TRI DESTINY AND MY BOOK ADDICTION AND MORE PRESENTS…..
“BREWING UP SOME PASSION”AUTHOR OF “THE REALTORS” !!
*WARNING: Content may be offensive to some readers,if under 18 please exit now*
MEET LIZ CROWE!!
Microbrewery owner, multi-published author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz brings years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse PLUS making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry) to her life as erotic romance author. When she isn’t sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications.
Otherwise, look for her doing pounds of laundry for her athletic children, watching La Liga on the Fox Soccer Channel, or trying to figure out what to order in for dinner. Liz loves her Foo Fighters Pandora station, and watching reruns of Deadwood, when there isn’t any decent sports on the telly (like during “golf season”). Her beer blog a2beerwench.com is nationally recognized for its insider yet outsider views on the craft beer industry. Her books are set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch and in high powered real estate offices. Don’t ask her for anything “like” a Budweiser or risk painful injury. She is a long-time proponent of the Bikram Yoga practice. And holds an honorary spot in the “back left corner” of the Bikram Yoga Ann Arbor practice room at 6 a.m. three times a week. (It’s the coolest spot in the 105 degree/50% humidity plus room, trust her.)
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A Day in the Life of The Realtors
A “behind the scenes” moment
Early one Tuesday Morning….
Sara trudged up the flight of steps behind Jack. “God seriously Jack, it’s five thirty in the morning. Who gets up to exercise at this hour? Christ.” The closer to the top of the steps she got the more her nose wrinkled at the onslaught of a sudden, truly foul odor. “Good God, what is that stench?”
Ignoring her, Jack sprinted to the top of the steps and held open the door to a hallway, patting her ass as she passed through it. Within seconds she’d turned and headed back down the stairs. “No. No way. That place smells like the inside of Blake’s soccer bag. Disgusting. I’m going to have coffee like a reasonable human being.” Jack laughed and grabbed her arm, tugging her into his strong embrace.
She took deep breaths of him, letting the familiar odors of leather, sex, and the leftover citrusy aura of his cologne suffuse her senses and cover the horrific smell of the Bikram yoga studio. “I’m not going. You can’t make me. I’ll puke or something and embarrass you.”
He tilted her chin up, pinning her with that sapphire blue stare that always brought her to her knees. “Don’t be a p***y Sara.” She jerked out of his arms.
“Don’t be an a** Jack. Is that a challenge?” She crossed her arms, the too-early morning fog clearing from her brain a little.
“Why yes, my little morning desert blossom, it is.” He indicated the open hallway. “After you, my love.”
She held her nose and walked in, noting the various nearly naked bodies arrayed around the lobby, chatting and laughing entirely too vigorously for such an unnatural hour. He got her signed in, and held open yet another door. The intense heat hit her like a velvet covered baseball bat, making her take a step back, already making excuses.
“Oh hell no you stubborn woman.” He took her elbow and guided her into the room that smelled like dirty feet and armpits, covered in baby vomit. She tried not to gag as she spread out her mat and towel.
“So how long does this last?” She asked in a not too quiet whisper. “I have to put my face even closer to this disgusting carpet?”
“Shhhh…” an angry, obviously starving woman gave her an eye-bulging glare. Sara shot Jack a look. He shrugged and lay down, feet facing the back of the room, ignoring her. Sara mirrored him. Fine. Whatever. Gotta be Zen or something.
Probably be hard to stay awake anyways. But the bright lights switched on within seconds and no soft music played. Just an instructor, and a room full of people dressed in as little as possible. And the ungodly heat. And the humidity. And the smell.
After the first three “postures” Sara could hardly breathe. When the instructor said: “Okay, warm up is over…now let’s get to it,” she nearly threw up. She kept sneaking glances at her fiancé who seemed to have gone into some kind of freakish yoga “zone.” Sighing, she tried to follow, frustrated and exhilarated at the same time. After an hour, her body started to shut down but her brain kept firing on extra cylinders. This was incredible. Like crack cocaine only good for you. But it still stunk to high heaven.
Sweat ran off her body in rivers. She had to skip half of the floor series or risk death by asphyxiation and nausea. But as she lay in “Savasana” or “dead body pose” (pretty bloody aptly named, Sara mused as she tried not to die) she discovered something about herself. That the natural competitor in her would not let him win at this. She’d come back tomorrow. And the next day too. Because the subtle changes she felt in her bones and muscles, already strong from years of running, were making her brain buzz with energy.
The bastard was right. Bikram Yoga was “yoga for type A personalities” for sure and she was hooked. She hated it when he was right.
The trip home was quiet, punctuated only by the sounds of them gulping water and breathing heavy. And the sex later? Beyond extraordinary. Which was saying something, considering their history.
“Yeah, I’ll be going back,” Sara whispered later, as she stretched out over his strong lean body, letting sleep take her for a few moments before hitting her busy day.
“Told you so,” he mumbled, holding her close and kissing the top of her head.
Liz’s URL: http://www.lizcrowe.com
Liz’s Blog: http://www.brewingpassion.com
Publisher’s Link (for autographed copies): http://www.sizzlinbooks.com
Thank you Liz for visiting with us and our readers today!
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Sweat Equity (just won Book of the Month from Sizzling Hot Reviews):
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The Realtors: Life in the House Lane
Love is an easy word to use, a hard one to demonstrate, and sometimes impossible to trust.
The Realtors is a sweeping epic, encompassing over ten years in the lives of two people who know how to love with their bodies, how to please and get pleasure, to control and be controlled. When it comes to the deeper meaning of the one word they both need however, their strong personalities get in the way. While their physical connection sizzles they continue to disappoint one another emotionally.
Jack Gordon has it all–money, success, a string of women—but sustains a deep longing for something more. When he thinks he finds it with Sara Jane Thornton, his world is never the same again. Sara releases his natural Dom, a side of him he’d thought buried out of frustration and unhappiness. Sara learns a true submissive must trust implicitly, something she cannot associate with him, no matter how many times she tries, and he fails.
With a rich cast of secondary characters, including a young man who presents a near-perfect foil to Jack’s intensity, and who falls hard for Sara; The Realtors series is a romantic saga with an emphasis on contemporary life and love, with a healthy dose of white-hot eroticism. Modern, busy, driven characters living lives of purpose and real-time stress, seek the ever-elusive and highly coveted combination –a friend, lover and trusted advisor who will be there for the long haul.
Floor Time (The Realtors – Book 1):
Jack Gordon is Ann Arbor’s most delectable bachelor. At age thirty-five, he’s made millions as a top-selling Ann Arbor real estate broker and has the right connections to close a deal by any means necessary. With his rugged good looks and compelling personality, he has a virtual black book most men would kill for and he uses it often, never settling for one woman for very long.
While his D/s past remains buried, exactly where he wants it, an undercurrent of boredom and dissatisfaction runs through his life now. A disastrous experience years earlier made him swear off the whole scene, but the more Jack suppresses his natural Dom, the more his frustration grows.
Sara Thornton, a rookie in the real estate game, has fast-tracked herself to the top of the Ann Arbor market. Her life reflects a disciplined and focused routine, exactly the way she wants it. However, as her career takes off, the fulfillment she seeks remains inexplicably out of reach. The one thing she knows for sure, she will not join the Jack Gordon groupies in her company, no matter how tempting that might seem.
A chance encounter, then a difficult transaction, throw Jack and Sara together and the sparks fly high and hot and often. Forced to confront the compulsions that gain momentum with each sizzling encounter, their relationship seems to spiral out of control until Jack finally admits what he needs, and shows Sara what she’s been missing.
Sweat Equity (The Realtors – Book 2):
Jack Gordon thought he’d finally made it. He had a wildly successful career, money in the bank and even returned to his life as Dom, putting an end to a string of unfulfilling sexual encounters. Now that he’s made the ultimate commitment to Sara Thornton, he believes all is right in their world. However, a series of misunderstandings and a dose of self-fulfilling prophesy bring his perfectly crafted house of cards tumbling down around him, forcing him to confront lingering misgivings about marriage and trust. Could those be the only two things he can never achieve?
Sara struggles with her intense need for Jack and her desire for less volatility in her busy life, two goals which appear to be mutually exclusive. Although willing to put in the time and emotional effort to make their relationship work, she finds it futile and frustrating, littered with clashes thanks to near-identical personalities and temperaments. Given Sara’s history, easing back into the comfortable status quo becomes easier than fighting a war with the one person who should be her safe haven. But will the easier choice satisfy her the way only Jack can? Is her “war” one that comes from without or within?
Buffeted by circumstance, temptation and distraction, Jack and Sara’s tenuous relationship crumbles, sparking a continuous quest for the ever elusive: trust, love and acceptance. By the time they rebuild a foundation for renewal, fate has other plans. This leaves them both reeling, once again questioning their destiny.
Closing Costs (The Realtors – Book 3):
Love conquers all? Not likely, according to Sara Thornton. She’s spent eight years coming to terms with the new parameters of her life while resigning herself to the idea that “happily ever afters” are best left to fairytales. Sales manager for her successful real estate office and juggling an added element of responsibility she never thought she’d face, Sara continues to struggle with the men in her life. Love, for her, has only meant hurt, broken trust and anger; all of which she’s completely banished from her life, so she claims.
Jack Gordon has come a long way since his early days of obsession with Sara. As the general manager of Stewart Realty, his own level of responsibility for the well-being of others has ramped up. He’s even honed his caretaking skills, now that he has someone who loves him unconditionally.
Continuing to invest effort and rebuild their relationship, he and Sara grow close as friends. Despite this, his ultimate question remains unanswered; the one he keeps asking, no matter how many times she says no. Sara isn’t prepared for the keen focus of his need–to have her back, once and for all. Her stubborn resistance nearly rips both lives apart
The epic conclusion to The Realtors series, Closing Costs brings Jack and Sara truly full circle. Proving that the heat of lust and obsession; the need for control and to be mastered in many areas of life can lead to love —surprising you when you least expect it – if you will only allow it.
*We hope you have enjoyed our A Day in the Life of The Realtors/A “behind the scenes” moment from Liz Crowe,and “The Realtors*
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