Sunday, April 1, 2018

Discover the Extraordinary Life of Amy Winston, by Liza O'Connor.



Amy fell in love with Nicolas the first time she saw him. She was only 14 at the time. Yet over the years, he visited John Winston, her love only strengthened. 

Sadly, Amy had no clue about the young man, other than his good looks, and he was always respectful to John Winston.  But did his affection come from a true love for his uncle, or from greed?

John Winston has no sons, nor a wife so has always planned to bequeath to Nicolas all his many properties and Title of Earl. However, when a five-day old baby was discovered to be his brother's, who had died eight months before, he took the child in and loved her as his own.

Now Nicolas will have to share his fortune. He assures Uncle John he understands this need to secure Amy's future. He seems most sincere. But is he?

Despite that the housekeeper hated her, as well as the townspeople closest to their estate, Amy works very hard at forgiving their cruel words and worse. 

Father Duncan says she has the purest spirit that he's ever known.

The Extraordinary Life of Amy Winston begins with the most wonderful child you'll ever meet, then continues as Amy constantly forgives people even when they cheat and rob her, and finally, she hones her skills further and becomes a great spy for England in book three.

This is one of my favorite series, so I hope you'll buy book one while it's on sale for 99 cents for 5 days, and then buy book two: Love's Betrayals, available for Pre-order now, and will come out on April 8th.


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Pure Innocence
by Liza O'Connor


BLURB
For some, Amy is an angel incarnate; for others, she is the child of Satan. In her early years, Amy learns the skills of a soldier and discovers she can heal with the touch of her hand. Upon the death of her beloved Uncle John, he stays as a protective ghost to assist the soldiers in their vigilant efforts to keep her safe. Never has a girl arrived at Madam Cousec’s School for Young Ladies with more charm, more friends, or greater protection. She’ll need them all to survive the head girl and set her future in motion.




BOOK TWO

Loves' Betrayals
by Liza O'Connor

When Amy and her friend Domnik arrive in London, she discovers her guardian, Nicolas, under the thrall of his ‘perfect’ wife and neither is happy she has come. The only person who seems happy with her arrival is the handsome valet, Antonio, who turns out to be far more than a servant. Needing to escape her guardian’s care, Amy and Domnik take refuge at a fellow schoolmate’s home, Antonio follows as one of her protectors and becomes the first of many admirers that vie for her hand.

All the while, Nicolas continues to prove he is not the fine fellow her uncle had believed.


For more about this series, watch for the blogs throughout the month of April. An easy way to find them is on my twitter account: @Liza0Connor 


There is lots of romance, conniving, and making new friends in Love's Betrayals! They'll be even more in Book 3. Coming July 8th.



Thursday, March 1, 2018

Lessons From Wabbaseka by Liza O'Connor

LESSONS FROM WABBASEKA
by Liza O'Connor

Genre: Wacky Romantic Suspense


When Anna Baker is fired from her New York job, she accepts her aunt and uncle’s offer to come live with them in the little town of Wabbaseka, Arkansas. She discovers a house in dire need of repairs and her relatives in need of proper care. Under the misconception that being unemployed means she has no money, the local sheriff gets involved in her life, trying to determine how she can afford the building materials to fix up the house. Her cousin, Dewayne, appears and wants her evicted, and the FBI thinks she’s involved in a money-laundering scheme. While Anna doesn’t find the peace and quiet she seeks, she may find love…


Jeremy laughed. “You don’t want to send me home yet, I’ve got gossip to tell you.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Gossip in a small town, who would ever think.”

“Last Friday when I was doing some work at the church, Sam Johnson asked me to step into his office. He tells me he’s heard of my commendable charity in doing all the work on this house for nothing. Then he hands me a check for two thousand dollars. Says the parishioners pulled the money together to help cover my costs.”

Anna leaned back and covered her face with her hands. “Oh shit,” she muttered.

“Of course, I tried to refuse the check, but Sam wouldn’t hear of it. The parishioners wanted me to have it for my selfless act of charity.” He eyed her for a moment, then continued. “I hope you see I had no choice—”

Anna glared at him. “You didn’t tell him the truth. He’s the worst gossip in town.”

“No. I knew the truth was an unacceptable option, so keep that in mind when I tell you what I did tell him.”

“What?” This didn’t sound good at all.

“I told him, in good conscience I couldn’t take the check, because it was not out of charity but out of lust for your body that I worked so long and hard on the Larringtons’ house.”

“You told him what?”

“I told him I lusted after your body.”

“Which explains the sermon this Sunday! Couldn’t you think of anything else?” She slapped him across the arm.

“I’m sorry. It was a spur of the moment lie. Besides, it was at least marginally believable.”

“Marginally?”

“Well, you’re not my type. However, I have to admit, in this dress….”

“I can’t believe you told him that.”

Jeremy shrugged. “I thought it was pretty clever. I’ve seen the way Johnson looks at you. He knew exactly what I was talking about.”

Anna scrunched her face up in disgust. “Sam Johnson has the hots for me?”

“Yep,” Jeremy smiled.

“I’m going to be sick.”

“Don’t worry I told him that you and I were an item. You’re too tainted now for his taste.”

Anna pondered this. “I’m trying to decide whether I should kill you or kiss you.”

“Do I get a vote?”

“No.”

“Because if I did get a vote—”

“You don’t.”

“I’d point out kissing me has multiple benefits over killing me.”

“Name two.”

“One, it would be more fun.”

“Not necessarily.”

Jeremy laughed. “Well, it would definitely be more fun for me.”

“You don’t count.”

“I object to your limited perspective. However, another good reason is kissing me would support my claim we are dating. Whereas killing me, well, that’s not very supportive.”

“Try this for supportive. Get off the counter and set the table.”

He stopped at the door and looked back at her. “You know you want me…” he teased.




Liza O’Connor 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.

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Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Pure Innocence (The Extraordinary Life of Amy Winston-Book1) by Liza O'Connor

PURE INNOCENCE
The Extraordinary Life of Amy Winston, Book 1
by Liza O'Connor

Genre: Historical Regency Romance with Paranormal elements


For some, Amy is an angel incarnate; for others, she is the child of Satan. In her early years, Amy learns the skills of a soldier and discovers she can heal with the touch of her hand. Upon the death of her beloved Uncle John, he stays as a protective ghost to assist the soldiers in their vigilant efforts to keep her safe. Never has a girl arrived at Madam Cousec’s School for Young Ladies with more charm, more friends, or greater protection. She’ll need them all to survive the head girl and set her future in motion.


John sat down upon the ground, so he would look less threatening. “I mean you no harm.” He spoke in the soft voice he used to calm war-panicked horses. His words came slow, in gentle tones, letting them sink in through her fear. 

She hugged her child harder and rocked faster, but she did not try to run away.

“I want to help you. I can see you are hurt and afraid. You are probably hungry as well. I can give you shelter and food, see your wounds are tended and provide clean clothes for the baby and you.”

Upon comprehending his words, she burst into a torrid of tears and sobs that shook her body so hard he feared she would trigger the collapse of the entire cliff.

“Please don’t cry,” he begged. “The ground you are upon is unstable. I need you to be very, very still until my man returns with the ropes, so that I may rescue you. Will you do that for me? Will you be very still?”

She stopped crying and stared at him. “Why do you want to help me?”

“Because you need my assistance. I can see you are all alone and desperately in need of help.”

“I am, but you will not help me—not once you have learned what I have done.”

“I know that you’ve had a child and were tossed from your home because you would not name the father.”

“I could not name him. There is no father. I have lain with no man. There was only a dream, a wonderful dream of a handsome prince on a white stallion. He declared me the most beautiful lady he had ever seen, and he kissed me and made my body burn with fire. Then I woke up from my shady spot on the banks and I was alone as always. It was the devil, you see. He came to me in my dreams.”

She began to rock again as she held her baby tight against her chest. “That is why you will not help me—because of the dream. I am the whore of Satan and this child is his spawn.”

He feared he’d soon lose her to madness.

“Amy, I don’t think that is true. You are too sweet to be the whore of Satan. Your child is too good-natured to be his seed.”

She looked up at him in shock and stopped rocking. “She is very good-natured and so very beautiful. But what other reason might there be?”

“Amy, I believe the man in your dreams was real. He must have come to you while you slept and lay with you while he distracted you with kisses and sweet words. Can you remember more about his features? For example, what was the color of his hair?”

“The color of yours,” she said. “When I first saw you, I thought you were the man in my dream and you had come to rescue me. But you are not him.”

“No, I am not. But I do want to rescue you.”

She studied him. “His face was smoother than yours and his eyes sparkled blue. And there was a tiny mole on the edge of his mouth.”

Her words stopped his heart. Dear God, she was describing his younger brother, Alexander. Yet, that was impossible. Alexander had died in battle eight months ago and before that, he had remained in London.





Liza O’Connor 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.


Friday, January 5, 2018

Pure Innocence by Liza O'Connor

Pure Innocence
The Extraordinary Life of Amy Winston, Book 1


When Gunter killed a worthless soldiers, he never smiled.
However, when a soldier held his ground and fought a good battle, Gunter would smile because he had bested the best.
However, that has gotten him in trouble, and frankly the one hundred and thirty-eight spirits that followed him home are driving him crazy!
Thankfully, Amy convinces Uncle John to fetch a Catholic Priest.



BLURB
For some, Amy is an angel incarnate; for others, she is the child of Satan. In her early years, Amy learns the skills of a soldier and discovers she can heal with the touch of her hand. Upon the death of her beloved Uncle John, he stays as a protective ghost to assist the soldiers in their vigilant efforts to keep her safe. Never has a girl arrived at Madam Cousec’s School for Young Ladies with more charm, more friends, or greater protection. She’ll need them all to survive the head girl and set her future in motion.

Excerpt
Gunter watched the Colonel leave. “He went all the way to Salisbury to bring you back. I wish I could oblige him by getting better. He thinks it’s in my head, you know, that I’m feeling guilty about killing these sons of bitches. Excuse my language, Father, but I hate them. I didn’t hate them when I killed them, but I bloody well hate them now!”
He noticed one coming through the wall. He threw a book at it and told it to get the bloody hell out.
“No, let them come in,” Father Duncan insisted. “I think they should hear what I can do for you…and them.”
Within a few seconds, dead spirits crowded in the room. They were everywhere: hanging from the lights, sitting on the lamps and bedpost, filling every space in the room.
“My, there certainly are a lot of you,” Father Duncan said in pleasant surprise.
“I was a soldier,” Gunter explained.
“A sadist, more the like,” one of the dead yelled out, causing the others to yell out insults as well.
Father Duncan held up his hand and they all quieted. “Now, I can tell everyone here is very unhappy, which was not the plan. When you die, you should go to heaven and it is the most wonderful feeling you can ever imagine. Your whole body tingles with rapture.”
Now the spirits were really angry and blamed Gunter for ruining their deaths. A few caused books to fly at him, but he swatted them away.
Father Duncan raised his hand and they quieted once again.
“Gunter did not keep you from going to heaven,” Father Duncan said.
“Then what happened?” the apparent leader of the group demanded.
“I don’t know, but let’s see if we can figure it out together.” Father Duncan stared at the mob of ghosts. “Who here was the first to die?”
“That would be me,” the apparent leader growled.
“Excellent, so tell me, when the light came, why didn’t you go to it?”
“Because I was angry. This bloody bastard smiled at my death. The light came while I tried to strangle him, ’cept I couldn’t do it, since I hadn’t no body no more. But I could tell he saw me, so I kept yelling at him, telling him what I thought about him.”
“All right. Who is the second oldest death?”
A spirit in the back raised his hand.
“And why didn’t you follow the light?”
“Because he told me to stay and help torment the bastard…begging your pardon, Father.”
“And the third?”
“Same reason,” the man on the lamp replied.
All the others were nodding in agreement.
“So, we’ve now figured out what went wrong. Instead of going to heaven and being filled with this amazing joy and happiness, all of you ignored your lights to help scream curses at Gunter because he smiled when he killed you.”
“This is your fault, Coby,” one of the spirits complained. “You started it!”
All the other spirits fell into quick agreement. They would have pummeled Coby into the ground, if such a thing were possible.
“We are not here to place blame. We are trying to understand what has happened and to fix matters so all of you can move to where you belong and be happy,” Father Duncan reminded them.
Coby raised his fist at Gunter. “He can’t be happy. I won’t go if it makes him happy.” A few in the mob of spirits agreed, but most were quiet now.
Father Duncan turned to large fellow. “Gunter, you said you didn’t hate them when you killed them. So why did you smile?”
“Because they had been good fighters and I was happy I bested them. I never smiled when I killed those who weren’t good at their job. In fact, I usually cursed them to hell for wasting my time. But these sorry bastards were the best I fought and I was proud that they had fought so hard, and even prouder that I had bested them.”
“So, it was a compliment to their skills, when you smiled?”
Gunter paused. He damn well didn’t want to let this lot of torturers know that. “I wouldn’t say that,” he growled.
“But that’s because they have ruined your life and you are angry at them now. But then, before they abused you so, you thought well of these men, did you not?” Father Duncan persisted.
“Yes, I did, but that was before I knew the sorry lot.”
Father Duncan laughed softly and smiled. “There are many times I cannot help because the grievances are all too real. But this was a simple misunderstanding of what Gunter’s smile meant. Now that you know the truth of his smile, wouldn’t you rather go to heaven and be happy? This misunderstanding has stolen years of joy from all of you. I can help you on your way if you’d like to go.”
Father Duncan and Gunter had to cover their ears from the din of ‘me first’ that came as his reply.

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Liza O’Connor’s favorite books are Pride & Prejudice and Douglas Adams’ five book trilogy, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Go figure…
Raised in the southern mid-section of U.S., Liza escaped to the East Coast once out of college. She’s worked as a journalist, a radio DJ, a security guard, a stock broker, a strategist, and a business solutions consultant to name a few of her many occupations.  Again…go figure.
She learned to fly planes, jump out of planes, hang-glide, kayak and scuba dive, to name of few of her ‘let’s kill Liza’ sports. However, her favorite activity is to hike with her dog Jess among the shaved mountains of NJ.


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Friday, December 22, 2017

Six Sisters of Shame by Liza O'Connor

Six Sisters of Shame
By
Liza O’Connor
A Victorian Mystery/Romance 

Jack the Ripper is a perfect example of hiding the truth behind too many trees.

But is it even safe to see the tree? People, some clever authors, have mysteriously died after writing their conclusions that agree with mine. I feel a little safer, being in the US. But if I mysteriously die due to the characters I attribute to having murdered SOME of the women, claimed to be by Jack the Ripper, let it be a lesson: No one likes a smart ass, especially not British Royalty.

Here are the items that drew me to whom I chose, for my fictional book, to portray as the murderers.
That’s right, I’ve two men, which explains much of what confused Scotland Yard by the letters they received…IF they were confused at all. In my story, they are not confused, they are simply following the Queen’s orders to obfuscate matters and accuse everyone possible so the true culprits won’t be found.

Stepping out of the forest, most of my evidence is based on odd coincidental items.

The original murders have two entirely different styles of murder, one in which the bodies were cut in two, the other in which they are slashed. I tossed the cut in two bodies out since they were clearly done by someone else.  Then I looked at the pictures of the remaining dead women and discovered a very odd coincidence: They all resembled the queen, except for one, who resembled Princess Alexandra, the mother of Prince Albert (Eddy).

Jack the Ripper seemed focused on killing heavy-set, jowled, middle age prostitutes who resembled the queen, and then one younger, prettier woman who looked like the prince’s mom.


Pure coincidence, I’m sure, but in my fictional story, I ran with it.

Another coincidence is that the murders stopped when Prince Albert (Eddy) got sent to India.

When he returned, all remained quiet until he was told he couldn’t marry the woman he wished, because she was Catholic. And thus, began a new spree of killings, only despite they had the same profile as the prior Jack the Ripper deaths, Scotland Yard refused to attribute them to Jack the Ripper.

In my fictional book, Scotland Yard was ordered by the Queen, to obfuscate or be fired. So my Scotland police are not a happy lot. And when my six young ladies get taken by Edwin and Jack Stephanos (the Jack the Ripper duo in my story) there is nothing they can do. (Slight name changes are my hopes of me not being sued or worse.)

One final coincidence: When Eddy and Jack died, the murders stopped.

Their official causes of death: After two new slayings occur, Prince Albert Eddy is whisked away, only to ‘die of a cold or influenza’, and his crazy tutor Jack Stephens dies two weeks later. They claim he was so broken-hearted over the loss of Albert (Eddy) that he refused to eat. Seriously? The guy was a deranged bully. He cared only for himself.

If I had written my deadly duo’s explicit deaths, Edwin would have probably died by an overdose of Laudanum.  Jack Stephanos would have died in his cage from starvation after they refused to give him food. He was a mass murderer and had pulled the prince into this mess. He deserved to suffer before dying. Since it took him two weeks to die, they might have once in a while given him something gross to eat to extend his torture.

In this fictional story, my fabulous sisters are the reason why Jack the Ripper’s reign of terror ends. Six brilliant and talented sisters, plus the men who love them. Jack the Ripper never had a chance.


Six Sisters of Shame
By Liza O’Connor
Blurb
In his second marriage, a marriage of true love, Douglas Marsh has acquired six beautiful, identical daughters, who have made a pact never to marry. All are a challenge to the strict mores and interests that young ladies of Victorian England should have, but all are uniquely wonderful. He strives to match his new daughters to men who can appreciate each girl’s talents and interests. Only, one of his daughters wishes to choose for herself, and her choice sets off repercussions that could destroy them all.

WARNING: THIS STORY INCLUDES SOME SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES.


Excerpt

After much discussion, the girls elected Charity to face Prince Edwin. Her personality was less likely to get them killed.

She stumbled into the parlor, shoved viciously by the prince’s tutor.

“Here’s your trollop, Edwin. Retrieved as you requested.” The anger and resentment was evident in the man’s voice.

 She kept her head bowed, as Chase had advised, and stood before Prince Edwin with her hands clasped. She studied him beneath her lashes to get a better understanding of the man who now controlled their fate.

The prince had thinning brown hair and sunken eyes. There was a dullness to his focus, which indicated either poor eyesight or mental deficiencies.

“You look nothing like the woman I remember.” His focus turned to the man who had brought her. “Jacky boy, you brought me the wrong one.”

“This is the whore your father wanted,” James Stephanos replied and poured himself a drink. “Perhaps it’s her more modest dress that baffles you.”

“Yes, that must be it.” He glared at her. “Trying to hide behind decency. Well, it won’t work. Jack and I saw you at the Circus, enticing my father.



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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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Friday, December 15, 2017

A Right to Love by Liza O'Connor

Having nothing better to do....
Today I interview my character Alice Collins from
 A Right to Love.
Liza: Welcome, Alice. I understand you are a friend of Victor Hamilton from the Adventures of Xavier & Vic series.

Alice: I am. We were best of friends for many years. Then as we matured and my step-father kept demanding I marry the various odious young men he forced me to entertain, I realized Vic was far superior in all ways and unlike these cretins, he would never steal my fortune or take over my estate farms and run them into the ground. So I tried my hardest to make him fall in love with me, which unfortunately had the reverse effect than I’d hoped for. Instead of drawing him in, my every effort scared him away. When in desperation, I went to Claire, asking for her assistance.
Instead of help, she picked up a picture from her shelf and laid it on the bed between us. Then she advised me to look elsewhere, for her brother would never marry. All the while she tapped on the picture frame.
At first I thought she meant he preferred other young men, but her constant tapping caused me to take note of the picture. It was of her aunt and two young girls. The younger girl was Claire, but the older girl confused me, for she had Vic’s facial features. I cannot tell you how stunned to the core I was when I realized what it meant. I had known Vic for years and never once had I suspected he was anything but a boy.
Claire then made me swear to never tell anyone. I, of course, promised her I wouldn’t.
Liza: But you just shared it with the entire world.
Alice: Your world, not mine. And in your world, Liza O’Connor has already told everyone that my childhood best friend was a young girl who decided life would be better if she became a boy. And he is the finest young man I’ve ever met. And now to all his other attributes, he determined where my vicious step-father had hidden my mother and with the help of Jacko B. Goodnow, saved her from being murdered and enabled me to meet and fall in love with a fabulous man.  Without Victor, I would have lost my mother, gone to prison for killing my step-father had never meet Jacko.
Liza: It sounds as if you still love Victor.
Alice: Without question, I do. Only it is a love of deep friendship. To be honest, once I discovered Vic’s secret, I gave up on men. I intended to remain single for my entire life. But when Jacko rescued and brought my mother home, I fell in love with him at first sight. I had not thought such a thing possible.  But he was everything I wanted in a man: kind, loving, caring, honest, brave…
Liza: I believe he’s also a gypsy, pirate, and thief. By his own admission, he has also murdered people
Alice: He was never a pirate by choice, but, yes, he is a gypsy by birth.
Liza:That won’t go over well in society.
Alice: We are telling people in my time that he is a wealthy
Spaniard and his name is Jacon Bienora. As to his love of stealing, he only takes something for good reasons, such as stealing my mother from Bedlam, and to the deaths attributed to him: he has only done so for the good of his country or when forced to defend himself, neither of which, do I consider murder.
Liza: He sounds most intriguing, let’s find out more.
BLURB
Jacko, a gypsy with a great love for stealing, rescues a suffragette from Bedlam. Upon returning the elderly woman to safety, he meets her blue-stocking daughter. Alice has decided she prefers managing her estate farms over London society. She is resigned to never marry until the handsome and surprisingly wealthy man with a dark past and several identities steals her heart.

EXCERPT
Rob shook his head and smiled. “I apologize if I have embarrassed you. It is only that your people are worried about their futures. They fear you will marry a gentleman from town and return to London, or you will not marry at all, and leave us with no future. So they sent me to speak to you.”
“About?”
“About marrying the right type of fellow. I know you are a fine lady, but it seems to me you don’t particularly care for the ‘fine’ gentlemen, at least not the one you nearly drowned two years ago.”
Alice laughed in outrage. “I did not drown him. I simply turned over the boat to see whom he would save, himself or me. When he clung to the boat and left me to sink or swim, I swam to shore‒end of story.”
“He remained out there for several hours, bleating like a frightened lamb.”
Alice realized Rob’s house was on the other side of the lake. “I apologize if he upset your sheep.”
“You laugh, but my sheep were unsettled for a week from all that noise.” Rob sobered. “If you don’t care for the gents, might you consider someone a bit humbler in birth, but stronger in character? I think character is what you find missing among the gentry. You deserve a man who thinks of you first, who steps forward when danger approaches and would face death to keep you safe.”
His words shocked her, as did her heart’s reaction to them. Dear God, he voiced exactly what she wanted.



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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 normally. But all those bad behaviors has given her lots of fodder for her humorous romances. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.


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