Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Liza O'Connor's Crazy Blog Tour!

Maria: Today we have Sam, Trent's driver from Worst Week Ever. He's supposed to give us the scoop on all the main characters. I hope he shows.

Maria: This must be him now.

Sam: Hey Maria. If I had known how pretty you are, I would have arrived a few hours early.

Maria: Be still my heart.  *takes a deep breath* So why a painting instead of a picture?

Sam: Not sure. Either Liza can't afford to buy pictures--she's a starving author, you know-- or she just likes to paint.  You like?

Maria: No complaints, just wondering.  You know, you kind of resemble--

Sam: Don't even go there. I in no way resemble Trent. I'm a real man, not some pampered Lord Fauntleroy.  

Maria: I'll grant you, you look more approachable, but you do have the same forehead, blue eyes, jaw shape. 

Sam: What I don't have is a billion dollars, a penthouse or a Long Island Estate. However, I do know how to treat a lady to a good time. *eyes Maria with interest*

Maria: I'm married.

Sam: *grins and gives a slight shrug*

Maria: So talk about your relationship with--

Sam: the ladies?

Maria: No, with Trent.

Sam: *sighs and props feet on the coffee table* Master Trent. What's there to say? Even with a billion reasons to like him, women don't. Guess how many of his dates I've seduced.

Maria: I've no idea.

Sam*crosses his arms*  Forty-two.  And mind you the seduction occurs while I'm driving Master Trent and his date around town.

Maria: How is that even possible?

Sam: I stare at them in the rear view mirror

Sam: Then seal the deal while helping them out of car. I know every sensitive spot on a woman's body.  Then after a crappy evening with Trent, he'll ask me to take them home while he goes to a bar and cries about his inability to seduce a woman.

Maria:  And they fall for you?

Sam: I wouldn't say fall for me. Most of these ladies are starlets or models. They see me as their tasty reward after a god awful date.

Maria: That doesn't sound very satisfying. Do these relationships go anywhere?

Sam: Honestly? They aren't satisfying and they  go nowhere. The only enjoyment I get out them is proving I can get what Master Trent can't, despite all his money.

Maria: Maybe you should forget about Trent's dates and find a young woman you actually like.

Sam: Mars said the same thing.

Maria: Who's that?

Sam: The Penthouse butler.

He was my captain when I fought in the war. He became Master Trent's butler a few years ago. He's probably the best butler in the entire country. I was shocked when Master Trent actually had the brains to hire him.

Maria: So are you going to follow his advice to find someone not related to Trent?

Sam: I have to. Trent has stopped dating. He's obsessing over Carrie now.

Maria: She's very pretty, but looks too young for Trent.

Sam: She does, but I checked her passport. She's 24. The incompatibility is that she's middle class and smart.

Maria: Excuse me, but isn't that a handcuff on her wrist.

Sam: Yeah she's prone to getting into trouble, too.  But what she isn't is an easy seduction.

Maria: You seduced Carrie?

Sam: I tried, but she barely even noticed. However, to be fair, my heart wasn't in it. Unlike all the other women, she actually likes Trent and forgives him when he's being a jerk. She honestly thinks he has potential to one day become a good boss and a great man.

Maria: And you don't.

Sam: *Shakes his head* Master Trent was a jerk the day I first met him and remains so to this day. I'll grant you he's nicer when he's around Carrie, and since he's kept her at his side 24/7 during this crazy week, he's shown improvement, but my money says when she leaves his side, he returns to being a jerk. It's his natural state of being.

Maria: For Carrie's sake I hope you're wrong.

*Sam's phone buzzes and he answers it*

Sam: What?...Having sex with a beautiful woman. What do you need?...   Be there in twenty. *hangs up phone* That was Master Trent. He needs me to pick him up at his penthouse and drive him two block to work...on my day off. Well,  that's the life of the nameless, downtrodden servants who serve the rich.

Maria: Thank you for coming. And I wish you luck in finding a woman to truly suit you.

Sam: *takes her extended hand and brings it to his lips.* It's been a true pleasure meeting you, Maria. I wish we had more time.

Maria: Still married.

Sam: I'd show you how irrelevant that is, only I've got to go

Maria: Well, that man is pretty certain of himself. Guess I'll have to read the book to see how it turns out for all of them. Now where did I put... Aah, there it is!

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

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.

Worst Week Ever.

Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant, or as his drivers refers 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.)

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.


“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.

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  1. Maria, thanks for having Sam on your site. I hope he wasn't too much trouble. Like Trent, he's a handful.

    I'm curious if the readers can see a resemblance between Trent and Sam.

    1. Thank you for letting him come over. He seems very self assured, but he wasn't any trouble. =)

  2. *snort* I like Sam. There is something about an incorrigible man that entertains me, haha. great interview!


    1. Yeah, they are funny when they aren't your incorrigible man

  3. i don't know Liza, Mars looks much sexier than Sam. He is not my favorite. i'm in the home stretch of the book! Great post

    1. I agree - from the pictures I like Mars better. I have yet to read the book, though, so that impression might change. XD

  4. Thanks. for stopping by. I think Sam is a great deal like Trent, only poorer.

  5. Sam is quite the charmer, isn't he? Poor thing. When Trent finally settles down, he's going to have to go find a woman of his own to seduce :) Awesome interview and fabulous excerpt!

    1. Interesting you should think so. Mars the butler is encouraging him to do that.

  6. Great interview. I always thought chauffeurs should seize opportunities when they can. Picking up stock tips from casual conversations in the back of the limo. Or picking up women, the way Sam does. Seems kind of smart to me! On my way to Amazon to buy Worst Week Ever right now.

    1. Stock tips, great idea! Maybe I should start driving a limo. LOL! =D

    2. Gemma, I love your idea to go straight to Amazon to buy Worst Week Ever. I hope you enjoy it, but you probably shouldn't drink liquids while you read. It's really hard on electronics.

      Maria, You might want to spend some time with Sam first. It doesn't sound like fun at all!

  7. That was fun

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    1. Glad you thought so BN100 Thanks for stopping by.


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