Sunday, April 28, 2019

Scavenger Falters by Liza O'Connor

Can you really die of a broken heart?
Yes, you actually can. When you feel the physical ache within the left cavity of your chest, you could be experiencing a life-threatening condition — broken heart syndrome. Yep, that’s what they named it.

The blood pumping in and out of your heart becomes temporarily disrupted by a surge of stress hormones, which are secreted in response to high emotions. These can be either good or bad emotions, but it happens more often with bad news. The resulting contraction in your heart can kill you.

Scavenger Falters
Liza O’Connor

Alisha Kane, the Corps’ best flyer, is promoted to colonel, in charge of teaching the Corp’s SkyRyders her extraordinary flying maneuvers. The man she loves, Logan, continues to place the Corps first and insists they both remain focused on their work. For Alisha, this means ferreting out the best flyers in a Corps that has systematically forced great flyers into mediocrity. Logan focuses on learning Alisha’s flying techniques so that he can become the hero the East Coast desperately needs. The result includes fractured ribs and broken hearts, but through it all they never relinquish their love of the Corps.

Logan gathered her in his arms, and it felt so good, so warm and safe. Yet, she knew it was all a lie. There was no warmth or safety within his arms, because he was too damned stubborn to admit the love between them was right.
“Hush,” he soothed. “You don’t want to upset your gramps now.”
“Don’t even try to distract me with Gramps. If he knew why I was crying, he’d kick your butt.”
“You’re probably right there,” Logan admitted. “As much as your grandfather and I like each other, he knows I’m too old for you.”
She struck his chest with her fist. “Stop saying that!” she demanded. “You’re not too old! And I’m not as young as I look. And our ages don’t matter. We love each other and that’s all that matters.” So she was twenty-one and he fortysomething. Who cared in a world where neither of them were likely to live for long?
Colonel Logan captured her hand in his and turned her so she faced him. “It isn’t even close to all that matters. It doesn’t even make the top five priorities.”
“Name one thing more important!” she demanded.
“Your career in the Corps.”
“I don’t care about my career…”
“Then you’re a fool. You have a rare ability to make real changes and contributions to the Corps. Look at your first two battles. Without you, hundreds of Ryders would have died. Ginnie, Jersey, and Philly—all dead if you hadn’t been there. And don’t say anyone could have stepped up to the challenge, because you know that’s not true. At this point in time, there’s only you, and until your techniques can be taught and transferred to other Ryders, there is nothing more important than your contributions to the Corps.”
Alisha wanted to tell him he was wrong, but how could she? She’d only convince him she was a petulant child. Would she really place her own happiness over the lives of hundreds of Ryders? A part of her wanted to do just that, and her selfishness shamed her to the core. She never hesitated to risk her life for the Corps—why was this sacrifice so much harder?
Because when you’re dead, the pain stops. Living without Logan will be a never-ending agony.
She pushed away the thought and sighed heavily. “All right, I’ll concede that my contributions to the Corps should take precedence right now, but can’t I have both? Is there some law that says I must be unloved while I save the world?”
Colonel Logan gave her a sad, gentle smile and stroked her face. “You’ll never be unloved, Alisha. Everyone who meets you will love you. And someday, when you can risk a few distractions in your life, you’ll meet some young man and fall in love again.”
“I will not,” she replied, her voice quivering with emotion. “I will never love anyone but you.”
“You think that now, but trust me, time will heal.”
Alisha couldn’t listen to any more of this. He had made it clear that nothing had changed. He refused to see there might be a compromise, a way she could contribute to the Corps and be happy at the same time. However, to listen to him demean the intensity and durability of her love for him: that was more than she could bear! She ran from his room and down the hall.
Her heart ached with a paralyzing intensity as she entered her bedroom and leaned against the door. Her heart hurt so much, she truly couldn’t breathe. She slid to the floor as gray dots appeared in her vision. Her last thought before blacking out was: So you really can die of a broken heart…

The SkyRyder’s Series, Book 2
Scavenger Falters


Scavenger Falters has gone Wide

About the Author
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.

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Sunday, April 21, 2019

Scavenger's Mission by Liza O'Connor

Scavenger’s Mission
Liza O’Connor

To follow Order or Not?

The Danger of Following Orders
Ex-Rikers Officials Get Prison Time.
This is a real event, culled from a Sept 17 article in the Wallstreet Journal. Page A13.

The similarity between what occurs in my futuristic story and what happened here amazed even me.

Two high-ranking Rikers Island supervisors were sentenced to prison for ordering the beating of an inmate whose eye sockets and nose were broken when correction officers stomped on his face.

The reason: The inmate had locked eyes with the Asst. Chief of Security and he evidently doesn’t like that. So his captain told his officers to “f— him up.” And they obeyed his order.

In Scavenger’s Mission, A rogue captain tells his squad to stall Alisha out 300 feet over the ridge. Her crime? She failed to give him the respect he wanted and she refused to come to his bed to prove her contrition. In her case, she would be dead now, if not for some incredible flying skills.

In the REAL case:
The prisoner, Mr. Lightfoot was eventually released from prison in 2014. The paper doesn’t say if he fully recovered.  But he was able to attend the court hearing.

The WSJ story focuses on the NY State Supreme Court Justice’s perspective of when to and not follow orders.

The lawyers for the Asst. Chief of Security tried to make him look like a hero and when that didn’t seem to be working, went for the “inmates wouldn’t be nice to him” pity plea, saying he’d have to serve his time in protective custody.  (I hope they actually meant solitude confinement.)

The judge ordered two officers to perform 500 hours of community service related to the cover-up attempt after the incident. Another officer was acquitted and a retired officer will be tried separately. 

As for the real criminals: The Asst. Chief got 6.5 years, the captain got 5.5 years.
The four officers that actually carried out the attack got 4.5 years, despite claiming they were just following orders.

So what do you think? In my story, Alisha’s crewmembers nearly kill her, because they know if they don’t do what DC wants, he’ll kill them.
Did these officers feel the same danger, or did they enjoy being unleashed to brutally attack a prisoner?

Without question, the Asst. Chief and the Captain who gave the orders got reasonable sentences. But what about the four who follow bad orders? Without more details, I’m not sure which way I think it should go.

Scavenger’s Mission
By Liza O’Connor

Meet Alisha: A young woman who refuses to live the life her parents want.
In a single month, Alisha Kane has gone from a wealthy debutante to street girl to scavenger.  While testing her new flying skills in the Cully Canyon, Alisha incurs a near-death crash landing. She’s “rescued” by a colonel of the SkyRyders and her life changes forever.
Meet Logan: A SkyRyder colonel in charge of a sleepy fort with little to do other than arrests the occasional scavenger.
For the first time in his life, Logan’s attracted to a young woman, only she’s probably a scavenger and he’ll have to arrest her.  But first he offers her a shower and food while he checks on his crew. His videographer has captured her extraordinary flight through the Cully and her flying is astounding!
He forgoes arresting her and puts his career at risk by asking MAC to assess her skills and integrity as a potential SkyRyder. If he can get Alisha into the SkyRyders, it will be his greatest contribution to the Corps.
Meet MAC: The Artificial Intelligence that runs the SkyRyders Corps.
Upon seeing her arrival, MAC upgrades Alisha’s test. Her flying skills are not just excellent; they exceed what was previously thought possible. MAC classifies her as its top asset and soon she proves her value. 
But…the SkyRyders remain a male dominated Corps where Alisha’s sense of right and wrong often clashes with her superiors. How long can a rebellious young woman survive in a regimented Corps?

“Colonel, I don’t want to lose Ollie over this. He’s turning himself around so well,” Alisha said.
Logan stared at her. “I think Ollie has sealed his own fate in this matter,” the colonel said, his voice hard and unforgiving.
“Not if he was following orders.” The colonel quoted her Reg 13.356—Soldiers are exempt from following an unreasonable order if doing so will result in the death of another Ryder.
Wasn’t that exactly what she had done yesterday? Yet neither the colonel nor Jack had mentioned that reg when they drilled into her head a Ryder must always follow orders—no exceptions. Suddenly there were exceptions. Her disobedience wasn’t against the regs at all. In fact, obeying the general’s order would have been in violation of Reg 13.356, for had she remained grounded, Philly would have died. Even as she was about to declare this, she recognized a flaw in the law. Generals sent Ryders to their deaths every day. Clearly, Reg 13.356 did not exempt soldiers from fighting in a battle, so the keywords were “unreasonable orders”. How the hell was a soldier to decide what was reasonable or unreasonable? She had thought the general’s grounding was unreasonable, but clearly, Jack and the colonel did not.
“I imagine this reg must cause great difficulty in practice, for how do you define an unreasonable order?”
“It does,” Logan admitted. “However, a captain ordering the murder of one of his crew clearly falls into the ‘unreasonable’ category.”
She didn’t accept his high moral ground. This wasn’t a regulation for a soldier to use as a guide. It was a tool of punishment after the soldier followed orders. This was hypocrisy at its worst. What concerned her most was that the colonel approved of it. She needed him to see the wrongness of this reg. If he couldn’t, then he was no better than the men who’d written it.
Her disappointment grew as he tried to wash his hands of the problem, claiming it wasn’t his decision.
“But you’ll have a say,” she insisted. “You’ll have a side to come down on, and if that side is punishing Ollie for following orders…” Then what? she asked herself. What do I do when the man I love and respect turns out to be no better than my parents?
 “You want me to defend the person who tried to kill you?”
Was he blinded by his need to protect her? Holding onto that possibility, Alisha continued the argument. A part of her just wanted to quit the Corps, run away, and go back working with the scavengers. Right now, they looked quite honorable in comparison to the Ryders. Upon taking a deep breath, she decided to try once more, this time pulling no punches. If he still refused to see reason, she would leave.
“I want you to defend your crewman for following his captain’s orders. This is not his fault. It’s yours. You allowed an unreasonable captain to command him.”
She could tell her words hurt him. His head dropped, and he stared at his feet for several minutes before he finally spoke. “I’ll do all I can to save Ollie.”

The SkyRyder’s Series, Book 1
Scavenger’s Mission

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Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.


Monday, April 8, 2019

Bunny Omega on the Run by Jessica E. Subject

My Favorite Side Character

As authors, we write about numerous characters in each story. Some of them might eventually get their own story while others remain simply a side character. They may help move the plot along, be there to add conflict, or act as comic relief. Regardless, they often hold a place in our author hearts just as our main characters do.

Today, I want to introduce you to Dannie, a side character that is close friends with my alpha hero in Bunny Omega on the Run. Dannie is non-binary, which means they don’t identify as exclusively male or female. And in the story, I use the pronouns they and them to refer to Dannie. Why did I write Dannie as non-binary? Because that’s how they appeared in my head. It just happened and I went with it.
So, are you ready to meet Dannie? Here’s an excerpt from BUNNY OMEGA ON THE RUN...

(From chapter six – Kish’s POV)

“It’s perfect.” This whole date was. Yet it all still felt like a dream. Me, a delivery boy from Jackson Street, was out on a date with the biggest name in pop music. I kept expecting to wake up in an alley somewhere, find out I’d been beaten by one of my not-so-legal former clients, and dreamed the entire thing. But no matter how many times I pinched myself, I never woke, and I was starting to get a bruise.

“Okay, before we eat, let’s do a toast.” TK picked up his glass of champagne. “To unexpected meetings and first public dates.”

“And to many more firsts,” I mumbled before clinking glasses with him and taking a drink.

He must have heard me because as soon as he set his glass down, he leaned closer until his nose nuzzled the edge of my ear. “Firsts, and seconds, and so much more.”

A rush of lust ran down to my groin, but was interrupted by the click and flash of a camera. Someone was taking pictures of us eating. I hid my head in my hands, not sure how to handle this. Why hadn’t the restaurant caught the paparazzi before they could snap photographs?

“It’s okay.” TK rested his hand on my shoulder. “It’s fine. That’s Dannie, a non-binary friend of mine. I gave them rights to take exclusive photos of our first date. Just pretend like they’re not there.”

Pretend like they weren’t there? Right. It was hard enough to come to terms that I was officially dating TK, let alone that people actually wanted to take and see pictures of the two of us together. I tried to eat civilly, without shoving large chunks of food in my mouth. But sometimes TK would laugh at me, and wipe salad dressing off my cheek. Other times, he’d place his hand on my thigh then move it slowly up until he was rubbing the edge of my cock. And, of course, it was during my uncontrolled reactions that I heard Dannie click their camera the most.

When dessert arrived, TK decided he was going to feed me. I don’t remember anyone ever doing that. Being the oldest, I was always feeding a sibling younger than me while my mom took care of another. It felt weird, yet oddly erotic. Like we were doing something taboo. Dannie chose that time to move even closer, squatting at the outer edge of our table to get the pictures they wanted.

After we’d finished eating and another bottle of champagne, TK left to settle the bill. Yet, Dannie remained. I had no idea what to say to this person dressed in form-fitting black clothes, how close they were to TK.

“I see why he likes you so much.” Dannie snapped a few pictures of me. “You two look great together. I just hope you’re not using him. Because no matter how high he’s risen or how many times he’s been used in this industry, he still only sees the best in people.”

I shook my head. “No. No.” I would never use TK. I’d never asked him for anything. Everything he’d bought for me had been his idea. Like the suit I was wearing. I didn’t want anyone to think that, when I was so afraid TK was going to drop me like a stone when he finally realized I wasn’t good enough for him.

“Hey.” Dannie patted my hand. “I’m just looking out for my friend. The fact that my warning bothered you is assurance enough that you’re not one of those types of people. You both really need to learn how to hide your emotions.” They packed their camera and lens away then glanced over their shoulder at me. “It was nice to meet you, bunny boy.”

Bunny boy? TK had talked to Dannie about me before, and used his nickname for me? Did his friends even know my real name? Would I be called bunny boy in the tabloids instead of my real name? I wanted to sink under the table. My friends and family would never let me hear the end of this.

**Dannie doesn’t appear again, but still plays an important role in helping TK later on in the story.


Shifter Towers #1

by Jessica E. Subject

Release date: March 29, 2019

Genres: Romance, Paranormal (shifter), LGBTQ, MPreg

Ebook ISBN: 978-1-68361-321-3

Published with Decadent Publishing Company, LLC
Cover artist: Fantasia Frog Designs

Keywords: pop star, gay, LGBTQ, shifter, bunny shifter, tiger shifter, romance, love, MPreg, male pregnancy, AOB, first love, paranormal, PNR

# of words: 46,500


As a pop star, I never expected to find true love. 

Not in a world where everything is temporary and often fake. But then he ran into me. Not once, but twice. My tiger instantly recognized him as my mate. Now, I just have to convince Kish that what we have is real.

The oldest of ten kids, I saw what my mother went through after my father left. After that, I started taking blockers so I would never go into heat, never have kids. Because love was for the weak. And I was doing just fine on my own.

Then I met TK. Literally smacked right into him. But no matter how much I wanted it to be true, I refused to believe that he could love a bunny shifter from the wrong part of town.

Bunny Omega on the Run is a super sweet with knotty heat MM mpreg shifter popstar romance. It is book 1 of the Shifter Towers series but can be read as a standalone.


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Monday, April 1, 2019

Ancient Love by Liza O'Connor

A bit about the past….

Seven hundred years ago, Rainier was forced to marry an ungainly tall creature named Alise. Thus, the beginning of their marriage left them both angry and resentful, for neither liked the mate that they were forced, by the King, to marry.

Soon Rainier discovered his unwanted wife to be intelligent, helpful, and much stronger than her tall, thin frame would suggest. He regretted having ever called her hideous because he now thought her the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Alise, likewise, had softened her view of Rainier. He was not arrogant, as she first assumed. In fact, he was kind, generous to his people, and had no trouble helping out when an extra hand was needed. He was, in fact, the finest Duke she had ever known.

That was not what King Edward had intended to happen! He had wanted the two to fight like cats and dogs, so when Rainier finally killed the shrew, Edward could have him hung and take his land.

Since his first plan wasn’t going to work, he concocted various schemes to get rid of Rainier, but they never worked. Upon seeing Alise in an enchanting blue gown, he decided to make her his mistress. Only the female would not cooperate, resulting in her death the night before her 39th birthday.  Rainer attacked within hours, but Edward’s soldiers lay in waiting and Rainier died…or should have done so. Instead, he became a ghost who tormented Edward through the remainder of his life.

The bond between Alise and Rainer refuses to break. He lives as a ghost waiting for her return. She lives one miserable human life after another. Her only chance for happiness is when she nears the ghost of Rainier. Only then will she remember her true love and experience true joy.

However, she always dies the night before her 39th birthday in a brutal fashion and there is nothing that Rainier can do to stop it!


Alice, the wind whispered.
She suddenly stopped before a grand old building. There was something familiar about it. It seemed to beckon her to enter, promising her peace of mind. She desperately needed solace after the brutal critique she received from her art instructor today.
“Your work is pedantic and boring. It lacks soul! I must be honest with you, Ms. Dunn, what is missing cannot be taught or learned. You either have it or you don’t, and you, Ms. Dunn, do not have it. It is early in the session. Perhaps you should see if the school will provide you a partial refund. You are wasting your time and mine pursuing the arts. I’m sorry to be so blunt, but it must be said.”
He didn’t look sorry to be crushing her dreams. In fact, he looked pleased, as did most of the class who listened to her humiliating critique. A few looked embarrassed for her, one even looked sympathetic, but most seemed to find her expulsion amusing.
Why would someone find the destruction of another’s person’s hopes and aspirations amusing? What type of bleak soul would enjoy such a moment?
She entered the building and discovered it to be a museum. According to the leaflet she picked up, the museum’s location had begun as a seventeenth-century mansion built around the ruins of a twelfth-century castle. Many of the pieces within the museum came from the archeological digs about the ground and from the castle itself.
The seventeenth-century owner placed preservation over style, and thus, had his home built around the stone castle, incorporating its stone walls into the layout and structure of his home. The leaflet promised the viewer they’d never see another house so oddly built, nor so large of collection of the day to day tools, furniture, and accouterments of the past centuries in any other museum.
All this for only a two-pound admission.
Two pounds, Alice sighed. She’d have to go without lunch.
Her breakfast had consisted of the back slice of bread one of the kids at the hostel had thrown out with the plastic bag. She really should have lunch.
She turned to go, but she couldn’t. The place literally called to her soul…the one her instructor claimed she didn’t have.

About the Author
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.

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