Special Author Spotlight: Bestie Liz Flaherty Has a New Release!

I’m sorry to bother you—I know this isn’t a regular posting day on this blog, but my friend Liz Flaherty asked me…well, no, she actually kind of demanded…that I post this because she’s not sure she’s annoyed enough people on her own blog. She wants everyone to know her new book, Pieces of Blue, is out today. Yeah, that’s her yelling. Even better, just for today, its ebook version is 99 cents! Good grief, she’s yelling again. So, here are the blurb and the buy links. Please order the book so she can stop interrupting me. It really is a pretty good story…

Blurb:

Self-imposed loner Maggie North has worked for bestselling author Trilby Winterroad her entire adult life, starting as his assistant and ending up as his ghost writer. Through ups and downs–including a divorce from an abusive husband–he has been the one person on whom she could always rely. So when Trilby dies suddenly, Maggie finds herself adrift, not sure what she’ll do or where she belongs in the world any longer. And the confusion continues when she discovers he’s not only left her his beloved dachshund, Chloe, but a house she knew nothing about, on a lake she’s never heard of.

It only takes one visit for Maggie to fall in love with both the house and the small lakeside community. The longer she’s there, the safer she feels and the more her life begins to expand…as do her feelings toward her friend and Trilby’s attorney, Sam Eldridge.

But is she really safe? Or are the glistening pieces of her new life about to shatter as an old danger returns?

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Excerpt…well, actually, more of a snippet…I want to leave you wanting more!

He cupped my face in his hands—oh, the warmth. I didn’t think I’d ever be cold again—and tilted his head for that firm, gentle mouth to take mine again. We were in our fifties, experienced kissers. I understood the jumping around inside and the skittery dance of my heartbeat. I understood the sudden sensitivity of my breasts, that I could feel their weight inside my bra. I got it, as he held me ever closer and deepened the kisses we shared, how precious this zero-dark-thirty time was. I understood the depths of the itch.

I dipped my head, laying it against the shoulder of his sweatshirt, then raised it again to have my turn at taking his lips and tasting. Like me, he’d brushed his teeth before coming to the kitchen, and he tasted of toothpaste and coffee and…oh, sweetness.

Liz Flaherty has spent the past several years enjoying not working a day job, making terrible crafts, and writing stories in which the people aren’t young, brilliant, or even beautiful. She’s decided (and has to re-decide most every day) that the definition of success is having a good time. Along with her husband of lo, these many years, kids, grands, friends, and the occasional cat, she’s doing just that.

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