Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Author Maxine Douglas

I have to say my favorite spot is Galveston, Texas. I loved spending a few days on the beaches of the Gulf of Mexico with my husband. We explored the historic downtown, ate on the wharf, and just relaxed.

If you’ve never been to Galveston, you have got to go. We went in October when it was still in the 70's during the day. At night the warm breezes came in our patio door and the many ships that lined up waiting to dock looked like floating cities at night.

There’s nothing like fresh shrimp or lobster on the wharf or from one of the fishing merchants. We stayed at The Galvestonian in a two bedroom condo so we had our own kitchen. I have to say it was the most relaxing vacation I’ve ever had.

I can’t wait to get back there again!

Title: The Queen
Series and Book: Seasons of Passion: Summer Lovin'
Author/pen name: Maxine Douglas

Genre:  Paranormal Romance

Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing (

Date of Publication:  August 29, 2013

ISBN: 978-1-77127-401-2

Number of pages: 73


Cole Masterson takes a ghost hunting gig aboard the Queen Mary to find out why pictures of his great grandfather and Hanna Amery are in an old locket.

Hanna Amery finds the love she left behind on The Grey Ghost housed in the body of Cole Masterson, she just needs to figure out how to get to him.

What happens when they find each other on opposite planes of the Universe?

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Shrugging off the odd sensation of being watched, I went back to investigating, and snapped pictures of the bunks noting that even with a mattress they had to feel like a board. I certainly wouldn’t trade the luxury of my Sleep Number bed for one of these for an extended period of time for anything. I took several more pictures then covered the lens and turned off the camera.
“Other than my nerves, all is quiet in the Isolation Ward. Gonna call it a night.” I turned away from the beds, then shuffled back toward the sinks. A low groan filled the air, stopping me in my tracks. But looking back I saw no one. Had I just imagined it? Were my nerves playing me up?
“Who’s there?” I double checked the recorder finding the new batteries kept it barely running. Shoot, why I hadn’t thought to bring an extra set of batteries? Normally I would have done that, but tonight was far from normal. “Listen, whoever you are, I’m going to bed now. If you want to talk to me you’ll have to find me tomorrow.”
Quickly stepping out of the ward, wanting nothing more than to get my head on straight, I inched past the attendant’s room and hustled toward the stairs that will take me above deck.
“Dr. Masterson!” Clicking heels hurrying along the floor echoed softly behind me.
The soft feminine English accented voice made me freeze as every hair on my body suddenly stood at attention. Oh my god, I hadn’t imagined her. I spun around eager for a glimpse of her, hearing the urgency in her voice, and groaned when I found no one there. Damn, if she was so eager to reach out to me why wouldn’t she appear?
“Dr. Masterson, please!”
The disembodied voice made my heart ache and my fingers tremble as I once again checked the power of the nearly drained recorder hoping it caught her voice. Swallowing the lump in my throat I said, “Yes?”

Author bio:

Ms. Douglas is a romantic at heart and believes in all things in the nature of love. An avid horse lover and reader, Ms. Douglas loves spending time in the saddle or barn when she can, curled up with a good book, catching up with her oldest grand-daughter, or chasing her youngest grand-daughter around the house.

Ms. Douglas reaches for stars and has been lucky enough to have touched a few throughout her life. Family is important to her, as is touching her readers with her stories of love and passion. She might even make you smile.

A Wisconsin native, Ms. Douglas now resides in Oklahoma with her husband, and is a member of both Romance Writers of America and Oklahoma RWA.

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It’s an affair of the heart.

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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Author Courtney Sheets

Let's take off to paradise on earth with Courtney Sheets.  She'll convince us it's hard to leave Hawaii not inspired!
Aloha e komo mai. Let me first say Mahalo nui loa to the amazing Kay Phoenix for having me here today.

I’m Courtney and I write paranormal romance. Wow, when you say it that way it sounds like I need an intervention. What does that have to do with my favorite vacation spot? Well, I’ glad you asked. I write Hawaiian Paranormal and my most favorite vacation spot in the whole world is my parent’s house on the Big Island of Hawaii.

I have been there many times, more than I can actually remember but I’m old so I can’t remember what I had for lunch last week ;) For me going to Kona is like going home. There is a lot to do on the island when you’re there and my absolute favorite place is The Place of Refuge or Pu’uhonua O Honaunau. The Place of Refuge is a sacred space, now a National Park, that was the site of a temple and King Kamehameha’s summer spot. If you broke the old laws of Hawaii, or Kapu, you were given a chance to save yourself from death. If you could swim across the bay and walk into the temple you lived. BUT, there was a catch. Warriors in outrigger canoes would chase you.

On the other side of the island in Hilo every year there is the Super Bowl of Hula, The Merrie Monarch Festival. Named for King David Kaluakaua, known as the Merrie Monarch, the weeklong festival celebrates all things hula with the Miss Aloha competition, kahiko (traditional), auana (modern), and keiki (kids).

What I love to do the most when I’m in Hawaii is swim. My mom and I go down to the beach, she snorkels, and I swim. Sometimes I sit on the sand and read. For me, Hawaii is home.

When I’m not in the islands I listen to Kapa Radio online and I pretend I’m there. Another addiction that feed my Hawaiian love is cheesy beach movies. Don’t act coy. You know which ones I mean, something from the late fifties or early sixties, featuring the curvaceous Annette Funicello and the manly Frankie Avalon in the throes of teenage hormones How about the ones with Elvis and his white swimsuit strumming an ukulele? When I pop Blue Hawaii or Paradise Hawaiian Style into the DVD player I am instantly taken back to the shores of my island home. 

In the first book in my Gods of Hawaii series, Hawaiian Guardian, my hapless heroine Gloria is confronted with the most delicious Hawaiian hunk when Mano steps from the ocean into her arms. She doesn’t even mind that he occasionally turns into a shark. As a paranormal romance novelist I get to cruise around in the rich textured world of Hawaiian lore and write about sexy beach boys and girls.

In the second, Fire Guardian, all American Jack O’Connor is discovering the mystique of a true island girl with a fiery lineage. Kalama Young is not your usual bikini clad goddess. She also happens to be the daughter of a goddess, Pele the Goddess of fire. Jack’s in trouble, but the good kind.

Is it any wonder I write beach romances set in Hawaii? The mystique of Polynesia and the hunky surf god has always been an attractor for me and my fevered imaginings. There is something so incredibly appealing about an exotic hero and I think a Polynesian warrior is as exotic as they get. A line I love from a cheesy ‘80’s film, spoken by Shelley Long in the character of a romance novelist no less, sums it up best for me. “If there is one thing women love more than muscles, it is brown muscles.” Give me a tall tanned delicious hero and I am set every time.


Title: Hawaiian Guardian
Author/pen name: Courtney Sheets

Genre:  Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Date of Publication:  April 2015

ASIN:   B014OD5TW2

Number of pages: 156
Word Count:  60K


When fiery and voluptuous Gloria Grant is betrayed and jilted by her fiancé, her future in Las Vegas looks bleak. Only the land of her youth can save her injured soul. Returning to the lush Kona coast of Hawaii, she tries to help her great aunt save their family home. Little does she know what her help will bring…. Everything changes one night on a moonlit beach when a man steps from the foamy surf, out of her dreams and straight into her heart.

Dangerously attractive Mano is an ancient warrior, cursed by the gods to live as an aumakua, a shark god. He is a man torn between two worlds, destined to live in neither. When Gloria and her great aunt call upon him for help, he is duty bound to protect them. But his desire for Gloria’s golden flesh soon has the shark man wishing to stay on land forever.

Can Gloria and Mano break the curse and appease the gods? Or is Mano destined to return to the sea, breaking Gloria’s heart in the process?

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Mistress Courtney lives in that enchanted and strange world known as Las Vegas where she writes her naughty stories. With a penchant for Rat Pack music and Absinthe cocktails, Mistress Courtney can be found tooling around Sin City in pencil skirts and high heels. Hobbies include flirting with bad boys sporting tattoos, dreaming about owning a 1938 DeSoto AirFlow in emerald green, and singing torch songs to the full moon.

Mistress Courtney also writes dieselpunk noir and screenplays under the name of Seege Vega. 

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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Author Melanie Banayat

Melanie is a new author to me.  I'm intrigued by her book, and I'm looking forward to reading it.  How about you?
Go On The Trip!

I was sitting in my therapist’s office about six months before my divorce was final when she asked me in a calm, curious tone of voice “what do you want to do when this is all over, Melanie?”  I looked out the window and exhaled a long emotionally exhausted sigh followed by a much longer silent pause. The day she asked me this question I had been going to those art therapy sessions once a week for about five months. By that point I was feeling much stronger emotionally, and ready to move on to the next chapter of my life.  I looked back at her and said something that surprised me.  “I think I need to leave the country for a while.”  I was truly caught off guard by my own answer.  

My therapist had a slight grin on her face and proceeded to inquire further with a series of questions that I obviously hadn’t given a single thought to prior to that moment.  She asked me where I would go and if I had ever traveled by myself out of the country before? She also wanted to know how a trip like that would benefit me at this time of my life?  I had no idea where I would go, I had never traveled outside the country by myself before, but I just felt that I needed to be far away from anything familiar in order to truly transition from my old life into my new one. 

Her questions led to an intriguing conversation of possibilities for the next 30 minutes. The more we talked the more I got excited. She finally looked at me and said, “Go on the trip!”

I went home that day and started searching online for possible places. My first Google search was something like ‘Cool places in Mexico for artists’.  The first result was San Miguel de Allende, followed by a place called Ajijic (pronounced Ah-he-heek). I had heard of San Miguel de Allende, which is a college town. I tried to picture myself in a college town, but all I could imagine was a bunch of partying going on, and in my head I heard one of those loud cartoon-screeches that sounded like a car coming to a quick stop with burning rubber on the road.  Not a good sign.

When I looked up more information on Ajijic my minds eye was lured into the images I saw on the computer.  The landscape looked semi-tropical.  The buildings were classic Mexico with bold, bright colors, and cobblestone streets that lined the shores of a large picturesque lake – Lake Chapala.  I could almost hear the trees blowing in the wind and imagined myself strolling stress-free through the village. 

Six months later my divorce was final, and I began making my plans to visit Ajijic located in Jalisco, Mexico.  My monkey mind suddenly began to bombard me with all kinds of excuses why I shouldn’t do this. 

I can’t afford this.
I don’t need to leave the country to heal and transition.
Mexico isn’t safe.
I have children (who would be with their father while I was gone)
I must be crazy, I don’t know anybody in Mexico and I don’t speak Spanish.
Everyone is going to judge me and think I’m just being selfish.

I had to keep reminding myself about my ‘big why’ for this trip and push out the negative clutter from my head.

I was about to embark on my first solo trip abroad.  I had no idea just how life changing this trip was going to be for me. 

I first went to Ajijic in January for a short trip, because that’s supposedly when the weather is “perfect” in Ajijic. This initial trip was to simply check the place out. To my delight it was even more beautiful than I imagined.  And yes, the weather was quite perfect for casual strolls. But to be honest, I was on a mission to see if Ajijic was a place that I would want to visit for longer than a week.  I know this blog series is about ‘midweek getaways’, but sometimes short getaways have a way of becoming much more.

While I was there in January I ended up putting a deposit down on a casita that was going to be vacated at the end of March, because I decided that I wanted to come back to stay for six months.  It was a beautiful casita located on a hill that overlooked the lake.  It had large windows with plenty of sunlight, a lush garden and a swimming pool shared by the people in the main house.

Ajijic is really just a small village town with an interesting mix of locals and expats (mostly from the United States and Canada).  It was just the kind of low-key place that I needed for healing and transitioning.

My ‘Big Why’ for this trip was to heal emotionally and focus on strengthening my body, mind, and spirit. What I discovered is that traveling abroad can be a fast track to such goals. 

I became more in tune with my gut feelings – my intuition.  Because back home it was easy to fall into autopilot mode, where most of my daily routines were pretty rote. I had to tap into those deeper senses that would guide me in ways I hadn’t paid much attention to before.

Don’t go that way.
This street is safe, Saunter on.
Check out this restaurant or gallery.
Ask that person over there.
Speak up.
Turn back.

Many of the streets in Mexico do not have street signs, so I had to rely a lot more on my internal navigational system, plus I had to become comfortable with asking for help.  I didn’t have a vehicle for the first three months while I was there, so I utilized the public transit system, taxis, and even a little hitch hiking (it’s true, but shhhh, don’t tell my kids).  I only hitch hiked one time in the middle of the day when I jumped into the back of a pick up truck filled with a family of little children and their abuela (grandmother), who was sitting in a folding chair.  I just wanted a quick lift to the next town 3 miles away.  The father and mother sitting in the front seat, with sweet friendly smiles from ear to ear, seamed more than happy to help me out.

This trip also helped boost my self-confidence.  Up until then I didn’t realize that I could actually do life alone, which is part of the reason I stayed in an unhealthy marriage for so long. 

The fact that I could do whatever I wanted to do was mind-blowing.  For those six months my schedule was not being dictated by everybody else’s schedule – no husband to answer to, no customers help, no kids to rush around, no church meetings to attend, and no errands to run. 

I would sleep in, read a book, paint, go to the local gym, ride my bike, and have a leisurely breakfast, lunch, or dinner at any one of the many restaurants.  Which by the way, Ajijic has so many different truly wonderful restaurants with a variety of different cuisines, fabulous dishes, and surprisingly affordable enough to eat out several nights a week.

The people living in Ajijic are some of the kindest people I have ever met in my entire life.  I met such an array of different personalities and characters. Many of the locals lived in very humble homes with their entire families including grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, adult children on down to grandchildren.  The longer I was there my face became familiar to some of the shop and restaurant owners and I was often invited to join them for dinners or birthday celebrations. Living in Ajijic was like going back in time when the pace of life was much slower with children playing ball in the streets and most people greeting you just in passing on the sidewalk with a friendly Hola!

One of the things that surprised me most about Ajijic was the very active population of retired expats, which were really just of bunch of older hippies – yep throwbacks from the 1960s still being true to their rebel lifestyles.  They were party animals!  Seriously.  I kid you not!  The more expats I met the more invitations I received to go dancing, go out to dinner, go to a play or concert, a group tour of art museums in Guadalajara, or whatever! And there was quite the population of expats in their 30s and 40s living there as well (also more hippies).  They were the ones who liked staying out all night dancing then hitting the all night taco place at 3 am.  Why not?! I had to do it at least once.  However, I must say, at age 40 I realized pretty fast that I wasn’t quite the same all-night party animal that I was in my early 20s pre-parenthood!  But it was certainly fun for at least the one night (okay, it might have been two or three other times as well).

One of my favorite memories was when some of my new friends encouraged me to have an art show exhibiting all the artwork I created during my time there. I created a pretty large body of work, so I thought it would be a good way to celebrate. They took care of all the marketing, I was featured on the front page of their local newspaper, they helped me hang my artwork on the walls in my casita, they created flyers, sent out invitations, provided the food, beer, wine, and spiked punch, and basically made the whole event come to fruition.  It was a great turnout and an absolute blast! 

My last month in Mexico was spent with a man named Bill Scholar, who happened to also be in Ajijic to do some healing of his own.  His mother, Rachel, had attended my art show and the next day she told her son that he really needed to go see my art before it was taken down. So she contacted me to see if my work was still up and if her son could come see it.

That afternoon Bill came over.  When I opened the door a very handsome man around my age was standing there with a giant friendly smile.  We had an instant rapport, or maybe it was more like a strong attraction. He came in, viewed my art and had a lot of questions for me about the art.  Before I knew it we were sitting in a restaurant and in deep conversation about life and struggle and cancer, because Bill had just recently been diagnosed with stage-4 melanoma cancer. 

We hit it off so well that we decided to spend as much time together as possible before I headed back the States.  Though we did not have a romantic relationship, it was certainly full of lively adventures, including a memorable Lila Downs concert. That concert inspired us to take a cross-country excursion over to a beautiful colonial city of Patzcuaro, in the state of Michoacán in search of a pair of blue boots like the ones Lila downs was wearing on stage – just because (retail therapy!).

For those of you who may not know, Lila Downs is an American-Mexican singer songwriter. She played the beautiful young woman who sings in the movie ‘Frida’ played by Salma Hayek. ‘Frida’ is one of my all time favorite movies and Lila’s voice is powerful and soulful.

I kid you not, we searched through about a dozen different zapateria (shoe stores), all the while acting like giggling, silly teenagers on a scavenger hunt.  After our day of speed shopping we ended up sitting at a table for two at a quaint sidewalk café laughing about our adventure.  We said, “oh well, it was fun even though we came up empty handed with no blue boots to show for our efforts!’ 

We got up from the table and headed back to our car just around the corner.  As we turned the corner I glanced into one more zapataria and right there in the window were a beautiful pair of blue boots.  We just couldn’t believe it.  We were bustin’ a gut when we realized we passed it right at the start when we first walked into the town.

Here’s the cool thing about those blue boots that Bill and I finally found – they have the word “Frida” imprinted in the leather soles on the bottom of the boot, because it happens to be the name of the company that makes the boots.  I thought to myself, “Serendipity!”  Yes, I bought the boots.

That trip with Bill was the perfect ending to my time in Mexico.  We spent many hours sharing stories about our life journeys, all the ups and down, our struggles with being CONTROLLERS, plus all the lessons and blessings we were both trying to learn from that, which was a big part of what brought us both there to Ajijic to heal.

Sometimes we just escaped into silent reminiscing while listening to the lyrics of the music I compiled onto a CD for Bill.  That trip helped me gain better insight into the meaning of just BE-ing.  We talking honestly about how we wanted to practice more BE-ing and less DO-ing in life, and how being over-DO-ers really did more harm than good.

When I came back to the United States one of the first things I did was set up my art studio and work on a painting in memory of my trip with Bill.  The painting is titled, ‘Blue Boots’.

About six months later I received a phone call from Bill’s mother, Rachel, telling me that Bill had died, and he wanted to make sure I knew, because we were planning to take another trip together. I had just finished the painting of Blue Boots and sent a print to Bill’s mother in Mexico.

Meeting Bill and everyone else on that trip was the best medicine for my soul.  I learned to laugh again, smile, take chances on new relationships, enjoy life more, and live more fully in the moment. My time in Ajijic was filled with many valuable life lessons, incredibly memorable experiences, and even a few scary moments. 

Upon my return back to the United States, I was most definitely not the same person I was when I left, and THAT my friends was the plan. I was now able to show up for my children as the mother they needed me to be, as well as the confidence and gumption to live in alignment with my values.

I’m incredibly grateful my therapist recommended that I GO ON THE TRIP!  And I am truly glad I did.

Melanie Banayat
Board Certified Holistic Health Coach, Author, Speaker, Workshop Facilitator, Professional Artist.

Title: Stretch Your Brave, Hack Your Story
Author/pen name: Melanie Banayat

Genre:  Self Help

Publisher:  Whole Heart Publishing

Date of Publication:  April 2015

ISBN: 978-0-9962277-5-9

Number of pages: 185

          A key missing component to the typical conventional western medicine doctor visit is your story. You fill out a checklist of symptoms and conditions on a five page health history form and get a short seven minute consult with the doctor who then prescribes a pill for each ill, and you're never asked to tell your story. There are rarely any in-depth inquires about what might have caused the inflammation, symptom, or discomfort in the first place.
     It's a blessing to be able to investigate and set a story free.  As we grow older we tend to hold on to most of our stories and drag them around like a collection of heavy boulders that fester and manifest into disease.
     What the heck does "Stretch Your Brave, Hack Your Story" mean? Well, one of the goals of this book, and the companion workbook, The Common Courage Way, is to challenge you to become a 'hacker.' What is a hacker?  In this case, hackers are positive innovators. Hackers are people who challenge and change systems to make them work differently - to make them work better - it's a mindset. Any and every system is open game for being hacked these days - even your health story.
     If you have been suffering with chronic diseases of lifestyle for entirely too long, with little to no relief, and no signs of true healing - then you may be stuck in story. Banayat takes you on an exploratory journey through 16 different stories that give you insight into fiery dramas, unexpected traumas, in addition to the everyday struggles with relationships, medications, spirituality, addictions, food intolerances, and chemical imbalances. She even tells her own story of recovery from Rheumatoid Arthritis.

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     For over thirty years Banayat has used storytelling in her professional fine art career and has graced the pages of this book with images from her original artworks.  The artwork sets a beautiful tone for introspection. This book was designed to leave out on your coffee table where you can read one or two stories at a time and ponder the contents. For more information please visit

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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.

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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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