Liza O'Connor Writes About Ghost Lovers Plus Book Giveaway

Veronica Scott sez: Today we have a guest contributor, Liza O’Connor, with a fun column on ghost lovers since her new book is entitled GHOST LOVER (to be released December 2^nd so mark your calendars!). Liza is giving away a copy of her current book WORST WEEK EVER to one randomly selected Commenter so be sure to comment!

And now the hero of GHOST LOVER takes over:

Good day to you. I am known as Renoir Lassier, the famous artist and lover extraordinaire of the 15th century. In truth, I was born Ruylan Durran.

As with all Durrans since we gained control of this land in the twelfth century, when
I died, I became a ghost. There’s something special in the soil around the castle. Everyone buried in the family cemetery becomes a ghost.

With each passing century, the ghosts of Durran Castle continue to grow. There’s almost ninety of us now, which would make the place dreadfully crowded, except

most of the ghosts find the effort to create full body apparitions not worth their time. So they just float about in bright globes. Gives the castle a festive look. 

I, on the other hand, wished to still make love to the women even after my death. Eternity would be hell otherwise.

Thus, I took the trouble to discover how to create a body with substance before I died.

Now, a few of the Durran ghosts have managed to pull in some color, but the only one capable of passing as a living, breathing human is myself. The intricacies to do so far exceed the complexity of normal materialization.

However, given my love of women, I was determined to achieve this nearly impossible feat.

And I did. I am an authentic ghost lover and may I say, women do love me.

Sadly, the scientific community has labeled women’s affection for me as a mental illness called Spectrophilia.

I assure you, the nearly one million women I have made love to were delightfully sane, beautiful and in desperate need of love. I consider it an honor, nay my duty, to help them out. And to be honest, most had no idea I’m a ghost at all.

And now to the book named in my honor:

Ghost Lover

By Liza O’Connor

Contemporary Romance with a touch of paranormal

Blurb

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

Completely 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.  

Excerpt

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.”

AUTHOR INFO

About Liza O'Connor

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.

FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT 

LIZA O'CONNOR:

Liza's Blog and Website   Facebook   Twitter

GHOST LOVER To Be Released December 2, 2013

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FREEBIE!!!!

To One Lucky Commenter, I’ll give away one copy of Worst Week Ever

What do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with an egoistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?

A humorous disaster romance of epic proportions.

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