I have a treat for all of you today. Please help me welcome Carrie Hanson and Trent Lancaster from Liza O’Connor’s novel Worst Week Ever, a contemporary and a character interview. I know you never thought you’d see that here! But Liza is such a gifted author, and her characters are so engaging, I couldn’t resist. Liza is also giving away prizes. To be eligible, please leave a comment saying you want to be included in the drawing.
Carrie and Trent, welcome to my blog.
Carrie: Thank you. We’re glad to be here. Liza told us you were very nice.
Ella: Now, if you could go back in time, can you tell me who you would like to be.
Trent: I’ve recently learned the skill of google. I have chosen Prince Leopold of Sax Fifth Avenue.
Carrie: Do you mean Prince Leopold of Saxe-Coburg Sallfied, who would later become the King Leopold of Belgium?
Trent: Yes, he seemed most like me.
Ella: Interesting choice. How so?
Trent: Well, he looks a great deal like me. I’d never wear those sideburns, but even with them, he manages to look very handsome and he’s a very sharp dresser.
Ella: He is most handsome. I want everyone to know that Liza painted that herself.
Trent: And he married a delightful, determined young woman named Charlotte and kept her at his side throughout her entire life.
Ella: While I agree Leopold and Charlotte did appear to marry for love–
Trent: Yes, she was slotted for another, but I, I mean, he won out.
Ella: Without doubt, she clearly liked Leopold. In 1816 she writes to her father
‘I find him charming, and go to bed happier than I have ever done yet in my life … I am certainly a very fortunate creature, & have to bless God. A Princess never, I believe, set out in life (or married) with such prospects of happiness, real domestic ones like other people.’
Trent: Who cares what she wrote her father. After the honeymoon she declared him ‘the perfection of a lover.’ And the feeling were mutual. He always wanted Charlotte at his side, as proven by his statement “Except when I went out to shoot, we were together always, and we could be together, we did not tire.”
So you see, it’s a perfect match for me. I could not have done better in my selection. It’s even in the correct time frame.
Ella fans self: Er, yes, you did well except for one small matter. Charlotte dies while giving birth a year later at the age of 21.
Trent: Yes, but I would not have allowed that to happened. For one thing, I would have never allowed her to gain weight.
Ella mutters: Hard not to gain weight while pregnant.
Trent: Well not so much weight, and I wouldn’t have let the doctors bleed her. I would have brought in better doctors at the first sign of trouble. No. Had it been me, Carrie…I mean Charlotte would have lived a long life at my side.
Ella: *turns to Carrie* And who did you chose, Carrie?
Trent: She chooses Charlotte!
Ella says gently: Trent, please allow Carrie to speak for herself.
Carrie: *places her hand on Trent’s arm* Let me choose someone that lives a bit longer and makes a difference in the world like Florence Nightingale.
Trent: Gads, she’s not nearly pretty enough.
Carrie: That is entirely irrelevant. However, for your information, she was considered attractive, slender and graceful.
Trent grumbles: Well then, the artist didn’t do his job.
Ella: She was also known to have great charm when she wished, a sharp tongue when needed, and a radiant smile.
Trent: Now that sounds like Carrie. Could you not fine a better picture?
Carrie: It doesn’t matter. The important point is that she took it upon herself to become educated in the science of nursing. Until this point, nurses were little more than scrub maids. She, and 38 nurses she trained, tended the wounded of the Crimean War. The Dictionary of National Biography in 1911 claimed her actions reduced the death rate from what would have been 42% to 2%. That is a major accomplishment in any era of time.
Trent: The percentage change seems high to me.
Ella: Perhaps I should ring for tea.
Carrie: Thank you, Ella. *she turns back to Trent* Ten times more solders died from Typhoid, Typhus, Cholera and dysentery than battle wounds. Florence’s request for a Sanitary Commission who saw to the flushing of sewers and improving ventilation saved far more lives than the battle wounds she tended.
Trent: *smiles at Ella* Just like Carrie. If she can’t solve a problem one way, she doesn’t give up. She just finds another way to get the job done.
*grips Carrie’s hand* I still want you to be Charlotte, only with me you’ll live a full life. You can improve my kingdom in Belgium. I know it’s not very large, but I’m sure there are things that need fixing.
Carrie: *sighs happily* Do you see how wonderful he is when he isn’t stressed?
Ella: Much better than I expected. You surprised me, Trent. I’ve heard you be described as an outrageous, ill-tempered bad boy. Yet, you’ve been the perfect gentleman today.”
Trent: Have you been talking to my driver? You can’t believe a word that diabolical creature says.
Ella: Actually, I read the blurb.
Trent: The one that Liza O’Connor wrote? Ignore it. Woman’s a complete loon.
Ella: Oh, dear. I think you still have some work to do, Carrie.
Carrie smiles: Liza just wants to lower expectations. While Trent is improving, we’ve still got some issues to work on.
Ella: Well, I wish you luck.
Trent: What about me? Don’t I deserve a wish as well?
Ella smiles politely: Yes. Trent, I wish you luck as well.
Trent: Ha! I don’t need luck. I’ve got Carrie. Except this last week was pretty horrible. Okay, you can wish me luck.
Ella: Ah, tea has arrived. Trent why don’t you try a biscuit or one of these lovely lemon tarts?
Carrie whispers to Ella: That should keep him quiet for a while.
Now, what you’ve all been waiting for. The cover, blurb and an excerpt from Liza O’Connor’s The Worst Week Ever.
Worst Week Ever
by Liza O’Connor
New Adult, Humor, Contemporary
What do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with a egoistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?
Book 1 of the 3 book series A Long Road to Love.
Worst Week Ever ~ Coming July 15th
Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant, or as his drivers refers to Carrie: ‘Trent’s brain, left hand, and right hand’. He’s had a miserable month without her at his side and to ensure it never happens again, he intends to marry his brilliant beauty. Only given all the times he’s threatened to fire her, he’s not sure she even likes him. However, the future of his company and his happiness depend upon him succeeding, so Trent begins a slow one week seduction that happens to coincide with Carrie’s Worst Week Ever when everything that can go wrong does so in hilarious form.
(Hilarious to the reader–Carrie is not having much fun this week.)
Closing his eyes, Trent enjoyed the pleasure of Carrie’s body pressed against his.
His eyes popped open in horror. Oh God, David’s right. I am besotted.
What the hell was he thinking?
Statistically, his relationships never lasted more than a month and they always ended badly. A billionaire who couldn’t make a relationship last more than a month. How horrible did he have to be to chase off women who had a billion reasons to stick it out?
If he became involved with his most valuable employee, in a month, she’d dump him and quit. Then his business would collapse into chaos and he’d finally prove his father right. The old man constantly claimed Trent was a worthless human being and the world’s worst businessman.
And then Carrie arrived and single handedly saved his company. She never gave up. If one solution failed, she’d find another way to resolve the problem.
He smiled at his sleeping EA. If anyone could make him into a better man, it would be her. Carrie could solve any problem, had the patience of a saint, and the determination of a pitbull. Best of all, she loved a challenge.
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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