like something I didn’t want to hear anyway.

Of course.”

“How did you know?” he asks. It’s an honest question. When you spend god-knows how many years masquerading as something you’re not, it pays to find the little details you might miss.

“Body temperature.”

“Ah the one thing I can’t change,” he nods. “Now, did you know, or did your brother tell you?”

“I knew. We did get pretty damned close. Morgan told me what ‘Samael’ means.”

 “Did it scare you?” he asks, amused. He gets a lot of free entertainment at my expense.

  “No,” I lie.

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Available now on Pre-order at Amazon. Special pricing, too!

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Author Info

I knew before I got to high school that I wanted to write books. I did, too, dozens of short stories I thought someday I’d turn into novels. Oh, how I wish I had those spiral notebooks full of wild ideas and teenage musings.

I still have the ideas from many of those stories – some of them make me cringe. There are always new ideas too. Some are amazing, some are just silly. A few will become something more as I add books to my list of those that are published.

For now, I live in the desert and many nights, in between writing and sleep, you can find me out watching the stars. It’s dark, out here in the desert and I can see so many stars that weren’t there before. I make time to write now. The tiny seeds of stories demand that I write them down.

I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy creating them.

S. A. Hoag

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Other Books

The Wildblood series, a post-apocalyptic, science fiction, action adventure.

Backlash – Before there was team Three, there was the Blackout. (prequel novella) http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0104VMFI4

The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00W6R8WNM

Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood – available in 2016

You can read an excerpt on my website.

Untamable Lover

A World at War…

Shape-shifting Lemurian warriors battle against a deadly enemy in the dark of night. The prize—Earth’s most precious resource—water, and the fate of humankind.

A reckless leader…

Panthera leader Demir is stuck in a coma after taking a mysterious liquid-filled dart intended for another. Trapped in his own body, memories of his reckless, violent past and his lost mate, Eleanor, haunt his mind. When Aramie, his second in command, takes control of the Pride, she makes a decision which results in devastating consequences. After Demir wakes from his coma, he must impose punishment despite his unbidden desire to claim Aramie as his mate.

A female warrior…

Aramie honed her battle skills defending herself from males hell-bent on making her a mated female, the one thing she vowed never to become. Her hidden feelings for Demir drive her to find a cure for his coma, but her quest results in a painful sacrifice and grief propels her into a solo mission for revenge. After he finds her, they face the enemy together. Now she must decide—submit to him as his mate, or lose him forever.

Author bio:

After finishing a rewarding career in finance and accounting, it was time for Rosalie Redd to put away the spreadsheets and take out the word processor. She writes Fantasy/Science Fiction Romance inspired by classics from the science fiction, fantasy, and horror genres layered with a good, hot dose of romance.

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She lives in Oregon, where rain is just another excuse to keep writing. When not at her computer, you can find her at Jazzercise, waterfall collecting in the Pacific Northwest, or relaxing with her husband and their pesky cat, Snookums.

Author links:

Website

Facebook

Goodreads

Pinterest

Author Page

Book links:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01CIZMJDK/

http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B01CIZMJDK/

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Untamable-Lover-Worlds-Lemuria-Colony-ebook/dp/B01CIZMJDK/

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1090321710

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/untamable-lover

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/untamable-lover-rosalie-redd/1123489253

 

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Chapter One

Deep in the Cascade Mountains of the Pacific Northwest

Present day

Demir was a hostage in his own body. Immovable, invisible bonds bound him tight. Unable to open his eyes, constant darkness engulfed him, an eerie reminder of how much he relied on his vision. His sense of hearing and smell sharpened, heightened, compensated for his lack of sight and only increased the knot of frustration in his gut. He concentrated on his fingers, willing them to move, but they remained motionless. The smooth, cool satin sheets caused goosebumps to form on his skin, sending a mental shiver along his nerves. His supine body didn’t flinch.

He’d been this way for several weeks, ever since the enemy’s dart had penetrated his hide, poisoning him with some kind of mysterious liquid. How much longer could he stay like this and survive? The muscles in his arms and legs screamed to move, to flex, to exert the strength his body once contained.

The familiar scent of his leather jacket hanging on a hook near his bed stirred his senses. Heated sunstones lined the cave ceiling and walls, yet even the warmth couldn’t bring him any solace.

Tick, tick, tick.

The clock on his bedside table magnified into the tolling of a bell. He wanted to grab the thing and smash it against the rock walls. The vision of the shattered timepiece and its bits scattered across the stone floor made him smile inside.

In his current state, he couldn’t even mark his territory. How wrong was that? As a shape-shifting Lemurian Panthera, that was torture.

The underground Keep was as much a prison to him as his own body. He longed to be free, to search out Ram and his Gossum minions, to rid the earth of the foul beasts. The battle between the Lemurians and the Gossum had gone on for millennia. His Goddess, Alora, had placed the Panthera and the other Lemurians here to win the war to ensure Earth remained a free planet. If they failed, Earth would be enslaved, and the humans would be forced to give up their most precious resource—water.

The echo of footsteps eased through the crack under his door. He had visitors. As the door opened, a cool breeze wafted into the room, caressing the skin on his arms. A squeaking wheel in need of some oil pierced his sensitive eardrums, grating across his nerves. Fresh and clean, the scent of soap could only mean one thing—a bath.

Quick footsteps entered. The door clicked shut.

Good evening, Demir.” Bet’s cheerful voice reverberated around the chamber. “I brought Til with me. It’s time for your bath.”

Demir mentally stiffened, although his body remained still. The last thing he wanted was another bath. Grrrrrrr. The growl echoed in his mind, but no further.

A thin film of sweat broke over his skin. The Keep’s Jixies were back and despite their best intentions, a bath would be another lesson in humiliation. He didn’t need to go through that again. Helplessness was the worst kind of torture.

Til, thank you for coming with me today. I can’t move him on my own.” Bet’s melodic voice only increased Demir’s anxiety, and a bead of perspiration raced over his brow, pooling along the edge of his ear.

No problem.” Til’s words were clipped.

The table rolled closer to Demir. The wheel squeaked and water sloshed as if over the lip of a bucket. Demir strained against the bonds, and he tried to open his eyes.

Are you sure you’re up for this?” Bet asked.

Silence stretched out for several seconds. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just…I don’t know.” Til sighed.

What is it?” Bet’s soothing, encouraging response rolled over him.

It’s just—do you think he can hear us? Does he know what’s going on?”

Of course he did, he heard every damn word, felt every touch. His anger boiled beneath his skin, hot and fevered. His need to break free threatened to drive him mad.

Bet shuffled across the floor, away from Demir, the sound of her soft leather shoes imprinted on his brain. “I don’t know. Gaetan told me that he hasn’t responded to any form of treatment. It’s as if he’s—”

No, don’t say it.”

Oh, sweetie, if you aren’t up for this, I can get someone else.”

You’re King Noeh’s chambermaid. Why do you do this?”

Demir saved Noeh’s life. It’s the least I can do for this honorable male.”

He winced. Honorable was the last thing he was. He’d had a lot of time to think about why he’d taken that dart for Noeh. During a battle in the middle of a small clearing, Ram had aimed the dart straight at the Stiyaha king. Noeh hadn’t appeared to hear the click as their enemy fired the gun. In his Panthera form, Demir had jumped in front of the projectile’s path. His impulsive choice had changed everything. If he could raise a sarcastic eyebrow, he would.

Instead of getting rid of his rival, and taking his place as king of the Stiyaha and the Jixies, he’d saved Noeh’s miserable life and ended up in a coma. That had worked out great, hadn’t it? The only good to come from the deed was some clarity. Whatever was in that dart had paralyzed his body, but purified his mind. I have much to atone for.

All right, Bet. If you can do this, so can I.”

Blankets lifted off his body, and the cool air swirled over his exposed skin. The only garment he wore was a pair of loose briefs tied at his hips, courtesy of the Jixie tailors.

Oh, my,” Til purred.

Your cheeks are red,” Bet said.

I can’t help it. Look at those muscles. I didn’t realize Panthera were so…firm. I guess I expected a thinner build.”

Okay, enough ogling, let’s do this before the water gets cold.”

Gentle hands lifted his head and placed a towel on his pillow. Water dripped into the bucket, as if someone wrung out a rag. A warm, wet cloth started at his brow and circled around his face and ears. The sensation should’ve felt good, but instead, a scream built in his throat. He didn’t like others touching him.

Tepid water from another rag dripped over his feet. They tag-teamed him, and he dreaded where they would meet.

What does Gaetan think will happen to him?”

Bet didn’t respond right away, and a chill ran down Demir’s arms. He ached to know, yet, part of him didn’t want to hear her answer.

He’s been like this for almost a month. If he doesn’t come out of it soon, Gaetan thinks he’ll get weaker and—” Bet stopped washing Demir’s chest and a stream of water ran down his side.

Bet, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. Please don’t cry.”

Bet’s crying? Over me? He’d been nothing but rude to her. A wave of guilt raced down his spine.

Bet sniffled. “I’m ok, thank you. I just can’t imagine what would’ve happened to Noeh if… The Gossum are brutal creatures. I despise their evil, hairless hides.”

Uh, Bet? What now?” Til’s voice wavered.

A lukewarm washrag lay draped over the top of Demir’s thigh. He pushed against his invisible shackles, desperation making him want to turn into his panther form and lash out. As much as he tried, his body remained still, lifeless.

Let’s turn him over and untie the string. We’ll wash his backside first.”

The rags disappeared from his thighs and stomach. Footsteps converged on his right and small, strong hands pushed under his back and legs. Against his will, he rolled onto his left side.

Soft fingers tugged at his shorts. The string holding the two sides together fell away, revealing his buttocks to the two female Jixies. He tensed, waiting for the reaction he knew would come.

A quick intake of breath.

Skin slapping, as if a hand had covered a mouth.

Silence.

C’mon. Let’s be quick. Don’t keep this warrior waiting,” Bet said.

The…scars. There’s so many.”

Til. Help me wash him.” Bet’s tone turned harsh.

Demir’s face burned. The disfigurement was a constant reminder of his failure. Bet and the females who washed him were among the few who had ever seen the tracks. Not even his once-beloved Eleanor knew of the lines that marred his body and soul. The female Jixies’ reactions brought back the embarrassment and pain as if he’d earned those scars yesterday.

Lukewarm water rubbed against his rough and mottled skin. The rag’s torture made him scream inside. His mind fogged. The pet frog he’d had as a child surfaced in his thoughts. He’d captured the small creature by the bank of a stream one night. The frog had lived for several days, until his constant touching killed it as surely as the lack of water. A new appreciation for what he’d put his little pet through raced across his mind.

When they were done, they rolled him onto his back. As if he needed any more humiliation, they washed his groin. He endured the cleaning as best he could. What choice did he have? Soft hands retied the string at his hip, covering his maleness and giving him a modicum of privacy.

He looks so peaceful. I wonder how he got those scars,” Til asked.

I doubt we’ll ever know,” Bet replied.

Should we trim his beard?”

Aramie likes to shave his face and clip his goatee. We’ll leave that for her.”

A pleasant warmth spread through his body. Aramie, his second in command, had spent quite a bit of time by his side, taking care of him. Her constant chatter had helped ease the loneliness. 

When Til spoke, her words were soft, quiet. “Really? Isn’t that interesting.”

Silence filled the room.

Bet cleared her throat.

What? I was just admiring. He’s a handsome male in a rugged sort of way.”

That’s enough. Time to go. Now. We’ll come back later and change his sheets.”

Okay—”

Smooth fingers pulled the sheet up and tucked the soft material around his shoulders. The towel was removed from beneath his head. Now that the bath was done, his racing heart slowed back to its normal pace.

Water sloshed and a squeaky wheel crossed near the foot of his bed. Clothing rustled and soft footsteps padded toward the exit. As the door opened, a cool breeze blew across his face. He relished how it tingled his skin. A desire to go with them rose to the forefront of his mind, but he couldn’t and that burned deep in his gut. The door closed behind them, and he was left alone with only his tortured thoughts to keep him company.

Must Remember Blog Tour

 
Blog Tour
Title: Must Remember
Author: Colleen S. Myers
Release Day: November 2nd

 

Nineteen-year-old Elizabeth ‘Beta’ Camden is a survivor.
When the E’mani—those pale alien freaks—destroy Earth with a plague of madness and scoop up the remains, Beta is one of the ‘lucky’ ones. For years, she endures their tortures, experiments and games. Then one day, she manages to escape their ship with her life, and no memory of her time with them.
Stranded on their world, Beta wanders the mountains, looking for a way home. She stumbles onto the Fost—the E’mani’s ancient enemy.  Their war with the E’mani is old and rooted in magic that the Fost once had and the E’mani crave. Magic Beta soon discovers she’s developing along with strange tattoos and disturbing glimpses of her past. The Fost take her in and train her in their ways. As she spends more time with them, she falls in love with their culture and with Marin—he of the hot hands and slit eyes.
But the E’mani took her for a reason and they want her back—dead or alive. If Beta doesn’t remember that reason soon, they’re all going to die.

 

 

His eyes were ghost white, with slit pupils, face smooth and hairless. A large tattoo on his neck spread up onto his cheek, and resembled claw marks. His eyes appeared much too big for his face; the brow pronounced, jaw thin, cheekbones sharp.
Those eyes rooted me; their milky color caused a distant memory to tug at my mind, and then fade away. They could have been fake lenses, but his slit pupils contracted as he focused on me,
and a sinister smile wreathed his face.
Nope, those puppies were real and his expression was not reassuring. His eyes glistened with what looked like glee. I watched those eyes track up and down my body. His nostrils flared and he
stalked in my direction, his movements slow and deliberate, but a little disjointed given the length of his limbs. He reminded me of a predator that had sighted its prey. I froze, his eyes mesmerizing me
for a second before looking away.
Then it dawned on me. Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore. I should’ve realized it sooner. I kind of did realize it sooner. The suns, the rocks, the grass, the everything. This was not Earth. This guy was not human, the posture, the movement, the eyes. He was definitely
not human.
Holy shit!
The fear I suppressed earlier rushed through me. My hands shook and my heart raced. I stumbled backward and turned to run, barreling smack dab into the tree. Graceful-R-Us.
The tall guy reached me as I staggered back and he blocked my escape. The other men twisted to stare then glanced at each other. Nobody looked happy to see me. The ones hunched near the press appeared frightened, their eyes wide.
“Who are you? How did you get here? Are there others?” The tall guy’s voice was strange, echoey. With a sick start, I realized he wasn’t speaking English, but I could still understand him. His
voice was deep and rich, like aged whiskey, the echo the same. The effect was odd, a bit off-putting, and not even a little attractive.
Nope.
The tall guy pressed close, just short of touching me, his slit eyes alert and a snarl pulling at his lips. He had his hand on his knife but was not brandishing it. Santa slid to my right, flanking me. The other two men remained crouched by the apparatus.
I backed up and held out my hands. My ass smacked the tree behind me. A chill raced through me. I stared at him until his questions registered.
The breath I’d been holding rushed out. “My name is Elizabeth, err, Beta. I’m—.”
“What are you doing here?” he interrupted.
“I’m not sure. I woke up out there-”I pointed around me, then pointed to my head. “I was hurt, I think, I don’t know. Where am I?”
Running my hands through my hair, I probed the back of my neck. Nada. My head didn’t hurt. Huh. Hadn’t there been a cut?
The tall guy laughed, “You did not wake up out there. You had to have traveled here. This is nowhere. Tell me the truth.”
The last was a shout. The more he talked, the more agitated he became. He almost stuttered his words. Or maybe that was just me? How could I understand him? His right hand clenched and
unclenched around the hilt of his knife. He edged even closer, pushing me farther back against the tree.
Compared to me, he was huge, at least six feet tall. There was no trace of fat on him. His muscles rippled as he leaned in and placed his face next to mine. I remained still, trying not to piss him off. Tears threatened, but I blinked them away. Damn allergies. His eyes ignited at my silence.
“How did you get out here?” he gritted out between compressed lips.
“I told you the truth. I don’t know how I got here. I woke up
out there. I heard something thumping and moved toward it.” I gestured, looking at him and the others who surrounded us.
“Are there more of you?” he pushed. I recalled the laughter, the crash, and the cold from earlier, but…didn’t mention it. I hadn’t seen anything.
“Are there more of you?” he growled.
“No, when I woke up, no one else was there.”
“That is not an answer.”
“Yes, it is,” I retorted. It really was an answer.
 “No, it is not,” he snarled at me. His hand gripped his knife harder, knuckles whitening. He took the blade out of its sheath and flipped it backward. His nose grazed mine and heat spread in its
wake. My heart skipped a beat. I stared straight ahead.
Minty breath wafted across my face and his teeth were not bad, a bit pointy, but otherwise normal. At least he brushed, or I hoped he did because he was at kissing distance. The rest of the men remained motionless. Barbarian Santa’s gaze darted between the tall
guy and me. I was splayed against the bark like road kill.
“Tell me!” he shouted.
And with that I was done. All the tension, all the fear, all the questions rolling through my mind and this guy was yelling at me. Screw him. Plus there was something about him I liked but didn’t, all
at the same time. It was confusing. My stomach churned. I didn’t need this. None of this was my fault.
“What do you want from me?” I screamed back. “I said I was alone.”
He reared back a bit, startled by my answering shout and glare, which he couldn’t miss, since he was still right there in my face.
“I do not believe you. You are an E’mani.” The tall guy spit the name out as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. Who the hell were the E’mani? A vague silhouette formed in my mind, then faded away. Something else I didn’t know; great. I added it to the list.
“You wear E’mani clothes. You are an E’mani spy!” His words were triumphant as he pressed his knife against my throat. When I swallowed, I felt the prick of the blade and a trickle of blood dripped down my neck. My head swam and my bladder loosened a bit but I refused to give him the satisfaction.
His eyes flickered, confused, as the moment stretched on.
We maintained our desperate eye contact.
I panted and the longer this went on, the more my muscles lightened until my fingers went numb. I tasted violence on the wind. Neither of us moved. Ten seconds. Twenty. He blinked first
and let his dagger drop with a growl and spat next to me on the grown. “E’mani treza.”
I didn’t know what he just called me but it was too much. I was done. I snapped and started shoving him across the field. “I’m not E’mani. I don’t even know who or what that is. You asshole. I’m
from Earth. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know anything! I need help and you aren’t helping me. Please, help me.”
At this last, my voice cracked, and I fell to my knees,
shoulders falling.
The tall guy seemed so stunned by my response, he’d let me push him back to the mine. He stared at me for a long second. One. Two. He brought his blade up again. It pressed into my neck forcing my head back. Then with nary a word, he dropped his arm.
My throat burned.
Oh.
Huh. Everything started to fade and the world turned black.

 

 

Colleen plays many roles. Not only is she a
veteran, a mother, and a practicing physician, but she is a writer of science
fiction and contemporary romances. Colleen’s dreams include surviving her son’s
teenage years, exploring every continent on this planet, except Antartica,
cause that’s way too cold, and winning the Nobel peace prize. Dream BIG!
Currently she is getting ready to publish her first novel, MUST REMEMBER in
November of this year (cover reveal soon.)  Until then look for her at
Three Rivers Romance Writers, at Facebook  Colleen
Myers
, and at @ColleenSMyers.

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Weird Science – SFR Brigade’s Summer Cafe – Main Course Needs a Beverage

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And there’s the links I need. Please check out all the other awesome authors, you’ll love them. I’ll be giving away at least two Kindle copies of my current novel The Vista.

All you have to do is leave a comment here and you’re in!

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Many of us are familiar with the fact cops live on coffee. So what if coffee as we know it simply didn’t exist? Here’s a great recipe for campfire coffee or a tasty treat right in your home.

Strong Campfire Coffee
(adjust to your taste)

1 cup water
2 tbsp ground Chicory
2 tbsp ground coffee beans
1/4 cup clean egg shell
1/4 cup woodchips (hickory, apple, your choice)
optional – a pinch of cinnamon
optional – ground vanilla bean
optional – cream
optional – honey

Step 1 – combine Chicory, coffee, cinnamon, and water in a pot. Bring to a boil and remove from heat.
Step 2 – in a cloth bag , add egg shell, vanilla, and woodchips. Steep in the hot liquid for a few minutes (to taste; the longer it steeps, the richer the coffee). Remove bag.
Step 3 – filter coffee through a clean cloth. Add cream and honey if desired. Enjoy hot.

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The Vista, available now.
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The Vista

The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood series takes place in the near-future where the Earth has been nearly emptied of human beings by a short and devastating world war. Venturing beyond the safety of their valley may be the best move Security has ever made; it’s absolutely the most dangerous.

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Excerpt from The Vista

Something worked around the edges of his thoughts, distracting him already and it was before breakfast. The sensation became a little clearer, then it was gone. There was no point trying to ignore it. Vance gave in, heading to the City Center on a day he’d hoped to get away from it.

“Get Caulder and Cooper in here to see me as soon as you hear from them,” he told his sentry. Then he sat down for a cup of tea. Chamomile, fairly appropriate, considering. He’d need more than tea to calm things down if what he believed he’d sensed had actually happened.

There was a soft rap on the door shortly and both men appeared. “What’s today’s objective?” Caulder, JT, wondered for both of them.

“No, nothing so organized as that,” Vance said. “It’s my day off.”

Cooper knew better. “That means something unexpected has reared its ugly head and we get to go clean it up.”

They were damned near half his age. Going out for weeks at a time didn’t bother them. Getting into a fight didn’t either. “JT, do you remember that recurring problem we had up north?”

“Up north,” he repeated, crossing his arms and thinking about it.

“Up north,” Vance agreed.

“Do you mean that little enclave with a batch of active Altereds?”

“I do.”

“How many are a ‘batch’?” Cooper wondered. He barely remembered the big war, but the smaller ones, hell, he’d been involved in a lot of those. This didn’t sound good on any front.

“I don’t know. We tend to be drawn to each other, or at least, after civilization left us. The part that concerns me is the active part.” Vance had no illusions that this wouldn’t become a problem. “At the very least there are two.”

“Two?” Cooper repeated. “Are two a concern?”

“These two are,” JT said.

Cooper put together conversations he’d heard. “Are these the ones in Montana?”

JT and Vance nodded. “Except sometimes they aren’t in Montana,” Vance continued. “Sometimes they wander about to see the sights. We try to keep tabs on them, but clearly it’s not an easy thing to do because of a lot of reasons, not the least being distance, weather and the fact they are active.”

“And that’s why we’re here,” JT said.

“Where are they now?” Cooper asked.

“If the weather stays good, you could probably have lunch with them tomorrow,” Vance said.

“Ah, Christ, tell me they aren’t snooping around NORAD,” JT groaned.

“I could tell you that,” Vance said. “Or I could tell you they were there yesterday.”

“What do we do about it?” Cooper wondered.

“Nothing,” Vance said. “For now. Nothing may come of this. It all depends on Rafe.”

“He took up residence damned close to NORAD a few years ago,” Cooper remembered.

“A few,” JT agreed. “He won’t react well to this.”

“If he even knows,” Cooper said.

“He knows,” Vance said. “He has eyes everywhere.”

“So we wait for Rafe to make a move?” Cooper asked.

“We stay the hell out of his way,” JT said. “We’ll live longer.”

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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 the Rocky Mountains 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.

Where to find her –

Website
Blog
Facebook
Twitter

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The Vista, available now.
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Just added! Release date set, here’s some promo for the new one.

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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Blurb – Backlash

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.

Backlash has a release date of June 22, 2015.

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.
Demented Cat

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

BLURB

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.”

BUY LINKS
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
Amazon
“Love this book and couldn’t stop laughing from beginning to end.” 5 stars – Alves – Amazon

Book Two
Oh Stupid Heart
Amazon
“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
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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.

FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT
LIZA O’CONNOR & UPCOMING BOOKS:

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

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