Tag: Liz Maverick

Miss Out on This Year’s RT Book Lover’s Convention?

Posted May 15, 2009 by Rowena in Reviews | 0 Comments

…then catch everything you missed in this 10 minute video that Marianne Mancusi and Liz Maverick put together.

As always, these two know how to keep the party going and they definitely show the lighter side of romance. In this video, you’ll catch the highlights of the different panels, awards, book signings and so much more.

Check it out!

Romantic Times Convention Recap from Marianne Mancusi on Vimeo.

Who’s already planning for next year? I’ve got my fingers crossed….you?

You can check out more Marianne Mancusi goodness by visiting her on her blog. You can visit Liz Maverick at her site, here. Also, check out their Rebels of Romance blog as well, here.

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Shomi Spotlight – Guest Review: Wired by Liz Maverick

Posted September 1, 2008 by Book Binge Guest Blogger in Reviews | 7 Comments

Carolyn Jean’s review of Wired by Liz Maverick.

Seconds aren’t like pennies. They can’t be saved in a jar and spent later. Fate seeps through cracks and shifts like fog. Pluck a second out of time or slip an extra one in, the consequences will change your life forever. Is the man you love really the man you think you know, or is there a version of your life in which he’s your enemy? If you didn’t know who or what you were before, would you take a chance on becoming that person again?

L. Roxanne Zaborovsky is about to discover fate is comprised of an infinite number of wires, filaments that can be manipulated, and that she’s not the one at the controls. From the roguishly charming Mason Merrick—a shadow from her increasingly tenebrous past—to the dangerously seductive Leonardo Kaysar, she’s barely holding on. This isn’t a game, and the pennies are rolling all over the floor. Roxy just has to figure out which are the ones worth picking up.

Wow, WIRED was such a damn fine read—fun, exciting, sexy, plotty, mysterious—the perfect balance of a book.

Okay, first, a bit about the plot, because you know what’s funny? The back blurb, like many events within the book itself, makes a whole lot more sense in hindsight. Translation: not a lot of help from the flap. So here’s the deal:

The book starts when L. Roxanne Zaborovsky, a witty and reclusive computer programmer, is walking to the 7-11 one night. Two fellas appear from nowhere and begin fighting over her—it’s an old college acquaintance Mason Merrick and a British guy named Kaysar. It turns out Mason and Kaysar are “wire crossers,” people who screw around with the past to get the future outcome they prefer, and they each have their own special plans for Roxy and the computer code she’s going to write.

So the three of them play a kind of game of cat and mouse, chasing through alternate versions of Roxy’s own life, and Roxy has to figure out what the heck is going on, who to trust, and how to take control of the situation so she doesn’t end up with a relatively awful version of her life. And of course, there’s the matter of preventing future chaos.

Plotty deliciousness

I would particularly recommend this book for people who love plotty puzzles—even more so if you have a taste for time travel. A lot of the fun of the book is being in Roxy’s head and trying to figure out what’s going on as she does.

Now, I know in certain other texts, a lack of big picture clarity can feel annoying, like authorial withholding. But that’s not the case here at all. The puzzley part was just 100% fun. A kind of whirlwind experience where I felt this exciting sense of urgency to figure things out. Oops, one a.m.? Let me just quick read one more chapter.

The heroes

One of the more compelling parts of the mystery was which guy to trust. Both Mason and Kaysar seemed to have trustworthy moments, and both were, of course, hunky. So which is the bad guy? Author Maverick does an expert job of arranging events to make it a juicy and fun conundrum. I went back and forth a bit, but when things became clear, it made perfect sense. And I daresay I was pleased.

And while we’re on the subject of the heroes, this is not a big steamy read with disco version sex marathons, but what steam there is—and there is some—is quite nicely done.

The writing

Maybe it’s just me, but when I see anime art on the cover of a book, I never think, I am going to find some fine prose in here at the level of the sentence. Live and learn. Because the writing here was excellent, IMHO. And the voice, too.

As a first person narrator, Roxy was highly likable—strong, smart, funny, vulnerable, such a refreshing change from the badass, smartmouth chick narrators that have become so common. I mean, Roxy makes mistakes, hesitates when she’s scared. She is achingly real at times. So wonderful.

Here, early in the book, she’s in an alternate version of her life, but doesn’t realize it yet, and opens a shoebox she finds in her closet:

I sat there propped up with my elbows behind me and just stared. Two admittedly attractive black satin high heels nestled in the box alongside a handful of bullets and a gun.


I don’t own a gun. I’ve never owned a gun. I don’t even know anybody who owns a gun.

Actually, the truth was that I couldn’t even think of too many people I knew at all, which I supposed would reduce the number of guns likely to be owned.

There was something kind of dirty about the idea of a gun in my closet, something dirty and dangerous and scary about not knowing why it as there or how it to there.

Then, after examining the gun and determining the shoes were her size.

..very carefully, I put the gun and ammunition away, fit the lid back on the box, stood up, backed out of the closet and closet the door.

Denial. It’s an important emotional stage often overlooked in favor of the others involved in traumatic situations, such as anger and acceptance. But I focused on denial as I shook my damp hair out…

The science

Overall I would say on the level of time travel, this was put together thoughtfully and even brilliantly in places, and it holds together tightly when you think back to add stuff up – not an easy feat. Time travel narratives are notoriously impossible to pull off—even Terminator had holes.

But here’s my confession: I found the book to be so exciting that I didn’t exactly kick the tires in terms of the internal logic of the world. You know, I had tiny, minor little ‘hey, what about this or that’ moments, and maybe I would’ve found the answers in the text if I’d backed up or paused to connect stuff up, but I sort of didn’t care, because the book was way too exciting and I HAD to find out the answers to my various burning questions, so I plowed on.

And really, you don’t have to be a time travel nerd or to get all hung up on the mechanics or even understand them to enjoy this very delightful read.

I’m so thankful to Book Binge for introducing me to this line, and I’m definitely going to be looking for other books by this author.

5 out of 5

This book is available from Dorchester. You can buy it here.

Read more from Carolyn Jean at The Thrillonth Page.

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Shomi Spotlight: Excerpt – Irreversible by Liz Maverick

Posted August 28, 2008 by Holly in Promotions | 2 Comments

The next wave of Shomi Romances will hit bookshelves this fall. Irreversible is slated to release in October. That seems like an awfully long ways off, don’t you think?

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Katherine Gibbs is engaged. Engaged, popular, gorgeous, and living a life of sheer perfection. This is her best week ever. The trouble is, it’s manufactured. She’s lived this week over and over and doesn’t know it.

L. Roxanne Zaborovsky, Katherine’s best friend, is outside looking in. Once again, Kitty’s life is being stolen away by a man as twisted as he is brilliant. This time, there’s something Roxy can do. The barriers of time are like the walls of an apartment—or the bars of a prison—and they can be demolished. She just has to start the jailbreak.

Walter “Q” Sheffield is hot, smart, and just the man to free Kitty. A time-anomaly specialist, he can split seconds, erase hours and make the most of a minute. The one thing he can’t do? Relationships. But hate and revenge have Kitty trapped in the vagaries of time, and only love will get her out. And that love must be…

Irreversible by Liz Maverick.


Leonardo Kaysar raised his smartie and turned on the camera to snap a few shots of the disaster before him. Clothes lay all over the room, clothes his fiancée had bought on her own, that she wasn’t supposed to wear, bought for purposes she wasn’t supposed to have. Clothes and ridiculous trinkets spilling out of boxes and drawers all at once. Leonardo moved to the bureau and shot a still of the overflowing jewelry box, again considering the excessive new purchases, most still with tags.

“Mr. Kaysar? We’re here.”

Leonardo shifted his gaze to the two girls waiting just over the threshold of the bedroom, Ariel and Deirdre. “Catalog the anomalies and get the cleaners here right away.” He stepped past them back into the living room and surveyed the apartment with a practiced eye. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “How did she get so far off the baseline?”

Clearly flustered by Leonardo, Dee gestured to the entirety of the place, her stylus shaking between her fingers. “How soon before we bring in the next case? The apartment is going to need-“

“Flip it immediately. And make sure it gets a good cleaning. Get this crap off the floor.”

Ariel bent down and ran her fingers across the parquetry, which was speckled with a dark, oily substance. Leonardo followed her gaze. The floor was oddly pitted, and the black squares of the harlequin pattern seemed to be buckling. The overall degradation of the apartment was completely incongruous with the woman who lived here, with her designer clothes and perfectly coiffed hair.

Leonardo tapped his wingtip against the floor, pressing down gently until the black square softened under the pressure. “Time is so unstable,” he said with a sigh. “I can move it around but I’ve never been able to quite capture it.” He looked up at Ariel, who was watching him intently. He pointed to his shoe and the stickiness beneath. “It’s as thick and physical a thing as this floor under our feet, yet as thin and intangible as the air all around us.”

Dee ran her fingers over the pockmarked floor. “Is this from her stilettos? This might be hard to-“

The sound of the door scanner echoed down the hall. Dee looked up nervously. Ariel seemed to steel herself. All three of them looked at the door; Ariel ushered Dee back toward the bedroom.

Leonardo’s fiancée stepped over the threshold. “Baby,” she cried in delight. “You’re early!” The lovely brunette surged across the room and threw herself at him, the emerald chiffon of her summer dress floating like plumage in her wake. Leonardo managed to stay upright, but he did not put his arms around her tightly enough. She stumbled on her heels and fell into the wall, an awkward, embarrassing movement that left a smear of lipstick on the white paint.

Leonardo caught her by the elbow and helped her right herself; she saw her best friends, Ariel and Deirdre, standing in the doorway of her bedroom. “What . . . what’s going on?”

“Mr. Kaysar?” Dee prompted with a quaver in her voice that she managed to control before asking, “Do you want us to step outside?”

The brunette looked at Dee and Ariel, and then back at her fiancé. “Leo? What’s going on? Ariel? Dee? Why are you here with Leo? Dee? Is something wrong?” She looked wildly among the three of them, becoming increasingly hysterical. “What did I do wrong?” she wailed, completely losing her self-control, as if a year of suppressed feelings were just bursting out.

Leonardo collected the girl in his arms. “Shush,” he said. “It’s fine. Everything is just fine.”

Her rapid breathing slowed, and her shaking hands clasped tightly around his neck. She sniffed back tears and looked up at him uncertainly. Leonardo kissed her first gently on the lips, then harder as he pulled his finger-punch from his pocket. Behind her back, he flipped the lock and swiveled the syringe cartridge to the second position, then swiftly jammed the punch into the side of her neck.

Her fingers clawed into the fabric of his suit. Her body went tense. Her kiss drained of life. The crash of her body to the floor followed by Ariel’s truncated curse emphasized the vast silence that followed.

A whimper escaped Deirdre’s lips.

Leonardo turned sharply to the pale assistant. “Try to think of it this way . . .”


“She was already dead.”

Wide-eyed, Deirdre looked at Ariel, who just looked down at the body. She then nodded dutifully and shifted her gaze from her boss’s face to the corpse. “I really liked her.”

“Well, then, I suggest you work on that,” Leonardo said tightly, moving into the kitchen.

When Dee swallowed hard and looked at her coworker, Ariel flashed a defensive palm at her and keyed her smartie. “Don’t look at me like I’m on your side.”

Dee chewed on her lower lip and moved tentatively to the brunette’s side, taking care not to step on the luxurious hair splayed over the floor as she knelt. “It was such a good part. My first lead role. I’ve always wanted to be an actress. And I really didn’t know that . . . I didn’t know that you would . . .” Dee started to cry. “I’m sorry.”

“Shut up,” Ariel hissed, before turning her attention back to the call she was making. “Oh, hi. Yeah. I need the cleaners. Uh-uh. Not that kind. The other division. Yes, that’s what I’m saying. I just said that. It’s a body . . . . Then find the department that does!” In a much lower voice, she said, “Mr. Kaysar is in the next room. He just gave the order. Do I sound like I want to fill out some paperwork first? Thank you. I’m transmitting the location now. And do it fast, if you don’t mind. He wants me to flip the room, stat.”

She turned back to Dee. “Are you crazy? Stop crying before the boss sees you.” Then she poked her head into the kitchen. “Sir, um, is there anything different you want done with the apartment, or is the next girl basically the same?”

Leonardo joined them in the foyer. “She’s not the same at all. That is part of the point.” Ariel flushed red as he stared at her. “You understand what you are doing, don’t you? It’s very important that everyone understands what we are doing, and why. If you don’t believe it, why should our subject, whoever she is?”

“Mr. Kaysar,” Ariel blurted. “I’m a hundred percent committed to my part!”

Leonardo smiled, then shifted his gaze past her to Dee.

Dee didn’t answer. She just stared at him, stricken. Leonardo walked up to her. “Time is unstable, and the control of time therefore depends on how stable and predictable we can make it. To reduce the myriad possibilities inherent in the combination of free will and time, we stabilize what we can.” He swept his hand out, gesturing to the whole of the apartment. “That is why we build in highly controlled situations with predetermined outcomes. We control what we can. For the rest, that which is in here”-he ran his fingers across Dee’s left temple-“and here”-he grazed her heart by drawing an invisible X with his index finger-“the rest we seek to control though meds and biotechnology.”

“I understand,” she said hoarsely.

“I don’t think you do.” Leonardo looked down at the spongy parquet floor, drawing her gaze along with his own. “This . . . whole set of situations is our lab. You are part of the lab. And that makes you part of something very special and important. When you auditioned, everyone was most impressed. You made us believe, Deirdre, because you believed. Make no mistake: this is not a simple exercise in the art of theater improvisation. You’re changing the world. You’re making history. And if you don’t still believe, then by all means please visit Human Resources before I bring in my next fiancée and our next test subject, Katherine Gibbs.”

Leonardo turned and knelt by his original ex-fiancée. Gently he swept the tangle of her hair off the floor and arranged it around her face. He laid his fingertips across her cheek and wiped the smeared lipstick from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. Then he stepped over her body and walked through her bedroom into the bathroom.

He opened the cabinet and surveyed the contents. Again, certain things shouldn’t have been there. An amber-colored glass bottle rested on the upper shelf. He pulled it down and examined the label to confirm the date of issue, and then unscrewed the top and tapped the remaining pills into his hand. Shaking his head, he replaced them and pocketed the bottle.

Turning to go, he stopped short. He craned his neck to look at the bathroom wall. The white paint was streaked with thin gray rivulets, and as Leonardo Kaysar faced the wall head-on, raised his hand in the shape of a gun, and ran his index finger down the surface, on the other side of reality, one spin of the axis away, the nanoseconds of his present life were preparing to converge with those of his past. . . .

This book is available from Dorchester, October 2008. You can pre-order it here.

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Shomi Spotlight: Excerpt – Wired by Liz Maverick

Posted August 18, 2008 by Holly in Promotions | 1 Comment

The problem I’m finding with all of these Shomi novels is that they all sound intriguing. There isn’t one I’ve read about so far that hasn’t made me want to dive right into it. This one is no different.

Book Cover

Seconds aren’t like pennies. They can’t be saved in a jar and spent later. Fate seeps through cracks and shifts like fog. Pluck a second out of time or slip an extra one in, the consequences will change your life forever. Is the man you love really the man you think you know, or is there a version of your life in which he’s your enemy? If you didn’t know who or what you were before, would you take a chance on becoming that person again?

L. Roxanne Zaborovsky is about to discover fate is comprised of an infinite number of wires, filaments that can be manipulated, and that she’s not the one at the controls. From the roguishly charming Mason Merrick—a shadow from her increasingly tenebrous past—to the dangerously seductive Leonardo Kaysar, she’s barely holding on. This isn’t a game, and the pennies are rolling all over the floor. Roxy just has to figure out which are the ones worth picking up.

Wired by Liz Maverick

Prologue (ARC)

It’s graduation day. I’ve got a million things to do. None of which includes going to the actual ceremony. I don’t think too much of that kind of stuff.

I look over at the shrink-wrapped square enshrining the cap and gown that I’ve abandoned on a side table. “A total bus station moment.”

Kitty twists the lollipop in her mouth, getting blue sugar syrup all over her fingers. A goldfish swims in the plastic bag she’s clutching in her other hand. “Yeah. But I’m kind of sorry I’m missing it.”

I shrug.

“You’re really not going?” she asks.

“Interview’s more important.”

Kitty’s eyes narrow. “You know, I think you scheduled it on graduation day on purpose.”

“Did not,” I lie. “They asked me to.”


“Like I said, graduation day is nothing but a bus station moment. All that waiting, it finally gets here, you get on for the ride and then you just can’t wait to get off.”

“Graduation is maybe the kind of bus you don’t want to miss.”

“I couldn’t care less.”


“I’m serious.” I laugh. “College was only incrementally less painful than high school.”

Kitty nods. She pulls the lollipop stick out of her mouth and it comes out clean. She crams the used stick in her cargo pocket. “Well, I guess this is it.”

“I guess so,” I say, frowning hard and trying not to cry.

“You’re really not going to graduation?” she asks again.


“Me neither.”

“I know. You’ve got a plane to catch.”

We stand there repeating ourselves because we don’t want to accept that everything’s about to change.

Kitty lunges forward for a hug, the bagged goldfish swinging wildly in her grip, water dripping off her wrist down my neck. As fast as she lunged forward, she pulls back. “We hate goodbyes.” She thrusts the plastic bag at me. “You’ll remember to feed him?”

I take the bag with a sigh. “I’ll remember. He’ll be here when you get back.”

“I don’t know,” Kitty says skeptically. “He’s pretty old.”

I hold up the bag and we watch the goldfish together. Then we look at each other.

“Well,” Kitty says, “I know you won’t try to kill him on purpose.”

We laugh to keep things from getting teary but, of course, they get teary anyway. Kitty picks up her last suitcase and opens the door. A sharp noise echoes down the inner staircase and we both jump.

She sticks her head out and looks both ways.

“What was that?” I ask.

She shrugs then looks back over her shoulder at me.

I echo Kitty’s words. “We hate goodbyes.”

Kitty’s black pigtails bob as she starts lugging her suitcase down the stairs, waving her hand behind her in farewell. She stops and turns and calls up to me. “Just remember, Roxanne, it can’t always be about tomorrow. Sometimes it’s about right fucking now.”

I shut the door and stand there for a moment listening to the clomp of Kitty’s combat boots on the stairs. They become less clompy with every step until there’s nothing left.

Sirens blare outside. I hold the goldfish bag up to eye level. “It’ll be fine,” I say, then look around for something to put him in.

The phone rings.

The doorbell rings.

I look between the phone and the door

…and I pick one.

This book is available from Dorchester. You can buy it here. You can read more about Liz Maverick on her website here and at The Rebels of Romance.

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The Rebels of Romance Talk Shomi

Posted August 13, 2008 by Holly in Reviews | 4 Comments

When I first started tossing around the idea of a Shomi spotlight, I emailed Marianne Mancusi (whom I adore and has guest blogged with us before) and asked if she’d be willing to guest again. I asked if she and Liz Maverick would be willing to talk about the Shomi line and encourage people who haven’t tried it yet to bump it up. Because they’re super cool, they did a video for us.

Liz and Marianne – Thanks so much!

Readers – Check out the vid and then bump those Shomi novels up to the top of your TBR piles. If I can do it, so can you. :0)

Book Binge from Marianne Mancusi on Vimeo.

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