Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Author Elizabeth Spaur

I'm hosting Elizabeth Spaur today.  She is the current president of my local RWA chapter, and she is full of amazing ideas and insights.  And, her post makes me want to hop on a plane to...
This was a tough one. I’ve been on some amazing trips. I finally decided to ask myself one question. If I could only take trips to one place for the rest of my life, where would it be? I chose Hawaii.

My husband and I honeymooned there and my nephew was married there. When my husband and I went there on our honeymoon we tried to do everything. We started out on the big island of Hawaii and ended up in Oaho. My husband is a World War II history buff and could essentially live at Pearl Harbor when we visit.

I love everything about the islands. There is so much to see and do. There are also amazing locations where you can do nothing. It is a combination of beautiful scenery, rich history and vibrant culture.


Title: Decades of Love
Author/pen name: Elizabeth Spaur

Genre:  Romance 

Publisher: Sin City Romance Writers

Date of Publication:  February 28, 2017

eBook ISBN – 10 is 0-9986721-1-4
eBook ISBN – 13 is 978-0-9986721-1-3
print ISBN – 10 is 0-9986721-0-6
print ISBN – 13 is 978-0-9986721-0-6

Number of pages: 370

Blurb: Love hits the jackpot in these six seductive tales, each set in a different decade in the hottest, wildest, most sinful of cities - Las Vegas.  In Elizabeth Spaur’s Miss Atomic Bomb, a beauty pageant brings a cowboy and city girl together.  A desperate singer finds new hope with a not-so-jaded casino owner in B.A. McIntosh’s Home at Last.  In Lynn Crain’s, Hooked on a Feeling, two Vietnam vets get a second chance at love while facing enemies at home.  A rodeo star falls hard for a showgirl in Diane Deeds’s Total Eclipse of the Heart.  In Kay Phoenix’s An Unexpected Knight, a hero on a mighty steed captures the heroine’s heart. A good girl learns that being bad can be very, very good in Tami Cowden’s It Happened One Vegas Night.   Mobsters and G-men, cowboys and showgirls, singers and dancers, and even a knight in shining armor all find that Sin City is not just a place to have fun – but also a great place to fall in love.  

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Las Vegas, September 1953
Lily Genarro’s career as a Las Vegas showgirl lasted a total of five minutes and thirty-six seconds. Unfortunately, it didn’t end the way she’d hoped. She made sure her fan kick went left when it was supposed to go right. What she hadn’t intended was for the buckle of her shoe to hook Mary Ellen Pinski’s feathered headdress. A second later the entire chorus line went down like a row of rainbow feathered dominoes. She tried to slink away, but her shoe was still attached to a string of bright red feathers. Instead of escaping backstage, she found herself face first on the floor, trying to decide which was worse – being caught in the middle of a mob war in Chicago or living with an uncle in Las Vegas who was sure all her problems would be solved if she was a star.
An hour later, she sat in her Uncle Tony’s office while the show’s director fired her, without actually saying the words. She twirled a black curl around her finger, trying not to show how happy she was that at least one thing had gone the way she’d wanted tonight.
“I’m sure you can understand, Lily. We simply can’t risk another…incident like this.” Myron Lynch shuddered and glanced out of the corner of his eye at Tony Genarro, the owner of the casino and hotel. Myron mopped his brow with one hand and leaned in to pat her knee with the other.
Lily shifted back slightly. She’d nicknamed the mousey little man Myron Drench, due to his unfortunate tendency to sweat and, right now he was dangerously close to dripping all over her.
“Four of the girls are out for at least two weeks. Mary Ellen has a concussion,” Myron continued.
“A concussion?” Tony raised an eyebrow. “From falling down?”
“Well, no.” Myron brought his handkerchief to his face again, although she didn’t understand why. By now it was so wet it couldn’t do anything to stop more moisture from trickling down his forehead. “Apparently, when your niece tripped trying to get off stage, she kicked Mary Ellen in the head, and knocked her out.” He started to twitch, glancing back and forth from Lily to Tony.

Author bio:
When her physics teacher gave her detention for reading a romance novel during class, Elizabeth Spaur knew she was destined to be romance writer. Her journey from physics class to published author as gone from coast to coast and led her through multiple industries, including film and television, banking and the law. Every step along the way has enriched her life and helped her tell stories that always come with a happily ever after and, usually, a side of snark. Elizabeth writes contemporary, historical and paranormal romance. She lives with the love of her life and two pairs of cats and dogs, all of whom are named after television crime fighters.  She enjoys hearing from her readers at

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