Wednesday, May 12, 2021

Guest blogger Lanny Poffo Leaping Lanny: Wrestling With Rhyme eBook: Poffo, Lanny: Kindle Store

Wrestling with Rhyme.
Have a glimpse into the poetic soul of "The Genius" of the World Wrestling Federation.


When the Hulkster hits the ring
That’s when it hits the fan
A nuclear explosion
From a modern Superman

There never is an empty seat
They line up in the rain
Not even Halley’s Comet
Could make the fans refrain

In the magic of the moment
When the action gets intense
Kids from 6 to 86
Are raptured with suspense

There has never been a hero
Of such magnitude before
He’s been the champ for three years now
And here’s to many more!

The Living Legend
Once upon a wrestling ring
But not so long ago
Mr. Bruno Sammartino
Was the only name to know

He stood up to Buddy Rogers
And then “nature boy” went down
Less than 60 seconds later
Sammartino wore the crown

He’s the real “Italian Stallion”
That’s a fact you can’t ignore
His career had more success
Than Rocky I, II, III, and IV

The Living Legend lives again
For every single fan
He’s on the microphone each week
Right next to Vince McMahon

Brutus the Barber

Just look at “Luscious Johnny V”
You know why he’s a flop?
His “Dream Team” has to pay their dues
At “Beefcake’s Barber Shop”

Monday, May 3, 2021

Stop by my Amazon author page

 Hi Everyone,

If you are looking for some new books to read stop by my Amazon author page. Lizzy Stevens: Books, Biography, Blog, Audiobooks, Kindle

Follow it while you are there to keep up with all my new releases.

Thanks! Have a great day!

Guest blogger KC Sprayberry


Erin has big dreams—she yearns to become a well-known photographer…

Stryker encourages her dreams while pursuing his own…

It all begins with his plane landing in the ocean near LAX. She’s there, watching for his plane to arrive. Together, they struggle to overcome the tragedy while making a new life in another state.

Monday, April 26, 2021

He who throws dirt loses ground


He who throws dirt loses ground

From the book “God’s Little Devotional Book”


R.G. LeTourneau, the outstanding Christian businessman for whom LeTourneau College was named, made a fortune with a company that manufactured large earthmoving equipment. He once remarked, “We used to make a scraper known as ‘Model G’. One day somebody asked our salesman what the G stood for. The man, who was pretty quick on the trigger, immediately replied, “I’ll tell you. The G stands for gossip because like a talebearer, this machine moves a lot of dirt and moves it fast.”


The trouble with gossip is not so much that it is spoken as an intentional lie, but that it is heard as the absolute truth. Abraham Lincoln had a favorite riddle he used to pose to people: “If a man were to call the tail of a dog a leg, how many legs would the dog have?”

The usual reply was, “five.”


“Wrong,” Lincoln would say with a wry smile. “The dog still has four legs. Call the tail a leg doesn’t make it one.”


Just because a tale may be repeated many times by a so-called reliable source, that doesn’t necessarily make it true.


Build people up by leaving the dirt where it belongs.


Wherefore putting away lying, speak every man truth with his neighbour: For we are members one of another.

Ephesians 4:25

Monday, April 12, 2021

Guest Blogger Tower Lowe


Mystery. Suspense. Empowered women. Tower Lowe (aka Donna Pecherer) tells stories set in Santa Fe, New Mexico and Homeville, Virginia. Her mysteries empower characters with mental health challenges and non-ableist characters from all walks of life. She lives in Santa Fe with her husband and their cat, Rusty.


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If anything happens to me…

That phrase from Gloria’s email haunts Molly as she bounces around half-conscious in a dark space. Later, she opens her eyes in a small house with all the windows bricked shut and the door boarded from the outside. Her kidnapper has taken her keys, her cell phone, and her purse. Molly scrambles through the house, looking for any sign of life, any hope of escape, but the house is abandoned and she sees no way out.

The kidnapping of former fraud investigator Molly Donovan follows Gloria’s murder, an event witnessed by Molly and PI Miguel Alvarez. Gloria’s mysterious email throws the two investigators together in a frantic search for the perp. A stranger traps Molly inside the abandoned house while an old friend sucks Miguel into his troubled past. Molly trusts Miguel until a series of notes incriminates him and leaves Molly on her own to investigate a sex cult, missing money, and jaded love.

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

Guest Blogger: Mameve Medwed


Minus Me by Mameve Medwed

Alcove Press



Mameve Medwed is the author of six novels—Mail, Host Family, The End of an Error, How Elizabeth Barrett Browning Saved My Life (2007 Massachusetts Book Award Honors in Fiction), Of Men and Their Mothers, and Minus Me (coming January 2021). Her short stories, essays, and book reviews have appeared in, among others, The New York Times, Gourmet, Yankee, Redbook, Playgirl, The Boston Globe, Ascent, The Missouri Review, Confrontation, The Readerville Journal, Newsday, and The Washington Post. She has taught fiction writing for many years at The Cambridge Center for Adult Education, has been a mentor in the writing program at Lesley University, read papers for the English Department at Simmons College, and has taken part in writing festivals across the country, serving on panels and teaching seminars. She has been interviewed on Maine Public Radio, The Voice of America and other radio and TV programs and has been profiled in many newspapers.


Born in Bangor, Maine, where she is considered Bangor’s other writer (Stephen King holds the title!), she resides in Cambridge.



Her life turned upside down by a grim diagnosis, a small-town Maine woman sets about writing a "How To" life manual for her handsome yet hapless husband in a novel Elinor Lipman (Good Riddance, On Turpentine Lane) calls "smart, funny-quirky, and so very satisfying."

Annie and her devoted but comically incompetent childhood sweetheart Sam are the owners and operators of Annie's, a gourmet sandwich shop, home to the legendary Paul Bunyan Special Sandwich--their "nutritionally challenged continual source of income and marital harmony and local fame."

But into their mostly charmed marriage comes the scary medical diagnosis for Annie--and the overwhelming challenge of finding a way to help Sam go on without her. Annie decides to leave Sam step-by-step instructions for a future without her, and considers her own replacement in his heart and their bed. Her best-laid plans grind to a halt with the unexpected appearance of Ursula, Annie's Manhattan diva of a mother, who brings her own brand of chaos and disruption into their lives.

Minus Me is a poignant and hilarious novel about the bonds of marriage, the burdens of maternal love, and the courage to face mortality, "with an ending readers will cherish (Caroline Leavitt, Pictures of You)."

"Medwed's lovely novel of marriage, motherhood, love and loss is so real that at times it feels like non-fiction. It's a timely reminder that in the worst of times, we sometimes rediscover the very best of ourselves." --Jodi Picoult, New York Times bestselling author of A Spark of Light





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Friday, January 8, 2021

Guest blogger Judi Getch Brodman

In “Til Death Do We Part”, Judi Getch Brodman knits together a young woman, a murder, an unanticipated love, abduction, and the twists and turns that her readers have come to expect.The flaming red haired tomboy on the swing with the big smile returns years later to a quiet snow covered village in Maine where she hopes for nothing more than a final Christmas in the old family vacation home. Yet somehow Elle Harrington, now a forensic consultant, becomes obsessed with solving the 1800’s murder of a woman found buried under the old oak tree outside the house when she was a child. But how does she piece together long forgotten history and hearsay, a forbidden love affair, and the contents of a locket that she found wrapped around the woman’s bones? And enter another complication – a handsome Boston architect who causes Elle to reassess her life while putting her in danger.

Sunday, January 3, 2021

An Unexpected Christmas -- Free Story

 This is a story I wrote for a contest. I didn't win the contest but I did get a really nice comment about the story. So that made the day!

The writing prompt:

Write about someone who gets proposed to five times on Christmas Eve.


18:43 Jan 01, 2021

The story gave me a chuckle and I was glad to see the turn the story took at the end, even if I wasn’t expecting it.

An Unexpected Christmas

Written by

Lizzy Stevens & Steve Miller

It was Christmas Eve and the house was full of friends and family. It was her parents’ annual Christmas Eve party where everyone expected to see a smile on Amber’s face. She sat on the window bench looking out across the yard. The weeping willows that lined the long driveway to her parents’ house had ice twinkling in the branches and the tops looked like they had glass on them with all the ice. She wiped a tear trickling down her face. “How am I supposed to pretend to be happy?” Amber heard a noise and looked over to see who had walked in. A smile crossed her face as she saw her brother walk in.

           “I think the answer to your question sis is that you don’t pretend to be happy you actually be happy for one night.”

           Amber shook her head as the waterworks fell from her eyes. “Tommy you know I can’t be happy. Riley has been deployed for months and now there hasn’t been word from him in over a week. I’m scared. I don’t know what’s going on. How am I supposed to plaster a fake smile on and pretend I’m fine?”

           Tommy nodded and then tossed her a box of chocolate covered cherries. “For starters you eat as many of these as you want. Don’t worry. They are the special Christmas ones. There are no calories in them. You can eat as many as you want.”

           Amber laughed. “You are crazy. If I eat this whole box, I will not only feel like crap but I will have gained a hundred pounds.” Laughing she got up, walked over to her brother, and gave him a big hug.

           Tommy gave her a squeeze and said, “Okay we have got to go. You know how mom and dad are. If we are not down there greeting their guests, they will say we are making them look bad. So, put on that fake smile.” He said with a grin. “And let’s get our butts down there.”

           Amber got up and walked toward the door in her red velvet and white antique lace Christmas dress. She knew she had to go all out or her parents would be disappointed. She had her long flowing blond hair left down except for the sides were pulled up into a nice pony tail. She even took the time to run the curling iron through it to give it a little body. She walked down the long winding stair case with her brother right behind. When they go to the bottom she turned to Tommy. “Okay let’s do this.” She smiled.

           Amber walked around the room hoping nobody would ask her about Riley. She knew if they did, she wouldn’t be able to stop the water works. She walked around wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.  When she felt like her parents would be happy with her show of affection to the crowd, she walked over to the bar to get a drink. As she was putting ice in her cup for her rum and coke a man came over to her that she didn’t recognize. She smiled and said “Merry Christmas.”

           The man said. “Merry Christmas to you too. I’m Mike. I wanted to ask you if you would marry me.”

           Amber had just taken a drink. She was caught off guard and it went down the wrong way. She started coughing and spitting her drink out. She looked around quickly to see if anyone saw. Then she looked up at the stranger still confused. “I’m sorry. What?” She asked.

           The stranger named Mike said with a serious face. “Yes, I wanted to ask you if you would marry me.”

           Amber didn’t know if she should be scared or laugh at this. She looked at the man and said, “I’m sorry but no. I don’t even know you. I’m really confused at why you would ask me this so I really think it is best if you leave or I will need to get security.” She watched as the guy turned and left.

Amber looked around the room and found Tommy standing against the wall. She hurried to him. “Tommy. You are not going to believe what just happened to me.” She told him all about the guy.

Tommy laughed. “Maybe you just misunderstood him. It’s loud in here. Maybe he just said Merry Christmas.”

Amber shook her head. “No! He said it twice. I told him if he didn’t leave, I would call security.”

Tommy laughed. “Okay sis. It’s a crazy night, I guess. Why don’t you go and try to have a little fun? Just ignore what happened.

Amber did one of her famous fake smiles and nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. He probably just had too much to drink. I’m going to go mingle.”

She walked off and made her rounds around the room. She wanted to do her part for the annual party. She did not want to hear her parents complaining the whole next day. Her parents were what people would call old money. Money was in their family for as long as Amber knew. It was passed down from generation to generation and they owned several businesses in the town. People respected them and looked up to them. Amber had to do her part and put on the happy act for the party.

She was standing in the corner talking to a couple of the local ladies when a man walked up to her.

“Excuse me Ms. Amber can I have a word with you?”

Amber didn’t recognize this man but knew she had to do her job as she called it. Her job of keeping all the guests happy. “Of course. Let’s go over here.” She pointed to the wall across from them that appeared to have nobody leaning on it.

Amber looked up at the man. “How can I help you?”

The man looked right into her eyes. “I know we have never met. My name is Richard. I wanted to ask you if you would marry me.”

Amber thought to herself. ‘What is going on tonight? Do I have a sign pinned to my back?’ “I’m sorry. What?

           “I’m sorry to catch you off guard, but I think it would be a good idea if we married.”

           Amber didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry but no. I don’t even know you. I have a boyfriend. I think it would be best if you left.”

           The man turned and walked away without another word.

           Amber stood there with her head spinning. What is going on? She saw Tommy standing close by so she hurried to him. “Tommy what is going on tonight? Do I have some kind of sign on my back that says ask me to marry you?”

           Tommy tried not to laugh. “What are you talking about now sis. That guy left.”

           “No! It was another guy. Another stranger. He just walked up and asked me to marry him. This night is getting really weird.”

           Tommy chuckled. “Sis lay off the rum and coke.” He turned and walked away laughing the whole time.

           Amber stood there not really knowing what to do. It had been the craziest night ever and she still had a few hours yet to go. She looked over at the buffet line and thought it would be a good time to get some food. Her parents always catered the best food in. She walked over and got a plate and started down the line. She filled her plate with fried chicken, mashed potatoes, mac n cheese and a few desserts as she walked off to find a quiet private place in the corner to eat. She was just about done with her food when a man in jeans and a t shirt walked up. She looked up at him and did the usual. “Merry Christmas. Are you enjoying the party?”

           The man smiled. “Oh sorry. Where are my manners? My name is Mathew. I just wanted to say you look great and you are doing a perfect job hosting this party so with that being said will you marry me?”

           Amber about fell out of her chair. “I’m sorry. What?” She said. It seemed like she was saying that a lot during the party for some reason.

           Mathew nodded. “Yeah. For Christmas I thought it would be a good idea to get married and you look like a good choice. So, what do you say?”

           Amber stood up almost angry now. “I say no. I think you need to leave.”

Mathew got up and walked away without a word.

           Amber looked around the room to find Tommy. Again, she found him close. She had steam coming from her ears by this point. She walked up to him angrily. “What is going on? That was the third guy that I have never met ask me to marry him. Seriously dude. What is going on?”

           Tommy laughed uncontrollably. “Hold on now. Why are you asking me what is going on? I don’t know. Maybe it’s the dress you picked to wear tonight. It is a pretty eye-catching dress and we are serving alcohol. I would say take a deep breath. Get you a nice cold soda and do some rounds. The night is almost over. Don’t pay these drunks any attention. None of us know any of these people really. It’s mom and dad’s gang of people. You know how these parties go. Try to not be so angry and sad. Just go around and do your party job. I’ll go right you go left.”

           She couldn’t help but smile at how Tommy always made things better. She walked off to do a few final rounds. The night was almost over. She did the usual Merry Christmas and smiles to the guests as she walked around the room. Then she decided to walk over and get a couple of cookies. As she was at the cookie table, she saw a guy looking at her oddly. It creeped her out a little after the night she had gone through.  She continued to put a couple cookies on her plate and then went to walk off. Before she could get away the guy stopped her.

           “Excuse me Amber. Can I ask you something?”

           Amber at this point didn’t know what else she could say so she said yes. “Sure. Go ahead.”

           The man straightened his shirt. “Great. First let me say that my name is Fred. I wanted to know if you would consider marrying me?”

           Amber almost cried now. She didn’t know what was going on. “I don’t even know you. What is going on tonight. Is somebody playing some kind of prank on me? Well, it’s not funny. No, I won’t marry you. Please leave.”

           She sat her plate down and ran to the rose garden. She sat on a bench and the tears started pouring out of her eyes. She didn’t know what was going on but it had been a long crazy night. She heard a noise and looked up the walk to see Tommy walking toward her with a small blue throw.

           He walked up and put it around her. “I’m so sorry sis.”

           Amber confused. “Sorry for what?”

           “This night.” He said. “We thought it would be funny. We shouldn’t have had those men do that. They were just paid actors. Mom and dad don’t know anything about this.”

           Amber didn’t know if she should be mad at her brother or happy that she finally found out what was going on. He had been pranking her. She wiped a tear from her eyes. “Tommy. How could you? You knew this night was going to be hard on me.”

           Tommy nodded. “I know and we really are sorry. We thought it would make you smile.”

           Amber looked at him with a confused look on her face. “Why do you keep saying we. Who did this with you?”

           At that very moment music started to play. Playing the most romantic song she had heard. Then a little girl started walking down the path to her tossing rose petals out of a basket as she walked.

           Amber looked over at Tommy. “What is going on?”

           Tommy pointed toward the path. “Look. See for yourself.”

           Amber got up and looked in disbelief at the path. There walking toward her was Riley. She glanced at Tommy. “How is this possible? And you knew? Instead of telling me you two pranked me.” She was so happy to see Riley that she wasn’t really mad. She ran to him, jumped up in his arms, and kissed him.

           “I can’t believe you are here.” She said. “This is the best Christmas present ever.”

           Riley was in full dress uninform he took off his hat and looked down at her. “I’m glad you like it.” He laughed. “But me being here isn’t the only present. He pulled out a small black ring box from his pocket and got down on one knew. “Amber. I’m sorry we pranked you with all the fake proposals but this one is real. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me.”

           Tears flowed down her face. She couldn’t believe it. “Oh my God, Riley. Yes. Of course, Yes.” She threw her arms around him. He in turn wrapped his arms around her.

           Snow started to fall heavily. It was starting to look a lot like Christmas. What started out being the worst night of her life ended up being an unexpected Christmas. It was the best Christmas she had ever had.

Thursday, December 10, 2020

4 Stars from Readers Favorite for The Long Road To Love

4 Stars from Readers Favorite

Reviewed By:
Susan Sewell
Review Rating:
4 Stars

Reviewed By:

Susan Sewell

Review Rating:

4 Stars

Reviewed By Susan Sewell for Readers’ Favorite

Twenty-five-year-old Jack is under pressure by his newly married friend and his mother to find a mate, get married, and have children, leading him to go on a string of bad dates in the amusing short story, The Long Road to Love by Steve Miller and Lizzy Stevens. Having close relationships with his mother and his childhood friend Jade, Jack is content with his life. However, his happily married friend Denny is determined to see Jack in a romantic relationship and therefore keeps setting him up on blind dates. Each date is worse than the one before, and periodically Jack needs Jade to come and rescue him. In one such debacle, his date relates to them as a married couple moments after meeting. Jade answers his SOS text, delivering Jack from yet another disastrous date. How many more dating fiascoes must Jack endure before Denny lets him off the hook or he finds an acceptable companion? In the meantime, will Jade always be there to support him?

Centered around a single man's dating woes, the entertaining short story, The Long Road to Love by Steve Miller and Lizzy Stevens, is an enjoyable depiction of a man's journey from friendship to love. Containing a clean and witty plot with relatable characters, it is a humorous analogy with just a hint of romance that hits the spot. Jack, Jade, and his mother's characters are engaging and droll, and I thoroughly enjoyed their relationships, perceptions, and sense of humor. Realistically capturing the pressures and hazards that go hand in hand in the search for a compatible mate, it is an amusing story that will delight those who appreciate the ups and downs of the dating world.

Friday, October 30, 2020

Contest Time!

 It's Contest Time!

Simple and easy to enter!

Simply follow me on Twitter or Tweet out the message then you are entered to win. One winner will win a gift box with an autographed book and other prizes. 

Good Luck!

Free from October 3oth - November 3rd


Samantha wasn’t expecting what she got for Christmas this year. Her doorbell rang and there sitting on her porch was a baby in a basket. This changes her life for the good. But then something happens. The baby’s father comes for his child. How can Samantha convince him that she is the best thing for the child?

Bethany’s life is turned upside down when she lost the love of her life Tyson on Christmas. A year goes by when she is suddenly offered a chance to undo the past by Fate dressed up as Santa. Is this for real? Can she really make a wish on a star and get her beloved back or is somebody playing a mean trick on her?

A year had passed since Eve lost the love of her life, Dillon, in a car accident. Strange thing started to happen. The radio started playing one of Dillon’s favorite songs and nothing would make it stop. When she got out of the hot shower words would form on the fogged-up mirror. What was happening? Who was doing this? Could it really be Dillon trying to tell her something?

Short story ~ Quick read

Thursday, October 15, 2020

Guest Blogger Jacqueline T. Moore

Susan Taylor, almost single mother of two little ones, takes the advice of Mickey Mouse, the Grinch who kicked her out of church choir, and a giant house plant named Grindle to save Christmas. Susan doesn’t dare tell her wide-eyed children that she can’t afford even the smallest tree for Santa. December TV fills the evenings with Frosty, Charlie Brown, and Disney’s ‘Fantasia’. Those marching brooms, the church’s discarded greenery, and Susan’s ingenuity rescue the day. Too bad Grindle the Christmas Dog Bush gets all the credit.

Thursday, September 10, 2020

Guest Blogger Alyne Bailey

When did you first think about writing and what prompted you to submit your first manuscript?

I dabbled with writing a romance novel for years, but I never got past the first chapters. I signed up for the Master Class – James Patterson Teaches Writing on a dare from my husband. It was just what I needed. I don’t know why I had never considered starting from an outline for all of those years. I already used outlines for the classes I taught. I even had an outline for my camping equipment. Took me a month to create and refine that first outline, and then 4 months to write the first book. Once it was revised a couple of times, I submitted it to an author friend who suggested that I really needed to submit it to Solstice Publishing. She was right!

How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing?

Friends who have read the first two books keep telling me that they hear my voice as they read. When I taught, I used a lot of real-life business experiences to highlight the concepts presented. I do some of that in my writing as well. Having been both single and married more than once over my seventy-three years of life has given me lots of stories that are fun to share.

Where do your ideas come from?

I learned to ride a motorcycle at age 55, which seemed like a good place to start for that first book – Red Helmet on a Motorcycle. It took me a long time to decide on just the right bike, and yes, my helmet was red.

For book # 2 – Red Hard Hat in Construction, I had owned a mortgage company years ago and worked with a number of construction companies. It was easy to see the scenes and the people in my head including a memorable crew foreman, a very flirty owner, and shirtless young men on a hot summer day. I never seriously wanted to kill an ex-husband, but really thought it might be appropriate for a friend’s abusive husband. She was able to convince him to change his ways.

Please tell us about your latest book.

My work in progress is book # 3 in the Red Hats in Love – Red Baseball Hat in a Forest Fire. I made my granddaughters wear red baseball hats in airports so I could spot them which lead to the first part of the title. Although I am no longer living through forest fires, we had close contact with them more than I would like before my move to Texas. Now my former students think I might be a witch (I’m sure that is the correct word) as they are dealing with even more aggressive forest and range fires.

Where do you see yourself in five years?

In five years, I will hopefully still be alive and writing. Grandma Moses didn’t get serious about painting until she was 78, so I can’t really consider myself a late bloomer, but close. I’m having so much fun with the characters I create, I really don’t have any plans to stop. I have outlines for at least three more books with the concepts for a few more floating in my brain.

If you weren't writing, what would you be doing?

I’m a retired college instructor, so I’d really need something more to occupy me if I weren’t writing. The restoration on our old house took the first five years of my retirement, but it is almost completed. Once the Covid – stay at home has passed, we hope to pack the 2 cats, fat old dog and the energetic puppy into our 19-foot camper van, and hit the road to visit friends and family. I just couldn’t imagine spending more that two months on the road with that herd. That means writing will stay my focus.