Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Liza wants to solve a problem-How to remove white background strips from your blog.

You know how you’ll sometimes lift material from an email and when it comes over to the blog, if you have a colored background, it has this god awful white strip behind the letters making your blog look like a kidnap ransom letter.


Here’s the fastest way I’ve found to fix it.
Change to HTML (Blogger/blogspot) or TEXT (Wordpress)
Copy All to empty Word doc.
(Don't try to isolate the problem, just Ctrl A and copy the whole blog)

<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 22.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I HAVE KIDNAPPED YOUR DOG. SHE IS INCREDIBLY ANNOYING. I'LL PAY YOU $20 TO TAKE HER BACK</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">

<span style="font-size: 22.0pt;"><br /></span></div>….

I know. Looks a bit intimidating, but you don't have to read it, just follow these simple instructions:

1) Pull up the find & replace function in Word.

2)Type in the find box: background-color: white

3) Put empty space bar click in the replace box  

4) Replace all

5) Then modify the find box to read: background: white

6) Hit Replace all

(For some reason, sometimes both 'background-color' and 'background' are used, so it's better to attempt to delete both.)

Then copy the HTML back to web page’s HTML or TEXT page

Change back to the View page, hit preview and the white strips should be gone and you can actually read the words: 


Congratulations! You're getting $20!
and your dog back.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Liza O'Connor interviews the book Adrenaline Rush by Rebecca Royce

Today, we will capture a potentially dangerous book. I'm a little worried.

Space Rep: Why? We spacenap books all the time.

Liza: True, but this book is about superheroes. And when you pit yourself against a hero you become what?

Space Rep: I don't know.

Liza: Squished if you aren't careful.

Space Rep: Maybe we shouldn't spacenap anything.

Liza: We've no choice. It's what we do. So  turn off the microwave and turn on the transponder.

Space Rep: I got a bad feeling about this.

Liza: I'm not feeling warm and fuzzy either.
Welcome Adrenaline Rush. Mind if I call you Rush?

Book: Well, I am in a hurry, so ...why not?

Liza: So tell us about yourself.

Rush: Ace Hudson has worked for his brother, Draco, at Powers, Inc. since it opened.

Liza: Yes, I recall reading about that in another book. I believe you can no longer go into work because of a dalliance with  you handler.

Rush: *Pages flutter* Not me. My character Ace did that. I'm a proper book and mind my pages. Unfortunately, Ace is not so constrained. May I continue MY story please.

Liza: Yes, of course.

Rush: Ace spends his days trying to balance his job  of protecting the world with taking care of his teenage brother, Lael.

Liza: He must be exhausted.

Rush: Actually, just the opposite. He must spend his nights trying to overcome the overabundance of adrenaline in his body that makes him lose control. 

Liza: By himself? That sounds boring. He needs to get a new girlfriend. Just one that isn't his handler.

Rush: He does have a secret crush on a celebrity chef who makes home-cooked meals look sexier than they have a right to be.

Liza: That sounds interesting. Tell me more

Rush: Alice Styles runs an empire based on her ability to make people want to eat what she cooks. When she’s nearly killed on live television in a situation straight out of one of her childhood nightmares, she reluctantly asks Ace Hudson to help keep her safe.

Liza: And it was love at first sight.

Rush: Not even close. It was instant dislike and which eventually worked it's way to mutual pleasure.

Liza: And they live happily ever after right?

Rush: Not so fast. Ace and Alice do not have an easy path to love. They have to deal with their egos and personal barriers first.

Liza: And then they have their happily ever after?

Rush: Sorry to say there's a looming threat just waiting for a moment to possess Alice.

Liza: Okay, now I'm worried. Open your covers and let me read.

Rush: Sorry, no can do. Alice has put some recipes in here she does not wish to share.

Liza: Not a problem. I hate cooking. Now open up.

Rush: Alice says doubly no now.

Liza: I'm call Rebecca Royce if you don't open up your covers.

Rush: No can do.

Liza: Space Rep, find me a link to Amazon. They'll let me read the book.

Space Rep: Sorry. It's not on Amazon yet. 


Space Rep: This isn't my fault!

Rush: She sounds like she's incurred demon possession. Call Ace!

Space Rep: No she's just growls when she doesn't get her way. Are you sure you can't open your pages?

Rush: I'd like to return to Rebecca now.

Space Rep: For a price. Give me your Buy Link.
Rush: If you insist

Buy Link

Space Rep: Great. Now go before Liza rips your pages out. She's like a 5 year old child when she doesn't get her way.

Rush: A five year old child. Dear God! I'm calling Ace for help.

Space Rep: Just jump into the transponder and you'll be fine.

*sighs with relief when door closes* 

I better feed Liza, that usually makes her stop growling.


Thursday, January 23, 2014

Liza O'Connor interviews A.M. Griffin about Dangerously Hers

Today, we have the fabulous A.M. Griffin here to answer some questions and tell us about Dangerously Hers.

Peep Rep: Does she come bearing gifts?

Liza: In fact, I found a little note attached to an alien's leg. 

The author will be awarding a Grand Prize of a handmade bookmark, signed cover flat, pens, flash drive, keylight key chain, a Loving Dangerously t-shirt, a signed copy of Fondled and Gobbled and a $20 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. (US ONLY)

Plus, a runner's up prize of a $20 Amazon GC will be awarded to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

Peep Rep: Wow! That's two fabulous prizes! What do I have to do to win them?

Liza: Complete the Rafflecopter at the end of the blog.

Peep Rep: Well, let's get to it then!

Liza: I sent A.M Griffin a billion questions and culled it down to ten once I got them back.

1)            Describe your spaceship and how you came to own it.

I came about it the same way Kane and his crew came about theirs in Dangerously Yours. I stole it. Yep, I have over thrown my alien captors and stole it. There’s someone in my crew who has flown military planes and jets so that makes him very qualified to learn how to fly a spaceship (in my head it does). And just like Kane and his crew we stick it to everyone who has done us wrong by lurking in space and stealing goods from unsuspecting aliens.

2)            What do you dream about at night?

Alien invasions! I dream that aliens have come and my family is separated from me. I dream that I’ve joined some type of militia and have vowed to give the aliens hell while they’re here. Since this is my dream and at this point in it the dream has taken a lucid turn, I have found my family and we are all fighting the alien bastards and winning. I can't have my dream ending on a sour note.

3)            Why do aliens keep visiting Earth? Are we really that interesting?

I think we are pretty interesting or they wouldn’t keep coming or have never left. I think they study us much like the same way that we study the behaviors of ants or the mating patterns of birds or the family dynamics of primates. They want to learn more about us and want to learn what makes us tick. I don’t believe that they see us as a threat or danger to anyone but ourselves. I think their interest in purely scientific in nature.

4)            What event occurred in your life that has influenced your novels?

I had an alien experience when I was younger. It’s no secret. When it happened I told everyone at home and even went to school the next day and told everyone there. From there I developed an obsession with science fiction that I haven’t been able to shake (not that I want to). The experience has definitely influenced my thinking, I say for the better but I’m sure my husband would say something entirely different. He’s the one who has to listen to the “alien invasion plan”.
Me: First things first, when things pop off, we meet at the house. Secondly… (so on).

5)            Do you think humor has a place in Sci Fi? 

Most definitely! It all depends on what you consider as humor. In Dangerously Hers, Jess has an internal monologue that I find to be quite humorous. I think most of us do. I try to infuse a little bit of humor in all of my books whether it is with internal monologue or a snarky tongue.  But since I’m working with aliens who don’t understand human nuances I work mainly with that. I love reading books that make me laugh and cry. I think if an author has done that they’ve done a very good job in perfecting their writing technique.

6)            How does your family feel about your writing and you being an author?

They are very proud of me. Most people would find that surprising since I also write erotica. But I know that I’m very lucky to have such and open and loving family. I remember my now deceased grandmother asking me if she could read one of my books and I told her it was way too nasty for her precious little eyes and that tickled her. I’m very fortunate and I don’t take any of it for granted.

7)            What's your favorite line in the story?

Jess reaches for Rasha’s jango which is a sword-like weapon and he pulls away from her, telling her that she shouldn’t try to take a warrior’s weapon. He then feels a little guilty and lowers it so that she can look at it. Being the snarky girl that she is, she responds with this.
“Never mind. You're acting like it’s been kissed by Jesus or something.”
That line cracks me up because Rasha, being the alien has no idea who Jesus is.

8)            If your main character had been allowed to write the novel rather than you, how would the story have been different?

Wow. If Jess was writing this story it would have been a long drawn out story about how she exacted revenge on all the aliens who abused her while she was at the brothel and then we would follow her as she climbed the political ladder of Sonis. It would not be a love story because in Jess’ mind she has no time for it. It would be all about business.

If Rasha wrote the story it would be short and to the point. He saw Jess. He wanted her. She wanted him. And they mated. The end. LOL. I’m dealing with two different personalities here.

9)            How would you describe your relationship with your muse? 

My muse strikes whenever and wherever. I haven’t really got my muse to work on a schedule. Sometime I love my muse and sometimes I’m not really happy with her.  Can't very well write a scene while I’m driving, but since my muse has taken over I’m forced to pull out my cell phone and press the record button. I’m learning her ways.

Have you ever needed intervention?

Yes! If my muse strikes in the middle of the night my husband is the one who tells me and her to save my work and close my laptop. My muse isn’t particularly happy when he does this but she knows not to mess with the hubby.

10)    Tell us the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.

I’ve done some crazy things in my life, but I wouldn’t say I’ve done anything crazy. When I was 14 my best friend and I were riding our bikes downtown when we heard a band practicing. We went into their apartment and asked to join as back-up singers. We told them we were 18 and just like that we joined The Woo Woo’s. We went to all the rehearsals but they ended up kicking us out of the band because we never showed for any of the shows. They were at bars and we couldn’t get in. Now that was crazy, but I wouldn’t say stupid. It would have turned into a stupid idea if we would have been harmed, but we weren’t. So crazy, not stupid.

Liza: And now let's discover a fab new book:
Dangerously Hers
by A.M. Griffin



Loving Dangerously, Book Three Jess hates aliens. After the invasion that destroyed Earth, the extraterrestrial bastards sold her to a brothel as a sex slave. She may have escaped but the old memories and fears still linger in the dark corners of her mind. Supposedly Sonis is just the place for her—somewhere safe, where she can heal and start fresh. She’s almost hopeful…until she meets Rasha, her new boss.

Rasha, Captain of the Sonis Royal Guard, is a warrior through and through. He’s huge, sinfully sexy and could have any woman on Sonis—but the woman he wants is Jess. He’s very much an alien and Jess knows she should hate him or at least be wary, but whenever he’s around, she loses control. She tells herself it’s only sex—amazing, mind-blowing sex like nothing else she’s ever experienced—but there’s something about Rasha that shakes her soul. The feel of his skin against hers, the look in his eyes as he touches her—they make her want to believe it’s possible to find love and begin again.

A Romantica® science fiction erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


Rasha raised it out of her grasp. “You should never try to take a warrior’s weapon.”

She pulled her hand back in record speed. “I wasn’t trying to take it. I wanted to feel it.”

He lowered his weapon in front of her.

She flicked her hand out nonchalantly. “Never mind. You're acting like it’s been kissed by Jesus or something.”


“Forget about it. It’s precious, I get it.”

“There’s no reason to get upset. If you no longer want to touch this weapon, I have another…weapon…you can touch.”

She shifted on her feet, feeling the bumbling idiot trying to rise to the surface. “No, thank you.” Yes, please.

He ran his hands down his muscular thighs. “Another time then?”

Jess had the fleeting thought of him running his hands on her. Oh jeez, how good would those hands feel on me.


“I shall leave you alone. I’m sure you have plenty of work to do.”

“Alone? again?” As she spoke, she immediately wanted to take the words back.

He cocked his head. “I could stay if you wish. Eva said you would need ‘space’ in the beginning.”

She snorted. The sound wasn’t pretty at all. She might as well have oinked like a pig while she was at it. “I don’t wish you to stay.”

“Really? Are you sure? We could do something about that.”

Was his voice always this deep?

She picked at her hair nervously. “About what?”

He inhaled sharply. “I can smell you.” Then he let his gaze drop to crotch.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog
owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.

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Monday, January 20, 2014

Hubble works hard bring us deep space shots

Poor old Hubble. It works so hard, staring into what appears to be empty space. Straining it's lenses, keeping them open forever, all so we can discover the space isn't empty, but filled with either colorful flying saucers or a huge quantity of galaxies, making us more insignificant than ever.

Or is it?

Recently we learned that space is just a hologram. But if space is construct of our brains, how does Hubble see it?

Has Hubble become sentient and incurs creative delusions like the rest of us? Or do we program our delusions into it?

Does it create a photo filled with galaxies because that is what we expect to find?

Like the light photons that appear where scientist expect them to be, the same goes for galaxies. Believe and it will appear.

Forget space. Is reality a hologram of our expectations?

I'm going to stop now, because this is really creeping me out. What if this isn't the insane ramblings of an author who does not get enough sleep. What if it's true?

How do Quantum Physicists sleep at night? I'm going to be up all night questioning reality now.

This is what happens when Liza stays up into the wee hours of the morning and remembers she needs to write a blog because people are afraid to come on her blog anymore. 

Save my readers! If you have a sci fi, futuristic, or fantasy novel you wish to promote, contact me at and let me know.

Friday, January 17, 2014

Liza O'Connor interviews Captured Minds by Rebecca Odum

Today I'm interviewing the book Captured Minds by R.A. Odum.

Space Rep: Captured Minds...that should be criminal. Is it illegal to capture minds?

Liza: You're the Space Rep. Don't they give you a manual that answers such questions.

Space Rep: No, I asked for the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy instead.

Liza: That explains so much. Well, turn the transponder on and let's get the book over here so we can questions it.

Space Rep: Hold on, I'm cooking a souffle.

Liza: In a microwave? Give it up. Never happening. Get the book over her now!

Liza: Is that the book or your souffle?

Space Rep: Not sure.

Liza: Thank Goodness! Welcome Captured Minds. May I call you Cap.

Space Rep: Just agree with her, she's grumpy right now.

Cap: Why can't I be called Captured Minds?

Space Rep: Because Liza can't type correctly if your name exceeds three letters.

Cap: Ah I see. Hello... human,... Do... you... know... what... a... book... is?

Liza: Do you know what a paper shredders is?

Cap: *Pages flutter* Sorry, it seems I've opened up to the wrong page.

Liza: Not your fault. I'm just out of sorts with Space Rep.

Space Rep: Where'd my souffle go?

Cap: My author, Rebecca Odum, assumed it was for her. Looked really good.

Liza: Glad to hear it. Now tell me about yourself.

Cap: For the last decade, famine has gripped the once thriving land of Zoar. 

Liza: That's not good. People get really grumpy when they don't eat.

Space Rep: Tell me about it.

Cap: With money and food dwindling, seventeen-year-old Raven Montgomery longs for something more than working in the library.

Space Rep: She can have my job.

Liza: Ignore him. I want to know more about Raven.

 Cap: Driven by her love of learning, she enters a competition hosted by the Other World, where she will test her knowledge in order to win supplies Zoar desperately needs. 

Liza: excellent. I'm sure she'll win.

Cap: Before she can do so, Zoar’s ruler is killed, and hours later the Other World closes its door. 

Space Rep: How does a planet close it's doors? 

Liza: Cap was speaking euphemistically. Right Cap?

Cap: Nope.  Zoar and the Other World are separated by a tunnel and there is a door going into the tunnel and one on the other side. The one leading into the Other World can only be opened from that side so if they close it, people can go through the tunnel but they won’t be getting into the Other World. Also, people can take a train from Zoar to the Other World and that is how Raven and her friends get there.

Liza: I see, rather like adjoining rooms in a hotel. Now back to Raven. How'd she take the news of her ruler's demise and the euphemistic doors closing?

Cap: Raven can’t believe the two events are connected. Yet, when she stumbles across Other World technology that holds classified information, she learns there may be more to the competition than meets the eye.

Space Rep: Oh, I love finding classified information.

Cap: Sure that her ruler’s death is somehow linked, she now faces the challenge of revealing the truth behind the Other World’s sinister ways before both lands are changed forever.

Space Rep: How is she going to do that?

Cap: You must read the story to find out.

Liza: Then crack open your covers and give us a peek.

Cap:  All right, but do not dog ear my pages.

 Union City, Zoar

“Imagine never opening a textbook or sitting at a desk. Imagine having the information you learn in school being handed to you without lifting a finger. For the kids of today and tomorrow, this can be a reality….”

The words blurred together and Raven Montgomery rubbed her eyes. No homework? No tests? She squinted at the tiny writing in the right hand corner. New York, it read.

That’s in the Other World. Maybe it’s magic after all.
On the bedside table, her mirror flashed green. She snatched it up and found a new message. She touched the screen, and the Ruler’s face appeared.

“Good evening, Zoarians. I am pleased to announce that starting at nine tomorrow morning, the Competition Board will be accepting applications.”

Raven turned off the mirror and took in her wall-to wall bookshelves. In less than an hour, she’d gather with kids who owned as many books as she did.  Today she wasn’t the lone girl no one understood, unable to control her need to voice the information running through her head.

Bet everyone there can pick up one of their books and recall every single word of information on every page.

She slowly moved to her chair and was halfway to the closet when her bedroom door opened.  Her older sister, Kate strode into the room, already dressed in a white short-sleeved dress, a black belt around her waist. She'd pinned her long, straight red hair in a bun.  What stood out most was the red lipstick, almost like blood next to her whitish complexion. Raven bit back a laugh. She looked like one of those women in the magazines she’d found in the attic once—perfectly put together.

“What?” Kate cocked her head to the side. “Stop looking at me like that. I want to look my best.”
Raven’s giggle died, and she put on her signature pout, used only in the presence of her family. 
Since when did Kate care about looking her best?

 “And I don’t? Gee, thanks.”  She glided her hand along the row of dresses. “I have no idea what to wear. Where’s Ava? She promised she’d help.” She usually threw on the first unwrinkled dress, much to her other sister’s dismay, but today was important. 

 “Ava said to wear this.”  Kate tossed a solid blue short-sleeved dress onto the bed.  “Hurry! Mom said we gotta leave in an hour.”  She patted Raven’s shoulder and walked out of the room.
Raven peeled off her nightshirt and slipped on the dress. She ran a brush through her long, straight black hair, pulled it back into a high ponytail and dug out her heels from the back of the closet.  With the folded application in her pocket, she made her way into the living room. Ava, Kate’s twin, sat on the couch with her best friend Maggie Tisdale,who was clad in her favorite red dress and black heels.   Maggie’s long blonde hair wasn’t in its usual braid, but flowed freely down her shoulders.

“There you are.” Ava said with a smile. “You both look beautiful. Blue is the perfect color on you. Brian says there’s already a line.”  She wrapped her flowered robe around herself, her red hair in a messy bun—a far cry from the usual dresses, makeup and fancy heels she wore every day.

 “Let’s go! We’ll be waiting in line until next Tuesday,” Maggie said, tugging on Raven’s arm. “I want to get there before I lose my nerve.”
Raven started for the door, but a sharp pain slicing through her temple and down her right arm and leg made her freeze. In all the excitement, she hadn’t anticipated pain this early.

How stupid can I be? Mom will probably make me take my chair, too.

Tears prickled her eyelids, but she refused to let them fall. She stood at Kate’s waist. People already jumped to conclusions.

“Here, honey.” Her mother’s hands were steady as she injected Raven with the needle and took a step back. “Let me get a picture of you two.”
Raven sighed and  put her arms around Maggie’s shoulders, their heads touching. There was no one else could she stand next to and not feel like an insect. Since Maggie’s family had moved in across the street four years ago, the two were 
inseparable. She was grateful every day to have someone to share her unusual height, brittle bones, pain that felt like  needles down her legs and arms and headaches with. Not to mention the need of a wheelchair.

I better not need it today.

“Okay. All done. Go have fun.”

“Thanks!” Raven followed Maggie outside. At the end of the drive a carriage waited, its doors open. Brian, Ava’s fiancĂ©, stood next to it clad in his green Guard’s uniform. His light brown hair was slicked back, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes.

“You’re the best guy Ava could’ve picked to marry,” Raven said. She dangled the folded up piece of paper in his face. “You think your new job can get me instant results?”

Brian laughed and patted her arm. “Not a chance, little lady.” He opened the door and helped her and Maggie inside. “I’ll be up front with the driver.”

She took in the familiar scenes of the city as the carriage bounced down the street: people walking along the sidewalks past the one-story brown houses that lined the street on both sides, children holding hands as they walked to the schoolhouse, parents on their way to work. It wasn’t hard to pick out those that were turning in their application. People dressed up for the occasion. To have your name picked to take the exam was an honor, and everyone took it seriously. The square already swarmed with people when they approached the palace and the carriage stopped a few blocks away. The line ran down the sidewalk, past the diner and clothing store.

The early morning breeze blew a strand of hair into her face as Brian lifted her out of the carriage. Once Maggie was down, the two linked arms and made their way to the back of the line. The sun radiated intense heat from a light purple sky, and Raven fanned her face.

“I’ll see you shortly.”  Brian waved and disappeared through the gate to join the other guards. The line inched forward and Raven could not hold back a grin. In a few short minutes they’d deliver their application.

“I’m so nervous,” Maggie said, twirling her hair around her left hand. “Why did I let you talk me into this?”

Raven gently took Maggie’s hand in her own. “You’ll be fine. We both will. We can do this.” The line started to move and she pulled Maggie after her.
“Everyone, please hand your application to the nearest guard and be on your way,” a guardsman shouted.

Murmurs floated through the crowd as Raven searched for Brian. He’d know what the announcement was about. He arrived by their side seconds later, his expression grave.

“What’s happening?” she blurted.

“The Ruler was found dead.”

Space Rep:  Oh no!

Liza: Don't worry, I'm sure Raven is smart enough to figure this all out.

Space Rep: But she's not seeing the whole picture.

Liza: But she will. That's the great thing about smart people. They are always willing to reassess the situation when they get new data.

Space Rep: I want to read this!

Liza: Then go find the link

Space Rep:  Got it!

Buy Link

Liza: Good job, Space Rep. Can you find info about Rebecca.

Space Rep: On it!

RA Odum grew up and still lives in Georgia. Her love for writing and stories started in her grandmother's attic and never stopped. Born sixteen weeks early and loss of vision in one eye, RA faces obstacles head on. From the time she was very small, she has had a host of characters in her head, screaming for their stories to be told. When she is not writing, she loves to spend time with her family, sing and read. She also enjoys learning and teaching others American Sign Language. She hopes her novels will inspire and make a difference.

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