Tuesday, March 24, 2015


I came across a lovely new review today for SINCE ALL IS PASSING. The review is on Goodreads, and is written by Sue1958.


Please check it out, and if you’re so inclined, you can “like” the review.

If you’d like to check out the book for yourself, you can find the links here:


They say “Timing is everything.” That’s true in this case, at least, as SINCE ALL IS PASSING is currently on sale in every e-book format for 25% off! Can’t beat that. ;-)

Monday, March 23, 2015

My Theme For the A-Z Blog Challenge

It’s time to reveal my theme for the upcoming A-Z Blog Challenge, which takes place throughout the month of April. I’m a newbie here—my first time doing this--so I’ve looked at lots of other theme announcements on other participants’ pages, and here’s what I’ve come up with.


As this is my first time doing the A-Z challenge, I don’t want to bog myself down with too narrow a focus. So since my blog is called, “The World According To Liz,” I’ll use that as my theme. I’ll give you my take on anything that crosses my mind: books, writing, movies, travel, animals, nature, family. And my take tends to be a little skewed, a little off-center.

Looking forward to interacting with all of you throughout April. I’ll welcome comments and your thoughts on whatever the daily topic is. And if you have a suggestion for a topic farther down the road…er, down the alphabet…I’d like to hear that also. Let the fun begin!

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

A-Z Challenge

I’ve signed up for the A-Z Blog Challenge, which takes place in the month of April. This means I will post a brief entry each day of April (excluding Sundays). The entries will be about something that starts with A for the first day, B for the second, etc Here’s more info about it:


The participants are showcasing just about everything you can think of, from animals and art, to travel and writing. There’s something for everyone!

I hope you’ll visit my blog starting on April 1, and stick with me throughout the month. See you there!

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Review of Harcourt’s Mountain

Harcourt’s Mountain, by Elaine Dodge, is a historic romance set in the old west. Hope Booker arrives at the frontier of British Columbia as a captive, to be sold off as a bride—or prostitute—to the highest bidder. Hope has no memory of how she ended up on the ship, and can only wait to see what Fate has in store for her.

Luke Harcourt isn’t in the market for a bride, but something about Hope’s dress and demeanor calls out to him, and he hands over the requisite one hundred dollars in gold. In exchange, he’s given what’s referred to as a marriage certificate, but what is in reality a bill of sale.

Hope soon learns Luke is a gentleman who won’t force himself on her. She finds herself falling in love with Luke, but doesn’t believe he shares her feelings. Luke knows Hope has been through an ordeal, so he takes it slowly with her, working together each day with her on his land in the mountains, and sleeping in the barn each night. As she begins to feel safe, her memories slowly return…and then her greatest nightmare shows up in person.

Author Elaine Dodge has done a fabulous job of bringing British Columbia of 1867 to life. The settings make a perfect showcase for Hope and Luke as their story unfolds. I felt I was there, watching Luke split logs or Hope work in her vegetable garden. The villains are especially evil, and made me want to push them off a cliff. The secondary characters are fully fleshed out and believable.

You’ll cheer for Hope and Luke as their relationship, tenuous and fragile at first, blooms into love despite all obstacles. Don’t miss this exquisite love story!

Monday, February 16, 2015

Monday Gripes, 2/16/15

Here’s my gripe for today, and the past three weeks:

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Nuff said!

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Guest Author Elaine Dodge


Today I welcome guest blogger Elaine Dodge, author of the historical romance, HARCOURT’S MOUNTAIN. Read on to get to know her and her work!


Getting on Famously

I met someone famous once. And for the life of me I can’t remember his name. I could look it up but frankly, I don’t think he deserves it. I was scarred for life. It’s his fault I no longer wear high-heels.

I was a teenager and you know how easily breakable they can be. I was trying so hard to be grown-up and had bought these grey, 4 inch high-heeled shoes with money I’d made working Saturday mornings at the local chemist’s. The trouble began on the night my family and I went to the theatre. I loved the theatre. As a very young child I’d believed that the people who came on in the dark between scenes, all dressed in black, were theatre elves that lived behind the curtains and moved things around on stage for the humans. Like the elves in the story of the shoemaker. Yes, I know, but give me a break, I was only a child. Albeit one with a troublesome imagination. I didn’t have any imaginary friends. I had imaginary lives.

As a family, we’d watched every episode and the movie of “All Creatures Great and Small” and the star of the film had arrived in Zimbabwe to play the lead role in the play, “Whose Life is it Anyway?” There was no question; we were going to see it. It was the perfect opportunity to dress up and wear those shoes.

The play itself was excellent. After the final curtain, Dad suggested that we try and get backstage to meet the star. There was no hanging around at the stage door for us. Dad took us up the stairs on the side of the stage and accosted the man as he was making his way into the wings. At the best of times my father has a rather forbidding aspect and when he’s being determined he can give Captain Ahab on a bad day a run for his money. And we’re a tall family. I was the shortest person in it and I’m five feet ten. My brother, who is younger than me, always called me his little sister. So, to be fair, we probably terrified the poor man.

It was as I was crossing the stage that I realised things were not going to go well. He looked firstly annoyed. How dare these colonials accost him like this! Had they never heard of stage etiquette? Then terrified. Oh my great aunt! They’re huge! And then, quite frankly, vicious. But it was when I stood next to him that things got ugly. If he’d stood on his tippy-toes he may have reached the five foot mark. With my prized heels on I was six feet. “Good grief!” he said. “You’re a big girl!”

I threw the shoes away that night. It was the one and only time I’d worn them. I wear takkies (tennis shoes/ sneakers) most of the time now. Not that I don’t love a fabulous pair of shoes and will wear them with abandon if I have anywhere to wear them to. I just don’t wear anything with a stiletto. And I drive a scooter, so footwear choices are pretty limited.

But as a writer, famous people, and I hope to be one, one day – as a best-selling author not a psychotic killer of arrogant actors under five feet tall, I hasten to add – …where was I? Oh yes, famous people. They’re usually in the forefront of our, alright, my mind when I create characters for my books. Take Luke Harcourt from “Harcourt’s Mountain” for example. Creating him was easy. I just wrote Daniel Craig. I have a terrible crush on the man. And best of all? He’s five feet ten.


Book blurb and cover

clip_image002Spring, 1867 – The western frontier of British Columbia hardly seems a likely place for romance. Filthy, terrified and confused, HOPE BOOKER is waiting to be sold off the ‘bride’ ship. LUKE HARCOURT happens upon the sale. It’s not love at first sight, but he feels compelled to save her from a life of slavery and prostitution. To allay her fears of being raped, Luke promises never to touch her. Being a man of his word, this is a pledge he quickly finds almost impossible to keep.

Battling their growing attraction to each other, they must learn to live together in the forests of the wild and almost unexplored mountains. They face white water, Indians, wolves, and dangerous men.

No longer able to deny their feelings, their ‘happy-ever-after’ is shattered when a corrupt land baron forces Luke’s hand. Enraged at the man’s actions, Luke rides into town—and disappears.

Alone and pregnant, Hope faces the prospect of the worst winter in ten years. The trauma of fighting off a hungry grizzly brings on labor, but the baby is stuck. Luke meanwhile wakes up on a ship bound for South America, captained by a revengeful sadist who plans to murder him. Will Luke survive and make it back to Hope in time?

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Harcourt’s Mountain is available from:

Tirgearr Publishing, Kindle, Smashwords, Apple, Kobo, Nook, Sony, All Romance Books, Omnilit.

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Wednesday, February 04, 2015

Windows 8.1 and Me

Every time I get good and comfortable with a computer and operating system, I find I need a new one. It takes forever to transfer all the important files to the new computer, lots of research to find out which of my favorite programs will work on the new system, and even such things as learning to type on a different keyboard with a different feel.

I’ve heard learning something new is good for your brain. I’ve also heard stress is bad for your brain. So what if you have a little of each? Do they balance out?

What has been your experience with new computers? New software? Windows 8.1? Any tricks or tips?

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Guest Author J. D. Martins

Please help me welcome guest blogger, author J.D. Martins, whose book, “One Night in Madrid,” is available from Tirgearr Publishing. Here’s the blurb:

One Night in Madrid by JD Martins - 500

Danny left Dublin for Madrid two years ago, but still scans the crowd in the Irish pubs for the face of someone from home. Though doubtful he'll ever recognise anybody, one evening he sees Aisling, a girl he'd known - or wished he'd known - at university. Beautiful but haughty, she'd always ignored Danny, and though he'd fantasised about making love to her, she'd never so much as smiled at him.

To his amazement, Aisling is extremely friendly when she meets him all these years later and away from home. She is still snobby and condescending, but Danny decides to make her night as enjoyable as he can, hoping for one last chance to impress her and make his teenage fantasies come true. As the sultry Madrid night progresses, mere lust grows into affection, and Danny begins to see her snobbery as something else entirely. Will Aisling see Danny as more than just a way to pass her night in Madrid?

Liz: Tell us a little about yourself and what inspired you to become a writer?

J.D.: I’m afraid I can’t divulge much more than you can read on my bio page on Tirgearr Publishing’s website: I have a long-term partner and have moved around the globe a bit since leaving home after college. I didn’t study English, but I did play around with poetry in my teens - the usual angst-ridden stuff – and joined the English Literature Society for a couple of years.

Liz: Tell us what “One Night in Madrid” is about.

J.D.: It’s about having that rare chance to revisit your past: to encounter someone from your youth in a different context, which gives you the ability to engage in a way you probably couldn’t have if you’d met in your old haunts. This new situation also lets you see the past from a different angle, and see things from the other person’s perspective. In Danny’s case, he was not altogether correct in his assessment of Aisling in his teens, but what he does with that new information remains to be seen. It is in one sense a search for validation, but also a self-examination and acceptance of one’s own flaws.

Liz: If you were casting the movie version of “One Night in Madrid,” whom would you choose for the leading roles?

J.D.: The character of Danny might be well-played by Shia Le Beuf, perhaps, though I sometimes cringe at his roles. The role of Aisling is harder to decide… a younger Claire Danes, maybe.

Liz: Are you an outliner or do you write by the seat of your pants?

J.D.: I’d have to say outliner – very rough outlines that often have to be modified when what I end up writing upsets them, but if I don’t have an idea of what’s going to happen, I generally don’t start to write more than a few thousand words and once that gives me an idea of the characters and possible journeys, I figure that out and write the rest.

Liz: If you weren’t a writer, what would you be?

J.D.: I’d have loved to be a zookeeper. I love animals and that’s one of the reasons I’m going to give ten percent of my royalties to the charity WWF – the World Wildlife Fund. Looking after large mammals like zebras and giraffes would be cool, not to mention the wolves and big cats.

Liz: Tell us about a hidden talent you have that most people don’t know about?

J.D.: I give great massages. I never trained for it, but I’ve been complimented on the quality. I only give massages to girls I’m seeing – I find it very difficult to stop sexual feelings entering the equation – so a very few people have experienced one of my massages, so it’s a well-hidden talent.

Liz: What’s your favorite comfort food?

J.D.: I don’t normally need much comforting, except after long night drinking, like I used to have in Madrid. There, a beer and a plate of grilled prawns on a terrace would sort me out. When that’s not an option, then I go back to the fast food of my youth – burgers and chips with plenty of ketchup. Chocolate and colacola work in a pinch, though.

Liz: What’s your favorite non-writer-related website?

J.D.: I love IMDB.com – I think that is what the internet was invented for: reams of info at your fingertips that can then guide your Netflix queue choices! Of course, Wikipedia has made the world a better place, but I use it a lot for writing related research…

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To find out more about J.D. and his book, visit these links:







Draining the glass, Danny placed it on the bar, debating whether to have another pint, or stroll home and have a glass of wine while he prepared dinner. The plan was just one pint, but he needed to tell himself that twice; once when he went into the bar and again when he'd finished the drink. He knew if he did have a second pint the hunger might go off him, and he might get chatting to someone. Then he'd end up with a kebab on the way home instead of the chicken curry for which he'd ingredients waiting in his kitchen.

And then he saw her.

She stood quite near, surrounded by a tight knot of people at the edge of the dance floor that had parted momentarily. She wore a cotton summer dress that showed the sweep of her shoulder blades and spine. The dress was floral, red with splashes of black and dark blue. She wore soft brown leather sandals that were almost invisible against her tanned feet. Her toenails were painted red but her fingernails were French polished. A silver or white-gold bracelet hung from her right wrist, and on her left she wore a silver wristwatch, which a discreet look later told him was a Patek Philippe. In her ears she had diamond stud earrings, and on the ring finger of her right hand was a silver ring with a blue stone he couldn't identify.

He didn't see her face straight away, yet something deep inside him said it had to be her.

In college, he'd often stared at this girl's long blonde hair from a few seats behind in the lecture theatre, while far below them a maths professor droned on about matrices. He knew the shape of her head and neck, had observed her tie up that hair, amazed at the beauty of the fine, straight filaments, the way the strands slid like silk over one another, yet held as one tight rope. When she was an infant her mother had clearly decided ever cutting such hair would be a sin, and she’d concurred. She plaited it, put it in a ponytail, tied it up around a clip made of what seemed to Danny like a piece of wood and two chopsticks, or simply a spare pencil. Sometimes it splayed out across her shoulders like a cascade of spun gold. Now it was pulled up in a silver clasp, to reveal the nape of a long, fine neck, and soft-skinned shoulders.

Those shoulders had been bared before, in a hot September of their freshman year, and later, during the intense study month when the cherry blossoms bloomed and fell across the lawns of campus. Danny had fantasised about slipping off that shoulder strap, letting the silky string fall down along her arm, trailing his fingers along her collarbone and ribs and pushing aside the top to expose her breasts….

When she turned around in the bar and he saw her face, Danny instantly searched through his memory to match her visage, and see all six numbers of recognition. It came out a winner. She stared back at him, her brain no doubt doing the same. Although still early, and most—apart from the pre-marriage revellers—were only on their second or third drink, Danny thought she must have been fairly merry already, because as she recognised him she smiled.

She’d never smiled at him before—not in four years of college. Then again, they’d not interacted much. They'd never really talked, never attended the same classes after second year. He'd always told himself she’d never smiled at him because she didn’t know him. Once or twice, of course, she'd turned around, casually, and seen him. But she'd seen lots of others sitting behind her, too. The back rows of the lecture theatre were filled with Danny's friends, who'd varying levels of interest in her hair and the maths lecture; from zero to all-absorbed.

The chance to get to know her had never come around. She'd majored in chemistry, Danny in computer science. He had taken a chemistry class in second year, but she'd always seemed to sit on the opposite side of the theatre then. His gaze had often paused upon her face as he searched through those assembled in a lecture the way he did through the throng of a bar.

She was stunning. Her frame was that of someone who was fit without effort. A swimmer or a gymnast at some point, she had a fine body, breasts the way Hemingway described, wide womanly hips and a behind that eyes or hands could never tire of. She had crystal blue eyes like deep Antarctic ice, and a button nose. Her mouth was perfect. Her teeth had had money spent on them, but her lips were natural; she had a dazzling smile. But before that moment in a Madrid bar, Danny had only received the coldness of those glacial eyes.

Friday, January 09, 2015

Romance Writing Course Scheduled

I'm teaching a new section of "Writing the Romance Novel" at Writer's Digest University. It's an awesome course! You can find out more about it and register here:


If you have any questions, give a holler. Hope to see you there!

Friday, December 12, 2014

Half Off My Time-Travel Romance

Amber Quill Press is offering a fifty percent discount on time-travel romances purchased today, December 12. Please check out my time-travel romance set in ancient Egypt, LADY OF THE TWO LANDS:


One minute, Hattie Williams is in a museum, sketching a gold necklace that belonged to Hatshepsut, first female Pharaoh of Egypt; and the next, she's lying in a room too archaic to be the museum, with a breathtakingly handsome, half-naked man named Senemut bending over her.

Hattie soon discovers she's been thrust into the body and life of Hatshepsut, with no way back to her own time. Tuthmosis, the heir to the throne, hates her; the High Priest of Amun and the commander of the army want to kill her and Tuthmosis; and the best bathroom facilities in the country are the equivalent of a cat-box.

To make matters more difficult, she's falling helplessly in love with Senemut, and soon, she's not sure she even wants to return home. To protect Tuthmosis from assassination, the lovers arrange to put Hattie on the throne. But, what should she do when she suddenly finds herself, an obscure artist from Chicago, crowned ruler of all Egypt?

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Fifty Percent Off Sale!

Two of my books from Amber Quill Press are on sale for 50% off Wednesday, November 19 to Friday, November 21.

Click here for LADY OF THE TWO LANDS, my time travel romance set in ancient Egypt: http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/136-Lady-Of-The-Two-Lands.aspx

And click here for SINCE ALL IS PASSING, my romantic suspense: http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/209-Since-All-Is-Passing.aspx

Fifty percent off! For these three days only! Don’t miss it. Makes a great holiday gift…or a gift for yourself. Winking smile

Monday, November 17, 2014

Grumpy Monday

Who’s sick of winter already? Let’s see a show of hands!

Maybe it’s just a question of adapting, but these miserable near-freezing temps, endless rain and gray, gray skies are getting me down. Yes, I’m lucky that I don’t have to go out in it any farther than the mailbox, and for that I give thanks. But the weather outdoors seems to make the indoors more miserable than usual.

Anyone else notice that? It may be the same temperature inside, thanks to central heating, as on a sunny day, but when it’s nasty outside, it feels colder and damper than when the sun is out.

And although I’d rather drive in rain than snow, somehow snow falling is a cheerful thing to witness from inside a warm house, whereas rain is just…blah at best.

The only good thing about such a gloomy day is cozying up with a knitted shawl, sweater or cowl (or maybe all!) and a nice hot cup of tea. Sounds like the right idea, so off I go!

Monday, November 10, 2014

5-Star Review

A wonderful surprise awaited me when I checked my e-mail this morning…a link to a new review for SINCE ALL IS PASSING. Any new review is a bit nerve-wracking as you can only hope the reviewer liked your book.

Well, this one did! So, please take a minute to check out this absolutely fabulous review for SINCE ALL IS PASSING:


It really made my day!

Monday, November 03, 2014

New Session of “Writing the Romance Novel”

I'm teaching a new section of "Writing the Romance Novel" at Writer's Digest University. It's an awesome course! You can find out more, and register, here:
Hope to see you there!