Thursday, December 4, 2014

Liza O'Connor interviews the book Rescued by The Spy by Patricia Green

Today, we are interviewing Patricia Green’s book Rescued by the Spy.

Space Rep: Should we be announcing that to the world, because I’m pretty sure spies aren’t supposed to let those around them know what they are doing, especially if someone needs to be rescued.

Liza: Not to worry. I doubt the villains read my blog. But just to be sure, transport over the book and we’ll get its opinion on the matter.
Space Rep: Got him, but he's trying to avoid capture. He must think we are the enemy.

Liza: Nice cover! Welcome Spy. May I call you spy?

Book: You may call me Book.

Liza: Not happening. I’m calling you either The or Spy. Your choice.

Spy: Call me Spy if you must.

Liza: Tell me about yourself.

Spy: Nothing to tell, really. I’m mostly redacted.

Liza: Would you like Space Rep to transport you into the nearest black hole.

Spy: *pages tremble*  My hero works for an undisclosed Federation and gets an unexpected surprise, well two actually.

Liza: And?

Spy: Sorry that’s all I can disclose.

Liza: Humans still don’t grasp what a black hole is, but the general theory is it’s a giant composter that breaks things like redacted books down to their tiny particles so they can be remade into something more useful, like the book I expect Patricia originally wrote.

Spy: Oh, that book! Let me tell you all about it.
Michael O’ Malley works for the Solarian Federation. He is currently undercover in a sting operation against Jerold Laricon.

Liza: Much better. And who is Jerold Laricon?

Spy: He’s the man with Machiavellian social restructuring schemes and a desire for world domination.

Liza: So he’s a power hungry thug?

Spy: Yes.

Liza: So let’s get back to O’Malley. Is that his girlfriend on the cover? I hear undercover agents often take girlfriends so they fit in.

Spy: Actually, it’s a bit messier than that. Nina Stanley is an old flame of O’Malley’s.

Liza: And he said, “Hey babe. Want to tag along to a creepy new world while I try to stop a power hungry lunatic?

Spy: He said nothing of the sort. He didn’t invite Nina. She’s been kidnapped and forced to become a sex slave.

Liza: He’s going to save her, right?

Spy: Well, naturally, he’d like to. But it’s not the job he was sent to do. His orders are to crush Laricon's slave trade and the man’s vicious rise to power.

Liza: So Nina is to be sacrificed for the greater good? Well, don’t expect her to be understanding or the least bit friendly then.

Spy: If only that was the extent of her anger. To fit in, Michael  needs to partake of the succulent fruits on Laricon’s human slave tree.

Liza: Well, one particular fruit might choose to kick him in the apples instead.

Spy: I’m talking about Alyssa, a willing sex slave he must take as his own. Now he has two women counting on him to save them, and the fate of a world resting on his weary shoulders.
Liza: I cannot believe Nina is going to sit about while he makes love to another woman.

Spy: Nina's goal is to get out…No matter what it takes. She’s appalled by what she experiences in Ligeia at the hands of the evil Laricon, and she will do anything to escape.

Liza: Anything? But what if the price of her freedom is Michael's life? Can she live with herself if that happens?

Spy: That, I truly cannot tell you. But I will let you peek beneath my covers to prove my cooperation in this interview.

Michael was thinking as fast as he could. He remembered the night he'd shared with Nina in explicit detail. So much explicit detail, in fact, that he felt himself growing hard. The night had been during the Martian Conflict, a quick and dirty meeting just before he'd been called away on a new assignment. They'd both known it would likely end after their brief encounter, but a feverish need to couple had been all that was important at the time.

"She's okay, sir," he said noncommittally.
Walker snorted. "What does O'Malley know, sir? He's too busy with administrative stuff to even notice the women."

Laricon looked at Michael oddly. "Nonsense. Come on, boy, and get a good close look. I'm asking your opinion."

Michael stood, closing his jacket over the lump in his pants. "Of course, sir." It was a near disaster.
"O'Malley?" the girl said. "Michael O'Malley?"
Laricon shot quizzical glances between Michael and Nina.

"Michael, get me out of here! Help me, please!" 
Nina implored, taking a step toward him.

Knowing Laricon was watching, Michael had no choice. "Yeah, I remember you, Nina." He cupped her chin and tried to tell her with his eyes that he was sorry, sorry for what he was about to do. "A nice lay, as I recall. Very good with her mouth, sir."

Nina gasped and slapped his face. Immediately, a guard manhandled her back. "You pig! You goddamned fucker! I don't know what this is about, but you're not the man I remember."
"No, bitch," Michael ground out, rubbing his cheek. "I'm not. I got smart, wised up. If you're smart, you'll learn that things here are different. And women obey, they don't order."

Roberto was watching with more interest than he'd shown all evening. Michael squirmed under his avid demeanor.

Laricon was smiling, his yellow, crooked teeth making the expression malevolent. "Well said, Michael, my boy. You know this young lady from where?"

"Back when I was in Command Security, sir. During the Martian Conflict. She was a reservist. Had the hots for me, and so I fucked her one night. Left the next morning. That was it."

"I see." Laricon nodded. He turned to Nina. "Are you still in Command Security, girl? Don't lie because I will find out, and the consequences will be…well, draconian."

"No," she answered succinctly. And when Laricon raised an eyebrow, she glared, but said, "No, sir."

"Very well. Turn around."

"Suck rocks…sir," she replied.


Space Rep: She’s very polite. I really want to read more. I’m going to hunt down the buy links.

Space Rep: Found them. Can we buy the book?

Liza: By ‘we’ you mean ‘me’.

Space Rep: You don’t pay me, so unless Spy has dollar bills from USA hiding beneath his covers, you need to foot the bill.

Liza: Okay, but it sounds really good, so I’m reading it first.

Spy: Since I don’t appear to be needed here, will someone transport me back to Patricia’s ship?

Liza: Sorry, you have to stay for three days. So let’s talk about your author.

Spy: Her name is Patricia Green and she’s a bestselling author. Nothing more to say.

Liza: While the transporter isn’t safe to use for three days, I could probably get half of you transported into the black hole.

Spy: Patricia is a full-time fiction writer specializing in erotic romance. She provides the reader with love stories that emphasize fun characters with quirky personalities. Patricia is the author of more than 20 published novels and novellas as well as an ever-growing collection of short stories.

Here’s her picture:

In her personal life, Patricia is married and the mother of twins. When she’s not being the angel of domestic harmony and a semi-crazed creator of fictional friends, she loves to read, crochet, knit and watch hockey and baseball.

You can reach Patricia Green in the following ways:
Email: pig (at) patriciagreenbooks (dot) com
Twitter: @PatriciaIGreen

Liza: Well done. Now tell me one thing Patricia hasn’t shared with anyone before.

Spy: Patricia has two all-time favorite TV series, both really old: Firefly and Babylon 5. She's looking forward to the Firefly-based online game that's coming out early in 2015.

I'm sure she'd be grateful for the time you took interviewing me. So, thank you, on her behalf.

Liza: You're most welcome. I feel bad about threatening you with a black hole now.


  1. Thank you for having Rescued by the Spy over today, Liza. I had no idea it would say half the things it did. You really wrung the information out of it. I'll have to buy it a beer after that exhausting experience. :)

  2. lol, well, i'm keeping the book for two more days, so don't buy it a beer yet.


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