I’m so excited to announce that I’ll be joining Kaira Rouda in Laguna Beach for the launch of her Kindle World! (Yea!!) More than 10 of your favorite authors will be writing stories in beautiful, sunny Laguna Beach and some of the beloved characters from the series will be making an appearance.

​All books will be launched on July 7, just in time to fill your Kindle before heading to the pool or the beach! More soon and, I’ll see you in Kaira Rouda’s Laguna Beach world.

Laguna Beach Series: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_2?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=laguna+sights​

My story will be a sequel to Chalkboard Romance and feature Melanie, the sassy teaching partner as well as the impressive matchmaker, Draikoh San.

I'm so excited to share my story with you!

​He’s been locked away his entire life.
He dreams of freedom.
The only way he can accomplish his goals is by breaking free of the chains tying him to a dark past and gloomy existence. But there’s one catch. He’s not human.
And he’s never set foot outside his jail.
 
Devoted to saving his peers as well as his own life, he sets out to find the one person that can help him achieve his objectives. He knows where she will be and what she will look like, but what he doesn’t anticipate is the fact he finds himself caring for the girl whose life he’s put at risk, more and more each day.
 
He has no name.
He has only known hatred and violence before her.
However, she will teach him to have faith in humanity, even if she can’t trust him.
Together they will embark on a journey to bring down a corrupt system responsible for the loss of many innocent lives. But when he finds his feelings compromised, can he still move on knowing that doing so will put an end to the life she once knew? How far is he willing to go to be free?

I pull open the driver’s-side door, only to have it brusquely shut by a rather large, pale hand. Startled by the suddenness of the man’s appearance, I shift to my left and come eye to eye with a bulky-looking individual with dark brown eyes, and a scar that traces a fine line from his upper lip all the way down to his chin.

“Don’t attract attention, missy.” He sneers at me.

I glance down at the feel of something hard poking my ribcage and find, much to my horror, that he’s leveled a gun at my stomach. Most of the weapon is concealed by a khaki trench coat he wears.

“Keep your pretty little mouth shut and all will sail smoothly,” he warns, standing rigidly beside me. He glances briefly over the roof of the truck. “Tiger. Hello there, my dear old friend. Didn’t take you long to make friends, huh?”

I grow stiff. So these are the psychos that are after Tiger.

In Public Secrets, my character, Carla shares a bit of her past.
“Be very careful what you wish for in life, Mr. Gallagher. Wishes can come true in terrible ways. My boring but successful life was altered by the addition of my very own celebrity stalker.” She closed her eyes. “His name was Billy. At first, he seemed a harmless annoyance. I thought I could handle it. I thought it was part of my job.”
“What changed your mind?”
“The death of the station’s engineer’s wife. She had come to my house, expecting to catch her husband and me in bed. Billy was waiting inside. He killed her and then he killed himself.”
 
Billy is based on a real event in my real past:
In my youth, I was a drive-time DJ and I acquired my own obsessed fan. His name was Billy. He seemed a bit slow, so I always tried to be patient with him. Unfortunately, that resulted in him calling me at the most inappropriate times.
I would be reading the evening news to my listeners and the big yellow bulb would blink and keep blinking. (Radio booths don’t use ring tones; they use big yellow lights to silently grab your attention that someone wishes to speak to you on the phone.) Unfortunately, if you are talking on air, the blinking light is highly annoying. Now, most people know if you talking on the air, you cannot answer their phone call. But not Billy.
Every single day Billy would call just as I began to read the news. Nor would he hang up when it became apparent I wasn’t going to answer the phone. So the yellow light blinked on and off through the entire newscast. After bungling the name of some weird town in North Carolina due to the blinking light, I lost all patience with Billy. Once I finished the news I picked up the phone.
The conversation went something like this:
“Billy, I’ve asked you for months NOT to call me when I’m on the air, reading the news.”
“I don’t like news,” Billy grumbled.
“Then don’t listen to it. But it’s part of my job to read it, so don’t call when I’m on the air.”
“I call when I want!” he yelled.
“If you call me again when I’m reading the news, I’m not going to talk to you anymore.”
“You can’t stop me from calling.”
“No, but I can stop talking to you. I’ll just not answer the phone.”
“You can’t do that!” he screamed.
“I not only can, but I will.”
“No! Don’t make Billy mad! Billy hurts people when he’s mad.”
It was then I realized Billy wasn’t just slow, he was potentially dangerous.
“Okay…Billy, I’m going to let the police know what you just said so if anything happens to me, they’ll arrest you.”
“Stupid! You don’t know my last name!”
“No, but I know your phone number. The police can get your address with ease.”
“Why are you being so mean? I just want to talk to you.”
“Yes, and I have asked you over and over not to call when I’m on the air, reading the news.”
“I hate news!”
“Then don’t listen to it! There are other radio stations. Go bother someone else. But I am not talking to you ever again.  And if you call again, I’m calling the police. Do you understand?” Then I hung up.
 
After work, I stopped by the main station and let the owner know about Billy and gave him the phone number just in case Billy really intended to kill me.
I am happy to say Billy didn’t kill me nor call anymore. He just moved on to another female DJ.  I know this because about two weeks later a young woman from another radio station called. Billy had mentioned he used to listen to me. She asked me how to make him stop calling during the evening news.
We spent a bit of time laughing over the situation. Truly, reading the news is harder than you’d think and a big yellow light blinking the whole time is huge distraction. Then I told her how Billy and I parted ways. His threat to my safety freaked her out. I never heard from her or Billy again.
I hope she’s okay…

Public Secrets
Book 1 of the AI Sci-Rom Series
By
Liza O’Connor
 
Blurb
Carla Simon is a best-selling novelist besieged by death threats and lawsuits because her stories keep turning out to be true. She is considered an extraordinary researcher, uncovering facts unknown by field experts.
The truth is far simpler and more disturbing. Carla has a software program that “fixes” her mistakes and rewrites her novels so they are error-proof both in presentation and in content. The result is beautifully written and completely accurate stories about real people and events.
Some of those people want her silenced forever. When a woman, mistaken for Carla, turns up dead in New Zealand, she must face the hard truth about her program. But first she has to survive the assassin who has never failed to deliver on a contract.
 
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Coming Very Soon
Birth of Adam
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About Liza
Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats, left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast. There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell in love with her new life where people behaved nicely. But all those bad behaviors have given her lots of fodder for her books. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.
You have been warned.
Mostly humorous books by Liza:
Humorous Sci-Fi series
The Gods of Probabilities — In the Multiverses, anything can & does happen. Join the bickering Gods and the sentient beings they oversee.
Surviving Outbound — Earth is doomed, but the odds of surviving outbound isn’t much better.
Surviving Terranue — Welcome to Terranue. Prepare to be baked, pummeled, and frozen. But first you’ll have to survive the black death growing in the cliffs.
Surviving Sojourn — You know you have reason to worry when a hyper-grown one-year-old is made captain of the ship.
 
Humorous Singles:
Ghost Lover --Two British brothers fall in love with the same young woman. Ancestral ghost is called in to fix the situation. And there’s a ghost cat that roams about the book as well. (Humorous Contemporary Romance)
Saving Casey — Cass wakes up in the body of a troubled teen who has burned every bridge imaginable. Her only choice is to turn this life around, but that’s much harder than she ever imagined.
Disturbing Historical:
Untamed & Unabashed --The youngest of the Bennet sisters, Lydia, tells her story. A faithful spinoff from Pride & Prejudice.
 
A Long Road to Love Series: (Humorous Contemporary odd Romance)
Worst Week Ever — Laugh out loud week of disasters of Epic proportions.
Oh Stupid Heart — The heart wants what it wants, even if it’s impossible.
Coming to Reason — There is a breaking point when even a saint comes to reason.
Climbing out of Hell — The reconstruction of a terrible man into a great one.
The Hardest Love — Is to love oneself. Sam’s story.
 
The Adventures of Xavier & Vic Sleuth series: (Late Victorian/Mystery/Romance)
The Troublesome Apprentice — The greatest sleuth in Victorian England hires a young man who turns out to be a young woman.
The Missing Partner — Opps! The greatest sleuth in Victorian England goes missing, leaving Vic to rescue him, a suffragette, and about 100 servants. Not to mention an eviscerating cat. Yes, let’s not mention the cat.
A Right to Love — A romantic detour for Jacko. Want to see how amply rewarded Jacko was when he & Vic save an old woman from Bedlam?
The Mesmerist — The Mesmerist can control people from afar and make them murder for her. Worse yet, Xavier Thorn has fallen under her spell.
Well Kept Secrets — The problems with secrets is that they always come to light, no matter how you wish to silence them.
Pack of Trouble — Changes are a part of life, but these changes almost kill Vic.
The Darkest Days — Muddled cases make Vic very grumpy.
 
 
FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT
LIZA O'CONNOR
Investigate these sites:
The Multiverses of Liza O’Connor
Liza's Blog and Website   Facebook   Twitter
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Ms. O'Connor tells stories that enthrall me. I couldn't put this book down once I started. I NEEDED to know how it ended. Her characters are wacky and get themselves into some interesting situations. 

Carla is a fabulous writer. Her stories come alive...literally and now people are out to get her. As an author, I'd love to have the means to change the world! Just imagine, curing cancer, stopping the debt crisis, or winning the lottery. Oh wait, there's a lottery curse (we learn about that in a different Liza O'Connor must read).

This book features amazing action from white water rafting to escaping from a killer. Thankfully Carla has some sexy guys on her side... an FBI agent and a pro-football player. Both these men will do what it takes to keep her safe. 

If you love unique stories, action and wonderful characters... Private Secrets is a one-click! Buy it today!

​He’s been locked away his entire life.
He dreams of freedom.
The only way he can accomplish his goals is by breaking free of the chains tying him to a dark past and gloomy existence. But there’s one catch. He’s not human.
And he’s never set foot outside his jail.
 
Devoted to saving his peers as well as his own life, he sets out to find the one person that can help him achieve his objectives. He knows where she will be and what she will look like, but what he doesn’t anticipate is the fact he finds himself caring for the girl whose life he’s put at risk, more and more each day.
 
He has no name.
He has only known hatred and violence before her.
However, she will teach him to have faith in humanity, even if she can’t trust him.
Together they will embark on a journey to bring down a corrupt system responsible for the loss of many innocent lives. But when he finds his feelings compromised, can he still move on knowing that doing so will put an end to the life she once knew? How far is he willing to go to be free?

What happens when the beautiful swan becomes the ugly duckling?

Starr Valentine has a perfect life in Middleton, Ohio. She was named captain of the cheer squad, her mother finally allowed her to get highlights, and the cutest boy in school asked her to homecoming. But everything comes crashing down when she finds out her parents are actually monarchs in exile from a mysterious planet called Vega. Starr doesn’t want to leave, but loves the idea of being a princess, and decides moving to an alien world might not be so bad. When she gets there, however, she discovers that something is terribly wrong.

Starr has always been the winner of the family, but now everyone is fawning over her chubby older sister, Astra. And everyone, even a handsome and annoying young duke named Julian, seems to hate her. That is when she realizes the awful truth. Astra is now the pretty one. Astra has all the friends. Astra gets all of the attention. And Starr Valentine, voted Miss Perfect, is now the ugly duckling. Her biggest fear is…will she be able to turn back into a swan, or is she doomed to be a loser forever?

EXCERPT:
That was when I met Julian. He walked around a bend in the garden path just as I tried to shove a monkey into my purse. I’d finally managed to catch one, tearing my stockings in the process, and now the stupid animal screamed its head off, causing all its friends and relatives to start screaming in every tree in the palace garden. There were a lot of trees. There were also a lot of stupid monkey creatures.

“What art thou doing? Art thou a complete idiot?”

Tall, like all Vegonian men, and handsome, like all Vegonian men, he looked at me like I was an absolute moron. That, sadly, was also like all Vegonian men. I’d begun to notice a pattern.

I looked up in surprise. “No, I art certainly not. I…thou…you…” I tried to speak proper Vegonian, but it seemed hopeless. “Who are you?”

“Julian.”

He had a small, pale scar that pierced his lip. He also had one ever-so-slightly crooked front tooth. So, in spite of his dark hair and eyes the color of Godiva chocolate, he was slightly less than perfect. That, for some reason, made me happy.
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“I am Princess Starr Valentine.” I raised myself up and tried to ignore the fact that my name sounded like a Japanese cartoon character or a Pretty Pony, the kind that might have stars tattooed on its butt.

Hello Jennifer and thank you for visiting today.  Tell us a little about yourself. 
Jennifer Allis Provost writes books about faeries, orcs and elves. Zombies too. She grew up in the wilds of Western Massachusetts and had read every book in the local library by age twelve. (It was a small library). An early love of mythology and folklore led to her epic fantasy series, The Chronicles of Parthalan, and her day job as a cubicle monkey helped shape her urban fantasy, Copper Girl. Heir to the Sun, book one of the Chronicles of Parthalan, launched June 1, 2015. Changing Teams, the first in a new contemporary series, released November 10, 2015 from Limitless Publishing. The second book, Changing Scenes, will release January 5, 2015.

Thanks! Congrats on your new release and the sequel! Now on to some personal questions. If you could go back in time to when you were seven years old, what wisdom or advice would you pass on to yourself?
Go to art school anyway.

That sounds like a story. For what are you grateful?
My kids, my husband, that I’m able to write and get my work out into the world…so many things!

If a zombie virus took over the world, how many days do you think you could last before you were infected? And what would you do to postpone the inevitable?
Well, I don’t run and I can’t shoot, but I was a Girl Scout so I have a few outdoor skills. With any luck I’d find a nice cabin to hole up in and escape the undead’s notice.

There is something to be said for hiding. What television sitcom is most like your family? Why?
Probably Buffy the Vampire Slayer – my family are dysfunctional like Buffy’s, but I have a close group of friends who are my chosen family.

I'm a big Buffy Fan... Like Spike better than Angel.. But that's another topic. What’s your favorite thing to do to relax?
A hot cup of tea and a book!

Let’s find out a little bit about you as an author. Did you always want to be an author?
Oh, absolutely. I was writing stories about princesses from faraway worlds when I was in grade school.

What authors had an impact on you growing up and as an adult?
Robin McKinley, Wendy and Richard Pini, T.H. White, and Mark Twain, to name a few.

Do you have any “must haves” with you while you’re writing?
Yes – silence! No music, no background noise like a café. I need to pay attention to what my characters are saying.

How did you decide to write a New Adult story? Do you feel passionate about that age?
I didn’t set out to write a New Adult story. The character of Sam came to me first, and he just happened to be twenty three. Once I figured out that my heroine, Britt, was twenty two, the plot just came together.

What have you learned the most from being in the writing business?
Network, network, network! The writing community is incredibly supportive. I don’t know where I’d be without the help and advice I’ve gotten from other writers.

Tell us about your latest release: 
Britt Sullivan, part time model and full time aspiring artist, is sick of living alone in the city… 

Taking lame jobs just to make ends meet is leading Britt nowhere, and she knows something has to change. She needs some excitement, and when she meets blue-eyed Midwesterner Sam MacKellar at a photo shoot, she realizes he’s perfect for her in every way—well, except for the fact that he’s gay. 

A devastating childhood trauma turned Sam’s whole life into a lie… 

Sam came to New York City to escape an existence that had become unbearable, and when his job as a photographer’s assistant leads him to Britt, he realizes he’s finally met someone who sees him as he really is. But plagued by nightmares and trapped by his own deception, he doesn’t know how she can truly be part of his life. 

Friendship leads to a passionate encounter and hidden dangers… 

Britt comforts Sam though his nightmares, and they begin to explore their mutual attraction, but the tables are turned when Britt faces unwelcome attention from a manipulative art instructor and Sam must come to her defense. 

Sam is terrified to reveal the source of his nightmares, sure the truth would shatter his complicated relationship with Britt, but when she suffers an unspeakable trauma of her own, only Sam can help her pick up the pieces. 

When Britt learns the magnitude of Sam’s lies, will his reasons and the depth of their feelings be enough to allow her to forgive him? Does she have a future with Sam, or does his deception also include the reality of changing teams?

For More Information

• Changing Teams is available at Amazon.
• Pick up your copy at Barnes & Noble.
• Discuss this book at PUYB Virtual Book Club at Goodreads.

Book Excerpt:
“So, how much cleavage?”

I blinked. “Um, what are you talking about?”

“Cleavage. Boobage. The girls.” Sam nodded toward my breasts. “How much are you comfortable showing?”

The question was a valid one, being that I’d been hired as the cover model for a romance novel and was standing in costume at said novel’s photo shoot. Since the story was set in the eighteenth century, my costume consisted of miles and miles of rich ochre silk and frothy white lace; as gowns went, it weighed a ton. It came equipped with a set of underpinnings that resembled torture devices more than garments, including a corset that pushed my breasts almost up to my chin.

Since I couldn’t resist flirting with the cute boy, I gave Sam my slyest grin. “Well, it is a bodice ripper, isn’t it?”

Sam threw back his head and laughed. He was the superhot assistant to Nash Williams, currently the hottest photographer in New York City, and we’d been teasing each other with abandon since we’d met earlier that day. “That it is, darlin’.”

I glanced down at my already overflowing cleavage. “Aren’t I showing enough already?”

“C’mere, darlin’,” Sam said. “Let me, the master of fluffers, fluff your breasts to perfection.” I stepped closer, letting Sam straighten the side seams of my bodice, then he tugged at the lace edging. “We have a few options here, darlin’, and it all depends on how daring you’d like to be.”

I could do daring. “And those options are?”

“We can keep the lace edging right here,” Sam said, running his index finger along the top edge of the silk but below the lacy ruffles. “It’s a good, sexy look. Or, we could place this seam right below your nips.”

“Below?” I repeated. “What is this, porn?”

He waved my concern away. “Please, a nipple or two hardly constitutes porn. Turn around and face the mirror, and let me show you what I mean.”
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Eyeing him dubiously, I turned toward the full-length mirror. Sam stood behind me and began his demonstration by pushing my breasts together to deepen my cleavage. Since I’d been modeling for years I was no stranger to nudity, or having my body and clothing adjusted rather intimately by someone I’d just met, but I’d never had someone that looked like Sam doing the adjusting. He was well over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and thick quads that bespoke a muscular frame, and had this sexy accent that I couldn’t quite place; Southern, maybe? His dark hair was boyishly tousled, his blue eyes were piercing, and that devilish, lopsided smile of his completed a rather attractive package.

Too bad he was gay. Also of note: that gay man was lowering my bodice way past my nipples.

“Hey,” I said, trying to squirm away.

Sam clamped a strong hand on my hip, and nodded toward the mirror, “Have a look, darlin’.”

I did, and saw that while the gown’s upper edge was indeed resting just below my nipples, the lacy ruffles still covered most of my breast. I’d worried such a low neckline would make me look sleazy, but this was more like decadent elegance.

“Wow,” I said. “That does take it to the next level.”

“Sure does.” Sam grinned. “Best of all, anyone looking straight at you won’t even see your cute little nips.”

I smirked at his reflection. “But anyone standing over me, like you, gets a show.” Seriously, anyone taller than me would be treated to a full view of my naked breasts. It was like they were sitting out on a platter.

Sam nestled my hips against his, cupping my breasts as he adjusted them further. “Don’t worry about me, darlin’. You don’t have the equipment I’m after.”

“Then why do you keep touching me?”

“Hey now, it’s my job to make you look good. Not that you weren’t gorgeous to begin with,” he added. Sam’s hands left my breasts as he focused his attention on my hair, which had been looped and curled into a rather fussy up-do. “Now, if you’re being ravished by our hero, I imagine a few of these pins would have come loose,” he said, freeing a few tendrils to float around my shoulders. “That’s better, softens up your look a bit.”

“Who’s this hero going to be?” I asked, meaning the other model for the shoot. As if on cue a door opened behind us, and Sam and I watched in the mirror as a fortyish man entered the studio. My counterpart for the shoot was almost as tall as Sam, but he had shoulder length blond hair and wasn’t half as muscular. He was wearing a gentleman’s version of formal eighteenth century dress, complete with frilled cuffs and a frock coat. He strode directly to the cyc wall, with three assistants—who needs three assistants? The queen of fricken’ England?—following close behind. Then, he unbuttoned his coat and shirt and one of the assistants started rubbing something on his chest.

“Are they oiling him?” I looked up at Sam. “Really, oiling? Is he pretending to be a romance novel sex god or something?”

Sam snorted. “Giovanni wishes he was a sex god. I’ve seen him naked at more than one shoot, and I happen to know that his cock bears an uncanny resemblance to an uncooked French fry.”
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I laughed out loud, the force of which sent my left boob popping free of my corset. “Maybe we should keep my nipples covered.”

“Nah, let’s give ol’ Gio a run for his money.” Sam turned me around, then he set to work on my bodice. “I mean it, you really do have great breasts,” he said as he wrestled my breast back inside my gown, pinching my nipple in the process. I wondered if that was accidental. “Nash has this ongoing harem girl series; you should audition for it.”

I stared at Sam, unsure how I felt about the hot gay guy telling me I should sign up for a bunch of topless photos, not to mention all the fondling. “If you keep it up with the cupping and pinching, I’m going to cup and pinch something of my own,” I warned.
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“I love it when you tease me, baby.” Sam extended his arm and I tucked my hand into his elbow. As we crossed the set toward Giovanni, Sam whispered in my ear, “Now darlin’, you need to keep your nips up,” he advised. “If you let them go flat, your dress will slip and it’ll ruin the look.”

“I can’t exactly control my nipples,” I said, wondering if men were capable of exerting some sort of influence over their mammary glands that women just couldn’t mimic.

“Don’t worry, darlin’, if they go down I’ll just come after you with an ice cube.” When my eyes widened at his threat, Sam laughed and gave me a gentle push toward the cyc wall. “Now, don’t you fret over a bit of ice. Just get over there and be beautiful.”

I tried glaring at Sam, but his infectious grin won me over. “You come after me with ice and I’ll retaliate in kind.”
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“I’ve no doubt you will, darlin’.”

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How did you decide on your story plot?
Once I had Sam and Britt, I needed to get them to meet. Since Sam’s a photographer, Britt became a part-time model. Now that they’d met, I had to figure out how to get them together.

How did you choose your characters names and location for your story?
Early in changing Teams Britt asks Sam why he moved to NYC from Iowa. Sam’s response is that New York is where everything happens, and he’s right! As for names, there’s a funny story behind Britt’s (it’s short for Britannica), and Sam just seemed like a Sam to me.

Do you have a favorite scene? Why?
Yes – when Britt tells Sam the story behind her name. They’re having a quiet few minutes together, and they’re just laughing and talking and being honest. That scene is when Britt really starts falling for Sam.

Do you have a character that you identify with? Who and why?
I identify somewhat with Britt, since she is an aspiring artist forced to work odd jobs until she starts selling her work, and I’m an author with a day job :)
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Mia Crawford is a prophet.
She can see angels. She also sees demons. Everywhere.
She knows the angels are preparing for war to get her fallen angel boyfriend, Michael, back.
A war that could take years.
Haunted by visions of Michael’s soul being tortured, Mia can’t rest until she knows he’s safe.
To save him, she must make an impossible journey through Hell. Her only guide is the one person she prayed she’d never see again.
 
Available April 13, 2016
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About the Author: 
A Canadian-born author, Lisa Voisin spent her childhood daydreaming and making up stories, but it was her love of reading and writing in her teens that drew her to Young Adult fiction.
Lisa is a technical writer, a meditation teacher, and the leader of the Lynn Valley Literary Society’s Young Writer’s Club, a writing group for teens. A self-proclaimed coffee lover, she can usually be found writing in a local café. When she's not writing, you'll find her meditating or hiking in the mountains.
Though she’s lived in several cities across Canada, she currently lives in Vancouver, B.C. with her fiancé and their two cats.
More about Lisa can be found on her web site: http://www.lisavoisin.com.
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