To celebrate the arrival of book two of the White Oaks – Mafia series
is 99 cents from June 1-7.
LIZA FACT CHECKS:
ARE THERE BEARS IN IOWA?
You can go to the Department of Natural Resources and verify that bears do not exist in Iowa, never mind all the YouTube pics of bears in Iowa. When pushed, they’ll admit that perhaps one or two are wandering beyond state lines into Iowa, but soon they’ll wander back out. However, they insist there are NO female bears in Iowa. Which is odd since there is a pic of a female with two cubs in Iowa.
So why won’t Iowa admit they have bears? Here’s a possibility: If a state does not acknowledge having a species, then they have no reason to write laws protecting that species. Which means, there are NO laws against shooting a bear in Iowa, since officially no bears exist.
And who might be shooting these non-existent bears? In plain old words, anyone. In a State Park, only people with gun permits are legally allowed to carry loaded handguns inside the park. (That requires you to be 21 or older, take a shooting class, and fill out your permit paperwork.) However, you aren’t supposed to actually fire the gun in a State Park. However, given the rangers recently began to carry assault rifles, I’m thinking the ‘no firing’ rule was being ignored.
Book 1: A Fortune to Die For
99 Cents June 1-7
Megan Clarke had a good life until she wins the Mega Times Lottery and discovers the prize comes with a curse. Worse than the many money-hungry suitors, a serial killer has her in his sight. She changes her name and moves to Iowa with plans to buy their last major forest of white oaks and turn it into a State Park.
Unfortunately, the Lottery Curse doesn’t stop at state lines and someone there wants her dead, as well. Good thing a disturbingly handsome law officer is just as determined to keep her alive.
Excerpt for A Fortune to Die For
Megan realized it was going to be a while before Steve would refocus on the package. “Can I get you something to drink? Green Tea with lemon grass?” He looked health conscious. Actually, he looked like a movie star with a crew cut.
He glanced up. “Sounds good.” He then glanced around. “Any place I can sit and read these?”
“Seriously? There’s got to be over two hundred letters in there.”
“I know. Which is why I’d prefer to do this sitting down.”
“Okay, but if this package blows up on a timer, I’m going to be grumpy when I reach the afterlife.”
He chuckled at her warning, set down the letter he was reading, and picked up the package. “If I open this in the next room, will you be safe from blasts?”
“The room is steel-lined, so I think so. But wouldn’t you rather have some sort of robot handle the matter?”
His adorable grin returned. “Oddly, we don’t have one of those.”
“I could buy you one… You could just take the package somewhere safe and leave it unopened until the robot arrives. I have no problem donating the money to get you guys a bomb robot, given this probably won’t be the last time I need one.”
He studied her a long moment before replying. “You know how I got to be a detective so early in life?”
She almost replied that good-looking people lived a charmed life and received promotions more often than less attractive people, but realized he wouldn’t appreciate her observation. So she behaved and answered, “No.”
“I’ve very good instincts. For example, before you replied, you were thinking something…something I wouldn’t like, so you wisely kept it to yourself.”
Her face burned. Busted! “And your instincts tell you the package is safe?”
“Then take it in the other room and open it.”
Despite his confidence in his instincts, Megan remained on pins and needles for the excruciatingly long half-hour that crawled by as she waited for Detective Williams to return.
Or blow up.
Contemporary Suspense/Sweet Romance
June 1 Release
Tess Campbell is a mafia princess who wants nothing to do with her dangerous family. She’d rather spend her life making Grams’s forest the best state park in Iowa.
Alistair Castile, aka Steel, is a British prince, his archeological career in ruins due to his promiscuous nature. He’s hired on as forest manager of Tess’s woods and quickly falls in love with the charming young woman, so different from the socialites of his world.
Only there are several serious barriers between them: Steel’s career cannot withstand another scandal and Tess’s father will kill anyone who gets in the way of his daughter marrying a Chicago mobster.
Excerpt for Unexpected Love
“Well, since Grumpy didn’t run off and the trap is not yet ruined, your arrival at this car endangered us all when you chose to jump inside. I warned you the bear was still here, but you refused to listen.”
He kicked the back of the seat. Grams turned to face him. “You listen here, young man. You have made some serious errors of judgment today, but it’s not too late to still turn this mission into a success. And if you do, I will not call your superiors and let them know what happened today.”
John huffed but made no more demands.
“Now,” Grams continued. “Does Steve know how to operate the back door so that he can close it before Grumpy escapes?”
“Yes, but the bear won’t go near the truck now.”
“Of course, he will. Damn thing hasn’t had a female in three long years. If you had stayed in your truck and driven off, he’d have probably followed you back to Minnesota on foot.”
Grumpy returned to the back of the truck and sniffed about. Then he viciously swiped the plank with his paw, knocking it into the woods.
“That does it. I’m having Steve close up and drive off.”
“Without you?” Tess challenged. “Because I’m not driving down this road at this hour.”
Grams chuckled. “We didn’t kidnap you. You jumped in my Rover to avoid being eaten. Now stop being such a baby. Grumpy can climb into the back of the truck.”
To prove her right, Grumpy hopped into the back with ease.
John spoke into the com unit. “Steve, lower the back.”
Tess thought he’d made the call too soon, but evidently the scent of a female made Grumpy lose all sense of preservation.
Once the door closed, Steve’s shaky voice came over the unit. “John, the bear has broken apart the female’s cage and he’s fighting with her.”
“I’ll be right there,” John stated and hurried from the Rover, failing to close the back door. Tess cursed him and pulled it shut. She was about to pull away when a young boy came around the truck, ran to the Rover, and jumped in. “Can I stay here until it’s over?”
He was such a cute and presently terrified kid that Tess nodded.
To be honest, the truck did look in danger of going over.
“I thought you guys had tranq guns.”
“John does, but I didn’t want to risk my life on him hitting the right bear before the truck tumbles.”
“Smart boy,” Grams said. “How long has John been working at the sanctuary?”
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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