Moments of Beauty

Yesterday I posted about the beginning of college football season.  My USC Trojans had a few missteps, but they won their season opener. W. Michigan gave me some heart palpations. They had some serious talent.  The moment that will stay with my for a long time came late in the 4th quarter with about 3 minutes left to play.  USC had just scored a touchdown and was preparing to kick the extra point.  I was waiting for the usual when it was clear something unusual was happening.  Something profound and beautiful was happening.

I had no clue that a member of the USC football team was blind. His name is Jake Olson and he lost his sight when he was 12.  He played in high school and joined the Trojans roster in 2015.  Until yesterday, he’d only ever snapped the ball in practice.  In yesterday’s game he snapped the football for the extra point.  It was a fabulous snap and USC got the extra point, making the final score 49-31.

I watched Jake being led to the field, his hand on his teammates shoulder. I watched his teammates orient him to the line of scrimmage.  I watched that remarkable young man deliver a straight, strong snap. It brought me to tears.  It inspired me. It was a moment of true beauty.

Now I am going to go back to writing.  There’s this new character that’s asking for a spot on the college football team in my upcoming series.


Are You Ready for Some Football

It’s that time of year again.  College football season. As a fan of the USC Trojans, football season officially begins for me today with today’s game against W. Michigan.  When I was younger, I watched football because I was the only girl and my brothers and their friends wanted to watch.  If I didn’t want to be alone doing something else, I watched football.  Once my teen years hit, football became more fascinating because my brother’s teammates mostly ranged from cute to hot.  I still vividly remember the time my mom wanted me to run something into my brother after a game.  I waited patiently in the hall outside the locker room and one of his friends, the hot player I was totally crushing on at the time, walked from the showers to the locker room in nothing but a towel.  I’m still surprised I didn’t turn into a puddle right then and there.  He broke my heart  few months later, but that’s a totally different story…The Night of 1000 Tipsies.

As I got older, I started to appreciate the game for its own sake. My brother played college football and learning the sport from him was a way for us to build a relationship that had been rocky for a long time due to our competitive natures and our closeness in age.

Now, I love football, particularly college football.  I love it so much, my contemporary series, due out next year, revolves around the coaching staff for a college football team, but that’s a post for another day.

College football season in our house is PAC-12 all the way. My husband is a fan of that other LA college, which I consider a 4 letter word. We pretend to support each other’s teams when they aren’t playing each other. But that week in November is a flurry of meme’s and trash talk trying to out do each other in support of either the Trojans or the Bruins.

I’ll be glued to the television in a few hours freaking out my dogs, who do not understand why their mom is jumping off the couch and screaming like a maniac.  But I am a Trojan till the end. I’ve got to cheer for my team.  Who are you rooting for this season?

Second Chances

It’s been a contemplative week for me. August 14 is the anniversary of my mother’s passing. Right before her 75th birthday she was diagnosed with malignant brain tumors.  She put up a fight before complications got the better her and seven short months after her diagnosis we lost her. In some ways, I feel like I lost her before the day she slipped away.  As the disease progressed, it impacted her brain functions. Her ability to think and speak were compromised. That last words my mother ever said to me were unkind. I miss her all the time, but in those moments when I miss her the most, I wish for a do-over…a second chance to tell her everything I felt and to hear her say everything I knew she felt.

Sadly, life is often filled with moments we wish we could relive, things we wish we could take back, actions we wish we could undo.  I can’t change the past, but I can focus on the moments that reflect the truth of my relationship with my mother, not the reality of the disease that took her from us.

So this is one of the moments, I will focus on in those times when her loss rises up and becomes unbearable.  My beautiful mother and me on my wedding day, sharing the joyful day with nothing but love for each other.


Decades of Love Available Today!

Last July at the RWA National Convention in San Diego, I went to lunch with a group of friends from Las Vegas.  The fabulous BA McIntosh said “we should write and anthology.” Before lunch was over Decades of Love was on the way to becoming a reality. I am thrilled, excited, maybe a little nauseated, that this anthology, which was a labor of love for the Sin City Romance Writers is out today.

It’s romance, Vegas style, with stories set from the 1950s to the 2000s. My contribution is Miss Atomic Bomb,1953.  The last thing Lily and Jack expect to find at this crazy pageant is love. The pageant might be a bomb, but their love is explosive.

I hope you enjoy this journey through the decades. It’s the beginning of an exciting journey. I can’t wait to share more stories along the way.


I am thrilled to announce the release of my first novella in the Decades of Love Anthology.  It is available for pre-order now, and is set for release on February 28.  Please go to my website for more information.Elizabeth Spaur

I had a great time working on this anthology. It was born at lunch at #RWA16 when the incomparable BA McIntosh said “we should write an anthology.” Since the table was a mix of contemporary and historical writers who lived in Las Vegas we quickly decided it should be set in Las Vegas and I suggested we all take a decade.  The rest is history. I truly hope you love this anthology as much as we do.  There will be more from the Sin City Romance Writers in the future. You can learn more about the group at Sin City Romance Writers


Who Do You Want to Hang Out With?

My first post for the blog was about my first book boyfriend. Ahh, Beric Dane, how I loved him so. As much as I love my book boyfriends, I also love books that are full of secondary characters that make me want to visit the world again, and again.  They are the books that build a community filled with vividly painted families and friends who help the hero and heroine tell their story and entertain the reader along the way. Who hasn’t read Kristen Ashley and wished the could hang out at Fortnum’s and meet the rock chicks. If you’ve read Julia Quinn I bet you wished you could be friends with any one (likely all) of the Bridgertons. Thanks to Carrie Ann Ryan, I wish I could get my next tattoo at Montgomery Ink.  Because of Kathleen Brooks I want to go to Keeneston, Kentucky and hang out with…well everyone.  I think one of the hallmarks of a great romance isn’t just the joy a reader experiences when the hero and heroine get their happily ever after, it’s also leaving the reader with the feeling that they’ve made new friends in that wonderful world and they can’t wait to go back.  I could spend the rest of the day talking about the books that made me wish I could step between the pages and meet all the wonderful, funny, amazing characters inside and hang out with them for a little while.  Who would you visit if you could?