Thursday, July 25, 2013

Liza O'Connor's Worst Week Ever Blog Tour



Melissa: Liza has sent me a picture book. Evidently, she was tired of writing blogs and wished to draw instead.



Melissa: I can honestly say this is the oddest and most entertaining post I've ever had on my blog. By the way, your turtles look pretty ninja with their little baby pecan legs. :)


Worst Week Ever
by Liza O'Connor
New Adult, Humor, Contemporary

Blurb: What do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with a egoistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?

Book 1 of the 3 book series A Long Road to Love.

Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant, or as his drivers refer to Carrie: 'Trent's brain, left hand, and right hand'. He's had a miserable month without her at his side and to ensure it never happens again, he intends to marry his brilliant beauty. Only given all the times he's threatened to fire her, he's not sure she even likes him. However, the future of his company and his happiness depend upon him succeeding, so Trent begins a slow one week seduction that happens to coincide with Carrie's Worst Week Ever when everything that can go wrong does so in hilarious form.

(Hilarious to the reader--Carrie is not having much fun this week.)

Excerpt: "The door burst open and Trent strode in, followed by a man dressed in a black suit, carrying a tray of food. “Good, you’re finally awake. Saves me from having to throw cold water on you.”

Trent sat on her bed as he pointed to the desk. “Put her breakfast there.”

“On the one of a kind, heirloom desk, which has been in your family since 1845?” his butler asked.

“Yes.”

“No!” Carrie yelled over him. “Let’s put it on the bed stand.” She pushed the Tiffany lamp further back to make room.

“Thank you, miss,” the butler said as he placed the silver tray on the stand and then stepped back. “Will there be anything else?”

“No,” her grumpy boss snapped. The moment the butler stepped into the hall, Trent slammed the door closed and glared at Carrie. “Do not countermand my orders to the staff. They’re impossible enough already.”

She chuckled. “I’m sure they say the same about you.” The tantalizing aroma of her food caught her attention. Unable to resist, she peeked beneath the silver lid.

Trent sat a foot away from her on the bed and sniffed at her plate. “I told the cook she’d be fired if you didn’t eat it.”

“If you actually said that, you should go downstairs and apologize. You appear to have a wonderful cook and should value her.”

He shrugged. “She’s okay. Not as good as the last one though.”

Unwrapping her fork from a swaddling of fine linen, Carrie dug into the egg-white omelet. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy. “God, this is fabulous!”

“Really?” He moved closer and stole her fork so he could try some.

She expected him to smile at first taste. Instead, he became annoyed. “Come on! Your taste buds can’t be that jaded.”

His eyes narrowed. “It’s very good. Far better than the crap she feeds me.”

Carrie shook her head and swiped the fork. If the cook prepared Trent mediocre meals, she understood why. During her first six months at Lancaster Chairs, Trent had threatened her with unemployment on a daily basis and she’d hated it. She nearly grew to hate him, would have, except his remarks always lacked sincerity, as if he’d learned them rote.

Once she’d consumed a quarter of the omelet, she offered him the fork. He smiled and shook his head. “You finish it. The cook will serve me my gruel later. Probably spit in it for good measure.”"



Author Bio: Liza 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. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

On principal, you should visit Liza at: Website

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19 comments:

  1. Thank you for letting me draw all over your blog. I work my crayons down, but I had fun. And whats the point of life if you can't have fun. I hope your viewers enjoy the blog and buy Worst Week Ever.

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    1. Ha, I love your posts, Liza. Glad to have you today. I'll have a review up for you soon as well. :)

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  2. This sounds great, and fun! I'll definitely have to add it to my TBR list :)
    cerianh at rocketmail dot com

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    1. Happy dancing! Don't drink liquids while you read it. It's too funny.

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    1. With or without the narcotics. And you know I cannot follow directions.

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  4. LOL, Liza. I love your posts.

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    1. Thanks. I did have fun creating them.

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  5. Love the picture book! What a unique departure from blog tour posts. And the turtles are perfect.

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    1. Yes, my five year old inner self did a fine job drawing and coloring narcotic turtles. More importantly my wonderful hostesses gave me free rein in my blog creations. And given I named it The Craziest Blog Tour Ever, they knew what they were in for.

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  6. Nancy, you do *not* want that recipe, trust me! I've read this book and it does all sorts of nasty things to you! *nods sagely*

    Hi Ms. Liza, I love this post! And Worst Week Ever, but you already know that! :D

    Good luck on the tour!!!!

    margarettaylor@satx.rr.com

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    1. Well, IF Carrie shared her gram's recipe, I assure you that IT didn't mention Europa Delights, Vacations, or Trips anywhere. It's the old systems adage: Narcotics IN, Narcotics out.

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  7. Cute Excerpt, funny.
    r.d1@myfairpoint.net

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    1. Thanks Renald. You're new to my tour. Feel free to go back and see what other silliness I've gotten up to.

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  8. I'm finally going to get to start it tonight. Tweeted.

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    1. Yeah! Don't drink liquids while you read it.

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  9. Great excerpt.

    Congrats on your new release!

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  10. The characters sound interesting

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

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