Monday, September 28, 2015

Jessica Subject shares bits from First Ladylove anthology

Interview with Victoria
from Cosmic Sutra
by Jessica E. Subject

Tell us the reason you decided to attend Thanh Academy?
I had studied Psychology in university, and thought it would be a good and practical experience to study this vocation on the other side of the universe, see the differences between the people of Earth, and those from multiple galaxies.

When did you first meet Kaye?
It was shortly after I arrived at Thanh. I was busy gawking around and ran right into her. I felt extremely bad, but at the time, she wanted nothing to do with me.

How has your relationship with Kaye changed your life?
At Thanh, she helped me to fit in, at least until I had to leave. But, she makes me feel like I can finally be me. She makes me complete.

What is your greatest fear?
Losing her. I don’t know what will happen when our studies are complete, whether she’ll go back home and leave me behind. This is still really new for both of us, so it’s something we’ll have to figure out.

What are your dream for the future?
To travel to different worlds with Kaye, and eventually find one to settle on, raise a family.

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COSMIC SUTRA by Jessica E. Subject
Lesbian Sci-Fi Romance
When Victoria is offered a scholarship to attend Thanh Academy for her last year of university, she jumps at the opportunity. Nothing could be more practical in her psychology studies than to travel to the other side of the universe and live amongst the life forms she strives to learn from.
Upon her arrival, she is met with hostility. Convincing the other students she is not like those from Earth who came before her takes time, but eventually she is embraced by a small group of friends, including a sexy female alien she fantasizes about on a daily basis.
Based on past experience, will Victoria keep her lust hidden deep inside to prevent losing a friend? Or will she confess her feelings to Kaye and possibly find her one true love?
Available September 28th, 2015 as part of the First Lady Love anthology

Seven stories by authors who love to write lesbian romance. The heroines may not be virgins but they never knew love before–at least with another woman. Time and space are no barrier to these ladies and their love. Come take a ride with Anastasia Vitsky, Cathy Pegau, Kate Richards, KT Grant, Annie Anthony, Leigh Ellwood and Jessica E. Subject and you’ll never look back!
Edited by Kate Richards
Includes the stories:
Dreams of Flying by Anastasia Vitsky
Cosmic Sutra by Jessica E. Subject
Centerfold by Kate Richards
Revelation by Cathy Pegau
Mile High Pleasures by KT Grant
Daring Destiny by Leigh Ellwood
Fixin’ Biscuits by Annie Anthony

Enjoy an excerpt from Cosmic Sutra- PG
Victoria headed to the dining hall, empty except for two greys at the table farthest from the buffet. They eyed her and whispered to each other behind their long, spindly-fingered hands. She grabbed what looked to be a sandwich with purple bread and green toppings—nothing fuzzy, so she set it on her tray and hurried back to her room. No point in sticking around where she wasn’t wanted.
While she ate, Victoria studied the class textbook on her tablet. Their first lab was to study various cognitive reactions to differing objects. Kaye had already decided they were going to study the heart rate of individuals in their reactions to various races at the school. Sure her partner just wanted to prove how much everyone hates Terrans, Victoria agreed anyway. No point in arguing. She’d already observed plenty of other cues indicating their disdain for her.
Fifteen minutes before the scheduled lab time, she left, heading to the psychology wing. The hall lights had been dimmed compared to the daytime and gave the place an eerie glow. Though the greys had denied ever abducting anyone from Earth, Victoria might have believed otherwise if she happened to meet one along the way. Her pulse raced as she eyed the numbers on each door, trying to locate the correct one.
“C’mon, already.”
Victoria gasped, placing her palm on her chest.
“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me I managed to scare a Terran.”
“My name is Victoria.” She’d had enough of being referred to by her home planet, as if everyone on Earth was related and possessed the same personality and motivation. “And you just caught me off guard. It’s late, and I’m tired.”
“That’s strange.” Kaye held the door open as Victoria ducked into the room. “I thought your kind thrived at night.”
She surveyed the area, rubbing her arms. “Not me. I just want to get this over with and return to bed.” A wave of sleepiness washed over her at the thought.
“Fine.” Kaye’s antennae stood straight up rather than curving forward like they normally did. She’d lost her six inch glass claws, her exoskeleton only covering her arms down to her knuckles like a pair of fingerless gloves. “You go into the closet and record the results. I’ll stay out here to welcome our test subjects and hook them up, okay?”
Victoria cocked her head to the side. For the first time since they’d been partnered, Kaye had actually asked her opinion. “I guess.”
“It’s just that if they see you before the test, it will skew the results. I can’t help it if everyone feels that way about your kind. It’s just the way it is.”
With a nod, Victoria entered the cramped smaller room, not much bigger than a broom closet. If she didn’t know any better, she would have believed Kaye felt bad about the discrimination. Was the leabu beginning to soften? She could only hope.
Enjoy an excerpt from Cosmic Sutra – Adult
Twenty students arrived to be tested, a record number compared to any one-day lab Victoria had been involved in back on Earth. She ensured the results had saved to her files before forwarding a copy to Kaye, who was on her way out, probably wanting to get away from her as soon as possible. After shutting down all of the equipment, she left the tiny room. A whistled breath startled her. She shuffled back a step and glanced around for the source of the noise. The leabu sat in the corner of the room, her knees pulled up to her chin.
“What are you still doing here?” And why hadn’t she heard her come back inside?
Kaye sighed. “Just waiting out the rain.”
Rain? A sudden chunk of information popped into Victoria’s mind before she opened her mouth to ask why. Leabus couldn’t handle rain that had even the slightest bit of acidity. It would burn her skin. “You live off campus then?” And far away, too, considering all the nearby buildings were connected by underground tunnels and skyways.
Kaye nodded, her lids appearing heavy over her eyes. “I might end up crashing here for the night if it doesn’t let up soon.”
“Oh.” Victoria crossed one arm in front of her, clasping the other. “You don’t have any other place to go?”
“No, but it’s okay. I’m used to it.”
Rubbing her hand down her arm, Victoria gulped. “Um, you’re welcome to stay in my room for a bit. It’s got to be more comfortable than the floor.”
Kaye’s ears wiggled, but the smile that had earlier accompanied the gesture never came. “Really? You want me to stay with you?”
Rolling her eyes, Victoria glanced away. Why did this have to be so hard? “I know I’m just a lowly Terran. Forget I said anything.”
“No!” Kaye jumped to her feet. “It’s just, I never expected you to offer, with your kind.... With me being so rude to you.”
Victoria shrugged. “I just thought it would be better than being stuck in the lab all night.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“It’s up to you.” She refused to force the leabu, or anyone, to come to her room. It was a kind gesture she would have offered anyone. “But the invitation stands.”
“Thank you. That would be wonderful. Let me call my roommates to let them know where I’ll be.”
By the time they reached Victoria’s room, she was ready to crash again. Only a few hours awake, she yearned to sleep away the last day of no classes. If not for the constant ping of Kaye’s com unit—calls from her friends asking if she’d been drugged by the Terran—she would have fallen asleep in the lift ride up to her floor. Yet, she didn’t want to be rude to her guest.
“Go ahead and take my bed.” With a quick switch of the pillows, she made the tiny couch into her own sleeping area. It didn’t matter where she ended up bunking because, the moment her head hit the pillow, she would fall fast asleep.
Kaye nodded. “Okay, thank you.” She pressed a button on her shoulder, and her exoskeleton peeled off with a whoosh, clicking as piece after piece folded into each other until it sat at her feet. The only part of her protection left was the air tanks plugged directly into the flesh on her back.
Victoria gasped and turned away, trying to forget the image of the leabu’s naked porcelain skin. Her delicate feminine curves were barely hidden under the clear suit to begin with, but she had seen much more with it off, Kaye’s fragility, but also the rosy peaks of her breasts and the bare folds of skin between her legs. No matter how hard Victoria tried to clear the picture from her mind, she couldn’t, desire speeding up her heart rate and blasting away the tiredness that had plagued her moments ago. How was she supposed to sleep with a naked woman in her room? Leabu or not, Kaye awakened her lust the way no woman on Earth had been able to. Not for a long time, anyway.
“I know I look weird without my suit on, but it’s not exactly comfortable to sleep in.”
“Weird?” Victoria cleared her throat and dared to take another glance, not wanting her guest to think her rude. “Not the word I’d use.”

Jessica E. Subject is the author of science fiction romance, mostly alien romances, ranging from sweet to super hot. Sometimes she dabbles in paranormal and contemporary as well, bringing to life a wide variety of characters. In her stories, you could not only meet a sexy alien or two, but also clones and androids. You may be transported to a dystopian world where rebels are fighting to live and love, or to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica is not reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at and on twitter @jsubject.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Teresa Noelle Roberts shares her Bad Kitty

Meet BAD KITTY and her two bad boys

Bad Kitty


Teresa Noelle Roberts

When you make the Devil’s bargain, be prepared to take the heat. A lot of heat.
Most of cat-girl Xia’s early memories are repressed, thank the Great Cat Mother. But her body remembers how to kill.

The longer she and her fellow Malcolm crewmates are holed up on lawless Cibari hiding from assassins, the twitchier she gets—until the planet’s insanely sexy warlord, Rahal Mizyar, borrows her skills to take out slavers.

Rahal suspects Xia is his mate, but the human-raised female never learned the finer points of felinoid rituals. The solution: make her fall hard and fast for him, even if it means playing dirty.

Hired to determine if Xia is the long-missing granddaughter of the felinoid prime minister, Cal Janssen has finally tracked her down. Getting past Rahal, though, is a problem—until he’s mistaken for a notorious arms dealer and playboy. And he finds himself the object of both Rahal’s and Xia’s seduction.

When their first mission brings Xia’s memories bulleting back to the surface, she realizes she’s fallen for two men who don’t exist. Running away, however, could be her deadliest mistake.

Warning: Contains an assassin with a swiss cheese memory, a badass warlord who’s getting tired of his own con, and a freelance lawman. Secrets, lies, and hot sex with no rules. 


In the 26th century, humans and numerous alien races share the galaxy. Technology has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast preserve and museum, and humans have spread to the stars. But some things remain the same. Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.

Meet the crew of the independent freighter Malcolm. They usually succeed in keeping things only a little bit illegal. But then a seemingly legit job goes supernova—and they’re on the run, hiding from assassins, a planetary government, and their own dark pasts.

It’s the perfect time to fall in love!
In the 26th century, humans and numerous alien races share the galaxy. Technology has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast preserve and museum, and humans have spread to the stars. But some things remain the same. Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.

Meet the crew of the independent freighter Malcolm. They usually succeed in keeping things only a little bit illegal. But then a seemingly legit job goes supernova—and they’re on the run, hiding from assassins, a planetary government, and their own dark pasts.

It’s the perfect time to fall in love!

“You’ll find out who she is if you accept the job. Right now, that’s classified.” The attaché said that word with great glee, as if he got a subtle erotic thrill out of the secret. Being a felinoid, he probably did. “The point is more what she is. She is one of my people. That means she’s a predator by nature.”

“Predator?” Cats, the domestic animals that had traveled from Earth with the first human settlers, were predators, but small, tame ones content to eat synthfood from a bowl. And he’d always thought felinoids weren’t that closely related to those animals, despite the resemblance.

The attaché smiled again, but this time it wasn’t truly a smile, more of a way of showing his fangs. He flexed his fingers, and suddenly his hands sported lethal-looking claws. Cal found himself wondering why he’d ever thought of felinoids as cute and harmless.

“Predator. We aren’t among the largest of the sentient species, but we have exceptional natural weaponry. And while we’re known for our friendliness, it’s not wise to push us. If this woman is the missing Xia Merrin, odds are she wasn’t raised to recognize proper prey and curb her more violent instincts. She is now an adult, at her full strength and speed, and with both a prey drive and a mating drive that can cause an unprepared young person to make regrettable choices.”
“I didn’t think your species believed in regrets.”

“Most of the time we learn from bad decisions and make sure we don’t get caught next time. But you can’t learn if you’re dead, or if you’re awaiting execution on Improved Texas. The woman who surfaced on San’bal blinded a professional assassin in one eye and came close to gutting her.”

“You’re saying she’s a dangerous criminal? My rates just went up. A lot.”

“The family will pay what it must. Accumulating money is dull unless you use it, and what better use could there be than bringing a missing loved one home?” He shrugged, a lazily elegant movement that Cal couldn’t help admiring. “As for the young woman who made news on San’bal, whether or not she is Xia Merrin, she isn’t a criminal.” A smaller version of the shrug. “Well, technically, she is, but only because so many species don’t have our senses of style or humor. In the case of the assassin, the girl was defending herself and her friends, which is not a crime.

“But she’s dangerous. She has the instincts and reflexes of a predator, without the skills we teach our kittens so they can control those instincts. She’s a spacer, living a rough-and-ready life in a galaxy where people are quick to exploit pretty females. Sooner or later, someone will push her too far and she will kill. She’s like a child in some ways, but the law will see an adult who killed, and most planets can’t see anything funny about murder. Which, I suppose, is good.” He didn’t sound convinced about that part. “Will you help us bring her home before that happens?”

Cal had intended to say no as soon as he heard the ridiculous parameters of the job. Screw that, he’d wanted to walk out of the damn posh office, with its cushions on the floor instead of furniture a human could sit in comfortably, and leave the annoying diplomat staring at his retreating ass. The money was potentially great, enough to cast its usual hypnotic lure, but it wasn’t worth the pain of failure, of having to tell a family that their newly raised hopes were futile and their little girl was long dead.

But if there was any chance this young woman was the missing Xia Merrin, or even another felinoid displaced as a child, it seemed he owed it to her and everyone who came into contact with her to see that she learned how to deal with the darker side of her nature. Stars, he’d never known felinoids had a dark side. Even when they were robbing you blind or seducing your partner, they were so charming you ended up laughing about it.
But he’d never been around an enraged felinoid. They did have teeth and claws like…what was the Old Earth animal that’s featured in pre-Expansion stories? A liger or tigon or something like that. A gigantic wild feline that sometimes ate humans.

“I’ll take the job,” he said. “Please tell the family I can’t guarantee the results they want, after such a long time. But I guarantee I’ll do my best for them and hope to find them some kind of answers, if only the closure of knowing their Xia is dead.”

When the paperwork was complete, the attaché asked for his neurorelay code and transmitted the background on the case. Cal spent a few minutes in a fog while the files sorted themselves in his brain—and then he knew all the information that had been amassed since Xia Merrin disappeared almost two decades ago.

He only had one thing to say. “She’s the marling prime minister’s granddaughter? And she disappeared after both her parents were murdered during an assassination attempt on Madam Merrin? My rates just tripled. The only reason I’m not ripping up the contract and walking out is that if she’s still alive, she deserves to know she has a home and a family.”

Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but hot paranormals and BDSM-spiced contemporaries were her favorites until she realized science-fiction romances offered new possibilities for outrageous adventure, wild sex and love that overcomes serious obstacles, including being from different species! Find her at, on Facebook at, or on Twitter, where she hangs out as @TeresNoeRoberts.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

The End of the Multiverse series by Liza O'Connor

Book 4

Meet Sojourn and Shakani.
Not bad for a one year old... Tamsarandem grew him into a twenty-year-old on the day of his birth, so he could leave Terranue and achieve his grand future. However, his first year proved to be less than spectacular.  But then he got promoted to Lieutenant and  met Princess Shakana during his testimony before the CCC and he quickly becomes the leader of men prophesy had foretold.

Princess Shakana has been promised to a councilman for years, but something prevents her from fulfilling the promise. She was raised not to expect a marriage of love, but surely respect and admiration were not unreasonable.

Thus, at twenty, she remains promised, but unwed. 

Then she meets Sojourn and her heart and soul awakens the moment he declares his name and lineage. All her years of studying the prophecies had paid off. This young lieutenant was the messiah of all humans. The one who would fight back the darkness and bring all sentients into the light.

She also knew there were those would fight to their death to stop him, and her, if she chose to join him. 

I give you an excerpt where Princess Shakana asks the head of her security, General Bronson, to allow Tamara to question him as to his loyalty to her and the Path of Light, after she discovered her fiance betrayed her: 

“Why would you lie to your fiancé?” Bronson asked.

Why was Bronson trying to place her in the wrong? Thank Gods she had lied to Sanders or they’d all be dead now. “I had reason to doubt his loyalty to our cause. His anger when he discovered I had changed the laws to account for the addition of Oceanic was not rational.”

“Nonsense. It only proved he did not like being betrayed by the woman who would be his empress.”

That Bronson was so quick to defend her ex-fiancé shouldn’t have surprised her—he had always shown great deference to Sanders—but still, it hurt. “Rumson’s fleet waiting at Paragone 6 proved I was right to doubt him. I believe Sanders is a Xenophobe.”

Instead of insisting she was wrong, the general stared at his hands. “So you are declaring all Xenophobes as enemies of the Empire?”

She carefully considered his question along with his worried expression. Was he worried for Briggs, or did this run deeper? “I do not doubt that some very good men may be Xenophobes by education. If so, we must re-educate them. Unfortunately, until we have the time, they cannot accompany me on my Path of Light.”

The general shook his head. “Shaman Abraham did his job well. Too well. He has blinded you from all rational thought with his prophecies and Paths of Light.”

His words shocked her. “Bronson, what are you saying?”

Her general met her gaze, his eyes dull and defeated. “I have followed your father down many dark paths.” His giant hands twisted and wrung each other as if in their own private battle. “All our hopes rested upon you. With Sanders as your guide, we intended to bring you to the path of sanity, make you see the world as it is rather than as the shaman priests wish it to be.”

Tears streamed down her face as she realized her beloved Bronson was her enemy. How could a man who had spent his whole life protecting the royal family be part of the fringe opposition who wished to kill all other sentient beings in the universe?

He reached into his vest and pulled out a gun. Gods! Was he going to commit suicide over his betrayal right in front of her?

“Bronson, don’t. We’ll get you help. Perhaps Shaman Troy can bring you back to the Path of Light.”

To her shock, he turned the gun toward her.

The general heaved with sorrow. “If only you had truly loved Sanders and bent to his will. Instead, you lust for a commoner and betray your people.” He cocked the gun. “I do this for the Empire, even as it breaks my heart.”

Well, this doesn't sound good.
Is this how the series ends?
It can't be! Liza likes happy endings.

Honestly, this is my favorite book in the series. But don't worry, I'm planning a spin off series called 
The Search for Sentients.

Oct 1 you'll be able to find out what happens.
If you haven't read the first three books, then you need to start now. I'm working at Super Nova speed.

Sales Link
Book 4 : Surviving Sojourn
Book 3: Surviving Terranue
Book 2: Surviving Outbound
Book 1: The Gods of Probabilities
All books are free for KU subscribers
About Author

Liza is a multiple genre author of 17 novels. A Late Victorian Series, The Adventures of Xavier & Vic, plus a spinoff, A Right to Love, is an ongoing series.    A Long Road to Love is a humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance series of five books. She has two single books. One is a humorous, bad boys contemporary novel with ghosts, called Ghost Lover, the other is Untamed & Unabashed, a spinoff from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Liza discusses pre-ordained deaths among characters.

One disturbing point of my books is there are quite a few Pre-ordained deaths. Both Tamara and Blue are fully aware that their deaths were pre-ordained. On the positive side, neither actually ‘dies’. The simply transform into a different entity, rather like a powerful spirit.

I wouldn’t mind a pre-ordained death, especially if I got to help a great cause in doing so. Then, hopefully, I could get everything in order before my death. Maybe even clean the house, but that would be the last on my priorities. If I knew the exact time of my death, I could give all my stuff away and not worry about the future.  But alas, we don’t get an exact time of death. Even if you have cancer, exactly when you will go isn’t known until a short while before. Six months can be three months or nine.

I would love to know, down to the very second, so I could give away all my worldly goods in person. It would please me a great deal doing good deeds ‘til the end.

My spirit Tamara, was told by Pane as she was in the agonizing pains of death, that her demise was pre-ordained and necessary to protect her soul-bond and her husband when they go Outbound. And while she didn’t enjoy her excruciating death by poison, at least she didn’t have to blame herself for being stupid enough to stick her hand into a bag which was supposed to have apples in it only to be bitten by the most deadliest snake in the world, the inland Taipan snake. That it rested in her bag of apples is most odd because it naturally lives in Australia, which was half-way around the world.

The Inland Taipan is normally non-aggressive to humans. It would prefer to get away from them. But stuck in a bag with a giant hand reaching in, it had no choice but to defend itself. And it did, killing Tamara in short order. As she died, Pane told her the good news about her transformation so she could keep Saran and Dmitri safe.

The other pre-ordained death is Blue’s, yet Pane has no idea who told him about his forthcoming death. Pane had no idea of the complexities required to save the Path of Light until a short time before the event when he dreamed a very complex solution to the problem at hand.

Do you think it possible that the dream Pane had in his sleep was like the advice he gives his sentients while they sleep? Did an even bigger God, possibly the First God, dream speak to him?

What do you think?

Surviving Terranue
Liza O’Connor
 Leading a colony of frightened people on a new world is rarely easy. The human colonists of Terranue have as their leader, Tamsarandem, the only Soul-bond of Three that has ever existed. Unfortunately, some perceive the innate kindness in the shaman’s choice of leaders as a weakness, thus, challenges begin. From the moment they arrive on the planet, self-survival instincts take hold among the colonists, putting the survival of the colony at risk.
To survive, they must act for the good of the colony rather themselves, even when their natural instincts tell them to do the opposite. First, they must befriend the dominant intelligent life form on the planet, long-haired blue cattle, only slightly smaller than the blue bull Tamsarandem brought with them. Second, they must find a way to survive three of the planet’s five seasons. Otherwise, they’ll be baked, frozen, and pummeled to death. Third, they must protect themselves from the giant bears, saber tooth lions, and T. rexes that roam their planet. But worst of all, deep within the planet, a seed of evil grows, waiting to devour every living creature on the surface.
Every day in their new paradise is a challenge to survive. Despite all the advantages the Gods have provided, success is neither easy nor certain, and people are rarely as good as they need to be.

Pane was confounded. For the second time, the old bull, Solomon, spoke of prophecies. First, he declared Blue’s arrival to be one and now he claimed the black death that would annihilate everything on the planet had been foretold as well. Where had these prophecies come from? Certainly not from him.
“Marybell, can you determine when and by whom these prophecies were created?
“Hmmm….No, I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Not sure. Ah, the prophecies proceed the creation of databases. Those bulls have one impressive brain. They record everything. And I mean everything, and nothing is ever erased. This is a far better idea than my brain. I wonder if I can grow one.”
“It won’t cause your personality to change will it?” Pane asked.
“No, my love. Their brains are massive, non-deteriorating event recorders. My emotions will sit on top of this, just as theirs do…if I can create one. It’s astoundingly complex.”
“Be careful,” Pane pleaded.
“Always,” she promised.
Comforted by her promise, Pane returned to the mystery afoot. “So was Cronus around before databases?”
“No, these sentients are far older than Cronus.”
“But that’s not possible. They are in Zousan’s multiverse.”
“I just performed a carbon dating on the planet. It is far beyond the age of this multiverse.”
“How is that possible?” Pane asked.
“Well you know the first law of Probabilities. Anything that can happen will.”
“Do you have any guess to how a planet from a much older multiverse made its way into our universe?
“That’s easy enough to surmise. Someone put it here.”
“But who? Cronus?”
“No. But I’m very certain the creep seeded the rats that the prophecy warned about.”
“But if this planet was moved here by someone of long ago that means he or she had extraordinary foresight to see so far in the future and warn the Sargon.”
“I agree. This may have come from the God of the very first big bang. And by the placement of this planet in each universe of our multiverse, we can deduce that a) He/She is very much alive, b) supports The Path of Light, and c) doesn’t like cheaters.”
The possibility that the First God wanted them to succeed caused Pane’s entire body to shiver in awe.
Sales Link
Book 3: Surviving Terranue
Book 2: Surviving Outbound
Book 1: The Gods of Probabilities
All books are free for KU subscribers
About Author
Liza is a multiple genre author of 16 novels. A Late Victorian Series, The Adventures of Xavier & Vic, plus a spinoff, A Right to Love, is an ongoing series.    A Long Road to Love is a humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance series of five books. She has two single books. One is a humorous, bad boys contemporary novel with ghosts, called Ghost Lover, the other is Untamed & Unabashed, a spinoff from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.
Now, she’s rolling out her Science fiction series (with romance & humor) called The Multiverses. The first four books are slotted for last half of 2015.  In addition she hopes, if she hasn’t dropped from exhaustion by then, to re-release a sometimes humorous/suspense thriller called Saving Casey

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