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Sunday, October 23, 2016

Giveaway! God Awful Loser!

Hi Everyone,

Last weekend I went to the Wisconsin Writers Association's Fall Conference. It was fun and I got to meet fellow writers. This week I'm giving away a signed copy of God Awful Loser. It's a young adult book that looks entertaining for all ages, but specifically for those young readers in your life. You can enter twice. Once by commenting on this post, and twice by commenting on my Facebook giveaway post (the link is below). Please have all entries in by end of day Thursday 10/27. I will randomly pick a winner on Friday 10/28.

Second Entry:

For more info on book: Amazon

Life's good at the top.Until you're not.

The son of the God of War has it all, and the smooth-talking, jet-setting master knows it. The once chubby cherub now has adoring fans, a shiny red limousine, and a mansion nearly, almost, not quite big enough to hold his enormous and ever-growing ego.

But everything changes for the sloppy, ill-aiming love god when a meddling stranger challenges him for his crown. Not even the advice of his war-mongering father, Mars, and embarrassingly underdressed mother, Venus, can save Cupid from the skids. Facing enraged immortals, epic battles against hell's most vile creatures, and the dread of becoming mortal himself, Cupid teams up with an unlikely band of misfit fallen angels in the hopes of saving himself, the Olympic kingdom, and humans the world over. But can such an inept team of losers finally win when it counts?

Funny, rude, and planted smack in modern times, God Awful Loser is a new chapter on the ancient gods' bad and hugely entertaining choices. May we never follow in their footsteps.

Friday, October 21, 2016

Yahoo! A new release and a funny story for ya'all.

Hey, ya'all, how's everyone doing?  Things are fantabulous here!  Hope they are there too.

Well, first things first...I have a new release to share with ya.  Yeah!!!  Remember a couple of weeks ago when I revealed the cover for my new Christmas novella, A Christmas Bowser?  Well, it's out now in a box set with 6 other authors for the incredible price of 99cents!  Here's the cover for Romancing Christmas II, and the buy links.  Be sure to get your 7 stories for 99cents, that's an incredible 14cents per story!  Get it NOW.

Buy Links:       Amazon          Nook          iBooks          Kobo

Okay, now for the story I promised ya. (I'm really hoping my mother doesn't read this.)  LOL

Anyway, yesterday was Momday, which is the day I go into indentured servitude to my mother.  So we did 3 doctor's appointments in 3 different locations, a pharmacy trip, lunch, Michael's, and Walmart.  That's a lot to squeeze into one day!  But we got 'er done.

So this afternoon I'm in the doctor's office (for myself) when I get a text from my sister, who has gone over to visit my mother.  Okay.  No, not okay.  There's an issue.  It seems my mother has misplaced her teeth.

What, you ask?  How can you misplace your teeth?  Well, apparently it's easy because this is about the 4th time she's managed to do it.  Now, no nasty letters, please.  She's not completely addled or fighting off Alzheimer's.  And I'm telling you, this is funny.  She just doesn't have the self-discipline to put the teeth up where her dogs can't reach them.  :)

So, I'm getting ahead of myself here.  My sister texts me and asks me if I can call the restaurant where I took mom for lunch yesterday and ask if they found her teeth.  What?  Me?  Why do I get to make that call?  I paid for lunch. That's a double whammy.  Nooooooooo...don't make me call Cracker Barrel and ask if they have mom's teeth!

Well, fortunately, I have an excuse not to call right away...remember, I'm in the doctor's office.  So the doc comes in and I'm trying to carry on a coherent conversation about blood work and upcoming elbow surgery, but my mind keeps dredging up a picture of my mom's teeth in a dog's mouth...

because I'm pretty sure that's where they are.  I woulda noticed if she'd left Cracker Barrel without her teeth!

But my sister is insistent that mom's roommate swears mom got home without them.  So what else can I do?  I drag my feet.  Because I do NOT want to make that call.  I suggest my sister make the call.  No response.  I search my truck.  Nothing under the seat.  Then I remember we had ice cream in the truck while we waited for one of the doctor's appointments.  Maybe she put the teeth in her cup...which I threw in the trash.  I'm standing in the driveway when this dawns on me and I stare at the dumpsters which are now out at the curb, and I know one of them has fresh horse manure dumped on the top of whatever trash was in there.

Now I have a dilemma.  How bad do I want to avoid making that phone call.  Pretty damn bad!  So I walk to the dumpster and open the first one.  Whew!  Horst shit!  I swallow hard as I open the second one, hoping for a yellow horse feed bag, which was the last trash bag I'd used in the kitchen.  Eureka!  There it is, on top, no horse shit on it.  Yeah!  Hey, don't judge me...I'm desperate here.  Yes, I will dig through the trash to find my mother's teeth.  But if they're under a pile of horse shit, she's buying new teeth!

So I rummage through the bag and find nothing.  No ice cream cups, no teeth.  Now I can't remember where I've dumped the damn ice cream cups...which may or may not contain my mother's teeth.  Now I'm getting heartburn.  I'm going to have to make the damn call.  One more shot...another text to my sister suggesting she should make the call so she can make arrangements to pick up the teeth since she is in the area.  She replies that they found the teeth.  Whew!  Then I wonder how long she's known where the teeth were.  Was it before or after I dug through the trash?  Surely she would have told me immediately, right?  I'm going with that.  LOL

Now, she didn't say where the teeth were found or if the dogs had them, but I know where I'm putting my money.  After all, they've taken them 3 times before.  Once they kept them for 3 months, and then mysteriously returned them to her bed while she was sleeping.  I once asked her what happened to one of the teeth, and she replied that the dogs had chewed off one tooth.  What?  Seriously?

Well, I'm sure hoping they were returned in tact this time...because this set is brand new!  And...I dodged a bullet and didn't have to call Cracker Barrel and ask if they found my mother's teeth.  Thank You, God!

So, I'd love to hear your stories about the strangest place you've ever left/found anyone's teeth.   LOL

That's my story, toothy and tortuous, and I'm stickin' to it.  Hang on tight now, 'cuz we're gonna go real, real fast!

Love ya,


Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Current Work In Progress....

       Oh, I’ve been so bad! I haven’t written a word on my current work in progress in over five days! Other commitments have prevented me from doing so (there’s only so many hours in a day, even with my rigid routine and truthfully, the day job takes a lot out of me…anything written in the evening after a day at work always needs to be re-written because…well…the brain is just drained) but still….five days! Five whole days! I think that’s the longest I’ve gone without actively working on a story in years (I try to write every day except the weekends, when other obligations prevent me from doing so).
And you know what?
         I’ve missed it...missed the whole writing process.
I miss my characters, too. Theo, which is short for Theodosia—don’t you just love that name? Found it in a census from 1860 and it just fits her but I digress— and Eamon. I miss the farm where Theo breeds horses and I miss Theo’s extended family. I miss it all, even the bad guy!
         I’m on what I call the downward slide. The stage has been set, the characters have been developed and they’ve fallen in love (whether or not they’ve admitted it to themselves or each other), the Black Moment has been crafted and partially written (I’m an emotional writer….the Black Moment devastates me, as it should, and takes a while to complete…hard to type with tears in your eyes) and the end of the story is so close, I can taste it.
         You know, I should probably quit writing about missing the story and just work on it….right now, while I still have some brain cells firing on all pistons…

As always, happy reading!

Friday, October 14, 2016

FLETCHER'S FLAME (Last Chance #3) by Lexi Post hits top 10 in Kindle Worlds

Fletcher's Flame (Last Chance #3)
by Lexi Post

"A smokin`HOT firefighter with eyes only for you, an unknown danger, and undeniable passion that is all consuming, this is what it means to be Fletcher’s Flame." - Amazon Reviewer

Dana Wilson has one mission in life – to save animals. Thanks to her life’s calling, she’s developed a distrust of men in authority. So when Bo Fletcher, a cowboy firefighter, decides to appoint himself her bodyguard, her hackles rise.

Bo’s physical attraction to Dana Wilson has him digging deeper into her personality, a need to understand her burning in his gut. Unfortunately, that’s not the only thing burning. An arsonist appears to be nipping at Dana’s heels and Bo is determined to protect her.

As sparks fly between them, the fires come closer and closer to claiming Dana. Bo must make her see her own worth before they both go up in flames…literally.



Her body revved like an engine ready for the starting gun. Though she should feel embarrassed, she didn’t. Powerful was more the feeling though from the man before her, she should feel weaker than a day old kitten. She lifted her hand and made a circle with her finger. “Turn around. I need to see everything if I’m going to pass judgement.”
   She saw more than heard his silent chuckle as he turned his back on her.
   Shootin’ sheepherders! He was just as hot and tight in the ass as he was in the front. His back muscles rippled as he looked over his shoulder.
   She swallowed hard, her belly doing flip-flops over the view of him. “You’ll do.”
   He turned back around and closed the distance in one stride. “I’ll do?”
   She forced her gaze up to meet his. “Yes.” She tried to grin, to lighten the mood, but the electrical attraction she felt wasn’t going anywhere.
   “I’ll do for what?” He eyed her seriously, all traces of humor gone.
   Good question. She didn’t have the answer. She couldn’t think with him so close, except about how much she wanted to touch his hard chest.
   “I don’t know. I better go to bed.” She started to turn but his hand came down on her shoulder.
   It wasn’t hurtful, just detaining, holding her there. “Dana.” His tone softened and her heart squeezed, a long buried need to be cared for rising up, yelling at her that this man could do it.
   She stared at him, her hope fighting with her doubt. Why would he want to care for her? Her own parents fought over who would get custody, neither wanting her. Just because he was strong and caring didn’t mean he’d want her either.
   His other hand cupped her cheek. “I like you. I find you fascinating, in a good way. Let me kiss you again.”
   It was no more than a physical want, but at that moment, with all that was happening to her, she’d take it. She gave him the slightest nod possible, but she could sense his tension ease, even as he lowered his head and his lips touched hers.
   Like at the fire station earlier, he was gentle, as if she were the most precious person in the world. Her cynical self crumbled as his tongue breeched her lips and explored her mouth. He tasted of mint, and he smelled so masculine, a combination of smoke and musk.

I hope you enjoy, Fletcher's Flame :-)

Always, Lexi


Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Beautiful Maids All in a Row by Jennifer Harlow

I loved the character, Iris Ballard.  She’s got spunk, strength, intelligence, tells it like it is, and has faults.  The fault part is what she’s tempted to keep until a non-resistible case confronts her.

Iris is a FBI forensic psychologist living in Georgia.  She’s given up her career for a more sedentary life without many responsibilities.  Beautiful%2BMaids%2BAll%2Bin%2Ba%2BRow%2BAn%2BIris%2BBallard%2BThriller%2Bby%2BJennifer%2BHarlow

 And then Luke Hudson, a hot FBI agent, wants her. He wants her for her mind and abilities to catch a serial killer.  He also wants her for more, but he has a tough time relaying his manly needs.

Iris attempts to keep ahold of her self-destruction, yet the lure of the case and the handsome agent peel away to her better self.

The case becomes personal.  The serial killer murders Iris’s friend.  Luke protects Iris in a warrior way, and Iris takes care of business.

Fantastic read!  The action and love building is constant and surprising throughout.  I’ll definitely keep reading Jennifer Harlow’s novels.  Released on Oct. 11J


Happy reading,



Sunday, October 9, 2016

Scavenger's Mission by Liza O'Connor

Scavenger’s Mission
Liza O’Connor

How did an AI responsible for Merit Assessments
 take control of the SkyRyders?

It all began with a corrupt 5 star General named Cohen. Once he was removed (shot in the head) for selling the SkyRyder weapons to the Russians, Czechs, Scavengers, and local drug dealers, the need for an AI became clearly apparent. Men are corruptible, but a quality AI machine is not. So while in a state of embarrassment that a 5 star General could have become so corrupt and none of the Generals’ Council knew, they bought MAC, to properly assess Ryders, not just on flying, but ethics as well.

Technically, MAC only assesses SkyRyders, but since all SkyRyders are promoted or demoted based on MAC’s assessment of flying skills, knowledge of the regs, and integrity, it pretty well assures that the crème is going to rise to the top. Or so the theory went. In truth, new Ryders are often told by their captain to dunk their test or there will be painful repercussions. 

MAC can also intervene when a General submits a battle plan. If it doesn’t like the plan, it can be sent back to do again. It can also make mandatory changes in the personnel the general plans to use in his battle if it believes the wrong Ryders have been chosen. This annoys General Powell immensely, but MAC actually can enforce who gets to play. It’s rather ironic that captains have more control of what actually happens to Ryders than a 3 star general does.

But that’s a part of life. No matter how hard you try to make something better than what you had before, there will be blindspots that threaten the entire system. One blindspot is that MAC ignores most of human behaviors. It can be years before MAC calls you up for assessments once you reach captain. It spends most of its efforts trying to screen out newbie troubles. The Cartels are constantly trying to get saboteurs into the SkyRyder ranks.

So when an injured new cadet arrives and lands in a manner it’s coding says is impossible, MAC performs a virus check before having the flight test continue.

Scavenger’s Mission
By Liza O’Connor

Meet Alisha: A young woman who refuses to live the life her parents want.
In a single month, Alisha Kane has gone from a wealthy debutante to street girl to scavenger.  While testing her new flying skills in the Cully Canyon, Alisha incurs a near-death crash landing. She’s “rescued” by a colonel of the SkyRyders and her life changes forever.
Meet Logan: A SkyRyder colonel in charge of a sleepy fort with little to do other than arrest the occasional scavenger.
For the first time in his life, Logan’s attracted to a young woman, only she’s probably a scavenger and he’ll have to arrest her.  But first he offers her a shower and food while he checks on his crew. His videographer has captured her extraordinary flight through the Cully and her flying is astounding!
He forgoes arresting her and puts his career at risk by asking MAC to assess her skills and integrity as a potential SkyRyder. If he can get Alisha into the SkyRyders, it will be his greatest contribution to the Corps.
Meet MAC: The Artificial Intelligence that runs the SkyRyders Corps.
Upon seeing her arrival, MAC upgrades Alisha’s test. Her flying skills are not just excellent; they exceed what was previously thought possible. MAC classifies her as its top asset and soon she proves her value. 
But…the SkyRyders remain a male dominated Corps where Alisha’s sense of right and wrong often clashes with her superiors. How long can a rebellious young woman survive in a regimented Corps?

“But wait, it gets better,” Riley assured Logan. “I tell her MAC wants it done again, and she says, ‘I don’t think I can do it better than that.’ When I tell her she can use her own catcher, she changes her mind. ‘Then I can do better,’ she tells me.”
“She knew she should only be taking it once. The poor kid probably thought she was on the cusp of failing. I still don’t understand why MAC asked her to do it again. She’s injured—why would it do that?”
“I don’t know why it required her to repeat it unless it suspected someone had tampered with its parameters. On the second flight, Alisha flew exactly as ordered. I told her to make a straight line to the tree, and she did. Since until today a perfect straight-line cross-wind was impossible, MAC should have balked on the second test. Yet it seemed very satisfied after the second run. And get this—after the test is over, it tells me to ask her if there’s anything else she’d like to show us. How’s that for weird?”
Logan was less amused. MAC knew she was injured. Why was it pushing her so hard? He sighed. “She no doubt took the offer.”
Riley laughed. “Oh yeah, she had a few other things to show us: a forward vertical climb, some somersaults, then a forward-downward descent using that surfboard thing of hers, another absolutely straight cross-wind track, and my favorite—a harness-release landing. Do you realize the advantage a harness-release landing would give us when entering hostile territory?”
“Yeah, I’ve seen that one. And it would be incredibly useful if we can teach it to our combat flyers.” What he didn’t want was Alisha to be the actual flyer going in under fire. “Did you hold your ground when she headed right toward you?”
“Yeah, I did. Mostly because I was too shocked to even think of moving. She said you stuck as well.”
“I did, but the rest of my crew took a dive. Truthfully, though, I didn’t see how she was going to pull it off. Still, I told her to land in the circle, and after hopping across eight of them, I was confident she could stick the last one.”

The SkyRyder’s Series, Book 1
Scavenger’s Mission

About the Author
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.

Sci-Fi Soap Opera with humor, romance, and science


The SkyRyders Series
Sci-Fi Romance
Scavenger Falters-coming 2017
Scavenger Vanishes-coming 2017