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.


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.


Happy New Year!

Well, it’s been awhile since I posted. 2016 didn’t quite go as expected for many of us and I’m afraid my personal challenges got the better of me. As I sit here and get ready to ring in 2017 with my amazing husband and wonderful felines and canines, I am focusing on the blessings of 2016 and not the challenges.  2017 will be a big year for me professionally. I will achieve the, almost, life long dream of being a published writer. On February 28, 2017 Sin City Romance Writers will be releasing an Anthology of romances set in Las Vegas titled Decades of Love. My story, Miss Atomic Bomb 1953 will be in it. I am so excited I can’t find the words to express it. For a writer, that’s says it all. I plan to follow that release with additional novellas and the first two books in my contemporary series, Gridiron Knights. 2017 promises to be a busy year and I hope a successful one.

I wish everyone a happy, healthy and successful 2017. May the worst days of 2017 be better than the best days of 2016.

Do You Remember Your First Book Boyfriend?

The Judas Kiss

This was the very first romance novel I ever read. His name was Beric Dane and he was a commercial pilot. He fell in love with a stewardess named Lyn Maxwell. One day customs found heroine in Lyn’s bags, and she was sent to prison for 3 years. He believed she was guilty, and tried to move on with his life. She thought he framed her, and vowed revenge.  Boy did she get it!

Like most first loves, today, a decade or two (or more) after we parted, I view Beric through the rosy lens of sentiment.  For awhile, no one could compare to him. Sure, there have been others since Beric. But he will always be my first. The first hero that jumped off the page and made me want to be the woman he wanted to be with forever.

I have lost count of the book boyfriends I have found since I read Beric and Lyn’s story. Some I have, admittedly, loved more than Beric. But, Beric Dane will always be my very first book boyfriend, and because he was, he will always have a special place in this reader’s heart.

So, do you remember your fist book boyfriend?


I am Elizabeth Spaur. Some days I am a romance reader and author. On other days, I am a romance author and reader. I have been an avid reader since I was six years old.

When I was six, I thought I would not be allowed to start first grade if I didn’t know how to read. So, the summer before I started first grade I sat down in the bean bag chair in our play room with The Bunny Book. I sounded out each word. When I got to a word I couldn’t understand, I would find my mother and father to help me with it. Once I figured out the new word, I would go back to my play room, and start The Bunny Book from the beginning.

Needless to say, I was not happy when I was confronted with “Fun With Dick and Jane.” Mrs. Hudson figured out fairly quickly that I was already reading beyond the “Dick and Jane” level. At recess, she took me to the library, which overlooked the best sledding hill in the area, and told me I could pick out books to read to myself while my classmates were learning to read. I always had a book with me after that.

When I was 12, my cousin was visiting and introduced me to Harlequin Romances. I was hooked. After that, the book I always had with me was almost always a romance.

This blog is for book lovers like me. I feel like there are plenty of wonderful sites out there reviewing the latest books. I want to talk about new books and old favorites. I want to know which family you would rather be in, who’s your favorite book boyfriend, what heroine would you want to be best friends with. So, I am going to be talking about all kinds of romance books, old and new, and I can’t wait to hear about your favorites, too!