Happy Wednesday! Thank you for joining me today. We have a special treat in store, so pull up a comfy seat, a fav beverage, and enjoy!
We have author Liza O’Connor on the blog sharing an interesting guest post, her latest book–WORST WEEK EVER–and a super giveaway!
Take it away Liza!!!
How this three book series came to be and the real life lessons behind it.
by Liza O’Connor.
I confess. My early love life was one train wreck after another. It wasn’t because I couldn’t get a nice boyfriend. It’s that I never tried.
I was incredibly passive in my romantic connections.
I know, hard to believe, Liza passive? But I was a different back then. I had low self-esteem due to a an over-critical father and a mother seriously lacking in parental skills.
To be fair, my dad loved me, but his father had been brutally overcritical, so he became the same with me. While overall he thought me the cat’s pajamas, on every specific thing I did, he would find fault. And all those specific failures seemed far more real than his general approbations.
Thus, when teenage hormones kicked in and I sought love. I would never go for the guy I really liked, because he was ‘too fabulous’ for me. Instead, I’d wait until some guy took interest in me and even if I didn’t really like him, I’d still become his girlfriend. And predictably, the moment I convinced myself that I really liked him, he’d dump me.
It got so bad my mother decided to choose my next date. She set me up with guy who had gotten in trouble for bringing a gun to school, and he could only get out from being grounded if I was his date. (Sounds ridiculous-but this was a redneck town in Arkansas and it’s what really happened. I’d write a better reason if this were a story.) He treated me like a case of herpes, humiliated me about a hundred times during the never-ending date. Would have gotten drunk at the bowling alley had I not challenged the waitress about serving minors drinks, then at the end of this horrible date, he attempts to jump my bones. I was strong and a practiced fighter, so I easily knocked him back and demanded to be taken home. When I got home I had words with my mother, letting her know once again she failed the minimal requirements of parenting.
A week later, she tells me I have to date him again. Like Hell! I told her to date him herself if she thought a gun toting idiot with anger issues sounded like a good time to her. She assured me he’d be nicer this time. Didn’t care, I wasn’t having it.
After that I started picking better boyfriends. And yes, they broke my heart too, but at least I wasn’t embarrassed to be around them until they did.
College: A whole new world. And once again I fell into the guys choosing me instead of me choosing them. During my senior year I met JERK at my apartment complex. I was interested in a friend of JERK’s but JERK proved to be an aggressive pursuer, capable of charm, and persistence. So even though I liked JERK’s friend far more, I ended up with JERK because he wanted me.
A year later, he asks me to marry him. I laugh and say when hell freezes over.
6 months later, we’re married.
What happened? To this day I don’t know. He was unfaithful from day we met, but since I didn’t actually like him, that was fine with me. I didn’t even care that he didn’t normally come in until 2 in the morning. (He was a grump and I needed to study.)
Then he tried to kill me in a series of ‘accidental deaths.’ On his last attempt, I realized that he wasn’t just lacking in safety concepts, no, JERK wanted me to die in an accident.
I put an end to the accidental death attempts by removing him as the beneficiary to my $500K life insurance policy that my company had bought for me.
Then one day JERK demands I drop out of graduate school and work on ‘pleasing him’ instead.
I was working full time and going to graduate school, paying all the bills, and all he’d done is try to kill me three times and would probably infect me with AIDs with all his catting about.
Finally I got it. I was doing great at work, I was the first woman to ever get the firm to pay for graduate school. In all ways I was a success, but one. I still hadn’t moved beyond the young girl with low-self esteem. I didn’t believe any marriage turned out happy. I didn’t believe men could be faithful. I had never yet experienced real love. I’d given up without every giving love a real chance.
When I divorced JERK, he threatened to kill me…again. So I changed jobs and location. (That is why my profile picture is of Carrie , not me.) (Nor would JERK recognize my name now.)
Over time, I slowly, cautiously met a fabulous guy who showed me how beautiful true love can be. Eventually, he broke my heart too, but I had ten great years of love, and given my rocky road. I feel very blessed to have experienced it.
I just wished I hadn’t taken so long to learn these life lessons. So I wrote this New Adult series about The Long Road to Love. Hopefully, it can help shorten the journey for others.
What are the life lessons I struggled so hard to learn and want to share in my books:
1) Just because a guy says he loves you doesn’t make him right for you.
2) Never settle. The moment you determine a guy is not the one, cut your losses and run.
3) When you find the guy you think is the one, put yourself out there. Don’t tell yourself you’re not good enough. You don’t have to be perfect. He may think that you’re exactly the type of girl he wants. At least give it a chance!
4) Don’t fear getting your heart broken. That’ll happen whether you chose the guy you want or some guy chooses you. At least you’ll have good memories from a true love. And who knows, maybe it will be the everlasting kind of love. It does happen, but first you need to choose the right guy.
Clearly this is one of my Liza shares too much blogs, but I do so in hopes you can learn from my mistakes.
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.
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.)
Carrie squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the thump of a body against the limo’s hood.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have insisted Sam take a shortcut,” Trent muttered beneath his breath.
She groaned softly. If her boss questioned his actions, then matters must look grim outside. She tensed even further, expecting to hear multiple bodies slam into the car.
Sam braked hard, turned right, and resumed driving a billion miles an hour. If not for the seat belts, she and Trent would’ve sailed into the front seat, and then plastered against the door. To secure her further, Trent protectively placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his warm chest.
She focused on the thumping of his heart. It beat once to three of hers. God, how can he be so calm?
Determined to match his bravery, she tried to raise her head, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Just a little longer, I hope. Sam, when do we depart this third world country?”
“Two more blocks, sir.”
“Thank God. You’ve terrified poor Carrie to death.”
Instantly, the limo’s speed dropped.
She turned her head sideways so Sam might be able to hear her words. “Your driving doesn’t frighten me, Sam, the neighborhood does.”
As if on cue, a round of three loud pops sounded, followed by three thunks into her side door. She squeaked like a mouse at the first thunk. By the third, her body shivered in fear.
Trent’s arms tightened around her as the limo picked up speed again. “We’re okay,” he assured her, then his lips pressed against her temple. His calm certainty silenced her tremors.
Having successfully soothed her, he released his outrage upon Sam. “Why the hell did you drive us through here?”
Sam calmly replied as he drove the car at a billion miles an hour, taking corners at deadly speeds. “I warned you the locals might not welcome us.”
“Someone just shot at us?” Trent yelled.
Sam’s nonchalant reply sounded almost surreal. “I’m sure they didn’t mean for you to take it personally, sir.”
Maybe none of this is happening. Maybe I fell asleep in the traffic and my dream has gone rogue.
Her heart calmed and she nuzzled closer to Trent, breathing in his masculine scent. Secure in her dream, she confessed something she never would in real life. “You smell good.”
Trent’s arms relaxed a bit and he chuckled. “It’s called Trent. I had the cologne custom developed. They assessed my natural odors and then determined the optimal combination of scents to create my unique smell.”
She snorted. Even in her dreams, he remained the strangest man she’d ever met. If she had all the money in the world, she’d try to end poverty and violence in…whatever hell they’d just driven through, not have some custom designed perfume created so she’d smell really, really good.
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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