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 2nd 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:
GHOST LOVER To Be Released December 2, 2013
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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