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Ella invites Carrie to tea.

Carrie Regency

Ella: Carrie, good afternoon. (Ella pours) You take milk and two sugars, is that right?

Carrie: Thank you for inviting me. Yes, that’s perfect.

Ella hands Carrie a cup: I just wanted to check up on you and see how matters are progressing.

Carrie: You mean has the sex drought ended?

Ella coughs: Well, I had been referring to broader topics, but we can start there. Have you and Trent finally decided to fully commit to your relationship?

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Carrie: I warned him the moment I return from the west coast that I intend to jump his bones, even if he objects—

Ella: Why on earth would he object?

Carrie: He thought jumping in the deep end is why his relationships have never worked before. However, I think his choice of women was the problem, and secondly, I don’t think we jumped anywhere. We’ve taken two years to get to this moment.

Ella: Was there any other reason why you are insisting on having conjugal relations  the moment you get back?

Carrie: Other than growing tired of my vibrating rabbit? Yes. We’ve both had bouts of jealousy, and I blame them on us abstaining. He’s worried someone will scratch my itch and I’m worried that Coco will do the same with him.

Coco regency 2Ella: That is his former fiancée?

Carrie nods.

Ella: She does look rather mercenary, but I thought he hated her.

Carrie: He keeps telling me he does, but my mind keeps going back to the moment I saw him kissing her in his penthouse. I’ve no idea what a ‘I hate you kiss’ might look like, but what I saw…thought I saw…had nothing to do with hate or repulsion. I know he loves me,..he calls me every night and tells me does, and he’s never said those words to any other woman.

Ella: And how do you know that?

Carrie: He told me…after he confessed his love for me. I’m the first woman he’s ever loved.

Ella: I see. So you believe his words of love, yet you don’t trust him with Coco…

Carrie: I know I’m being irrational, but I’m certain she’s after him. It’s why she had me ‘promoted’ to change specialist. She wants to get me out of the way…

Ella: And who is he jealous of?

Carrie: Any guy I speak to. For example, he wants to fire Jack, our only working systems person.

Jacl

Ella’s brow furrows: He looks as if he needs a valet.

Carrie: I agree. Jack is much cuter than his picture, but never tell Trent I said that.

Ella: My lips are sealed. Who else is he worried about?

Carrie: My instructor, Ian Goodman.Ian

Ella: Ah yes, Liza fans herself upon sight of him. What do you think of the fellow?

Carrie: He’s a fabulous instructor. But his wandering hands and inappropriate comments! I want to tell him to stop, but I fear he’ll throw me out the classroom, and I’m learning so much.

Ella: Just don’t call the police on him. Liza is crazy about the fellow and might write another book that makes your Worst Week Ever look like Fun times in NYC in comparison.

Carrie: I won’t. Honestly, I don’t think he realizes how annoying he is…and I appear to be the only one who doesn’t like him, all the other women he touches light up like Christmas trees when he’s nearby.

Ella: Liza certainly does. So what’s next from here?

Carrie: You mean once I jump Trent’s bones and get the company turned around?  *Carrie frowns* I’m a little worried about where matters are going. Do you know what the last book is called?

Ella: Yes, I believe it’s called Coming to Reason.

Carrie: Why would she name it that unless for some reason she doesn’t think I’m being rational now?

Ella: Excellent question. Well, here’s my advice on the matter. Don’t worry about the future. Get through your current problems, and knowing Liza, you’ll have several. And when you reach a sweet moment at the end, take time to enjoy it. Life is precarious for us all. So don’t rush forward to the next book. Enjoy your Christmas without Liza lobbing troubles your way.

I believe she’ll be torturing another charming young woman over the holidays.

If you want to know the whole story, read Liza O’Conner’s  series The Long Road to Love. Oh Stupid Heart Amazon Oh Stupid Heart_bookcover after reading The Worst Week Ever Amazon.Worst Week Ever_1600x2400

Blurb:

Carrie Hanson is in love with a different species: Trent, a pampered, uber-rich socialite who’s also her boss. Everyone keeps telling her it’s a train wreck looking to happen, but her heart wants what it wants. So despite the billion and one reasons not to, Carrie commits to this inter-species relationship. But while she’s off being trained for her new job responsibilities, a beautiful ex fiancée is working hard to get Trent back and Carrie fired.

 

Excerpt:

Carrie Hanson couldn’t believe it. Her four year sex-drought was about to end. She shivered in anticipation until a sinking dread over came her. What if I’ve forgotten what to do?

Please God, let this be like riding a bike.

Trent pulled back from their kiss and studied her, his brow furrowed. “Are you cold?” He reached across her bed and tugged the edge of the comforter over her, tucking the fabric beneath her body so she became a human corndog.

She wiggled out of captivity and scooted across the bed, closer to him. “I’m fine. I’m just happy our horrible week is over and we can start anew. This time not as boss and an employee, but best friends who love each other.”

Trent gathered her to his chest and kissed her. She opened her mouth and met his tongue with her own, giving as good as she got. His soft groan inspired her to do more.

She unbuttoned the waistband of his suit pants and slipped her hand beneath his boxers, determined to move matters along and end her drought forever. He broke their kiss and his hands captured hers.

He didn’t want her?

She turned away, mortified with shame…and confused. Why the hell had he kissed so provocatively if he didn’t want to make love? She tucked her head, so he wouldn’t read all the emotions bouncing around inside her, but he forced her chin upward, his blue eyes somber and concerned.

“Carrie, I have screwed up every relationship I’ve ever been in. I think part of the problem is I gravitated toward glamour girls with no brains and or personality, which I would have discovered, if I had taken a moment to talk to them first.”

Worst excuse ever! “We’ve known each other for two years, in which time I’ve certainly established I’m not a glamour girl.”

Trent chuckled and nodded.

Her eyes narrowed and she growled, “You don’t have to be so quick to agree.”

“But you aren’t. You’re not an image of beauty, you’re the real thing. While I have no complaints about your small, perfect body, what makes you special comes from inside. When you smile I feel like I’m standing before an angel of joy.”

She saw where his thoughts headed. He didn’t want to make love to an angel. She recalled Elvis Presley did something this crazy. He refused to touch his wife after she bore him a child because he couldn’t make love to a mother.

She pulled her hand away and gripped his shirt as she stared sternly into his eyes. “Do not go Elvis Presley on me. I am not an angel. I’m a small, catastrophe-prone woman who wants to make love to you.”

Liza O’Connor

Author Bio:

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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The Craziest Blog Tour Ever

The Craziest Blog Tour Ever

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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?

Leopold

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.

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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.

Leopold wedding

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.

This is purported to be their first meeting:  L&C 1st metting

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.

Charlotte

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.

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Worst Week Ever

by Liza O’Connor

New Adult, Humor, Contemporary

BLURB

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.)

EXCERPT

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.

Author Bio:

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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