Tuesday, December 18, 2012

WEDNESDAY WALKING TOUR--MY PERSONAL WINTER WONDERLAND...

 


Okay, so anyone who knows me, knows I love holiday decorating. So this is my pictorial tribute to Christmas--this is my personal winter wonderland! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

 
 
                               
                            
 
 
Remember the reason for the season!
 
 
 
God Bless, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!
 
 
My Christmas angels and I wish you holiday bliss,
Elizabeth Marx
                                                                                                             
 
                                                                                                        

Monday, December 10, 2012

IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD



 
 
This is where you can find me on Thursday 12-13-12. It might be my last sighting since the world's supposed to end on 12-21-12. Check out what Philabe, the most learned of vampires, has to say about the end of the world! Enter the awesome GIVEAWAY--including a signed copy of DESCENT OF BLOOD!!!

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Friday, November 16, 2012

LEGENDS OF FALL

 
 


As fall comes to a close next week with Thanksgiving, I started thinking of the mystique that encapsulates fall and nothing else seems to sum it up quite like this beautiful photo of the Rose Well House on Indiana University's campus.

The Rose Well House sits under a beautiful canopy of trees at the northeastern-edge of Dunn Woods. The beautiful little house covers the original cistern for Indiana University and was a gift from Theodore F. Rose in 1908. The building was constructed from remnants of the Old College Building and built in the shape of Beta Theta Pi pin. Tradition holds that a female student is not officially a co-ed until she has been kissed beneath its dome at midnight. I wonder how many young women enter the tiny space as girls and how many of them left as co-eds? The second legend surrounding this beautiful spot is that any couple who kisses in the Rose Well House at midnight on Valentine's Day will be together forever. It would make the perfect backdrop for a college romance, right?
Ever wonder how a book get's it's cover? The Rose Well House is a place that captured my attention on a visit to IU. When I was searching for images that captured the essence of CUTTERS VS JOCKS I found this wonderful photograph by Kagan Tuncay, who graciously allowed me to use it for the cover of my book.
 
 
 
CUTTERS VS JOCKS IS STILL FREE for all ereading devices!
 
 
HAPPY READING AND REVIEWING,
Elizabeth Marx

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

ON THE COUCH WITH AIDAN "BAND-AID" PALOWSKI


I’m Aidan Palowski, a.k.a. Band-Aid Palowski, former closing pitcher for the Chicago Cubs. Now I’m pretty much a stay at home dad, but I run my clubhouse like any great manager runs his team, with this one abiding policy, the players make the manager, it’s never the other way around. Here’s one of my newest rookies. 'Donut' Palowski
 
I asked Libby if Donut really needed a hat with pom poms on it? Libby said, "Every blonde needs her pom poms with her at all times." I still don't think Libby's accepted the fact that her daughter has blonde ringlets!

What was the scariest moment of your life?

Two moments were the scariest and both times were when I thought I’d lost Libby. The first time I did lose her and six years of what should have been our lives together. It wasn’t like I was pining away for her the whole time. I was too ticked at her for that. I guess, I thought if I had enough women I’d forget about her, but she was the itch, the one that I could never scratch out. She was always in my peripheral, like the ache of a memory of what my life was supposed to be. The second time, well, you can read about it, it’s too painful to talk about here, but it happens at the end of Binding Arbitration.

Do you play any sports?
If sports were a religion I’d be a cardinal or the pope. I’m a jock and even though I’m not on the field anymore everything’s a contest for me. Much to Libby’s chagrin, I keep mental stats on every game I play. And Libby can beat my pants off me in pool. I mean, she literally beat my pants off, think of Prince Harry’s recent debacle and you get the picture. The sad thing is I was trying to win. I’ve only ever lost a pool game to one person, her! I should have known the first time she whipped me at IU.
 
This loss to my athleticism is so infuriating that I even hired this big time pool shark to give me pointers, the first time Libby leaned over the table the guy looks at me and catches me checking out Libby.
He sighs in disgust. Picks up his coat, and the check of which the ink is hardly dry and points at my head with a pool stick. He says, “Ain’t no way you ever beating that girl at pool. All you thinking about is the horizontal surface.” He stands alongside Libby while she makes her shot and then leans over and examines a few places where the felt is pilling on my very expensive pool table.
“This ain’t the place for that kind of game.” He raises a wiry eyebrow in confrontation to me. “I mean, would you play baseball at Soldier Field?”
Libby shrugs her shoulder and pouts. “He would if I challenged him to a game of strip baseball.”
What can I say?  I might be a Big Ten All American but…. “Baseball isn’t my best sport.” I wink at Libby.
Libby snorts. “Neither is pool.”
All I can say in my defense it that she was wearing the above T-Shirt and later on I did confirm that she didn’t have a bra on!
If you could apologize to someone in your past, who would it be?
That would have to be Cass. Even though I know he’s forgiven me, I still regret the years of his life that I missed. Yes, I did think that Libby gave him up for adoption, but I should have had the guts to find him, to make sure he was alright. I missed his first words, and the day he walked, and the first time he smiled and that kid has the most beautiful toothless smile a six-year-old could have!
If I came to visit early in the morning would you impress me as being more like a chirpy bird or a grumpy bear?
Me? I’m a chirpy bird, the chirpiest bird you’ve ever heard sing. Libby is the grumpy bear, until I give her coffee or unless I…. Wait a second, are my kids going to read this? Duncan and Donut are really smart, but I have not prepared the whole birds and the bees talk yet.
Do you have a favorite quote, quip, or saying? What is it?
“In the great department store of life, baseball is in the toy department.”
 
It only took me thirty years to realize the truth of it.
 
Is there a piece of advice that you have received that has really stuck with you? If so, what was it?
I’ll tell you what I’ve learned—loss with its unlimited power to destroy—can be overcome with love. And love was the thing that bound Libby & me together. Our love was never arbitrary; it was contingent upon our souls’ discretion and once we found it, it wasn’t easily abandoned.
 I hope you’ll take a chance on me and Libby and read about our journey in Binding Arbitration, but just be prepared Libby can be a real pistol. I mentioned that to my agent Fletch one day, and he said, “Who are you kidding she’s an AK-47!”
Thanks for stopping by,
Band-Aid Palowsk
 

Monday, November 5, 2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BINDING ARBITRATION!!!

 
 
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THANKS, Elizabeth Marx
 
 
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Monday, October 29, 2012

SNEAK PEAK INTO THE RED VEIL SERIES

 
 

Descent of Blood, The Red Veil Series, The Prequel

Location: Cardiff Castle, Wales

When times are darkest, some vampires desire more than blood …
England, 1465. Mortal men clash in the War of the Roses for the English crown, while vampire warriors’ move undetected among their ranks, savoring the flow of blood that battlefields provide.

Vampire prince, Severian Pearce, fears the revelation of the immortal clans to humankind should King Henry fall from power. While in pursuit of Henry’s enemies, Severian comes to the aid of Meridian Neville, a human woman he craves—and not for the scent of her blood … Meridian is torn between honoring her father’s dying wish and her unexplainable yearning for Lord Severian. But as Severian and Meridian work together to protect a relic hunted by mortals and immortals alike, the red veil descends over them. This all-consuming attraction can drive immortals to the brink of madness. Will the existence of this powerful bond between a human and a vampire be enough to unite the immortal clans or is the red veil a scourge set on destroying any chance they might have of happiness?

 
Lord Severian Pearce, vampire prince
 
 
Philabe's secret Book of Descent
 
 
The reliquary entrusted to Meridian
 
 
Lady Meridian Neville
 
Ceasel, a nosferatu keen on having the reliquary and Meridian Neville.
 
 
 
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Happy reading and reviewing,
Elizabeth Marx
 
 
 
 

Sunday, October 21, 2012

DESCENT OF BLOOD & ASCENT OF BLOOD



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Descent of Blood, The Red Veil Series, The Prequel
When times are darkest, some vampires desire more than blood …
England, 1465. Mortal men clash in the War of the Roses for the English crown, while vampire warriors’ move undetected among their ranks, savoring the flow of blood that battlefields provide.
Vampire prince, Severian Pearce, fears the revelation of the immortal clans to humankind should King Henry fall from power. While in pursuit of Henry’s enemies, Severian comes to the aid of Meridian Neville, a human woman he craves—and not for the scent of her blood … Meridian is torn between honoring her father’s dying wish and her unexplainable yearning for Lord Severian. But as Severian and Meridian work together to protect a relic hunted by mortals and immortals alike, the red veil descends over them. This all-consuming attraction can drive immortals to the brink of madness. Will the existence of this powerful bond between a human and a vampire be enough to unite the immortal clans or is the red veil a scourge set on destroying any chance they might have of happiness?
 
When all hope is lost, one vampire will fight unto death for his forbidden love.
    
Ascent of Blood, The Red Veil Series, Book One
Sometimes, love is conceived in the mind of a man long before it is ever realized.
1990, Cardiff, Wales.  Vampire prince, Sebastian Pearce, has waited six-hundred years for the right human mate. His own beloved mother was a mortal capable of carrying immortal offspring. While vampires no longer require live donors for sustenance, Mother Nature has played a cruel trick on them … making breeders a rare commodity. As numbers in his Imperial House dwindle, Sebastian’s virgin bride eludes him, until he happens upon a young woman searching for information about a sacred vampire text, the Book of Descent. Sebastian’s desire for her is more potent than anything he’s felt for another woman, but Everleigh Marbut isn’t innocent. She’s an American with a mind of her own, and worst of all, she’s already carrying an immortal being. Sebastian and Everleigh are so intent on fighting their attraction to each other and the influence of the red veil that they don’t realize they’re being pulled into a battle pitting medieval myth against the power of modern science to recreate life.
                                                                          

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

AUTOGRAPHED COPY OF BINDING ARBITRATION



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Saturday, October 6, 2012

BINDING ARBITRATION--Blog Tour FINAL STOPS


Check out this very nice review & giveaway and then check out the final stops on the tour and enter to win!

http://myseryniti.wordpress.com/2012/10/06/book-review-binding-arbitration-by-elizabeth-marx/




  • Oct. 6th- My Seryniti (Review/Giveaway)
  • Oct. 7th- My Life. One Story at a Time (Review/Excerpt)
  • Oct. 8th- Melissa’s Eclectic Bookshelf (Guest Post)
  • Oct. 9th- Book Briefs (Excerpt/Giveaway)
  • Oct. 10th- The Bunny’s Review (Review/Giveaway)
  • Oct. 11th- Crazy Four Books (Review/Giveaway)
  • Oct. 12th- Simply Infatuated (Interview/Giveaway)
  • Oct. 13th- Amy’s Book World (Review/Giveaway)
  • Wednesday, October 3, 2012

    Tuesday, October 2, 2012



    The winners of The Girly Book Blog Hop are as follows:

    $25 iTunes GiftCard Kim Brass Brooks
    Autographed copy of Binding Arbitration Joy Flynn
    eBook copy of Binding Arbitration Booksie For Me & Allyson Brann

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    Thanks again to Libby Mercer for arranging the Blog Hop.
    Elizabeth Marx

    Tuesday, September 25, 2012

    THE GIRLY BOOK BLOG HOP!!!




    VICKI THE KICK-BUTT SIDE KICK!


    I’m supposed to tell you about myself, but isn’t a picture worth a thousand words. I’m a secondary character in BINDING ARBITRATION, but I’m Libby’s best friend and more of a sidekick. I call myself eccentric; you would call me weird. I’m a cross between an Egyptian goddess and a hippie, and you just never know which way the wind will blow my Clairol highlights. Ok, so, I was born in a VW van parked on a dirt road, outside a trailer park, in a small town in Southern Indiana. My parents were over-the-hill hippies, and they were too stoned to realize my mom, who was in her late forties, was pregnant with me. I was a real surprise. All my parent’s drugs and sexcapades made me a free spirit. I don’t sweat the small stuff. I appreciate every experience I’ve ever had. And I’m loyal to a fault.
     
    Evageline Lilly as Libby
    I met Libby, the heroine of BA, at Indiana University, and we became friends. Not to confuse you or anything, but I was not enrolled in college; I was a cutter. A cutter is what the preppy college kids call a townie. While I was traveling Live-a-Little-Lane all over campus, divine intervention sent me into Libby’s world to remind her there’s more to life than riding the Nose-to-the-Grindstone-Gravel-Road.
    Josh Duhamel as Aidan 'Band-Aid' Palowski
     
    I’m the one who encouraged her to get involved with Aidan ‘Band-Aid’ Palowski, the bad baseball boy. All I can say in my defense is that he had this smoking hot athletic body and I was confident that he had extensive training playing the field. I knew he knew his way around a boudoir as easily as he knew his way around the bases. Post-it note to self, give a dumb jock a condom before you send him to deflower your best friend! Unfortunately, their tryst lead to a complication that I felt just as responsible for as Libby did. So when she went to law school with a bun in the oven, I figured I better learn baking. I’m loyal remember. 
    
    Did I mention that I studied to become a voodoo priestess? Or that I was a 911 operator? A phone sex worker? Second Post-it note to self, if your best friend is not a lawyer do not attempt to operate a 911 call center and phone sex line at the same time in the basement of a police station. And if the mayor calls with an emergency, don’t accidently tell him relief is on the way if he’d just rub one out. Just saying.
    Cass
    I fell in love with Libby’s baby, Cass, the moment he crinkled up his forehead at me in examination. By the time he was three years old and put me in glitter handcuffs I was completely under his spell. When Libby finished law school and got a big time criminal defense gig, I became her legal assistant. I met Rick, the Fed X guy, at our office.  He had me at, “Can you sign for this package?” We have a baby girl named Betty Poop. What? I named her after Libby, Elizabeth’s her real name and I have a birth certificate with a doula’s signature on it to prove it. Betty Poop is all huff and bluff just like Libby, and she’s also full of crap like her aunty too!
    Life has had its heartache and pleasures for us, but there was one thorn that I had to surgically remove from Libby’s side: Vanessa Vanderhoff. She’s some sort of a Celebutante. In Chi-Town we call them slut-and-taunt. The only thing the two of us would ever have in common would be some grainy, gratuitous videos, but let’s not get into that here. Anyway, Vanessa Vanderbarbie was engaged to Band-Aid before he was pulled back into Libby’s world. When he broke it off, Vandy was having a hard time accepting that he belonged with Libby & Cass, so I did what any professionally trained Voodoo priestess would do. #1) I made a wax image of her Mercedes. #2) I put her graven image in the wax car (after I stuck two straight pins up her perfectly pristine nose, that three plastic surgeons had been paid enough money to feed a small village in Africa for a year to fix). #3) I melted the wheels off said wax car.
     
    Two days later, the real Vanessa Vanderbarbie was involved in a high speed chase across L.A., where she took out two sidewalk cafes, a garbage truck, and a sewer line. Raw sewage, the newest form of karma or cosmetic intervention, coated Vanderbarbie and her tireless convertible in do-do. Now Vandy’s in a holding cell in the L.A. county jail infirmary, where she’s donning an orange jump suit, undergoing treatment for a serious sinus infection, and having a mental break down due to hair extension removal.
    Do not mess with the voodoo power of Maman Voudoun a.k.a. Vicki Davis!


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    Through the corridors of the Windy City’s criminal courts, single mother Libby Tucker knows exactly how far she’ll go to save her cancer-stricken son’s life. The undefeated defense attorney is prepared to take her fight all the way to the majors.
    Circumstances force Libby to plead her case at the cleats of celebrity baseball player Banford Aidan Palowski, the man who discarded her at their college graduation. Libby has worked her backside bare for everything she’s attained, while Aidan has been indulged since he slid through the birth canal and landed in a pile of Gold Coast money. But helping Libby and living up to his biological duty could jeopardize the only thing the jock worships: his baseball career.
    If baseball imitates life, Aidan admits his appears to be silver-plated peanuts, until an unexpected confrontation with the most spectacular prize that’s ever poured from a caramel corn box blindsides him. When he learns about his son’s desperate need, it pricks open the wound he’s carried since he abandoned Libby and the child.
    All Libby wants is a little anonymous DNA, but Aidan has a magical umpire in his head who knows Libby’s a fateball right to the heart. When a six-year-old sage and a hippy priestess step onto the field, there’s more to settle between Libby and Aidan than heartache, redemption, and forgiveness.

    "Marx's romance is full of twists and turns, some expected, and some not, with an emotionally complex central conflict, lively (though at time infuriating) characters and a carefully drawn Chicago setting." ~Kirkus Reviews

    "...equal parts heart-tugging and steamy--strictly for romance enthusiasts." ~Kirkus Reviews

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     Or read the prequel CUTTERS VS JOCKS it's FREE!!!!
    
     
    On the idyllic campus of Indiana University, Little-Libby-Nobody runs into Band-Aid, All-American-Athlete, and fireworks explode. Libby and Aidan spiral into a collision course of love at first sight versus lust you can’t fight. As the game plays out and their affection grows, they soon realize that labels like cutters and jocks can’t keep them apart.
     
    But when Libby and Aidan find themselves in trouble they have to confront the reality of where they each fit in the others’ world. Libby believes superstar jocks don’t take cutters to Rose Well House, in the center of campus, at midnight and pledge their undying devotion beneath its sparkling dome. And Band-Aid imagines there’s no place for a pregnant, small-town waitress in his bull-pen or the major leagues. What happens when worthy opponents refuse to play their hearts out?
     
     
     
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    Monday, September 24, 2012

    WELCOME AUTUMN

     
     
    The morns are meeker than they were,
    The nuts are getting brown;
    The berry's cheek is plumper,
    The rose is out of town.
    The maple wears a gayer scarf,
    The field a scarlet gown.
    Lest I should be old fashioned,
    I'll put a trinket on.
    Emily Dickinson
     
     
    The first official weekend of fall has come and with it all the traditions that make the season, there was football and homecoming and a visit to the pumpkin patch and even a campfire with Smores.
     
     
    This is our truckload of pumpkins. I can't reveal how many we obtained, but we definitely got our monies worth in Wisconsin where they sell them by the truckload.
     
    Now what to do with these gourds of many colors...
    
    
     
     

                                                                            
     
    And so our fall landscape started to take shape.
     
     
     
    And this is our fall welcome, from our home to yours.
     
     
     
    
    And yes, we are home to a Wildcat or two, here's her homecoming picture she's the one in blue.
     
     
    May the abundant blessings of fall touch your family too!
    Elizabeth Marx