Sir Poops and Hair Ball: What’s Your Nosh, Author Lisa Olsen

SPAL: I know. We’re a couple days late posting, but Mummsy’s schedule at the hair lopping establishment is different every week. It makes me crazy.

HB: Yeah. And she’s the one with the password to the computer. She thinks, pansy-boy here, will give it away for a belly rub.

SPAL: ***shoos his paws in the air*** I wouldn’t do that. You’re more inclined than I am since you’ll do anything for a treat.

HB: I don’t think so.

SPAL: We’ll see about that in a few seconds. Today, we’re supporting, Indie Author Lisa Olsen. I believe she has self-published 10 books all together within the last two years.

HB: Yeah. She’s Mummsy’s hero. ***waves to Lisa*** Hi, Lisa! ***He jumps up and down.**** Where’s the nosh!?

SPAL: Oh, brother. Here we go again.

HB: Hey, nice lady. What do you like to snack on when you’re writing? Can you tell me why you like it.

LO: I’m afraid I don’t snack a whole lot while writing, the better to keep my fingers free for typing. Most of the time I’m chewing gum, Doublemint.

HB: I want some. Sir Poops chews Mummsy’s gum all the time. He sneaks in her purse. One time he got it stuck on his butt.

LO: And you know better than to ask if you can share, silly pooch.

SPAL: Yeah. Stupid.

HB: Pansy.

LO: But on the occasion that I do get the munchies and can take a break, I like to eat saltines and peanut butter, or goldfish crackers. Jiff makes these little to-go packs of peanut butter, easy for dipping crackers in. I might be persuaded to share a little of that in exchange for something. Do either of you do any tricks?

SPAL: I can communicate telepathically and I love watching TV and YouTube. I know how to beg until Mummsy turns on the TV.

HB: My trick is better. I always let Mummsy go first when she says, “Ladies first” and I’m learning how to drive the Jetta. Mummsy shows me every morning. Anwyay, is your snack crunchy or soft?

LO: Crunchy for the crackers and soft on the peanut butter. The best of both worlds.

HB: Mmmm…

SPAL: How about salty or sweet?

LO: A little salty and a little sweet.

HB: Does it get your creative juices flowing?

LO: The gum keeps me going, I’d say it gets the creative juices flowing.

SPAL: Smart peeps chew gum, stupid. She’s smart like me and Mummsy. I bet she has a fur-peep, too. Nice lady, do you have any fur or feathered-peeps you like to share your nosh with?

LO: My cat, Mimsy likes to steal goldfish crackers when she thinks I’m not looking. In exchange, she keeps my feet warm. It’s a fairly good arrangement.

HB: I keep my Mummy’s feet warm, too.

SPAL: Does Mimsy help you write like we help our Mummsy write? She says we’re her muses.

LO: Mimsy doesn’t like to write, her attention span is much too short and she thinks humans are far too serious most of the time. But she did manage to hop into my series about fallen angels. There she made friends with a demon over a plate of smoked salmon. She does like to play fetch, by the way, so you might get along if you can get past the whole cat thing.

SPAL: I was raised by cats. But stupid here, might chase her. Do you have any published books out there that your pets helped you with?

LO: As I said, Mimsy hopped into my The Fallen series, making an appearance in Angel of Mercy, Mercy for the Wicked, Mercy for the Damned and Child of Mercy. She’s also watched with curiosity while I wrote The Touch, Pretty Witches All in a Row, Moonsong, Nine Steps to Sara and my Forged Bloodlines vampire series: Wake Me When the Sun Goes Down, Meet Me When the Sun Goes Down, and Find Me When the Sun Goes Down.

Here’s a link to my page on Amazon Author Central where you can find them all:

http://www.amazon.com/Lisa-Olsen/e/B0056AZFOU

Please share an excerpt from your work in progress if you haven’t published anything yet.

Here’s an except from my latest release, Find Me When the Sun Goes Down (Forged Bloodlines #3) between newbie vampire, Anja and her sexy, vampire cop, Bishop, who has just been transferred to England.

Bishop came back about an hour before dawn and completed the rest of his packing, stowing more guns in the case than underwear.

“I’m pretty sure they have guns in England too.” Didn’t they? It seemed like the Order would have just as many toys for him to play with there, more even, with it being the big HQ.

“I like to be prepared,” he shrugged, laying his 9mm on the breakfast bar next to the case.

I was tired, feeling the sun creeping higher in the sky even though the shutters were locked up tight, but there was one thing I still wanted to talk to him about before he left. “You know we never really talked about what it means that you’ve claimed me.”

“It means what it sounds like.” Bishop stripped off his shirt and I watched the ripple of muscles in fascination as he undressed the rest of the way. “I’ve claimed you as my woman, you belong to me.”

The words cut through the haze of hormones surging at the casual striptease. “Like a Buick?”

Bishop chuckled, tossing his clothes away in the hamper in the closet. Neat until the end. “You’re under my protection. I’ve publicly proclaimed that you’re off limits.”

That didn’t sound so bad. “As in off the market? Like going steady?”

“It’s… a little deeper than that.”

“Like… we’re married?”

Bishop swallowed. “It’s… different from marriage. It’s its own thing. The ties that bind us together, they’re not so lightly broken.”

No complaints from me there.

“Also, no one else can taste you without my permission.”

“Interesting.” I quirked a single brow at him. “Any other body parts of mine you have ownership over besides my blood?”

“I’d be happy to show you,” he grinned wolfishly, sweeping me up into his arms. I barely felt him lay me back against the bed, I was too distracted by all the other interesting sensations going on between the cool sheets.

Bishop seemed bent on leaving me with a lasting impression to hold me through the time we’d be apart, and I had zero complaints with him claiming ownership to any part of my body when he treated it with such reverence and delight. I had a feeling it might have gone on much, much longer, but I was so tired after the sun rose, I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

I snuggled up beside him, falling into our natural sleeping position with my head tucked against his shoulder, fingers tracing the light dusting of hair across his chest. “You belong to me too, right?” It seemed an important distinction to make before sleep claimed me for the day.

“Definitely,” Bishop sighed contentedly, his fingers trailing across my back.

“And Jakob… Do you think he’s really accepted this?”

Bishop stiffened at the mention of my Sire. “He said he did, but… he could change his mind at any time. The Ellri have no laws to bind them.”

“Then you think there might be a chance that Jakob could be behind the transfer?”

“No, I don’t.” I relaxed at his reply. If Bishop wasn’t worried, I wouldn’t borrow trouble over it either. “He’d kill me if he changed his mind.”

Cool beans. Nothing to worry about at all…

SPAL: This was really good. Now I get why Mummsy loves your stuff.

HB: To everyone else, thanks for stopping by.

Lots of licks,

Sir Poops and Hair Ball

A Book Review: Lisa Olsen’s, The Touch

 

  Genre: Paranormal

 

 

 

The Book Blurb:

Lexi Morgan has always had The Touch; the ability to pick up an object and 'see' its past. Doomed to wearing protective gloves at all times, she learned to accept it as equal parts gift and curse. When her brother in law Neil disappears, she'd rather tell her sister to celebrate than try to help find the jerk. But after her young niece vanishes as well, it's time to put her gift to good use and help track her down, especially when handsome Detective Gabriel Ryan takes over the case. When the investigation leads them to the restless spirits of long dead children, they must work together to keep history from repeating itself before it's too late.

Shelly’s Review:

There wasn’t anything I disliked about this book. Ms. Olsen’s talent for telling this story from page one hooked me right away. Her main character, Lexi, is quirky and self-confidant but also vulnerable and shows insecurities with intimacy. Something we all struggle with at times.

Alli is Lexi’s sister, prim and proper. She lives in denial over her husband, Neil’s, cheating ways. To the outside world, everything looks rosy but the story opens with her husband missing.

Choe is Lexi’s niece. Sometime after Neil’s disappearance, she confides in her aunt about ghosts in her house and her mother’s strange behavior. Not long after her dad’s disappearance, she goes missing, too.

Gabriel is the detective assigned to the case, an old boyfriend to Alli from high school. Out of curiosity, he takes a quick liking to Lexi despite her qift and purple-streaked hair. The relationship between the two are good chemistry-a tug of war so to speak- even though there’s a crime to solve, possibilities of a romance are brewing.

Paul is one of Lexi’s housemates. He’s got the hots for her, too, and has known her a lot longer than Gabriel. The chemistry’s not so bad here either. It keeps you wondering who she will end up with in the end.

There are other characters to add to this intoxicating brew but I’ll let you find out for yourselves. More than likely, Ms. Olsen will have you wondering about Alli’s strange behavior and what do the ghost have to do with anything. Even the house gives you a deep-down-creepy feeling.

You can find her book on Amazon.com. It’s now in paperback for 9.99 and on Kindle for 3.99.

Shelly gives this book Twenty-five shiny stars. Like I always say, why give five when you can give more.

Also, I reading her book, Angle of Mercy. I’m half way through and tickle me timbers…that’s all I’ll say for now.

Happy blogging, reading, and writing!

Shelly

The KaKa of Life and Other Things

The kaka of life keeps pooling around my feet. It’s getting smelly in here. The LOOSER and daughter saga continues. Hopefully, I’ll be able to post this later this evening. If not, this will get posted sometime this week.

Right now, I need to give a big thank you to Laila Knight @ Untroubled Kingdom of Laila Knight. She gave me another Liebster Award. I guess that means I have two now. Anyway, thank you. All of you should go visit her. Really. I think she’s my soul sister or something. She’ll talk about anything-I mean write. The sister of TMI as Eve @ The Desert Rocks would say.

 

Next, I wanted to share a really cool blog post from Jolene Perry. It was one she posted last week and it touched my heart, making me think about how I should consider my WIPS when editing. Check it out @ Been Writing.

BOOK REVIEWS

        The Dream Spell, by Emma Daniels

What I didn’t like. The sense of direction. When I first popped it open on my Kindle, it went to a Prologue. It revealed some unnamed chick who found a book. A book of spells. The next several chapters, two strangers are doing the wild nasty in their dreams but with each other. I hope I haven’t lost anyone because I was in a total state of confusion and also freaking out over the chitty-chitty-bang-bang part. OMG. ****flushing***

What I did like. Despite the confusion, I loved the premise. Two strangers meet in each others’ dreams (Sophie and Victor), have amazing sex, and then meet each other at work. OMG. They end up dating and fall in love. One catch though, she gets pregnant or is already so when they meet. Who is the mystery biological donor? I asked this while reading it because in her back story she was married and couldn’t conceive. Not to mention, she hadn’t been dating anyone. So what does Victor do? The lump breaks it off with her. But will their relationship end there? Buy the book. It’s 3.99 to download it on your Kindle or whatever e-reader you own

Twist. Unknown to them a spell had been cast but it wasn’t meant for the two of them. Like I said, buy the book to find out.

Shelly gives it fifteen shiny stars for the premise and the sense of humor. I hope the next start of her book I read doesn’t make feel like I got spun around in a blender with my eyes covered only to be dumped out onto the floor in a strange place. I’ve got no sense of direction when that happens. Beats me where the hell north, south, east, and west are, or for that matter where it went.

 What I’m reading now….oooooo soooo gooood a booook…..

     The Touch, by Lisa Olsen (Indie Author)

OMG. If my life could only be smooth as butter crème frosting right now, it would’ve been totally read by now. I’m at 80 % finished with it per my Kindle.

Quirky main character, Lexie, a touch psychic finds herself in the middle of a mystery surrounding the death of her brother-in-law and missing niece. Are ghosts involved? Are they responsible? Or is it someone close and unexpected to her?

I can hardly wait to find out and do the review.

That’s all for now folks!

Have a great week blogging, reading, and writing!

Shelly

PS I’m posting this sooner than I thought.