It Was All The Daisy’s Fault

My 20th book is live! I can remember the day that my very first book, Holiday Ties, went live. I thought “that’s it. I’ve done it.”

But here’s the thing about writing. It’s addictive. I wanted to do more. So, I did. And even more after that. It’s been an incredible eight years.  Thank you for going on this book journey with me.

Now, about Cole and Scarlett. Some people call Scarlett the devil. Others say she’s an angel. Cole isn’t sure which. Thankfully for us, Scarlett decided to help him clarify his assessment–mostly by being herself. Finding your courage to become fully yourself is a common theme in my books. This one is no exception. Let’s just say Scarlett taught me a lot.

As always, thank you for reading. xo

Get on Amazon, Apple Books, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and Google Play!

“You can’t dangle all your p*rnly masculinity in front of me and then expect a girl to behave.” ~ Scarlett Bloom

Book friends, meet my next heroine of the upcoming It Was All The Daisy’s Fault steamy romcom.

 

I am 1000% not responsible for her. She’s her own woman.

She also has a teeny tiny problem with monitoring her mouth. Our hero, Cole, a buttoned-up (and super-hot) heart surgeon, has no idea what to do with her. (Until he does.)

Watch for more Daisy’s Fault news in next month’s News From Elizabeth. If you’re not subscribed, now would be a good time! Sign up here!

I can’t wait to hear what you think about this new book.

Conversations With Characters

My characters are usually so bossy, but this one?
Me: Come out, come out wherever you are!
Her: No.
Me: But why not? You had such a good idea.
Her: {{peeks head out}} You think?
Me: Oh, I do, I do! Look. I have chocolate. and wine {{lifts wine bottle}}
Her: I’m allergic to chocolate.
Me: Who’s allergic to chocolate?
Her: Me. See? You don’t want to hear from me at all. {{shrinks back into closet}}
Me: What? Are you, like, five years old?
Her: {{Gasps!}} I am a grown woman. And, I cannot be lured with your frivolous gifts.
Me: You sound regency. We don’t do regency.
Her: You will if I say.
Him: Come out, come out, little one.
Her: {{Shoots out of closet like a cheeta}}
Me: Who the heck are you?
Her: Shhh, you might scare him away.
Him: I brought toys. The adult kind. {{looks at me}}
Her: She’s not invited.
Me: Um, I’m the writer? I am not wasting 40,000 words on a suddenly shy heroine.
Her: I shall consider your participation, minion.

It Was All The Cat’s Fault — Now Live!

My latest steamy romantic comedy is now live! {{Insert all the usual Woots-Happy Dances-Celebratory Awkward Moves here.}}

This story was tons of fun to write. Not only did bedroom shenanigans ensue with Brent and Eve, Thor–one very adventurous Maine Coon cat–encourages it!

This bossy kitty waltzed into my office one and announced he also needed a role. Needless to say, he upstaged my hero and heroine a few times.

But Brent, our hero? His hotness cannot be denied.

Early Reviews!

“…Brent is definitely the unexpected!”

“…sizzling chemistry!”

“…Charming and most definitely sexy!”

“A feel-good book that is so needed!”

“Thor, the cat, stole the show. I loved his personality throughout the whole book.” 

THOR! How did you get into my computer and pull this last quote? He is looking innocently at me, but I know better.

He says “buy the book. I’m in it.” Cats are so bossy….

Get From Amazon Here.

Get a print copy from Amazon here.

Buy from Barnes & Noble (ebook) here.

Get a print book from Barnes &Noble here.

Buy from Apple Books

Download at KOBO

Conversations with Characters

 
Oy. My brain hurts.

Me: I don’t think he should do that? <<stares at ceiling>>  Should he? <<back to keyboard>> No. Definitely not.
Him: Yes, I should.
Me: I’m not writing about you…whoever you are.
Him: You should. Because I would definitely do that to them.
Me: Her. Singular.
Him: I want two.
Me: Of course you do. Go find another writer to bother.
Him: I would smack her ass harder, though. This woman can attest. <<gestures to my open office door>>
Me: You brought someone with you?
Her: You called?
Me: I did not.
Him: I called you, sweetheart. On your knees now.
Me: Don’t. You. Dare. I’m working here and I will not be distracted by…
Him: <<slap>>
Me: Oooo, you’re pretty good at that.
Him: Start typing.