Release Blast & Giveaway: Conditioned by Liz Crowe
CONDITIONED
The Brewing Passion Series #3
Liz Crowe
Releasing July 11, 2017
Totally Bound
Trent
Hettinger’s turbulent formative years transformed him into a cynic—and into a
man who realized he required something outside himself to control his temper.
Something he finds as a Dom—at least for a while. But he allowed himself to
trust a woman once and was slapped back into reality with a vengeance and now
devotes all his energy into building his real estate empire, raising his
teenaged daughter…and avoiding anything resembling authentic attachments.
Melody
Rodriguez kept her head down for years—working hard, making her own money,
trying to get ahead with every deck stacked against her. She’s determined
to move beyond the ugliness that haunts her without anyone’s help. When a
mutual friend sets her up with Trent, she’s determined to have some fun with
him and move on.
A man with
nothing to left to lose. A woman hiding behind her past. When two lives spent
in emotional denial collide, it’s a perfect match—at least on the surface. But
neither Trent nor Melody are prepared for the full force of their true
feelings, once fate intervenes and blows a cold breeze into their white-hot
relationship.
He grabbed the remote and handed it to
me between bites. “Well? I thought I was getting subjected to that horrible
game.”
I took the remote, stuck my tongue out
at him and clicked on the telly. The match flickered on after a few seconds.
“Ah, right,” he said, sipping his
beer, then tucking into the soup. “The pretty boys game.”
“Damn straight,” I said, taking a bite
of my own carnitas creation. Pretty
damn good if I say so myself. “These men are fine.”
“Guapo?”
He raised a dark eyebrow at me, which intensified the heat gathering in areas
of my body I’d forgotten I even had.
“No. They’re too prima donna to be truly guapo.”
“Good. I like that word being reserved
for me.” He stood. “I need another one of those amazing tacos. And you’re
right. I hardly miss the cheese.”
“Of course I’m right.” I winked at
him, then felt my face flush so hot I put my hand to my cheek.
We sat in companionable silence,
regarding the game and eating for a while. As we leaned back, our feet up on
the table, finishing our second beers, the match got more intense. At one point
I leapt up and started cursing a stream of Spanish at the official.
“Calm down, already. What happened?”
Trent asked, amusement on his face.
“That hijo de puta claimed offsides and called back that goal! Are you
blind? Mierda!”
I flopped back onto the couch, this
time so close our thighs brushed together when I propped my feet back on the
table.
“Offsides, eh?” Trent put his glass to
his lips and eyed me over the rim. “I have no idea what that means, at least in
this game.”
I shoved our plates aside, grabbed the
salt and pepper shakers and the empty beer bottles and attempted to explain it.
After ten utterly frustrating minutes, I gave up and threw my napkin at his
face after he asked one more stupid question. “Mierda! El burro sabe mas que te!”
He leaned back in mock horror. “Did
you just call me a burro? Is that like an ass?”
I dissolved into giggles at the look
on his face. “¡Mira qué cabrón! There,
I just called you a smartass.”
“Neat,” he said, grinning widely. We
stared at each other for a few seconds too long, then both turned to the match.
“For the record, I did say a burro was
smarter than you.”
“Ah, of course,” he said, getting up
and stretching right in front of me. I swallowed hard and made myself not look
at his ass. When he turned around again, his face had gone pensive. “Your poor,
beautiful face,” he said, out of the clear blue. “It’s all I can do to look at
you and not run out of here and kill that motherfucker.”
I blinked fast, covered by grabbing my
beer and totally missed my mouth. A dollop of the brew landed right on my best
Real jersey. I stared down at it in horror. Trent chuckled. I glared up at him,
daring him to say anything. He tried to stop laughing, but that made it worse.
By the time I’d gotten up for a towel and maybe a shot of that tequila, he was
practically rolling around on the floor in hysterics.
“Are you quite finished?” I asked,
brushing at the stain, my face so hot I could have warmed a whole house in the
middle of winter. I’d kept my back to him, the tall counter between us.
Mortification was making my vision blur. Or was that tears? Shit, I’d never get
this right. I was ruined. Ruined for relationships with real men, anyway. I
whirled around to tell him to take his funny bone and get the fuck out of my
apartment.
“I think…oh…”
He was there, in front of me, too
close for it to be in any way considered casual. His broad,
black-cotton-covered chest filled my vision. His scent—a clean, fresh,
outdoorsy odor—filled my nose. His voice—deep and musical—filled my soul.
“Melody,” he said, as he took my hands
in his and brought them to his lips. Mi
Dios, those lips! He kissed each one of my knuckles softly, keeping his
eyes on mine. Then he turned my hands over and pressed his lips to first one,
then the other of my palms.
“Trent,” I whispered, my mind awash
with images and sensations, all of them good for a change.
“Sh,” he whispered, placing my hands
on his shoulders, then sliding his hands around to the small of my back. “Sh,
no talking.” His smile lit up my entire universe—corny, but true and I’m not
ashamed to admit it. “I have wanted to kiss you since I saw you across that
diner.”
“When… Oh, right,” I said, my voice
breaking at the end like a silly virginal teenager’s.
Surely
he won’t want me, when he finds out I’m spoiled goods. Surely he won’t…Surely
he has got to be the best kisser in the entire known universe.
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best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing
expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the
University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of
experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a
three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.
Her early
forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre,
“Romance: Worth the Risk,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers
interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”).
With
stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in
successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul,
Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe
backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and
complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the
imagination long after the book is finished.
I haven't tried her before. Looks good.
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