Excerpt from KNIGHT ON THE TEXAS PLAINS “Don’t mean to pry, and if it’s none of my business, just say so. This man who’d be looking for you, is he your husband?” Duel shot her a cursory glance while he wrested both ears from Marley Rose’s steel grip. They were the latest part of his anatomy to capture the child’s fascination. Jessie’s chin quivered an instant before she forced her head high. “No. The ones who come want justice.” For the second time since he’d met her he wanted to pull her against him and hold her safe. His throat clogged with a thick huskiness. “The only justice they’ll find if they come is a piece of hot lead.” His boots crunched on the hard ground when he stood. Jessie seemed oblivious to him as he strode to retrieve the child’s bottle from the bedroll. The battered woman was once again lost somewhere inside herself. Lost and so alone. “I’m taking Marley Rose home to Tranquility.” He tugged the nipple off the bottle. It released with a plop, and the smell of curdled milk reached his nose. Marley giggled excitedly, riding piggyback to the creek to rinse out the container….

Instead of trying to find your perfect match in a dating app, we bring you the “Reader Match” where we introduce you to authors as a reader you may fall in love with. It’s our great pleasure to present Liz Maverick. Writes: Welcome to the world of the Hudson Kings via my new romantic suspense series. It features an ensemble cast full of super-hot mercenaries, sparkling supporting characters with their own deliciously mixed-up relationships, and the sort of laugh-out-loud banter that will keep you turning the pages. Look for Book 1, THE TRANSPORTER (Shane!) on August 1, 2017 followed by THE FINANCIER (Nick!) on November 21, 2017. About: Liz Maverick tends to write what she wants to read but can’t find. Hence, the Hudson Kings, a series that combines badass mercenary missions and relationship tension between the hero and heroine AND between guys on the team. In case you were wondering, she also likes dessert. And watching her little girl discover new things. And swimming. And tea parties. And black leather-clad action heroes. But also drawing-room men in breeches. And traveling to unusual places. And wearing excessively bright sneakers. But not in any particular order. To sign up for Liz’s…

Some conferences are quiet affairs where I get to hang with friends, talk books, and laugh for hours. Readers and ‘Rita’s is one such conference. There’s always something going on, but I never feel frenzied unless I’m dancing with a hot cover model. Other conferences are wild fan events where I’m overwhelmed and lost. And given how much of an extrovert I am, that’s saying something. Guess how last week at the RWA Conference (Romance Writers of America) felt for me. Zen walking meditation in a sauna. There’s no denying that Orlando in July is steamy hot. By the second day, I was soggy. My brain, my hair, and definitely my clothes—all wet mush. Military School on the first day. I meant to be crisp and clean, I meant to report where I was supposed to go when I was supposed to be there, but it just never quite happened. That’s why I never went to military school. Phew! Party with my friends! I got to hang out with great people all the time. In the bar, in the lobby, in the bathroom, in the bar… Well, you get the idea. Great friends everywhere! (Check out this picture of me…