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Liza O’Connor and “Ghost Lover”

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Liza: Today, I’m risking my sanity by bringing together all my major characters of Ghost Lover in at once. I will attempt to prevent total chaos, by keeping them in a soundproof box and only letting one out at a time. If I lose control of them, for God’s sake save yourselves and run!

Let’s try to survive this ‘met the characters’ interview.

Meet the characters

Liza: Brendon, let’s start off with you. Would you like to explain how stealing Senna’s money ended up with her agreeing to marry you? That’s not the normal conclusion to an act of theft.

Brendon: Well this wasn’t a normal act of theft. I stole the money to save her…and me. She’s the first person since Nan died who can stand me for more than a month. She’s gentle and kind, when she’s not angry—she’s got a wicked temper—highly tolerant of my bad behaviors.

Liza: So you steal her money, to cause her rent check to bounce, to get her evicted?

Brendon: And then I offer her a better life in England. She gets a half million dollars if she marries me.

Liza: Okay, you can go back in and send Senna out next.

*Senna enters and smiles*

Senna: Hi, Liza. Did Brendon behave himself? I explained the importance of making a good impression with your readers. I hope you didn’t talk about him stealing my money or taking the family teacups with him to the states, or breaking my windows—

Liza: No, he talked about you having a wicked temper.

Senna: Oh! We’ll I graduated from my court mandated anger management classes, so under normal conditions I don’t throw things any longer.

Liza: So what’s this I hear that you intend never to have sex with Brendon, even after the marriage?

Senna: This is a marriage of mutual assistance. I’ve agreed to marry Brendon so he can gain access to his money, which I will then manage—otherwise, he’d run through it in a week. Do you know he once lost a million dollars on a single toss of the roulette table?

Liza: I think you mean ‘roll’. There is no tossing at the roulette table.

Senna: Yes, of course. Being raised in an orphanage, I never learned about the various methods to lose money gambling. But my point is Brendon needs someone responsible controlling his money. So he offered the position to me, and not wishing to be homeless, I accepted.

Liza: He’s very cute. Why wouldn’t you want to have sex with him?

Senna: That would be a terrible idea. If I fell in love with Brendon, he’d break my heart with his constant philandering.

Liza: Well, good luck with this plan of yours. You can return to the box and ask Gar to step out.

Senna: That’s it? That wasn’t as bad as I expected.

*Senna leaves, Gar enters*

Gar: Let’s set some rule straight off. I am not discussing the ghosts, my finances, my current girlfriend, or my landscaping.

Liza: So what do you think about Senna?

Gar: I am not discussing Senna, either.

Liza: Sorry, you had your chance for listing exclusions and you failed in include her. Thus, Senna is fair game.

Gar: *sighs heavily* We had a very rough first meeting due to a great deal of misunderstanding on both sides, but now I think her the finest woman of my acquaintance.

Liza: You almost sound like a man in love.

Gar: Nonsense! She is engaged to my brother. Thus, I can only admire her, no matter how much I prefer her to any woman I’ve ever met.

Liza: And now you are grumpy…You can go. Send in Cat, please.

*Gar storms out muttering ‘what a waste of time’. Cat prances in, flips her blue hair then eyes Liza*

Liza: Weird makeup and hair aside, you and Senna look similar.

Cat: I know! Is that wacked out or what?

Liza: So what do you think of this place?

Cat: I love the ghostly vibes of this castle. Brendon is the cutest thing ever and so playful. I normally don’t like sweet and proper girls, but Senna is genuinely sweet and I love her to death.

Liza: What about Gar?

Cat: He’s a great sugar daddy. Let’s me buy all the art supplies I want. A bit stodgy, but I’d do him, only he freaked out when I offered. He’s nothing like his brother.

Liza: Okay, you can go. Ask Mr. Finch to come out.

Cat: There’s no Mr. Finch in your stupid box.

Liza: He’s in there. He’s just in invisible. Just speak my request aloud.

Cat: Should I hold the door open as well?

Liza: Not necessary. He can walk through them.

Cat: Oh, you mean the ghost cat Senna is always petting. Not a problem. I’ll send him right out.

*Cat (the girl) disappears and soon loud purrs resonate in the room.*

Liza: Mr. Finch, I have a laptop for you to type on so we can communicate.

*Lid of laptop slams down and purring stops*

Liza: Oh dear, I guess 15th century ghost cats don’t wish to learn new skills.

*Lassier enters wearing very little*

Lassier: Liza, so good to see you again my dear. You are looking as enticing as ever.

Liza: Lassier, my book is supposed to be a romance, not a failed romance. How are we going to fix matters?

Lassier: I’m working on it. Durran men are incredibly stubborn and strong willed. So untangling this ménage de cinq is going to take time.

Liza: Cinq? I count only four in the ménage, not five.

Lassier: You have to count me. I’ve fallen in love with Senna as well.

Liza: Great, next you’ll tell me the ghost cat loves her too.

Lassier: Without question.

Liza: Interview is over. I’ve a migraine.

Lassier: I’ve a very pleasant way to make it go away.

Liza:  Back in the box, you seductive ghost.

*Lazzier bows and leaves*

Liza: *wipes brow* I can’t believe. I actually survived this interview and more importantly didn’t let it go on for 73 pages. I hope you were able to follow the problem. Senna should be with Gar, but instead she’s engaged to Brendon, who’s in love with Cat, but won’t release Senna because he hates Gar. Lassier the ghost was supposed to get this straightened out, but now that he’s fallen in love with Senna, God only knows what’s going to happen.

I guess you’ll need to read the book and see.

About Ghost Lover

Two sexy English brothers. One irresistible ghost. Who would you choose as your lover?

Cover_GhostLoverCompletely 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.

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Senna woke to her breast beeping. Trying to make sense of the oddity, she pushed herself up to rest on her elbows and discovered the noise came from Brendon’s wristwatch. Somehow, his hand had found its way beneath her bra during the night, and now chirped like a baby chick.

She contemplated tearing his hand off at the wrist, but he looked so angelic with his curly dark hair framing his handsome face. With a heavy sigh, she unlatched her bra and eased his hand out, then gently shook him until his face scrunched into a pained grimace.

He groaned and frowned at his noisy watch. “This is a god-awful hour to be woken up,” he said in his sexy British accent. “Never bothers me when I’m coming home at this hour.”

Senna rolled her eyes. “Speak for yourself.”

Pushing himself up, he shook his head. “Remember the second night I came around? You kept yelling at me, ‘Did I realize it was four in the morning?’ At the time, I couldn’t understand your fuss.” He groaned and scratched his scalp. “Well, I certainly understand it now. It’s bloody hell to be woken at this ungodly hour.”

About the Author

Author PicLiza 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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Author Téa Cooper, Lily’s Leap, and a Quaint Australian Town Called Wollombi

Come and meet my muse!

I thought I was going to write contemporary romance but ‘the best laid plans’ and all that proved me wrong. I was seriously ambushed. And so my first historical romance, Lily’s Leap, was born. Let me explain!

I live in Australia in a tiny time-warp  village called Wollombi. It is very much a weekend escape kind of place. Escape to the Wollombi Valley, the B & Bs and local businesses proudly proclaim. Very little has changed in Wollombi since the nineteenth century and it is a picturesque spot with a fascinating early colonial history. This is the coffee spot today.

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And this is what it used to look like! You can see not much has changed!

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In a fit of enthusiasm I volunteered to man the local museum a couple of days a month and that is how I was ambushed.

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A day spent seeped in the nineteenth century enlivens the muse and after I had got over the ghosts breathing down my neck I was in business and Lily’s Leap jumped onto the page.

Come and meet one of the characters who haunts Wollombi Museum.

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This is Bushranger Patrick Bruin. He made the mistake of bailing up the local Justice of the Peace and was wounded in the arm, shoulder and chest. He ultimately died of his wounds in the lock up just outside. He had two guineas on him when he died and it was sent to the Colonial Treasurer.

The bushranger who bails up Lily in my story is nowhere near so unlucky; he gets his girl, but then it is a romance!

So now you’ve met my muse-eum and one of the fascinating characters who live there why not indulge in a romantic romp with Lily and her bushranger Tom Roscomon!

Lily’s Leap releases on May 3rd and is available from Amazon.com Amazon.uk Lyrical Press iTunes and B & N.

Follow the link if you’d like to find out more about Wollombi and don’t forget to let me know if you are passing through!

Lily’s Leap 267 x 400About Lily’s Leap

Born into privileged society, Lilibeth Dungarven finds herself married, widowed, and much to her distress, back under her father’s rule, all before her twenty-first birthday. But this spirited and independent young woman has a dream: she is determined to breed the perfect racehorse and restore the family’s flagging fortunes. An accomplished rider, she takes matters into her own hands and sets out to restore Dungarven horse stud to its former glory.

When the devastatingly attractive Captain Tom and his mismatched band of bushrangers stumble across a mob of the best horses they’ve ever seen, and the daughter of the famed Dungarven stud, they know their fortunes have changed. Their catch is worth a king’s ransom. Surely it can’t be too difficult to contain this beautiful young woman with violet eyes and skin-tight riding breeches for seven days?

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Lily could see the pale ribbon of road below cutting through the trees and the bright blue expanse of sky wide-open in front of her. “Nero. You can do it,” she whispered into his sleek, shiny neck and he snorted in response. Her thigh muscles burned as she tightened her grasp on his flanks. His muscles tensed in response, attuned to her body. She gritted her teeth and willed her shaking hands to steady. “We can do this, Nero. We have to.” Her heart hammered so hard in her chest she thought it might leap right over the culvert and down the hill ahead of them.

With barely a moment’s hesitation she dug her heels into the stallion’s flanks and urged him down the hill. The last trees cleared and the sudden heat of the sun stung her face, then she crouched low over Nero’s neck. The clatter of his hooves on the sandstone surface told her they had reached the road. The blood raced through her veins, pulsing in her ears, a violent and excruciating pounding raged through her body.

“Stop.” Tom’s command echoed around her as the blocks of the convict hewn, sandstone walls reared ahead of her. Surely it wasn’t such a huge jump for a horse like Nero?

She leaned forward in the saddle and her cheek brushed the dampness of his neck. Time slowed. With her eyes squeezed tightly shut she sucked in a great gulp of air and clenched her teeth tightly together. Nero lifted into the air. His muscles bunched beneath her and he flew over the chiseled blocks and down the slope. Her knees gripped the saddle and she dragged the reins almost vertical as they plunged down. Tufts of wiry grass and small rocks littered the route. She flinched as Nero’s hooves crashed across them. Gasping in a quick breath, she prayed for the terrain to level off.

Her lungs contracted like bellows and what little air remained, whistled out through her pursed lips. Nero tensed and she shuddered as he stumbled and then regained his balance. Her heart leapt to her throat and her wrists twisted as she wrenched on the reins to slow him. He quivered to a halt. Silver spots danced in front of her eyes and she gulped in a breath to feed her starving lungs. Nero’s muscled body trembled and quaked beneath her and white froth flecked his muzzle.

“We did it, darling Nero. We did it.” The salty tang of his body filled her nostrils as she leaned over his neck murmuring endearments. She swayed with exertion and forced her rubbery muscles to respond as she squinted into the sunlight. Figures on horseback towered above her, stalled on the road. She had an overwhelming urge to wave her hand and shriek in triumph.

But she resisted; this was her opportunity and she had no time to waste. She cut away to the right praying her memory of the maps was correct as she searched for the track leading her to Laguna.

“Lil-eee. Lil-eee.” Tom’s call bounced off the sandstone walls. Shading her eyes with her hand she stared back toward the culvert wall. It was empty.

“Lil-eee. Lil-eee.” The sorrowful echo reached her, resounding somewhere deep in her gut. Her sweat-soaked curls clung to her face as she shook her head, raging at her ridiculous foolishness. After such an exhilarating and successful leap for freedom why did she suddenly feel so melancholy? Her heels bruised Nero’s flanks and she urged him away in a fast canter.

Author Photo_TéaCooper_smallAbout the Author

Lily’s Leap is Téa’s first historical romance and Harlequin Escape will release her second, Matilda’s Freedom, on 1st July 2013.

She has also written three contemporary Australia romances—Tree Change, The Protea Boys and Passionfruit & Poetry. She is currently working on her third Australian historical romance set on a schooner somewhere between Sydney and Van Diemen’s Land.

To keep up with all of Téa’s news visit her website www.teacooperauthor.com where you will find links to her blog and social media pages.

Photographs courtesy of Wollombi Historical Association and Harrison Photography.

Check out Téa’s previous posta on Susana’s Morning Room about her contemporary romancea, Tree Change and The Protea Boys.