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Two Is Better? The Vegas Miracle Cover Reveal

Tuesday, April 21st , 2015
Welcome to the beautiful, new, improved cover for one of the HOTTEST Liz books going…




Yes, VEGAS MIRACLE, one of my 4 “m/m/f menage romances” (or as I like to call them “fantasies”) is re-releasing on May 5 with a fresh new look.

Honest to goodness you will NOT want to miss this!  

Ryan and Grace Sullivan have all the outward indications of a happy life: money, success, an undeniable physical attraction that quickly evolved from whirlwind relationship to marriage. But lately, Ryan’s become moody and distant. As their relationship starts to crumble, Ryan discovers something about himself he can’t admit just as Grace realizes the young man she encounters at an invitation only party, Henri Christophe, a celebrity chef with the most successful restaurant in Las Vegas, is her husband’s lover. But Henri holds a secret himself. He wants to be more to both of them.

As they attempt to make their unconventional arrangement work, Ryan’s deep-seated fear of relationship failure continues to thwart everyone’s happiness. When he finally walks away instead of confronting the emotional connection the trio shares, he returns to find their lives flipped inside out. A sought after hotel and resort consultant, Ryan has yet to meet a problem he couldn’t solve. But when it comes to his own heart, he may be too late.





And because I can, an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT Rated NC17/NSFW…..


She let herself be led across the room, the woman’s arm through hers. Aware of activity behind the filmy curtains, Grace gulped at her drink, hoping it would calm her nerves. As she became more aware of what exactly was going on behind the curtains they kept passing, Grace gasped and clutched at the woman’s arm. Ryan caught up with her then, taking her glass and putting her other arm through his. Bracketed on either side, she let herself be led out of the large room into a wide, plush hallway. 

Beautiful people were draped around on leather furniture, some were kissing, some were drinking, but all were completely naked. Grace gaped at them, feeling like a naïve voyeur. She tried to avert her eyes but they refused to cooperate and took to darting around instead, trying to process everything. Ryan squeezed her hand as they made their way down the hall, the music still pulsing through the place but more muted back there.

 The beautiful creatures in the hall were nowfollowing them as her husband stopped and knocked on a dark walnut door. It swung open, revealing a room ablaze with candles.  As Grace’s eyes adjusted to the new light, the odors of burning wax and a light, yet masculine cologne filled her nose. Ryan led the way into the room as Grace’s new female friend followed, her hand brushing against Grace’s hip and lingering there.  

“Come,” the woman whispered into her ear.  “Sit here.” She gestured to a love seat positioned across from a large bed draped with red and orange sheer fabric. “We’ll relax together.” The woman snapped her long fingers and two tall glasses of liquid appeared. “I’m Nadia,” she said as she draped herself on a corner of the lounge, her eyes beckoning Grace to do the same.

Ryan walked with her over to the love seat, but positioned himself behind it, indicating Grace should sit. His smile quieted her nerves some,but her hands shook as she accepted the glass. 

As soon as she looked up, Grace saw the body on the bed. It was a man with the most perfect form Grace had ever seen, laying on his side reading a book, a dark towel positioned strategically across his hips. Glancing over at Nadia, Grace noted the lust in the woman’s eyes. Not for the vision on the bed—for her. The woman nodded towards the reclining man, indicating Grace should focus her attention there.

A figure appeared on the far side of the room. Another man clothed in dark denim jeans and nothing else, strode around to the reclining man and sat, running a hand down his shoulder to his waist, moving aside the towel. Grace tried to clench her eyes shut, but Nadia’s hand on her neck, her cool fingers brushing Grace’s skin, plus the alcohol she had in her system, kept her eyes glued on the men in front of her as a thick, hard cock was revealed an inch at a time. 

The man on the bed lay back. Grace was close enough to see his eyes darken further as he gazed at the man in jeans next to him. Blue jean man put a finger to the other’s lips, then ran it down his neck and across his pecs to his nipple before dropping further down to his picture perfect six-pack and finally to the tip of his shaft, which already glistened.

He tried to sit, to reach the sitting man’s lips, then whimpered when he got pushed back onto the bed. The man in blue jeans produced what looked to be black rope and Grace sensed her body ramp into high gear, embarrassed and thrilled at what was about to happen right in front of her. She shifted, crossing her legs, but Nadia placed a hand on one exposed knee and pulled them apart, smiling at her, not allowing Grace to press her thighs together. Ryan’s familiar hand rested on her shoulder providing a small modicum of normality.

She watched, mesmerized, as the man on the bed smiled and held his hands up over his head. The vision in blue jeans reached up and secured his wrists to a wooden bedpost. He then put a hand between the other man’s legs, forcing them apart. Tying off each ankle as well, the man in blue jeans looked straight into Grace’s eyes and smiled, sending shock waves straight into her pussy. She leaned back, breathing fast and Ryan’s other hand reached down to caress her breast as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to fondle her in a room full of strangers as they prepared to watch two men fuck.



Wait for it….MAY 5! 
You will want to clear your reading decks for this one!


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Monday Musing: Making It Matter

Monday, April 13th , 2015

Greetings and happy Monday Liz fans and others!Today we are gonna talk about what matters.I know, I know this is a Super Duper Important and Yet Somehow Utterly Vague Topic.But bear with me.You see, I’ve been thinking a lot about my journey as an autho…

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Monday Musings On a Good Friday

Friday, April 3rd , 2015

Easter weekend has arrived at last…or “again” depending on your perspective and attitude about it.For me, it’s a bittersweet time of year. Having grown up “in the church” if you will–daughter of a minister whose family’s weekend in a small town revo…

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Brenda Novak Stops By With a Kindle Fire

Wednesday, April 1st , 2015

Don’t Miss Brenda’s Kindle Fire giveaway 
at the bottom of the post!



THIS HEART OF MINE

by Brenda Novak

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BLURB:

4.5 Stars TOP PICK from RT Book Reviews!

First love. Second chance?

As the daughter of a hoarder, Phoenix Fuller had a tough childhood. So when the handsome, popular Riley Stinson became her boyfriend in high school, she finally felt as though she had something to be proud of. Phoenix was desperate not to lose him—especially once she found out she was pregnant. Yes, she might have acted a bit obsessive when he broke up with her. But she did not run down the girl he started dating next.

Unfortunately, there was no way to prove her innocence. Now, after serving her time in prison, Phoenix has been released. All she wants to do is return to Whiskey Creek and get to know her son. But Jacob’s father isn’t exactly welcoming.

Riley doesn’t trust Phoenix, doesn’t want her in Jacob’s life. He is, however, ready to find someone to love. And he wants a good mother for his son. He has no idea that he’s about to find both!

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Excerpt:

Once again, Phoenix’s eyes were riveted on her son. Only this time, she felt such a surge of emotion she almost darted into the bathroom. She could not break down.

Please, God, don’t let me cry. He won’t come within ten feet of me if I do.

But the harder she tried to hold back her tears, the more overwhelmed she became. In a panic, she slipped around the corner, into the small alcove by the bathrooms, and leaned her head against the wall.

Breathe. Don’t blow this.

The bell over the door jingled, telling her that Riley and Jacob had stepped inside. She imagined them looking around, maybe getting annoyed when they didn’t find her. But she was frozen in place. She absolutely could. Not. Move.

“Hey,” she heard the hostess say with a familiarity that hadn’t been present in her greeting to Phoenix. “We’re busy this morning, like we are every Saturday. But if you can wait for a few minutes, I’ll get you a table.”

“We’re actually meeting someone who should be here.”

That had to be Riley, but Phoenix couldn’t say she recognized his voice. Her memories of him were vivid. But they’d both been so young, and he’d changed a great deal. No longer the skinny teenager she’d known in high school, he was a man with plenty of hard muscle on his solid frame, a man in his prime, and that had been more than apparent as she’d watched him walk, shoulder to shoulder, with their son a few seconds earlier.

“Who are you here to meet?” the hostess asked.

“Name’s Phoenix Fuller,” came his response.

“What does she look like?”

“I’m not sure these days,” he said, and Phoenix winced. Her shoulder-length dark hair wasn’t bad. It was thick, probably her best asset. Her hazel eyes weren’t unattractive, either. She didn’t feel she was ugly. But the scars on her face would be new to him. She hadn’t had those when she went to prison.

“She wasn’t very tall,” he added, as if that might be the only detail still applicable.

“There was a woman who said she was expecting two more to join her,” the hostess said. “But I don’t know where she went…”

Determined not to miss this opportunity after waiting so long for it, Phoenix curved her fingernails into her palms, took a deep breath and stepped around the corner. “Sorry I…I had to wash my hands.”



AUTHOR Bio and Links:

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Brenda Novak is the author of fifty books. A four-time Rita nominee, she has won many awards, including the National Reader’s Choice, the Bookseller’s Best, the Book Buyer’s Best, the Daphne, and the Holt Medallion. She also runs Brenda Novak for the Cure, a charity to raise money for diabetes research (her youngest son has this disease). To date, she’s raised $2.4 million. For more about Brenda, please visit www.brendanovak.com.

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Monday Musings: Fans, Fangirling, & An Announcement

Monday, March 23rd , 2015
Spent some more time this past weekend amongst my fellows, slinging product as we do and meeting up with existing fans and hopefully making new ones. The event was the Detroit Indie Author Mashup, organized by This Redhead Loves Books. I had a great time, and was able to “debut” the beautiful new covers for the original Jack & Sara Trilogy from The Stewart Realty series.


I also got a fresh look at how some successful authors present themselves at these things, how they pick and choose from among the many “multi author signing events” available these days and how they use (or don’t use) signage, giveaways, “swag,” and other gimmicks. In my quest to stay fresh, and to spend what money I have wisely, I’m always seeking this sort of knowledge. I struck it rich because my next-door-table-mate was Meghan March, a USA Today best selling author who had some great advice and was willing to give it. Always a treat when someone as successful as she is willing to spill a little of her “how I did it” words into my rookie ears.

Met this amazing lady, an author from Saline–Claudia Whitsitt & her amazing coffee-hero spouse.

With Dawn, one of my most favoritist fans.

With local author A.M. Griffin (I love meeting people face to face I’m buddies with online!)

With another newer fan, Ginelle.


My next event isn’t until October 10, when I’ll be signing and selling and slinging at the Great Lakes Book Bash in Kalamazoo so mark those calendars! I will be debuting a hot little number I call “VEGAS MIRACLE” in print there…..and speaking of….

I know I yammer on a lot about how I “don’t write formula romance,” and my plots are “unique and sometimes unpredictable.” While I write within some commonly known and beloved romance subgenres like “m/m” and “ménage” I usually add my distinctive real life twist to them. One of the very first books I had published was called Vegas Miracle. It features a m/m/f ménage – the first one I ever concocted—and is, hands down, one of THE steamiest books I’ve written. And for those of you in the know, that is saying a lot.

I’m not a huge believer in the construct that 2 men would willingly share a woman. Men are not designed for that, evolutionarily speaking. They are wired to propagate, to find more women, not to settle down and go halvsies with some other dude, even if they like messing with that dude too (“side bonus for the bi-sexual man”). Most of my “three-way” plots involve situations where the “third” is thrust into the situation/couple by necessity. 


But this is something I wrote with an eye toward “just trying it”–the menage theme.

What emerged is something that contains seriously white smoking hot scenes, and three people who come to find themselves enjoying not only each other’s company “in bed” but also each other’s emotional support during various trying times for each of them.

Yeah, it’s a little angsty at times but hey, it’s what I do. I guarantee you that you’ll require cold shower/alone time throughout the reading experience so I thought it was high time this steamy number got re-released into the wild.

Here is the blurb:
Ryan and Grace Sullivan have all the outward indications of a happy life: money, success, an undeniable physical attraction that quickly evolved from whirlwind relationship to marriage. But lately, Ryan’s become moody and distant. As their relationship starts to crumble, Ryan discovers something about himself he can’t admit just as Grace realizes the young man she encounters at an invitation only party, Henri Christophe, a celebrity chef with the most successful restaurant in Las Vegas, is her husband’s lover. But Henri holds a secret himself. He wants to be more to both of them.

As they attempt to make their unconventional arrangement work, Ryan’s deep-seated fear of relationship failure continues to thwart everyone’s happiness. When he finally walks away instead of confronting the emotional connection the trio shares, he returns to find their lives flipped inside out. A sought after hotel and resort consultant, Ryan has yet to meet a problem he couldn’t solve. But when it comes to his own heart, he may be too late.



Intrigued enough to snag an Advanced Review Copy of the “new and improved” Vegas Miracle? You can, as long as you promise to review.


Agent Hunt Update: One fresh rejection over the weekend but I did get one of them to respond back when I said “But whyyyyyyyyyy?” or something to that effect. She encouraged me to pitch directly to someone at a convention. Well, unless they have those wherever my kid is playing soccer this summer, that’s not happening I’m afraid.

Segue to Kid Bragging Moment:
Numero Dos got into all the schools she applied to INCLUDING the University of Down the Road (I.e. “Michigan”). We are very proud.

Numero Uno made it back alive and sunburned from Panama City Beach Spring Break, yo. He’s in a downhill rush to graduation from Central Michigan this May and will head to the University of Tennessee Pharmacy School in the fall.

Soccer Wenchling’s team qualified for the U.S. Youth Soccer National League final tourney, thanks to their excellent play in North Carolina and Orlando last year and to the way the 2nd leg of quarter finals went in Las Vegas. So…..we are Oklahoma bound in July it would seem.


March Madness News: 
My team is still in. Is yours?




Make it a great week, Liz fans and others!
Tiffany, the “Redhead” who loves books on a panel discussion of “marketing” or in my case “What not to do online.”

Spotted in the parking lot after the event.






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