I Love holding a book in my hands and turning actual pages! Not that I don't like my Kindle as it comes in handy at the gym while I ride the stationary bike or in the darkness of riding in the car on a long trip, BUT my preferred method of reading is Paperback! Gotta love the way you can curl the cover around the back of the book, smell the paper and ink, and even sneak a peak at the final pages!
My Publisher, Soul Mate Publishing, releases books in e-book format first and then (a little less than a year later) releases the book in paperback. While I eagerly await Souls Entwined to be bound, here is another SMP book that is available in my most favorite form!
Redemption for Liars.
Welcome to Hill's Creek, Texas, where the townsfolk like their secrets the same way they like their steaks . . . big and juicy. Don't worry. Nobody's secrets stay buried for long.
Until his socialite sister took a swan dive out her penthouse window, FBI Agent Jonah White's life had been fairly simple: track down bad guys and slap a pair of silver bracelets on them. Nursing a guilty conscience gnawing at his heart, he heads to Hill's Creek, Texas, to investigate the one woman who just might be connected to his sister's death. Falling in love with her, a possible accomplice to murder, was never part of the plan.
Recently widowed Maya Savantes is barely keeping her head above water. With a precocious five-year-old to raise, and a growing pile of debt to wade through, she doesn't have time for a romp through the sheets with a mysterious stranger - no matter how sexy he is. But when her deceased husband's trigger-happy loan shark comes looking to collect on old debts, Jonah might be the only one who can protect her.
My Publisher, Soul Mate Publishing, releases books in e-book format first and then (a little less than a year later) releases the book in paperback. While I eagerly await Souls Entwined to be bound, here is another SMP book that is available in my most favorite form!
Redemption for Liars.
Welcome to Hill's Creek, Texas, where the townsfolk like their secrets the same way they like their steaks . . . big and juicy. Don't worry. Nobody's secrets stay buried for long.
Until his socialite sister took a swan dive out her penthouse window, FBI Agent Jonah White's life had been fairly simple: track down bad guys and slap a pair of silver bracelets on them. Nursing a guilty conscience gnawing at his heart, he heads to Hill's Creek, Texas, to investigate the one woman who just might be connected to his sister's death. Falling in love with her, a possible accomplice to murder, was never part of the plan.
Recently widowed Maya Savantes is barely keeping her head above water. With a precocious five-year-old to raise, and a growing pile of debt to wade through, she doesn't have time for a romp through the sheets with a mysterious stranger - no matter how sexy he is. But when her deceased husband's trigger-happy loan shark comes looking to collect on old debts, Jonah might be the only one who can protect her.
I’m thrilled to have Elizabeth Janette, author of Redemption for Liars with me today.
Welcome Elizabeth!
What inspired you to write this novel?
I was bored at work. No seriously! I was getting ready to switch school districts and couldn’t begin planning for the next school year yet. I’d been excluded from meetings and so I began writing to cure my boredom. Next thing I knew . . .
I can relate to you there (teacher, writing to fill time)!
If you stepped into your hero/heroine’s shoes, would you react the same way they did to adversity?
My heroine, Maya, has to deal with a lot. Her deadbeat husband has died and left her a single mom with hardly more than two nickels to rub together. She has every reason to fall apart, but for the most part, she doesn’t. My mama had a saying. “You’ve got 24 hours to feel sorry for yourself.” After that, you were expected to suck it up and get on with living. Maya lives by that same philosophy. I’m not so sure I would be so strong, especially without family to fall back on.
Great saying---mamas are the best!
What are your feelings about sequels? Is this a possibility for your novel?
I love sequels, but hate waiting for them to come out. I envy authors who can build a world that is so strong it can maintain a story line over the course of two or more novels. I don’t think I have that kind of stamina. Or patience. I do have one trilogy planned for the future, but first I have to be a much faster writer. With my busy schedule, I just don’t have the time right now.
Are you a full time writer? If not, what fills your day?
I wish! I’m a teacher by day, and can’t imagine giving that up. It’s an exhausting career, but it’s my calling. Who would ever give up a chance to inspire a generation of future writers?
Ditto! I could never give up teaching my little preschoolers!
Who is your favorite author?
I’d never be able to pick just one. Mary Higgins Clark has always been one of my favorite authors in the mystery genre. “A Cry in the Night” was the first book of hers that I read. Creepy but I was hooked. In the romance genre, I love Nora Roberts, Jill Shalvis, Elise Sax, and Debbie MacComber. Right now, I’m obsessed with Stuart Gibbs. He wrote “Spy School” and “Spy Camp”. I’m in the middle of reading “Spy School” right now to my class and they get so mad at me when I stop on a cliffhanger. Which I do intentionally, of course, every chance I get.
Cliffhangers are the BEST! I absolutely LOVE mystery thrillers and suspense! I bet your students get the book you are reading and read ahead!
When you pick up a book at the store or library, what makes you select it? What makes you put it down?
Title and cover are what draw me in. It’s what caught me eye about “Spy School” in the first place. If the title and cover art catch my eye, I check out the back blurb. If the book sounds interesting, I can’t help but buy the darn thing. For that reason alone, my hubby never lets me loose in Barnes and Noble.
Fast & Furious questions...Ready, GO!
Favorite Ice Cream? Haagen-Dazs Chocolate Peanut Butter
Favorite Movie? Can’t pick.
Favorite Super Hero? Batman
Favorite tv show when you were a kid? Little House on the Prairie
Food you can’t stand? Any seafood
What annoys you? whistling – everyone in my family can do it, but me.
Jeans or Sweatpants? Jeans
The day is not complete without… COFFEE!
One Word that best describes yourself… Creative
MMMM...chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream...I'm going out to Handel's (best ice cream in Indiana) for Chocolate Peanut Butter Brownie tonight!
Thanks for hanging out with me today, Elizabeth!
Welcome Elizabeth!
What inspired you to write this novel?
I was bored at work. No seriously! I was getting ready to switch school districts and couldn’t begin planning for the next school year yet. I’d been excluded from meetings and so I began writing to cure my boredom. Next thing I knew . . .
I can relate to you there (teacher, writing to fill time)!
If you stepped into your hero/heroine’s shoes, would you react the same way they did to adversity?
My heroine, Maya, has to deal with a lot. Her deadbeat husband has died and left her a single mom with hardly more than two nickels to rub together. She has every reason to fall apart, but for the most part, she doesn’t. My mama had a saying. “You’ve got 24 hours to feel sorry for yourself.” After that, you were expected to suck it up and get on with living. Maya lives by that same philosophy. I’m not so sure I would be so strong, especially without family to fall back on.
Great saying---mamas are the best!
What are your feelings about sequels? Is this a possibility for your novel?
I love sequels, but hate waiting for them to come out. I envy authors who can build a world that is so strong it can maintain a story line over the course of two or more novels. I don’t think I have that kind of stamina. Or patience. I do have one trilogy planned for the future, but first I have to be a much faster writer. With my busy schedule, I just don’t have the time right now.
Are you a full time writer? If not, what fills your day?
I wish! I’m a teacher by day, and can’t imagine giving that up. It’s an exhausting career, but it’s my calling. Who would ever give up a chance to inspire a generation of future writers?
Ditto! I could never give up teaching my little preschoolers!
Who is your favorite author?
I’d never be able to pick just one. Mary Higgins Clark has always been one of my favorite authors in the mystery genre. “A Cry in the Night” was the first book of hers that I read. Creepy but I was hooked. In the romance genre, I love Nora Roberts, Jill Shalvis, Elise Sax, and Debbie MacComber. Right now, I’m obsessed with Stuart Gibbs. He wrote “Spy School” and “Spy Camp”. I’m in the middle of reading “Spy School” right now to my class and they get so mad at me when I stop on a cliffhanger. Which I do intentionally, of course, every chance I get.
Cliffhangers are the BEST! I absolutely LOVE mystery thrillers and suspense! I bet your students get the book you are reading and read ahead!
When you pick up a book at the store or library, what makes you select it? What makes you put it down?
Title and cover are what draw me in. It’s what caught me eye about “Spy School” in the first place. If the title and cover art catch my eye, I check out the back blurb. If the book sounds interesting, I can’t help but buy the darn thing. For that reason alone, my hubby never lets me loose in Barnes and Noble.
Fast & Furious questions...Ready, GO!
Favorite Ice Cream? Haagen-Dazs Chocolate Peanut Butter
Favorite Movie? Can’t pick.
Favorite Super Hero? Batman
Favorite tv show when you were a kid? Little House on the Prairie
Food you can’t stand? Any seafood
What annoys you? whistling – everyone in my family can do it, but me.
Jeans or Sweatpants? Jeans
The day is not complete without… COFFEE!
One Word that best describes yourself… Creative
MMMM...chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream...I'm going out to Handel's (best ice cream in Indiana) for Chocolate Peanut Butter Brownie tonight!
Thanks for hanging out with me today, Elizabeth!
Throughout the day, Elizabeth Janette wears many hats: soccer mom, teacher, hula dancer, photographer, and romance writer. When she's not drafting fun lesson plans, she's dreaming up murder mysteries and love affairs to write about. As a member of RWA, Savvy Authors, and the Romance Weekly Blog Hop, Elizabeth's stories have earned her recognition as a finalist in the 2011 Dixie First Chapter contest, and a finalist in the Indiana Golden Opportunity contest. Her novel, Redemption For Liars, was nominated as a finalist in the Romantic Suspense category AND the Best First Book category of the 2014 National Excellence for Romantic Fiction Award.
Enjoy an excerpt from Redemption For Liars
**In this scene, an unwelcome old acquaintance has come back into Maya’s life, and Jonah is right there, ready to run to her rescue once again.
“Well, ho-ly sh**. It is you. They said I might find you here.” The man grabbed her arm tight and yanked her into a bear hug. “Damn girl, you done growed up on me.”
He held her out and whistled as his leering gaze swept over her. Grabbing her again, he crushed her in an embrace that lingered uncomfortably.
Maya squirmed in his hold. He smelled as if he had bathed in pungent cologne.
“Leroy, let me go.” The thought of delivering a swift kick to his groin with her roller skate clad foot crossed her mind.
“You heard the woman. Let her go.”
Leroy’s arms dropped to the side as Maya swirled around to find Jonah behind her, exuding brute strength. The subtle power in his voice was not lost on her. A week had passed since their last awkward conversation, and he still hadn’t gotten the hint. Any other Joe Schmo would have given up and gone home. But not Jonah. He was always there, hovering in the background, looking altogether stubborn and sexy, while he patiently waited for her to need another knight in shining armor again. And right on cue, Jonah was ready and waiting to jump to her aid. Again.
Leroy’s grip loosened enough for Maya to escape, but not before he planted a kiss on her forehead. She stepped a safe distance away. Embarrassment surged through her as she realized all eyes were on her. The customers, many of whom she’d known all her life, were staring, and Marlene, a fellow waitress, had stopped what she was doing and was gawking at the scene.
Peachy. Just peachy.
Maya met Jonah’s eyes. “I got this, Cowboy.”
She tried to reassure him with a small smile, but he didn’t budge.
“Jonah . . . I’m fine.”
Neither man moved. If they wanted to have a pissing match, that was fine by her, but it would have to be on their own time, outside.
“Marlene, can you cover my tables for a minute? I need to have a chat with these two fine gentlemen here.”
Marlene nodded but didn’t skate away.
“Suzanne,” Maya called to another waitress. “Tell Lou and Max I’ll be back in a minute. We have some business to straighten out. Only take a minute, I promise.”
“Outside, boys,” she ordered. “Both of you.” Maya grabbed both men by the arm and dragged them outside. She skated until she could be sure they were safe from prying ears and spying eyes.
“Now listen up.” She released them and turned to face them. Hands on hips, she stood tall, grateful for the extra height her skates gave her. It wasn’t enough so that she didn’t have to still look up at the two men, but she hoped her stance worked to convey an air of authority.
“I am not a child, nor a doll to be manhandled by the likes of either of you.” She glared at each man pointedly, taking delight in being in control for a change.
“Leroy, go home.” She jabbed a finger in his chest. “Go back to whatever rock you crawled out from and don’t come back. I thought I made it abundantly clear when I turned eighteen that you were not needed, nor welcome in my life anymore. You never were.”
“And you, Mr. White.” Maya turned her attention to Jonah.
Big mistake.
Even in her skates, Jonah still towered over her. The expression on his face was appropriately contrite, however there was an unmistakable glint in his eye. No doubt he was enjoying this little power struggle.
She turned her attention away from his come-hither eyes, dark wavy hair, and ruggedly handsome face with the perpetual stubble. Instead, her gaze fell to where his arms were crossed over his chest. Even beneath the fabric of his shirt it was easy to see the chiseled muscles of his broad chest and shoulders.
Oh, dear.
Here’s how you can contact Elizabeth Janette
website: www.elizabethjanette.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/authorelizabethjanette
Twitter: @AuthorEJanette
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/author/show/7429184.Elizabeth_Janette
Amazon: http://amzn.com/e/B00GNRHWY6
Click the Blue Button below to see Redemption For Liars on Amazon!
Enjoy an excerpt from Redemption For Liars
**In this scene, an unwelcome old acquaintance has come back into Maya’s life, and Jonah is right there, ready to run to her rescue once again.
“Well, ho-ly sh**. It is you. They said I might find you here.” The man grabbed her arm tight and yanked her into a bear hug. “Damn girl, you done growed up on me.”
He held her out and whistled as his leering gaze swept over her. Grabbing her again, he crushed her in an embrace that lingered uncomfortably.
Maya squirmed in his hold. He smelled as if he had bathed in pungent cologne.
“Leroy, let me go.” The thought of delivering a swift kick to his groin with her roller skate clad foot crossed her mind.
“You heard the woman. Let her go.”
Leroy’s arms dropped to the side as Maya swirled around to find Jonah behind her, exuding brute strength. The subtle power in his voice was not lost on her. A week had passed since their last awkward conversation, and he still hadn’t gotten the hint. Any other Joe Schmo would have given up and gone home. But not Jonah. He was always there, hovering in the background, looking altogether stubborn and sexy, while he patiently waited for her to need another knight in shining armor again. And right on cue, Jonah was ready and waiting to jump to her aid. Again.
Leroy’s grip loosened enough for Maya to escape, but not before he planted a kiss on her forehead. She stepped a safe distance away. Embarrassment surged through her as she realized all eyes were on her. The customers, many of whom she’d known all her life, were staring, and Marlene, a fellow waitress, had stopped what she was doing and was gawking at the scene.
Peachy. Just peachy.
Maya met Jonah’s eyes. “I got this, Cowboy.”
She tried to reassure him with a small smile, but he didn’t budge.
“Jonah . . . I’m fine.”
Neither man moved. If they wanted to have a pissing match, that was fine by her, but it would have to be on their own time, outside.
“Marlene, can you cover my tables for a minute? I need to have a chat with these two fine gentlemen here.”
Marlene nodded but didn’t skate away.
“Suzanne,” Maya called to another waitress. “Tell Lou and Max I’ll be back in a minute. We have some business to straighten out. Only take a minute, I promise.”
“Outside, boys,” she ordered. “Both of you.” Maya grabbed both men by the arm and dragged them outside. She skated until she could be sure they were safe from prying ears and spying eyes.
“Now listen up.” She released them and turned to face them. Hands on hips, she stood tall, grateful for the extra height her skates gave her. It wasn’t enough so that she didn’t have to still look up at the two men, but she hoped her stance worked to convey an air of authority.
“I am not a child, nor a doll to be manhandled by the likes of either of you.” She glared at each man pointedly, taking delight in being in control for a change.
“Leroy, go home.” She jabbed a finger in his chest. “Go back to whatever rock you crawled out from and don’t come back. I thought I made it abundantly clear when I turned eighteen that you were not needed, nor welcome in my life anymore. You never were.”
“And you, Mr. White.” Maya turned her attention to Jonah.
Big mistake.
Even in her skates, Jonah still towered over her. The expression on his face was appropriately contrite, however there was an unmistakable glint in his eye. No doubt he was enjoying this little power struggle.
She turned her attention away from his come-hither eyes, dark wavy hair, and ruggedly handsome face with the perpetual stubble. Instead, her gaze fell to where his arms were crossed over his chest. Even beneath the fabric of his shirt it was easy to see the chiseled muscles of his broad chest and shoulders.
Oh, dear.
Here’s how you can contact Elizabeth Janette
website: www.elizabethjanette.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/authorelizabethjanette
Twitter: @AuthorEJanette
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/author/show/7429184.Elizabeth_Janette
Amazon: http://amzn.com/e/B00GNRHWY6
Click the Blue Button below to see Redemption For Liars on Amazon!
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