Two chapters in, I was all set to declare Liliana Hart the next Janet Evanovich. She lives in a big, rambling house in Texas with a couple of cats to keep her company. Liliana loves to cook, and is addicted to reading, Internet Boggle, kickboxing, and Bones. Her affiliations include Romance Writers of America and Mystery Writers of America. Since the failure of her first attempt, Liliana’s books have won awards such as: The Daphne Du Maurier, The Suzannah, The Linda Howard Award of Excellence, The Maggie, and many others. All of her books involve some kind of suspense (she just can't help herself), laughter, and a lot of steamy sex. She finally got the hang of things, and eventually learned that losing one’s virginity wasn’t all that romantic after all. She couldn’t imagine why people weren’t knocking down her door to read it, but she persevered and began writing a second book. The result was a 150,000 word thriller-a dazzling adventure-where the heroine was a thirty-year-old virgin assassin (Yes, you read that right). Liliana began reading romance novels with all her new found free time, and when she ran out of things to read, she decided to write her own novels. (Liliana’s Addison Holmes Mystery Series, about a small town teacher who gets into a whole lot of trouble, is somewhat autobiographical, but she won’t confess to which parts).
She molded America’s youth, busted kids for smoking pot in the restrooms, and broke up illicit affairs behind the stage on a regular basis. Liliana Hart spent five years teaching music in the public education system. Come check out my story and be thankful your life is relatively normal.
Not to mention the fact that I was now able to stick my nose into other people's business for a good cause, find a murderer, and pick up helpful tips from an incredibly attractive detective. Fortunately, I had a friend who felt sorry enough for me to give me a job doing some surveillance work at her detective agency. I was in a desperate situation and if the school board ever found out I'd been a stripper, even a bad stripper, I'd be jobless as well as fiance-less and homeless. After the initial shock of finding my first dead body, which included throwing back shots of Jack Daniels like it was water, I decided to take stock of my life. The truth is that I'm pretty much used to disasters following me around on a daily basis, but I could have gone without finding my principal dead in the parking lot of a seedy gentlemen's club. You might be under the assumption that my life went to the dogs when my fiance left me at the altar for the home economics teacher, or when I got notice that my apartment building was going to be condemned, or even when I was desperate enough to strip to my unmentionables to earn some extra cash. My name is Addison Holmes, and I teach history at James Madison High School in Whiskey Bayou, Georgia.
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