Thursday, February 2, 2012

Guest Lizzie T Leaf

From the moment I met Lizzie T Leaf she has been a support for me. It began with meeting for coffee and a lot of encouragement from her, to finally taking the plunge to write and her on the side lines yelling "You can do it!" Her guidance, her knowledge, and her honesty led me to where I am today and I am so fortunate to have her in my corner! So without further a do, here's Lizzie, my first guest. Enjoy and don't forget to comment, there will be a drawing for a PDF of Beyond Magic, a wonderful book, and yes I have read it, in fact I have an autograph copy of it, so again, Here's Lizzie!




Last night was one of those nights, preceded by one of those days.  Woke up yesterday not feeling great yesterday for some reason.  Off my stride and unmotivated, which seemed to go along with a few aches and what-not.  Somewhere along the course of the day, I got it into my head to eat by way out of not feeling well.  That led to me consuming all the ice cream in the freezer (granted, there wasn’t a lot there), which then led to me going out to run the errand that I’d forgotten about because I didn’t feel good.

 Now there is logic here, so hang with me.  By getting out of the house to take care of an errand (yeah, right!), I went by a fast food place that I go past frequently and never stop.  But, yesterday it called to me…and I answered the call. 

From there, I convinced myself since hubby needed the ice cream to have an after dinenr treat (reality check here…why do you think I ran that errand).  And since the ice cream was on sale, maybe I should get my fav along with his.  Well, I’m sure you can imagine what came next. 

See, I cut back on sugar several months ago and my body didn’t appreciate the consumption of half a carton of ice cream.  Oh yeah, by the time my honey got home I wasn’t feeling too well and didn’t spend a lot of time visiting with him.  Hey, he doesn’t travel much these days and probably sees enough of me anyway.

As it turns out, I should have kept him company.  Went to sleep with not problem at all, then around 12:30 a.m. it began.  First I was hot, then I was cold and this required a lot of kicking off and pulling up covers through out the night, along with the beating and turning of pillows (notice please, hubby snored blissfully through all of this).  Add in six trips to the bathroom and of course the needed glass of water each time I got up (do you see another bathroom visit in my near future) created a long night. 

Making it even longer was my poor hyped-up brain from sugar overload wouldn’t shut down.  Then my Bitch Muse woke up and creativity kicked in with new story ideas, so I spent a lot of hours waiting for dawn.  When the alarm went off, I was actually happy.  If it had been a weekend night, I would have given it up after the first hour and dug out the laptop, but work days for the husband means a 4:15 a.m. rise and shine for us both.  Being a positive thinker, hope is always a toss or a turn away that sleep will win the battle and there have been nights it does.  But not last night.  So here I am, bleary-eyed and now hyped on caffeine, ready to tackle the day.

Do you have nights like that?  Nights where you know if you just lie there you mind will calm, your body will give up the fight and sleep will call you, but instead you stare into the dark waiting for dawn or the alarm to go off?


Beyond Magic is the first book in the Magical Love series.  If Lizzie’s Muse Bitch cooperates, there will be 2 new releases in the series in 2012…Emerging Magic in late April and Banshee Magic October/November.

Beyond Magic Blurb:

Following the Powers directive to unite soul mates, a Scottish Cailleach's magic will have repercussions in several realms.
 
Mixed-blood Ian McCabe, grandson of Fae and gods tries to deny his powers.  When he discovers mortal, Emma Grant unconscious at the bottom of the steps to his castle, his world starts to change.

Tour director Emma Grant's bus breaks down and her effort to find help results in a fall that knocks her unconscious.  She awakens to find the man of her dreams staring into her eyes.

But will his secrets and her distrust of men tear them apart?


Excerpt:

“Sire, it appears we have a female lying at the bottom of the front steps.”

“What?” Ian whirled his chair around from the computer screen and stared at his butler. Was the elf up to one of his tricks? Proper to the point of boring most days, occasionally a side of Helmond surfaced in the form of a jokester on some unsuspecting soul. Ian narrowed his eyes and studied the little man. “Is this one of your attempts to liven things up around here?”

Helmond’s body went rigid and his voice assumed a hoity tone. “I assure you, Sire, this is not meant to be humorous. Come see for yourself.” He turned on his heel as smartly as any parade soldier and headed for the door.
The old guy’s poker face had given nothing away. In fact, if anything he seemed insulted by Ian’s insinuation that the announcement was an attempt to pull his leg. Why did things happen when he had at long last hit a creative spurt? The words flowed easily today and he resented the interruptions. This better not be a joke or he’d have the little man’s hide.
Helmond already held the door open as Ian approached. A blast of wind and rain slapped him in the face while he looked over the butler’s shoulder. There did appear to be a body at the bottom of the steps. How strange.

He stepped around the old elf and left him to hold the door as he ran down the steps to the listless form. Rain soaked clothes plastered to her body and left no doubt it was a woman…a very well developed woman.

Ian knelt beside her, lifted a wrist and placed a finger on her pulse point. Light, but steady. That was a good sign. He closed his eyes and held his hands over her body, allowing his senses to determine the extent of any damage. A slight concussion where she hit her head appeared to be the only real area of concern. No surprise, she was on the verge of hyperthermia. He had no idea how long she’d been here.
He placed his hands over the knot on her head and directed a flow of energy in the form of light to heal the spot. The swelling receded and his hands heated while the crack in her skull mended. She’d have a headache when she came around, but that would be the worst of the damage.

Lifting the limp female in his arms, he carried her up the steps where Helmond held the door open. He’d find out the how and why, and who, when she came to. Right now, the important things were to get her out of the wet clothes then get her warm. A wave of sudden passion swept through him when he held the woman’s body against his.
What in bloody hell? That’s never happened to me before.

He looked down at the still face and another surge of heat ripped through him. The woman in his arms did nothing to entice him. She was unconscious and he had to be barmy…totally mad. Neither thought prevented an erection equal to any he had during his hormone ridden adolescent years. Ian focused his mind on climbing the steps, one step at a time, in an attempt to quell his lust.

“Turn down the covers on the bed in the room next to mine and bring me some wrapped hot stones,” he instructed his butler. He’d get her undressed and under the covers. The stones at her feet would eliminate the chill.

Stripped down to her matching bra and panties, Ian discovered a female more voluptuous than he originally thought. He could understand why artists loved to paint a woman with curves instead of angles. The bit of wet lace she probably considered underwear resisted his attempt to remove it. Finally, he managed to get it down her legs and over her feet, then turned his focus to the lacy bra. Thankfully, the hook allowed its easy removal and her lush breasts to spill free.

Ian stood and admired the nude body stretched against the white sheets. The patch of hair between her thighs was the same deep auburn as on her head. He should be ashamed for blatantly staring, but he made no effort to pull up the covers until he heard the approach of footsteps. Instead, he watched the rise and fall of her full breasts, while resisting the urge to cup one in his hand to see if they were as soft as they looked.

The passion that had subsided now returned anew; his cock so hard, it hurt. Granted it had been awhile since he’d had a woman, but he wasn’t a teenager with raging hormones any longer. By the gods, it appeared his paternal genes were no longer dormant.
His grandfather couldn’t keep his pants up and his grandmother couldn’t keep her dress down. The throb of his erection confirmed he’d inherited more from his father’s family than he wanted to admit. Just what he didn’t need; out of control sexual urges.

“Sire, the hot stones you requested.”

Helmond carried a basket filled with the towel covered rocks, which Ian took from the little man. Grateful for the interruption, Ian pulled the covers loose from the bottom of the bed and placed the warmth around his patient’s feet.
“Have cook prepare a hot broth for our guest, Helmond. I’m sure when she awakens she will still feel chilled.”

“Certainly, Sire. And what shall I do about the vehicle a short distance from the entrance to our driveway?”

Ian shot a surprised look in the butler’s direction. “By the gods, what on earth are you rambling about now?”

The corners of Helmond’s mouth twitched upward for a brief second. “One of the woodcutters discovered a small coach. He says there are more females in it.”

“Bloody hell.” If Helmond wasn’t playing tricks, then maybe the Fates were the jokesters. A little joke at his expense wasn’t beneath that august group. Obviously, they thought his life too simple and decided he needed more excitement.

Or were the Big Os involved in this mess? Whatever, a bus full of female mortals would create enough excitement to last him an eternity.

He glanced at the still woman. She likely belonged to the coach people and they might soon worry. “Arrange for them to be brought to the castle and make them feel welcome.” If immortals could get headaches, he’d have a migraine about now. Speaking of headaches, he’d better have some aspirin brought in also. When she awakened, she needed to have enough discomfort to not be suspicious of the healing he’d maneuvered.

“Yes, Sire. Shall I assign them rooms?”

Ian looked out the window. The rain now came down in sheets. If this woman left her companions to venture out in the driving wet, then something must be wrong with the vehicle. If that were the case, it would be at least tomorrow before the coach could be repaired. His magic didn’t extend to mechanical problems. No, the repairs would be done the old fashion way; by a mechanic.

“Yes. Prepare the guest rooms and inform the kitchen of the additional meals needed. Also, bring the bottle of aspirin I keep in the bathroom Mr. Brian uses when he sleeps over.”

A moan from the female drew Ian’s attention back to the bed. Now partially dried, the red hair created a wavy halo around her porcelain face. He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat. She moaned again and her eyes lids fluttered, once, twice, then slowly opened.
Ian stared into eyes the exact shade of his favorite sherry-aged whisky and at that moment, he knew who the message on the wind was meant for. The throbbing erection that tented his kilt dispelled any doubts.

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7 comments:

  1. Hmm very interesting. Not typically something I would read, but I might be persueded to read it some time.

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  2. It's actually a fun read, I think you would like it April! Thanks for commenting!

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  3. So good to see you on Lisa's blog Lizzie! I can relate to your night of no rest, I've had them myself. Your Magic series sounds like a lot of fun! I haven't read a romance book in ages, might have to pick yours up!

    I would love to have you as a guest blogger on my site sometime. Maybe when your ready to release the next book in the series?

    Enjoyed the excerpt!
    Robin

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  4. Thank you for having me as a guest, Lisa. You know I adore you, girl. Your hard work to improve your writing skills and you caring heart also makes me an admirer.

    You have talent my friend, so keep up the good work!

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  5. Thank you, April. A lot of people are discovering or re-discovering the various romance genres of today. It's safe to say most are not your mama's romance books...*g*

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  6. R.G., delighted to see you here and thank you for your comment. Hope you do try my book and let me know how you like it.

    And yes, IM me on FB to set up a date for your blog. My next release is late April or early May.

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  7. Thanks Lizzie for being a guest on my site. I know there wasn't a lot of comments, but my site is still young. And thanks for the kind words, I appreciate you so much!

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