Latest Book: Keltic Flight
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*lizzie made up games and stories to keep her company as a child. So, a witch lived in Grampa's weather research station and was only held at bay by a certain weed. An ancient road grader became a boat carrying wild adventurers to islands filled with sheep that turned into lions and cannibals.
Now, the stories of her imagination have found their way to paper and pixels. Still filled with fantasy and love, these tales take her and her readers far from the mundane world.
When *lizzie has to return to that mundane life, she's the kitchen manager for a small school. Author and Lunch Lady--what a combination! Happily, family and friends have become accustomed to her writer's ways and just shake their heads when she goes off on some fantastical tangent, asks strange what if questions, or just has to find a piece of paper and a pen that actually writes. One of her greatest delights is to watch the joys of creativity fill a friend, and she'll do anything to help them achieve their dream.
Q: What part of a book is the easiest to write?
A: Probably the beginning. Most of my writing is taking an idea and running with it. I do a bit more work on my characters and ideas before starting than I used to, but not much. I learn about my story folks along with my readers. I know where I want the story to start. Perhaps a few things along the way, and the end. Hey, I write romances, the happy ever after ending is a forgone conclusion. But I often have an idea for the moment when everything seems lost—for at least one of the characters.
A beginning is filled with a wealth of oooo, shiny excitement, so it’s easy to write. Now, whether the story ends up with that particular beginning is the real question.
Oh, but I do love writing those moments when my villains get what’s coming to them!
Q: Conversely, which is the most difficult?
A: The blurb. It doesn’t matter if I write it before the book or after, it’s difficult for me to summarize in a way to make a book sound interesting. Guess I could never work for TV Guide.
Q: Who is your favorite character in Keltic Flight?
A: You know, I gotta love my heroes. But, I introduced a minor character in Flight that became a major player in the rest of the series. Yes, Keltic Flight is part of a series—The Double Keltic Triad. Flight is the third book, although the books can be read individually.
Oh, sorry, back to my characters. In Keltic Flight, Nightshade makes an appearance as the flamboyant manager of an exotic dancer (who is the heroine of my next indie book—Wild Keltic Carousel—coming soon). I never thought much about him, until he showed an interesting side in the next book. And continued to do so through the series—and into the next. Someday soon, hopefully Nightshade will get his own happy ever after.
Q: Tell us a little about the Double Keltic Triad series.
A: I never considered writing a series when I wrote my first book (By Keltic Design). But as my hero’s family grew, so did the ideas. The Double Keltic Triad is fantasy romance. Multiple worlds connect to this human world we all know, often through portals that are everywhere, when you know how to look.
I had great fun with Keltic Flight, which takes place in the human world, the Faerie Otherworld, and the world occupied by the fairy folk. I wasn’t the only one risking confusion with faerie and fairy--even some of my fay characters had trouble believing. Characters in Keltic tales come from a variety of other worlds, times, and races. The possibilities are as wide as my imagination--and I’m going to visit as many of these worlds as I can. And bring readers along with me!
Q: What do you enjoy when not writing?
A: I love movies, and there aren’t too many weekends that go past without spending too much to go to the theatre. Really? Popcorn costs that much? Uh huh, I work in food. I know. But I can’t resist that bad for you treat. I like all kinds of movies--except scary. Or too stupid. One of my favorite, watch over and over movies--Galaxy Quest!
Never give up! Never surrender! Great words for writers, too!
Here’s where you can find *lizzie:
http://www.lizziestarr.com (ah, I’m currently in the process of changing up the website, but I’m still me)
amazon author page
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Ebook Short Description
To the Faerie Gentry of the Otherworld, the fairy wee folk are but a myth and legend. Until the fairy Korin falls in love with a hal-Gentry maid. Forced to bargain with an evil king to woo her, he risks discovery, and his life, to fulfill the conditions. Book Three of the Double Keltic Triad.
Korin Goodfellow loves the Gentry maid, Nanceen. In order to woo her, Korin bargains with his evil king, who sets seemingly impossible tasks. The first? She must believe in him.
But the folk of Faerie, the Gentry, don't believe in the odd assortment of beings who make up the wee folk. And definitely not in fairies.
Nanceen doesn't know what she believes. Until Korin calls to her, then makes his way into her world, becoming a wingless man she can see, touch, believe in.
Will the rat king's conditions drive a wedge between them, or force Korin to confrontation, to battle, risking his life?
Nanceen reached toward the ever-present bowl of chocolate, fished out a piece, and unwrapped the tiny drop. How was she supposed to describe her feelings to another when she had no idea about them herself? She stared at the light brown sweet. Where to begin?
When she looked up, Lara grinned at her. “I think I know exactly how you feel. You’re restless, like you’re looking for something, but you don’t have any idea what that something is.”
Nanceen’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “How... how did you know?”
Lara sighed and snagged her own piece of chocolate. “When I looked in the mirror before I traveled to Iain’s time and found him...” She popped the candy into her mouth and continued around it. “... I looked just about like you do now. It’s your eyes, Nance.”
A gasp passed Nanceen’s lips. “Did you hear that?”
Lara’s light brows drew together, and a thick line of concern formed over the bridge of her nose. She leaned forward. “Is it the kids?”
“No, no. It was another voice. It was...” The drop of chocolate fell to the smooth tabletop, and Nanceen rested her head in her hands. “I think I’m going crazy.”
Lara grasped both of her aunt’s hands, pulled them away, and waited for Nanceen to lift her gaze. “No, you’re not. Though, I do remember it feeling that way. You’ll be fine. Be patient and you, and the one you wait for, will find each other.”
“You’re a romantic, Lara. I’ve been in both worlds and found no one who even begins to interest me. Perhaps I’m not meant for love.”
Lara eased from her chair, circled the table, and crouched before Nanceen. She rested her hands lightly on her aunt’s shoulders. “Oh, but you are. I know it.”
Nanceen returned the kind embrace and leaned back. “Are you sure you don’t hear the voice?”
“Could it be one of the kids? Belle loves to play tricks.”
“No. Oh, never mind. It must be my imagination. I should go.”
Concern still hovered in Lara’s eyes. “Come back whenever you need to, Nance. I mean it, now. Whenever.”
“Thank you, Lara. That means much to me.”
Lara’s gaze burned into her back as she left the clearing and passed under the thick overhang of tree branches. She wandered aimlessly, following patches of sunlight that appeared on the dimmer forest floor. With her thoughts on the memory of the voice, and the few unsettling words she’d heard, she paid no attention to her path.
A faint haze separated a strange, brightly lit glade from the surrounding trees. When she stepped into the clearing, Nanceen’s skin tingled. Gazing in wonder at the tiny, grassy area, she was surprised she’d never discovered this place. Then, she shrugged and sank to the ground with her feet tucked under her. Her clan’s part of Faerie was no small land, there were bound to be places left for her to discover.
She plucked a tiny purple flower from a plant with yellow- green leaves. The rise of scent from the bloom made her close her eyes and inhale deeply. It was a mix of Otherworldly scents such as she’d never encountered. Her lips stretched into a dreamy smile.
“I’m gratified you like my flowers.”
It was the same voice--only not inside her head. Afraid to open her eyes, Nanceen paused before answering. What if it was just a figment of her imagination, her unknown desires becoming manifest?
“Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not,” she whispered.
“Open your eyes.”
The voice was a clear tenor that rang with the power of magic. Had one of Faerie found her? Someone from another clan? Was this for whom she waited? Tremors chased each other down her spine. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked around cautiously. There was no one in the glade.
“What foolishness is this? Where are you?”
She rose and followed the soft echoes of the voice to the far side of the glade. A blurry haze hovered a few inches above the grass and flowers. She lifted one of her hands toward the pale golden glow, reaching to touch, to discover what magic created such a small disruption in the clear air.
“What will I find?”