Author Liz Flaherty
She wanted to shake the dust of central Indiana farm country and move to the city, get rich, wear designer clothes, and write books.
Well, she writes books.
Liz Flaherty lives five miles from where she grew up, only now she relishes the sights and sounds and scents of the fields around her, doesn’t care much about clothes, and thinks being rich would probably have been overrated anyway. She’s spent the past several years enjoying not working a day job, making terrible crafts, and writing stories in which the people aren’t young, brilliant, or even beautiful. She’s decided (and has to re-decide nearly every day) that the definition of success is having a good time. Along with her husband of lo, these many years, kids, grands, friends, and the occasional cat, she’s doing just that.
A little bit about Author Liz Flaherty…
I’ve written since I was nine, when my aunt let me “play” on her Royal portable typewriter. It never occurred to me notÂto write in the years since. I’ve been a newspaper stringer, a columnist, and a longtime blogger. And I’ve written books.
This is Author Liz Flaherty’s writing and publication journey in her own words…
Inspiration to start writing…
I think writing was meant for me to do. I can’t imagine ever being happy without it.
While I’ve written romance since my first books was published in 1999, I have gradually segued into women’s fiction. The stories still have love in them, and romance, but the woman’s journey is endlessly fascinating to me. I love writing about it.
Liz’s works…
My books are available in print and digital—and a few in audiobook—at most online booksellers. They can also be ordered by your local bookstore. They can be seen on my Amazon page.
A New Season, a trilogy about women starting over in small town Pennsylvania, are some of my latest releases. The Colors Trilogy, another series of three, will be released this year.
Life’s Too Short for White WallsBlurb
Still reeling from her divorce, Joss Murphy flees to Banjo Bend, Kentucky, where she’d been safe and happy as a child. The family farm is now a campground. Weary and discouraged, she talks owner Ezra McIntire into renting her a not-quite-ready cabin.
With PTSD keeping him company, Ez thrives on the seclusion of the campground. The redhead in Cabin Three adds suggestions to his improvement plans, urging color and vibrancy where there was none.
Neither is looking for love, yet the attraction they share is undeniable. Can the comfort of campfires, hayrides, and sweet kisses bring these two lost souls together?
One of Liz’s favourite scenes from Life’s Too Short for White Walls...
Ez walked Joss back to her cabin after they’d shared dessert and coffee. He wasn’t just using the manners his mother had taught him, he realized—he wanted to spend more time with his newest employee.
While he wasn’t prepared to enter into a relationship with any depth to it, it was nice to talk with someone about things other than the campground. He missed the college and his friends from there, but that part of his life still felt like a huge and throbbing bruise. His military career was more like a dream than the twenty years of learning and teaching and doing it had been.
It was as if—and the thought made him laugh out loud as he walked back to his house alone in the dimly lit night—he’d been born when he came to the shabby property on Banjo Creek. In a way, he supposed he had, but the wounds planted on his soul by the past were still waiting in the woods to go on the attack.
He wondered if Joss was right about happiness. He’d always thought it was out there somewhere, even if it had eluded him. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was something that had to be created.
The house was too quiet when he got back. He played his guitar for a while, emptied the dishwasher, and poured a couple of fingers of bourbon to help him sleep. He thought about Silas. It had been so long since they’d really talked. He didn’t think his brother had ever forgiven him for leaving the farm when their father needed him to stay. No matter how much money Ez sent home, it had never made up for the fact that he wasn’t there and had no intention of returning. He’d covered all the costs insurance hadn’t when Pop had had to go into a memory care nursing home, but Silas had been the one who’d visited almost every day.
Silas had always been the good son.
Were Joss’s sons that way? The good one and the bad one? He doubted it. He thought she was more like his mother had been. The old man had never left anyone in doubt about his preferences, but if Mom had had favorites, no one ever knew it.
He should call Silas, just to make sure he was all right, or at least text him. His brother hadn’t married again after he and Jackie got divorced, which was a surprise. Si was the marrying kind. Loyal and diligent. The good son in every way.
Ez realized he was making his brother sound like a German shepherd, and flinched inwardly. Once when they were arguing, Si had shouted that he wasn’tÂman’s best friend, using a few expletives in the process. Then he’d stomped out of the room, going off on his own to do the right thing because that was what he always did.
The phone vibrated at his elbow, and he picked it up, looking at the screen.
—U doing ok?—
He stared at the words for a moment. How strange was that? There wasn’t anything intuitive between him and his brother. They’d tolerated each other all the years they lived in the same house. It had been unfortunate that they’d both liked the same girl in high school, but when Jackie chose Si, Ez walked away with very little comment. They’d never wished each other harm—at least, Ez didn’t think they had. He didn’t think they’d given each other much thought at all.
And yet. There was that text, sent within minutes of…well, it was just weird, was all.
—Good U?—
—OK—
And that was it. The McIntire brothers’ conversational efforts were nothing if not succinct. He started to refresh his drink, but put down the bottle instead.
It had been a good day.
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That is an interesting excerpt. I like it! Nice spotlight on you and your book.
Thanks, Lucy!