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Starting Over with Liz Flaherty - Re-Release of PIECES OF BLUE

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I'm thrilled to have my friend Liz Flaherty with me today. She's here to talk about the Re-Release of PIECES OF BLUE, book one in Colors, the Harper Loch Trilogy. Liz talks about the many aspects of starting over. I can certainly relate with re-releasing books and starting over since I released five books in 2025. I know it's not easy. Welcome Liz! Glad to have you!


Charming blue house set amidst autumn trees. Text reads: "Colors, the Harper Loch Trilogy; Pieces of Blue" by Liz Flaherty, USA Today Bestseller.

Starting Over


Thanks for having me here, Jana. As I said when I was here in 2024, “Doing my new-book swing around to other writers’ blogs to say Look at me! makes me think about friendship, and all the different types of it.” Life, with friends and with books, generally has a lot of starting over in it.


I suppose books are always about new beginnings, aren’t they? Right under the words Chapter One, stories begin where something changes. Pieces of Blue is no exception, starting with the words Trilby died.


But there’s more than one new beginning to this story of Maggie and Sam’s, because it was published first in 2024, and when things didn’t work out, it was unpublished.


Until now, when with the help of some friends, Pieces of Blue started over again. It has a new cover and was released in late February. In June and September, it will be followed by Books Two and Three in Colors, the Harper Loch Trilogy.


Yes, thank you very much, I am excited!


I hope you’ll enjoy Maggie’s story this time around, and that you’ll look forward to the rest of the series as well.

 

Blurb:


Life comes in shades of blue...

Self-imposed loner, Maggie North, has worked for bestselling author Trilby Winterroad her entire adult life, starting as simply his assistant and ending up as his ghost writer. Through ups and downs--including a divorce from an abusive husband--he has been the one person on whom she could always rely. So when Trilby dies suddenly, Maggie finds herself adrift, not sure what she’ll do or where she belongs in the world any longer. And the confusion continues when she discovers he’s not only left her his beloved dachshund, Chloe, but a house she knew nothing about, on a lake she’s never heard of.


It only takes one visit for Maggie to fall in love with both the house and the small lakeside community. The longer she’s there, the safer she feels and the more her life begins to expand...as do her feelings toward her friend and Trilby’s attorney, Sam Eldridge.


But is she really safe? Or are the glistening pieces of her new life about to shatter as an old danger returns?


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Excerpt:


The drive took me farther into the country than I’d ever been—at least that I could remember. While the temperature didn’t drop, the wind did increase, blowing snow from the roadsides across in front of me in gusty swirls of white. I was surprised that Gladys, the elegant voice of my GPS, didn’t sound either confused or disdainful even when it took me three tries to see the little green sign that indicated Harper Loch Road.


Canopied by naked February trees and lined with animal-tracked snowbanks, the road was one and a half lanes wide. I hoped it would be wider when there was no snow, but I wouldn’t bet on it. It was hilly, with serpentine curves that reminded me of a Chutes and Ladders game board minus the ladders. Gladys didn’t enlighten me as to how far it was to the lake itself, and two miles in, I was starting to wonder if it was all a bad joke.


Trilby had been the master of bad jokes.


A barnwood sign at the side of the road encouraged me to Keep Right! I inched over, flinching when the snowbank brushed the side of my car, my pride and joy. Chloe looked my way, wide eyed.


Apparently, it was a popular meeting spot on the road, because I met a pickup immediately, going at least twice as fast as I was. The driver waved cheerfully and missed me by what I was certain was the hair’s breadth Trilby used to insist was purple prose if used in a book. I would have waved back, but my hands, white knuckled, didn’t want to let go of the steering wheel.


“Trilby,” I said, “what in the hell were you thinking?”

 

Bio:


Woman in plaid pants sits in an armchair, holding a mug and reading. Warm orange room with photos and papers on walls, creating a cozy vibe.

Liz Flaherty has 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 most 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. You can reach her at lizkflaherty@gmail.com She’d love to hear from you.


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