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Monthly Archives: October 2013
Contemporary Romance with a touch of paranormal
Two sexy English brothers. One irresistible ghost. Who would you choose as your lover?
Completely broke and with a criminal record to boot, Senna Smith is one day from eviction from her apartment when Brendon, her promiscuous roommate from London, suggests she go to England, marry him, and manage his fortune. With few other options, she agrees to an open marriage. But she’ll never, ever, have sex with him, knowing if she falls in love with him, he’ll break her heart.
As trustee of Brendon’s family fortune, there is no way Brendon’s older brother, Garrison Durran, is going to let him marry a self-professed American gold-digger. As Senna tries to embrace castle life and English society for Brendon’s sake, Gar discovers Senna is the perfect woman for him–beautiful and intelligent, kind and caring. Now, if she wasn’t already engaged to his brother…
The ancestral ghost of Durran Castle has to intervene if the Durran brothers have any chance of an heir. He can’t leave them to fix matters on their own. They are useless buggers when it comes to love. As counselor to Gar, matchmaker for Brendon, and lover to Senna, a ghost’s work is never done.
CONTENT WARNING: Allergy warning: Ghost cat in book.
“So my brother steals all your money and to compensate you, he suggests you come to England, marry him, and he’ll give you his trust fund.” Only his brother could contrive such an absurd plan.
“Yes.” By her brief answer, he gathered she thought it a perfectly reasonable solution.
His brother might be an idiot, but this gold digger would soon discover Gar a force to reckon with. “Did he steal a half million from your bank account?”
Brendon laughed. “Do you have any idea how long that would take? Cash machines only allow you two visits a day at two hundred dollars a pop.”
“How much did he take?” Gar restated his question.
“Four hundred,” Senna replied.
Gar stared up at the ceiling praying for patience, then glared at Ditz. “So why didn’t you pay her back the four hundred?”
Ditz stubbornly refused to answer, and instead glanced at the girl.
She sighed and faced Gar. “Precisely what I asked. He said he didn’t have the four hundred, but if I married him, he would come into a half million. Since the landlord planned to evict me, I really had no choice but to accept the offer.”
About Liza O’Connor
Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog, Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.
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Check out this week’s Sneak Peek Sunday for a very short snippet of my current work in progress, Kiss Eternal:
He woke to the trickle of water and the musky scent of mold. He hung near a stone wall, his hands bound above by shackles that dropped down from the ceiling. One hard tug yielded nothing as the metal held its own against his strength. He inspected the thick cuffs bound around his wrists. Silver. Shit.
Somehow he’d ended up in a dungeon of sorts. He lifted his head and attempted to shift his position. A dull pain exploded through his back. Christ, what had happened? He groaned, recalling men’s voices, a woman. He glanced down. Blood oozed from several wounds on his torso, soaking his torn tee. Silver wouldn’t have this great of an effect. They must have used something else, but what?
“Your body is getting used to the pain. Still, it will get worse. Those wounds will fester and spread if left untreated.” A woman spoke from across the room. She sat on the floor, her hands tied with rope. Dark blonde hair covered half of her face.
Rafe’s jaw clenched. She’d been a trap all along.
Check out this week’s Sneak Peek Sunday for a snippet of my published novella, Irish Dreams. To set the scene, Ethan and Maggie are dance when they get quite the rude interruption.
Based on the accent, the other man must be a Yank. A spoiled, pretty boy dressed in a designer suit and graced with a decent–if not slim–build. Ethan had come across his type one too many times before. Of course, Rick rubbed him the wrong way. Perhaps it was the air of arrogance he wore along with his diamond encrusted cufflinks. Or maybe his curt tone explained the sudden desire to drive his fist into the man’s smug expression.
“Maggie, did you hear me?”
A deep crease formed between her brows. This spineless tool intimidated her. Ethan clenched his fists, wedging himself between them. “Doesn’t seem she wants to talk with you.”
“Oh Christ, Maggie,” Rick snapped. “Are we going to make a scene over this? I flew several thousand miles. Least you can do is hear me out.”
“Ethan.” Brushing her hand down his arm, Maggie tugged him back. “It’s okay. Give me some time with him. I’ll only be a minute.”
Ethan didn’t like it, but he claimed nothing over her. “Okay. I’ll be here if you need anything.”
They disappeared through the crowd. Bryan came up beside him and thrust a drink toward him. “Whiskey. Don’t tell me you’re already losing to competition.”
“Losing what?” He took the drink. “Unfortunately, I’m still a married man,” Ethan said.
“Hardly. Maybe you’re right though. Dating mightn’t be the wisest choice right now.”
“Miriam and I have been separated nearly two years now. I think that’s break enough.”
“I meant long-term relationships, not sex.”
“Aye, I hear you there.” Far too much time had passed since he’d been intimate with a woman, and being near Maggie didn’t help any. He sipped some whiskey as she led the man called Rick out onto the terrace.
“Who the hell was he anyway?”
Ethan shrugged. “Not sure. Some Yank named Rick. I don’t think Maggie was too keen on speaking with him either.”
“Ah, damn it.” Bryan downed his drink. “Let me find Elsie.”
What did his friend know that he wasn’t telling him? “Wait.” Ethan reached out and grasped Bryan’s arm. “What aren’t you saying? Why go looking for Elsie now?”
Bryan bowed his head and hooked one hand around the back of his neck. “You’re now getting your freedom. I don’t want you in the middle of another mess.”
What mess, and how would he end up in the middle? “Why don’t we start with who this Rick is?”
Taking a deep breath, Bryan said, “Rick Paxton is Maggie’s ex-fiance.”