Friday, January 20, 2017

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The man of her dreams…belongs to another woman.
Destitute and without friends, Violet Carlton is forced to seek employment at the House of Pleasure in London. She steels herself for her first customer and is shocked when the man rescues her instead of ravishing her. A grateful Violet cannot help but admire the handsome Viscount Trevor. But she must curb her desire for the dashing nobleman she can never have because he is already betrothed to another . . .

Tristan had gone to the House of Pleasure for a last bit of fun before he became a faithful married man. But when he recognizes the woman in his bed, he becomes determined to save her instead. Now, his heart wars with his head as he falls for the vulnerable courtesan. Unable to break his betrothal without a scandal, Tris resolves to find Violet proper employment or a husband of her own. Still, his arms ache for Violet, urging him to abandon propriety and sacrifice everything to be with the woman he loves. . . .






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Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical in all time periods because passion is timeless.  She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager.  A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise.  She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She’s a theatre director when she’s not writing and lives in Virginia with her family, including two very vocal cats.
Jenna is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America as well as Vice-President of Chesapeake Romance Writers, her local chapter of RWA. She has three series currently available: The House of Pleasure, set in Georgian England, Handful of Hearts, set in Regency England, and Time Enough to Love, set in medieval England and France.
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Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Snippet from Scavenger Falters


Alisha pushed her way through the crowded mess hall and climbed up on a table. Standing taller than the men for once, she had little trouble getting the troops’ attention and silence. “It has come to my attention that this fort still keeps dogs.”
A few snickers in the far corner got her quick attention. “I will remind each of you that reg 3.354 forbids the practice. But then you all know that. So I will tell you something else. It. Is. Wrong!” She displayed her anger in each separate word. “The Corps is not just a job. It is your family. And what type a family takes their new additions, their children, and beats, rapes and sodomizes them for the first year of their lives?”
The room was deathly quiet as she continued. “On my first day as a Ryder I was the dog, and I was nearly killed when I was purposely stalled out at three hundred feet over the Wind Farms Ridge. And before you say ‘so what’, think about how many of you would be standing here today if I had died before the Ridge and Broadtown battles?
“All of you have probably been a dog. That’s what makes the continuance of this behavior so horrible. You personally know how hurtful it is. Nobody will admit it, but you know the violence can go too far. You know Ryders who have died. So I’m telling you now. The practice of making dogs stops today! And captains, I hold you personally responsible for the health and well-being of every member of your squad. If I even suspect that someone under your care is being abused, I will come down on you so hard, you will long for the anger of the general. Is that understood?” she asked softly.
The dead silence gave no reply.
“The colonel is waiting for a reply, captains,” General Powell said from the door.
“Sir, yes, sir!” The reply came immediately.
“I hope the slowness of your response was because you were in shock at the realization of the monstrosity of this practice each of you has participated in. Because if you only replied because I prompted you, then your time as captain will be very short-lived. And I don’t just mean at this fort.” The general entered the commissary and walked to the table where Alisha stood.
“We’ve all been the dog,” he continued. “I was one, myself, when I was a cadet. But until today, I’d forgotten the horror of that year: the beatings, the abuses. When my year was up, I put it behind me. I convinced myself it made me a stronger soldier. But it didn’t make me stronger. It just made me hate a couple of officers for the next forty years.”
The remark got several nervous chuckles from some of the men.
The general was not smiling, however. “We are at war, gentlemen, and our enemy is well financed, clever, and determined. If Colonel Kane’s reasons have not convinced you that the practice of dogs must stop, then let me try one more reason. We can’t afford to waste Corps resources. Had Colonel Kane died during her time as a dog, the war would be over now. And every man here would be nothing more than a glass-framed picture on his mama’s mantel.”
The general let his words sink in for a moment and then continued.
“Now, is there any soldier here that thinks I’m not dead serious that the days of dogs have ended?”
The reply was instantaneous. “Sir, no, sir.”
“Consider this a part of the new world, gentlemen. No dogs, no rabbits, no nothing! You will treat your newest members with the same dignity and respect you expect from your own commander.” He looked up at Alisha. “Sorry for stealing your thunder, Colonel. Is there anything you’d like to add?”

“No,” Alisha said. “I think they’ve gotten the message.”

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Snippet from Scavenger Falters



Alisha struts her stuff!

Alisha shot up in a perfect vertical lift and within a few seconds, disappeared from view. Logan knew she’d go all the way to five thousand. It didn’t matter if they couldn’t see her. To pass the test, the troops would be required to go to five thousand feet, so, she’d do it as well.

“She just hit five,” Gunny announced as he watched on radar.

That was damned fast! Logan had figured she wouldn’t hit it for another five minutes. No wonder she had disappeared by the time the smoke had dispersed during the Broadtown battle. She must have already been hovering at five.

Her descent looked to be a free fall until she hit three hundred feet. Then she slowed it down, pulled a rifle from her pack and aimed at the targets and mock fired, then returned the rifle to position and landed precisely on the same two-foot circle she had taken off from.

“She wanted to use live ammo in her rifle,” the general chuckled. “One lesson and she’s ready to take it on.”

“You were right not to let her. It’s better to keep the troops focused on her flying.”

They watched as she carried her catcher over to a twenty-foot wind block and placed it on the windless side. A second wind blocker was set up a hundred yards away.

Logan knew she had re-created the Broadtown compound, except made the distance between the walls about fifteen feet longer. Given that he was going to have to fly over that damned wall, he was grateful for the extra distance. This maneuver definitely favored the lighter flyer.

For Alisha the extra distance made the maneuver so easy that she had to force herself to remain low enough that her slats even touched the wall. Logan suspected he’d need those slats to clear the last two feet.

After clearing the wall, she halted her forward movement and snapped straight up until she came to one thousand feet. From there she tracked a perfect perpendicular line crosswind, then soared downwind, stopped again and performed the third leg to a perfect square. When she reached the final upwind leg, the troops were utterly still. They all knew it was impossible to fly upwind, but they all knew she could do it. Now they were going to find out how.

The crowd murmured as her catcher collapsed. To a Ryder, a collapsed catcher meant death. Alisha leaned forward until the tips of her slats pressed against her chest. She rode upwind into the hundred-mile wind on her slats, with her collapsed catcher streaming behind her. A split second before she reached the edge of her target, she re-engaged her catcher and, precisely on the corner, she lifted back up to a hundred feet and set off diagonally into the square, touching down on each numbered circle in its order. To accomplish this without going outside the square required some incredibly tight one-eighties, but she made them look deceptively easy. As she hopped from circle eight to nine, she released her harness and flew the last eight feet on momentum, landing precisely on the mark with her rifle magically in her hand ready to fire.

Retrieving her catcher, she performed a remarkably fast takeoff. This time, instead of soaring straight up, she held at a low altitude, tracking the same black line. When she reached the upwind side, she climbed to a thousand feet and released her catcher.

There was a collective gasp by the troop. Logan understood their horror. To a flyer, an accidental harness release at a thousand feet was certain death. Yet she made it seem no stranger than her prior head-wind dive, except this time she went far beyond the square’s boundaries.

There was a collective sigh of relief as she touched down and held her balance. Logan shook his head as he realized she had that damned rifle in her hand, pretending to shoot the various targets on her path. As she ended the maneuver, she leaned on the slats, turning her direction back to the training area. She still had enough momentum to pull to a stop before the general and gave him a snappy salute.

Logan smiled, although he felt a little ill. She made it look like child’s play, but he doubted he would find anything playful about learning these maneuvers. He noticed the troops were quiet as well. He knew exactly how they felt. Watching Alisha fly was a humbling experience.


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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.

OTHER BOOKS BY LIZA O’CONNOR
SCIENCE FICTION
Sci-Fi Soap Opera with humor, romance, and science


Sci-Fi/Romance

The SkyRyders Series
Sci-Fi Romance
Scavenger Falters-releasing Dec 30th 2016
Scavenger Vanishes-coming 2017


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Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Scavenger Falters, Book 2, Liza O'Connor

Welcome to Scavenger Falters

First, let me share the main characters. 
They are the same as they were in book 1.

Meet Alisha
Unlike the rest of the SkyRyders, who had never tried to improve their Wind-Catcher over the last 60 years, Alisha saw great possibilities in modifying her catcher. These changes along with her natural talent made her skills far better than any of the other SkyRyders. So on her third day (after 2 battles which were won solely on her skills) MAC promoted her to Colonel responsible for teaching the rest of the SkyRyders how to fly.

Meet Colonel Logan

Logan reaffirms there can be no relationship between him and Alisha. She has an entire fort to teach how to fly better and he needs to learn her skills as fast as possible so he can become General of the East Coast. But can he do that? If he truly loves Alisha, can he deny the love between them?


Meet Jack Sparks
With the Broadtown Fort destroyed (book 1) space for colonels is at a premium at Capital Fort. Thus, Alisha is to bunk with Colonel Sparks. Colonel Logan is not happy and offers to bunk with Dryers so Alisha could have a room of her own, only General Powell refuses to change the room assignments. He assures Logan that the two would be too busy to get up to mischief. In truth, there is another reason why he's certain they won't be coupling rather than sleeping. And we'll find out why.

Meet General Powell
If he had a nickname, it would be Grumpy, but no one has the balls to give him a nickname. Even Jack hated the general when he first arrived. Powell has made every colonel other than Logan cry. He has a puritanical streak a mile wide, a blind eye to the making of dogs (abusing new cadets), and always demands more than is reasonable from his men.  And he hates women. Until he had to let Logan's people into the Capital Fort there has been no women in his fort. Fortunately, he is so amazed and enchanted by Alisha at first, that he appears to become a nicer general.


Scavenger Falters

Liza O'Connor


Alisha Kane, the Corps’ best flyer, is promoted to colonel, in charge of teaching the Corp’s SkyRyders her extraordinary flying maneuvers. The man she loves, Logan, continues to place the Corps first and insists they both remain focused on their work. For Alisha, this means ferreting out the best flyers in a Corps that has systematically forced great flyers into mediocrity. Logan focuses on learning Alisha’s flying techniques so that he can become the hero the East Coast desperately needs. The result includes fractured ribs and broken hearts, but through it all they never relinquish their love of the Corps. 

Excerpt

The day after the devastation of the Broadtown Fort

Logan woke to the stirring pleasure of soft kisses upon his face and a familiar hot body pressed against him. He opened his eyes, and upon realizing this was more than a pleasant dream, he escaped the bed.

“Alisha, what are you doing in here?” he demanded of the beautiful young woman who regularly tormented his dreams and presently resided in his bed.

“Waking you up.” She cocked her head to one side, causing her dark hair to cover her right shoulder. God, she looked so young and adorable fluttering those long eyelashes. “But before we can go any further, I need you to release me from a part of your order.” She climbed out of bed and put her arms around his waist. “The part forbidding me to engage in any physical or seductive actions toward you.”

Logan unwrapped her hands from around his waist and gently moved her farther away from him. “I can’t. The order remains.”

“But you love me!” she insisted. “You told me so last night before the mission!”

Logan sighed. He led her back to the bed and sat her down on the edge. “Alisha, I’ve always loved you. I think I may have loved you from the moment I set eyes on you.”

“It was the same for me!” she confessed.

He smiled and stroked her face. “But all that love doesn’t change the facts. I’m your commanding officer, I’m too old for you, and you can and will do better. My orders remain.”


SALES LINKS
The SkyRyder’s Series, Book 2
Scavenger Falters


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.

OTHER BOOKS BY LIZA O’CONNOR
SCIENCE FICTION
Sci-Fi Soap Opera with humor, romance, and science


Sci-Fi/Romance

The SkyRyders Series
Sci-Fi Romance
Scavenger Falters-releasing Dec 30th 2016
Scavenger Vanishes-coming 2017


Social Networks 


A new snippet from Scavenger Falters, releasing 12/30/16



Today, I'm sharing a bit from book 2, Scavenger Falters, releasing 12/30/16.


Alisha thought it a ridiculous hour to be dragging her to breakfast, but she had to agree that she didn’t wish to hear Powell yell so early. When they arrived at the officers’ commons, the only occupants were the general and Colonel Logan. Seeing Logan’s smile as she walked in almost made getting up in the middle of the night worth it.

However, if she thought that breakfast was going to be fun, she soon learned the error of her belief. Between bites of breakfast, all three of them were intent on feeding her bites of regulations 13-14. The general harassed her on 14; the Colonel had 13, and Jack aided on both. They would read the reg, then quiz her on its meaning, and finally Jack would provide situations and ask her which regs were relevant and what she would do.

The only thing that made the exercise tolerable was that Jack’s examples were always funny. “You’re on leave, having a nice day in the Capital, when suddenly you see a Ryder land right smack in a crowd of people on Hathworth street. Worse yet, he is completely nude. What regs have been touched upon and what is your course of action?”

“First, I ensure no civilian has been injured by his action. Then with my own money, I purchase an Indian shawl from the street vendor and order the soldier to wrap himself up. I then get the catcher out of the street because it’s a traffic hazard—”

“The regs, Alisha…” Logan reminded her.

“Reg 13.89…3?” she stated without certainty. “Except during battle conditions all effort should be made that no civilian is harmed or injured during flight exercises.”

“How do you know he’s not part of a battle squad?” Jack asked.

“This one I’ve got. Reg 3.342 states that all soldiers must be properly geared for battle. Clearly, he was not. Reg 2.67 states that on-duty officers must be in uniform. Finally, Reg 14.2…67…no, 66, says that when a soldier is not on duty and off Corps sites that his behavior is regulated by the laws and cultural standards of the place of occupancy. While nudity is not illegal in Capital, the street the soldier has landed on is mostly southern Baptist, so the sight of a nude soldier would be offensive to their cultural standards, which is why I bought him a shawl and ordered him to cover up. Reg 14.678 says that an officer is responsible for enforcing all regulations whether on or off duty, regardless of whether the offending soldier is directly under the officer’s command. That is also why I cleared the catcher, because causing a traffic obstruction is illegal in the Capital.”

“Yeah, but that is clearly never enforced,” Jack observed. “Just ask the vendor you bought the shawl from. He’s probably pulled his cart right in the middle of the street for better traffic business.”

“Reg 14.891 says the Corps is required to uphold and abide all laws currently instated, regardless whether they are enforced upon the general public.”

“That can’t be right,” Powell said and looked at his book.

“That’s what it says,” Logan observed.

“I think we should get that one rescinded as well,” Powell muttered.

Alisha nodded. “I think there are quite a few of the regs that need to be rescinded, but 14.891 is definitely one of them. It sounds good in theory, but what if a town controlled by the Drug Cartel passed a law that forbids flying or weaponry within city limits? They could dress it up real pretty: ‘Make our streets safe: ban guns.’ Show some scavengers sweeping down and stealing your groceries right out of your hands. So the town votes out the guns and flyers. Then the Cartel, which controls local enforcement, proceeds to ignore the laws and go on with their business, but now it’s a Corps-free zone. We can only send in ground troops, and they can’t carry guns.”

General Powell glared at Jack.

Jack reached behind him and grabbed paper and pen. Making a quick note, he finally looked up. “What other ones bother you?”

“Well, Reg 14.266…if that’s the ‘obey local cultural standards’ law.”

“It is,” Jack replied, “And the reason being much the same?”

“Sure. Cultural standards are difficult. For example, that law would prevent a female soldier from entering a quarter of Capital.”

“But that reg only applies when they aren’t on duty,” the general objected.

“Yes, but let’s say I walk from Hathworth Street three blocks down to Melborne, wearing these fatigues. I have violated some cultural standard on each block. Didn’t hurt anyone, and normally no one would ever complain. But what if they decided to make an issue and beat me with their god sticks…or worse drag me down into a cellar and leave me there until their God has forgiven me for my transgression? According to this Reg, the Corps can’t do a thing. When we are off duty, it cedes its control and protection over to local governments and even more frightening, local cultural standards.”

Jack didn’t even wait for the general’s nod, he just wrote it down on the sheet.

By the time Alisha had finished her ‘what ifs,’ most of the Regs in 13 and 14 were on the list.


“Who the hell approved these?” the general demanded.
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Tuesday, December 6, 2016

A snippet from book 2 Scavenger Falters

 Here's a bit between Alisha and her best friend, Jack.

Jack gently pulled her into his arms. “I would have retrieved your catcher if it had been nothing more than regulation gear. He’s just mad because I had the opportunity to do it and he didn’t.” Jack paused and then added, “And maybe because you were coming on to me shamelessly.”
“I was not!” she countered, angry that her plan had been so transparent.
“I’ve seen enough flirting to know it when I see it. You were definitely hitting on me. Now either you’ve changed your mind and you do want to sleep with me, or you and Logan had a fight this morning and you wanted to make him jealous.”
Alisha leaned her head into Jack’s chest. “I don’t want to sleep with you, Jack!” she growled with certainty.
“That’s good, because if you were seriously coming on to me, we’d have a problem.”
She glared up at him. “Am I that repulsive?”
“Not at all,” he assured her, stroking her cheekbone. “You are absolutely breathtaking, but my heart already belongs to someone else.”
“Then why are you so nice to me?” she demanded.
“Because I think you are the most extraordinary person I’ve ever met and I enjoy your company immensely.”
Alisha gave him an apologetic smile. “Thanks. I think you’re pretty swell too…as a friend.”
“I know. Your heart’s taken as well. But these old guys, they don’t cave easy.”
Alisha was on the verge of denying it was the colonel, but she hated lying to Jack, and he wouldn’t have believed her denials anyway. He knew her too well. “Is it that obvious?”
“Actually, no. You’ve got the general convinced there’s nothing going on, and he’s a sharp old bird, always looking out for that sort of trouble.”
“Then how’d you figure it out?”
“Give me credit! I’m a brilliant visionary, able to pull together bits of intel, and develop the enemy’s strategy—no, wait, that’s you. Well, then it’s probably because the speakerphone was still open when Logan confessed he loved you.”




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Tuesday, November 22, 2016

A snippet from Scavenger's Mission


Sometimes trouble can be a good thing...  A change in the weather caused Alisha's catcher to deflate at 5,000 feet. For any other flyer, this would have meant floating the chute like a parachute into the Cully River only to be devoured by meateaters, but Alisha deflates her chute entirely and rides the winds, focused on the bank. Only to survive the impact, she will need to re-engage the chute to act like a break before she hits the ground. (She's never tried this before, but it's the only chance she has at surviving.)

Alisha focused on her desired landing site, estimating her speed and mentally calculating the time she’d need to open the chute. Trusting her intuition, fifteen feet above land she pulled the toggles to reopen the catcher.
Within less than a second, she felt the jerk of the harness as the chute opened and slowed her descent. Unfortunately, the catcher was pulling her back toward the river.
Damn it! I opened it too soon.
Collapsing it again, she stretched toward the shore and hit hard on the soft, marshy edge of grass.
The grasses softened her impact, but it still took a few moments to regain her senses. She lay precariously on the riverbank with her feet dangling over the edge. Careful not to wiggle her legs or feet, lest she entice a meat-eater to jump from the water for a tasty morsel, she reached out, grabbed the bottom stalks of the tough river grass, and slowly pulled her body forward.
***
“Flyer in trouble,” the old toll-taker yelled, pointing into the air. “One of yours?”
“Damn well better not be,” Logan said as he watched the flyer with a collapsed catcher soar at an angle over the Cully River, heading toward the left bank. Logan saw no way this would end well. Yet through some incredible manipulation of the collapsed catcher, the flyer actually landed on the edge of the bank. Unfortunately, his legs dangled over the water.
“Poor fool,” Logan muttered, knowing the inevitable tragedy about to occur. At the first wiggle of those legs, the meat-eaters prowling this section of the river would break the surface and pull him under.
Logan watched in amazement as the flyer slowly pulled himself onto the bank without seeming to move at all. Only when his legs were two yards inland did the flyer stand. Logan followed the direction of the flyer’s attention and saw his catcher had fallen on the east side of the river.


“Damn lucky fool,” Logan declared as he hurried to the catcher.

Only later does he realize the 'fellow' is a young woman....

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