Cougars and Witches – WOW!
May 19, 2010 | Friends
Today we have award winning author, Lizzie T. Leaf as our guest.
Lizzie started life in Kansas, continued her growing in North Carolina, and currently shivers through the winters in Colorado. She has numerous e-books in varying lengths with several publisher, and her first print book, Struck by Lightning, won dual 2007 Beacon awards, in addition to being a finalist in two other contests. Her novella, Dead Faint was a 2008 Finalist for Best Vampire at Love Romances Cafe.
Since discovering the fun of writing paranormal, she plays with creating vampires, faeries and other immortals. Currently, she is working on a full length paranormal novel set in Scotland that brings in Celtic folklore and a couple of ‘godly’ realms. Mix them together and there will be laughs for sure.
When not creating mischief for paranormal beings, or writing another Cougar story, Lizzie loves to read, spend time with her family and travel, as much as time and budget will allow, with her best friend husband.
We have two books to tease you. Butterfly Kisses is a contemporary Cougar Club release and Dogspell unleashes Lizzie’s humor. Enjoy!
Lizzie T. Leaf
Aspen Mountain Press
Tony Roberts is a Wyoming cowboy who’s also the head of a successful New York law firm. And he has a secret: he’s had a crush on his favorite artist for years. When he finally meets Susan, his fantasy becomes reality. Problem is, she’s also the mother of of his employee Scott Clarke–who’s also a good friend.
Susan Mayrah Clarke’s life has been fine without a man, so she’s unprepared for the sudden attraction to Tony when her son brings him home for Thanksgiving. Why did Scott have to bring home a cowboy that makes her wish she were twenty years younger? Unsure of what to do, Susan turns to the ladies of the Cougar Club group for advice.
Susan and Tony can’t resist the physical force that brings them together. Will the difference in their ages ruin their chance at love?
Why did his touch when he reached out to keep her from falling send shockwaves down her spine? Pulling her arm free, Susan struggled to banish the heat between her thighs.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Once again, a flush surged upward, accentuating his high cheekbones and drawing her attention to his dark gray eyes. The thoughts that danced in her head were not ones the mother of his employee should entertain.
She fought to tamp down the heat that rushed through her body and focus on the mess.
The man may be a wiz in the courtroom, but in the kitchen he is a walking disaster. And tongue-tied.
Where was all the suave glibness Scott raved about when he described his boss? This man reminded her of a teenager in an awkward social moment.
“Why don’t you sit over at the bar with Scott and eat while I take care of this.” The further away from her he was, the safer she felt. There was something about this man that tugged at an emotion she didn’t want to remember right now—lust. She couldn’t deny the thrill that surged through her. His hands on her arms when he’d helped her to stand after they collided left a tingle on her skin that still lingered. She was too old, and too wise, to take a run at her son’s friend, let alone his boss.
It had been a long time since she’d been intimate with anyone, but to have a strange man, a younger one at that, awaken her sex drive was not going to happen. Hell, she’d be one of those Cougars that her sister Renee had gone on about when they talked earlier. Maybe if this was an example of what was in the pond to troll for, she needed to reconsider her sister’s idea.
What the hell am I thinking? Renee is two years younger than me and has always been wilder. I’m not ready to become a card-toting Cougar. At least not yet.
Lizzie T. Leaf
Red Rose Publishing
Has Randall McAllister gone to the dogs?
Once again, his witchy teenage sisters screwed up a spell at his expense, leaving him a black Scottie. Doing what comes naturally to dogs, he collides with the car of the town veterinarian. Living with the compassionate Amanda Livingston, he discovers the love of his dreams.
Will he spend his life as a lap dog to the woman he knows is his soul mate, or will he be able to break the dog spell?
Rand opened his eyes and groaned. His attempt to move sent pain ripping through his body and someone was using his head as a drum. Not even the dim lights and the soothing croon of Barry Manilow in the background made him feel any better, but at least someone had good taste in music.
Damn, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.
The closing of a drawer drew his attention toward an open door into what appeared to be the bathroom. A woman came into view and stopped. The light behind her made the t-shirt she wore transparent and did nothing to hide the curves beneath it.
“You’re awake.” She advanced toward him, and from the light of the bedside lamp he could see the deep rich honey color of the long braid hanging over her shoulder. “Do you need to go outside, or are you not up to that yet?”
Why the hell did she talk to him like a child? Oh yeah. That’s right. You’re a dog.
Memories of the earlier part of his evening came rushing back. Chasing the yellow tom had been exhausting, but the vehicle slamming into him had been worse. Yeah, guess he had been hit by a truck, or at the very least an SUV.
His sisters were dead when he got his hands on them.
Along with the events from earlier, a fuzzy recollection of talking to a grey and white cat while he was stretched out on a stainless steel table, tickled around the edges of his memory. What was it the creature had said? Right. This must be the vet the cat raved about. The feline beast seems to think this woman is a goddess. I can vouch for the fact she sure looks like one.
We’ll be back tomorrow with Lizzie and her fondness for dead. 🙂 Until then…
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell