The Craziest Blog Tour Ever: Interview with Mars & Mars. WIN $25 Amazon GC! @Liza0Connor
Hello everyone! It’s a special day today. I have two of Liza O’Connor’s secondary characters here for an interview. Sorry, her notes seem a bit mangled. She has you both down as the butler with the name Mars.
Mars: That is correct. I run Master Lancaster’s penthouse, and Mars runs his Long Island Estate.
Well, that’s going to make for a confusing interview.
So I’m calling you Young Mars and you–
Old Mars: *furrows brow*
Mars Senior.
Mars Senior: That is sufficient. Honestly, this has never been a problem because a butler rarely leaves his place of responsibility.
Young Mars: I call mine the war zone, but same thing. I don’t dare leave it.
So what is it like working for Trent Lancaster?
Butlers: *both stare at her with matching raised eyebrows*
It’s okay to tell me. Liza sent dispensation letters for both of you.
Mars Senior: Miss Liza may send what she pleases, but it does not change the creed of my profession. A butler never talks out of turn.
Then what are we going to talk about?
Mars Senior: *rises and examines the shiny metal walls.* I have never been in a spaceship before. Would you mind if I have a look around?
*sighs* Go ahead. *glares at Young Mars* Don’t you want to go examine the ship, too?
Young Mars: *leans back and smiles* I’d rather trade you an understanding of Master Trent for an in-depth tour and understanding how this ship works.
You can tell no one what you learn.
Young Mars: You have my word as a butler.
So how horrible is Master Trent?
Young Mars: *brow wrinkles* Now or a week ago?
Has there been a major improvement in a week?
Young Mars: In fact, there has. I had either forgotten how horrible he used to be or he reached new lows when Carrie went to Taiwan for a month. This last month has been a bloody nightmare. But from the day Carrie returned, Master Trent began to calm, and a few days ago he actually thanked me for calling the doctor and getting him an appointment.
That’s just common courtesy, hardly proof of anything.
Young Mars: For you and me, yes. But Master Trent has always believed saying thank you was redundant and unnecessary since the receipt of a paycheck should be thanks enough.
Seriously?
Young Mars: I do not jest when it comes to Master Trent. Miss Carrie is truly metamorphosing him into a better man. Whether he’ll ever become a butterfly remains to be seen. But at least he is not a destructive caterpillar anymore.
That’s a good analogy. Most earthlings see caterpillars as harmless soft bellied bugs, but burrowed deep in the Fidas asteroid cluster, there lives a 300 meter long caterpillar that devours minerals from within the asteroid. It also swallows any mining ships that attempts to land there.
Young Mars: Intriguing. Do you by chance need a butler?
I thought you said Master Trent had improved. Why are thinking about jumping ship now?
Young Mars: I said he improved, not that he had a full brain transplant. Becoming a butler on a spaceship sounds like a far better life.
Give me your hand then.
Young Mars: *reaches to her then grimaces as she painfully scraps away skin from his palm.*
*I place the scraper into a tube and caps it. I walk to the metal wall and a small opening appears. I place the tube inside and muttering. I return to my chair and smile.*
While it is against regulations to remove critical humans from Earth, we are allowed to clone those we deem worthy. So while you must stay and help Carrie nurture Trent into a better man, an exact replica of you will live the life you’ve requested.
Young Mars: You mean–
In eighteen hours and 27 minutes, my ship will have a new Logisitics officer. I’ll name him Mars 3.
Old Mars: *returns* We need to be going now. I’m not comfortable leaving my staff alone. Honestly they are like participants in Survivor, the Bachelor and Big Brother all combined into one horrible nightmare. By the way, your ship needs dusting.
*Glances at my wrist* Well, in 18 hours and 25 minutes, I’ll address the matter with my new logistics officer.
Young Mars: *stands and shakes my hand* I envy the lucky Logistics officer. Still, it’s nice to know that person will be having a far more interesting life than me.
Old Mars: *shakes head* It’s dusting. What’s interesting about that?
Young Mars: The fact that is dust from a different planet makes a great deal of difference.
Well, thanks for coming. *I see them to the transporter and send them on their way. Then I face the communication wall.* I didn’t have the heart to tell Young Mars that I’ve been stranded on earth for 11 years and that all the dust collecting in this space ship is just the common earth variety. He might have demanded his clone back.
Here’s more information about Liza O’Connor’s book Worst Week Ever. She’s calling it a humorous contemporary romance. Trent and Carrie are one couple. Hmmm, I wonder who the other romance is with.
Worst Week Ever
by Liza O’Connor
New Adult, Humor, Contemporary
What do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with a egoistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?
Book 1 of the 3 book series A Long Road to Love.
Worst Week Ever.
Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant, or as his drivers refers to Carrie: ‘Trent’s brain, left hand, and right hand’. He’s had a miserable month without her at his side and to ensure it never happens again, he intends to marry his brilliant beauty. Only given all the times he’s threatened to fire her, he’s not sure she even likes him. However, the future of his company and his happiness depend upon him succeeding, so Trent begins a slow one week seduction that happens to coincide with Carrie’s Worst Week Ever when everything that can go wrong does so in hilarious form.
(Hilarious to the reader–Carrie is not having much fun this week.)
EXCERPT
Closing his eyes, Trent enjoyed the pleasure of Carrie’s body pressed against his.
His eyes popped open in horror. Oh God, David’s right. I am besotted.
What the hell was he thinking?
Statistically, his relationships never lasted more than a month and they always ended badly. A billionaire who couldn’t make a relationship last more than a month. How horrible did he have to be to chase off women who had a billion reasons to stick it out?
If he became involved with his most valuable employee, in a month, she’d dump him and quit. Then his business would collapse into chaos and he’d finally prove his father right. The old man constantly claimed Trent was a worthless human being and the world’s worst businessman.
And then Carrie arrived and single handedly saved his company. She never gave up. If one solution failed, she’d find another way to resolve the problem.
He smiled at his sleeping EA. If anyone could make him into a better man, it would be her. Carrie could solve any problem, had the patience of a saint, and the determination of a pitbull. Best of all, she loved a challenge.
Author Bio:
Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.
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