Please welcome today, my friend and prolific author Liz Delisi. I'm afraid I flubbed up and didn't get interview questions to Liz ontime, so I'll have to spotlight her another day very soon again once I have them.
Lady of the Two Lands Blurb: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?
Lady of the Two Lands Excerpt:Hattie banged on the door. "Is anyone there? Let me out!" She shouted and beat on the door with her palms, but all was ominously silent. If someone had been watching her, they had no intention of helping her out of her dilemma. At last, resigned to her fate, she returned to her sketchpad. "If I'm going to be stuck in here, I might as well finish my work," she murmured. "Tom's bound to come backI'm sure he will." Her voice echoed unconvincingly in the dusty, claustrophobic room. Picking up her pencil, she focused deliberately on copying the tiny hieroglyphics with extreme precision. Gradually, she became absorbed in her work and forgot her predicament. Minutes flowed by with the only sound in the room the scratching of her pencil on the paper. At last, she completed the final symbol on her detailed drawing and set down her pencil with a twinge of disappointment. She was curiously drawn to the glittering possession of the ancient, yet strangely modern woman. Hatshepsut had ruled Egypt fifteen hundred years before Christ, at a time when women were considered no more important than servants or dogs. How had she managed it? The vagrant breeze whispered past her face again, leaving a whiff of exquisite perfume in its wake. A rustle, like the caress of costly linen against bare skin, drew her attention. She felt a strong presence, though she knew she was alone in the tiny room. "Touch it." The words were so faint, Hattie wasn't sure she'd actually heard them. "Who's there?" she asked, though she didn't expect to get a response. The room was too small to hide anyone. "Touch the necklace." Hattie spun around, searching for the source of the barely audible words. "Tom, is that you? If it's you, I don't think this is funny! Open the door right now." She thumped it with her fist for emphasis. There was no response. Hattie turned back to the exquisitely fashioned falcon. Maybe it was her overworked imagination playing a trick on her, but the advice seemed sound. Perhaps if she touched the necklace, she could make a connectionpsychic, empathic?with the long-dead monarch. The necklace was strangely compelling, like a long forgotten yet treasured memory. She reached out slowly, cautiously. As her fingertips gently grazed the golden bird, an electric shock pulsed through her and a sudden wave of dizziness sapped her strength. "Come to me," the ghostly voice whispered, stronger now. "Come to me. I have need of you." The sweet, cloying scent of incense filled Hattie's nostrils, and flashes of light exploded behind her eyes. Her vision blurred; she felt as if she were reeling, falling down a long, dark tunnel. Gasping, she reached out blindly for something, anything, to steady herself. Her fingers skimmed across the surface of the table and fastened around the necklace. Clutching it, she fell heavily to the floor as everything went black... Lady of the Two Lands link: http://www.amberquill.com/LadyTwoLands.html
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Mistletoe Medium Blurb:Eccentric psychic Lottie Baldwin moves to Cheyenne, North Dakota after a nasty breakup. She thinks she's got it made, until someone begins burglarizing homes in her neighborhood. Can Lottie and the handsome new man in her life pool their talents and solve the mystery before the bandit strikes again?
Mistletoe Medium Excerpt:“I'm not coming back, Jack. I told you that when I left.” Lottie twisted the phone cord around her index finger. “Please, let’s just leave it at that. What we had is over. Let’s not make it ugly.”“Oh, c'mon, honey, you know you love me,” Jack wheedled. “You’re just mad. You can't live without me and you know it.”“Don't kid yourself. I can live without you very well,” Lottie retorted.There was a brief silence. Then he spoke again, all trace of supplication gone from his tone. “Nobody leaves me. Nobody. Have you got that? Now, get your ass home, pronto!”“No, Jack,” Lottie repeated, trying to keep her voice from shaking. She had no intention of letting him know how much he frightened her. “I'm not coming back and you can't make me.”“Oh, yes I can,” he growled. “If you don't come back on your own, I'm coming out there after you. I'll drag you back by your hair! You hear me?”“I'm hanging up now, Jack,” Lottie said. “Don't call me again. We’re finished.” She dropped the receiver into its cradle, then leaned against the counter, trembling. Suddenly, a warm hand stole over her shoulder and a sense of safety and peace flowed through her.“I couldn't help but overhear,” Harlan said. “Is there anything I can do to help?”She straightened but couldn't face him. “No, there isn't. Though he threatened to follow me out here, Jack’s all talk and no action. I doubt he'll make good on his threats. But, thank you.”Harlan grasped both her shoulders and turned her around. “If this Jack character gives you any trouble, I want you to call me and I'll take care of him. Promise me you will?”She looked up into his eyes—they radiated care and concern. The ice in the pit of her stomach suddenly melted. “All right, I promise. Thank you. But for now, let’s just forget about him. He’s in the past.” She winked at him. “I'm much more interested in the future.”http://www.elizabethdelisi.com/
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