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Have you ever had one of those "how the heck did I get here?" moments?

I mean, bear with me here, but honestly when I was in high school and college no one ever said to me, "Hey, Liz did you know that you'd sell houses for a living one day?"


"You'll give up a near six-figure career selling those houses to help some guys found and open a brewery from scratch?"


"You'll be one of about a million authors who self publish or small publish books?"

I'm gonna tell you it's been a pretty weird ride that finds me on the cusp of 50 years old, unemployed, wishing I could write for a living and knowing better from real-time experience. 

As I was finishing up my degree in English Lit at the University of Louisville, I was feeling at a bit of loose ends. I didn't want to go to graduate school. The man I loved had decamped to Nashville for his MBA. So I got out my fancy typewriter (yes, I am that old) and started sending out resumes down south. I knew what I wanted. It was in Nashville. I applied for a secretarial job at United Way in Williamson County, got a call, got an interview and was handed a "territory" to develop. I was determined to be overqualified to be a secretary.

Future Spouse got his MBA but because his area was automotive, we moved from Nashville to the Middle West in a hot minute once he had his degree, set up our lives in Oxford, Ohio. I hauled out the old typewriter and landed a job at the Hamilton Ohio Journal-News as "Special Sections Editor." This meant I wrote (and took photos for) those little inserts you used to get in your old fashioned paper that looked like "news articles" but that were actually bought-and-paid-for ads. 

While in Oxford, I converted Future Spouse to Current Spouse, we had a lovely wedding in Cincinnati, and moved nearly immediately back to Kentucky so He could run a small car dealership. I had my first Wenchling while there, and made the (in hindsight I can say this with the full force of, well, "hindsight") bad decision to try to work while adjusting to life as a new Mom. 

After about a year, the siren call of Ford Motor Company lead us to our lives in Michigan. I continued to struggle with the "staying at home" thing. I did not consider myself mentally or emotionally cut out for it. I picked up a little editing job, and then I got hired at the Ann Arbor Art Association (now "Art Center") as a membership director. While there, we bought a house, right about the same time we discovered there would be another blessed member of the Crowe's nest.

Once that Wenchling joined our happy little crew, I dropped back to working half time. Then left there and branched out doing a bit of "free lance marketing consulting" and one of my clients advised that I was "good at this" (one assumes "marketing") and that I should make "real money" and get my real estate license. So I did. I was trained by one of Ann Arbor's original brokers, Jim Anderson and made a bit of money but nearly lost my mind trying to juggle two little kids around the whacked-out schedule a real estate agent just starting out must manage. The memory of feeding them fast food in the mini van while trying to calm buyers down during a particularly crappy house inspection is one I wish I could slice right out of my brain.

At the same moment that I discovered Current Spouse and I had really crappy timing vis a vis a vasectomy scheduling and there would be a 3rd Wenchling in the universe, he got an offer to go overseas. So we went. 2 years in Japan, 1 in Kansas, 2 in Istanbul and 2 more in England and we found ourselves back around in the proverbial circle, buying a house in Ann Arbor, with a 13 year old, a 10 year old and a 7 year old. I got my real estate license back and took up with the Charles Reinhart Company.

Thus began 7 years of starting from scratch, building my business all the while managing 3 very busy kids (and a couple of dogs---yeah I'm certifiable). 

Then, in 2008 I was approached by a former neighbor about a project--a "craft brewery" which made me laugh because not only did I not like beer, I had no idea what the hell they were talking about with this "craft" thing. I drink wine, dudes. Maybe some bourbon. Not beer.

"No problem," they claimed. "We want your amazing marketing skills and contacts. We'll teach you the beer bit."

Well, they did that and in 2010 we opened a brewery on West Stadium. I had a blog. I set up social networking, I painted walls, shopped for supplies, mopped more floors than I wish to remember, learned the business by slinging beer at every event I could find in addition to opening the bar and closing it up every day for the better part of 6 months. We grew. I hired staff. I hired a manager. We opened a rental hall. Then, it was determined that my help was no longer needed.

Hence the "unemployed" bit of this story.

It still smarts. But I had written a few books by then and thought "Okay, I'll do this full time, no problem." But the problem exists and it's a big one. It's one most authors understand. One simply doesn't "make a living" as an author without: a. a big publisher behind them or b. the sort of explosive viral thing that the Joe Konraths and Hugh Howeys and others of their ilk manage to build. And that kind of thing is sort of "yesterday's news" if you know what I mean. 

So, the dilemma....what to do....what to do....what to do....

Time to circle back around. It took me a few years but I found my way in real estate and by golly I'm doing it again.

It's sort of a square circle, with corners delineating the various major milestones of my career trajectory, such as it is. I've been derailed a few times, necessary relocations for the primary breadwinner combined with motherhood will do that to a gal. But I'm at a place now, with 2 kids out of the nest other than their various circling back for money, plus the third perched on the edge, ready to launch herself out, where I don't have to worry so much about sports practices, piano lessons, after school snacks and what not. Why not?

Why not indeed.

I have walked into so many Reinhart offices and meetings in the last couple of months and been made to feel so completely welcomed it seems pretty obvious that I left something I never should have.

And so, I'm back.

I will keep writing books. There is plenty of downtime in the early years of this job. I might be able to channel it into some fun new "Ann Arbor real estate based novels." 

I don't think I'm going too far out on a limb to say that "reinvention" is the name of my game. And while it's not a total reinvention this time, in a way, I'm in such a different place now, after all my years spent in the beer and book publishing business it feel like I'm coming at it as a raw rookie.


No, not really.

But definitely challenging.

And one does not get as good at reinvention as I've been in my life without grooving on serious challenge.

And so.....I invite you to:
Buy a Liz Book
Drink a Michigan Craft Beer...



The Big D-----Disappointment.

It's one of the toughest realities around, isn't it?

Our first ones come early in life. We don't get the toy we're reaching for. We can't have the dog's bone to chew on (why not? HE likes it!). We aren't able to stay up late with our older siblings to watch whatever is so tantalizingly forbidden on TV. We aren't allowed to go as Jack the Ripper for Halloween. Our pee-wee sports team loses every game one season. We can't have a car the split second we turn 16. We won't get into the college of our choice. Our books aren't best sellers. Our spouses lie to us. Our kids get speeding tickets....

While it is something we deal in at least on some level every day (what do you MEAN the parking garage is full? You're OUT of the appetizer I want?) I would wager that it really never gets easier.

As a parent, you get to experience a whole new level of disappointment. Not the kind you INFLICT on your kids (No, you can't stay out until 2 a.m. you're only 16 years old young lady). But the kind inflicted upon them by life.

It's been said that having a child is like living your entire life watching your very heart walk around, unprotected, outside your body. I would agree, having done it three times over.

This week was a mixed bag for the Wenchlings. Numero Uno made a Serious Life Stage Choice and accepted placement at the University of Tennessee College of Pharmacy. He had other offers, one of them in-state and oh-so-much-cheaper. However, the kid did his research and determined that the $60k+ a year debt load he may very take on was worth the payoff. UT is a top ranked program and he gets to attend at campuses in Memphis, Knoxville and Nashville--three pretty amazing cities (being the Southern boy in his soul that he is despite being raised overseas and in the Great Middle West). That was terrifying/exciting in equal measure. We are proud of him to say the least.

Wenchling Numero Dos has been accepted into 3 out of the 4 programs she applied to in Environmental Engineering here in Michigan. Wayne State, Eastern Michigan and Michigan Tech are all eager to have her. We'll see how eager once the scholarship monies start getting divvied up this spring. But she has powered through 2 years at community college, living on her own, working a job and getting A's.

On the flip side, the Soccer Wenchling was dealt one of the first major disappointments a budding athlete can get, when she was told by a Division 1 university that had been talking directly to her, telling her "just give us a few more weeks/months. We want to have you. You're an amazing student and player," that they had decided against having her. OK, technically this was not the first one. Another one she was less interested in had said, after we got a nearly day-long tour of their campus with a coach and watched them play (get thumped by) a rival team that their 2016 class was "full already." But his one....this one she wanted (and had been kind of strung along for a year thinking she might get....)

Now, I know that finding a place in women's D1 soccer is the writers' equivalent of being the next EL James. Girls soccer (novels trying to make their authors the "next EL James") is way oversubscribed. There are only so many places (readers? money?) for them to play. All around her girls in the Class of 2016 like herself are tweeting and posting about "committing" here and there and everywhere to play (that NYT BSA designation keeps popping up for more and more authors/and yeah, $400 million so, we all know what that number means).

Honestly, right now, "Disappointment" feels like too tame a word for this. You work as hard as anyone, play harder than some, attend camps, tours, communicate with coaches as you're told, pay for videos, recruiting sites, attend more camps, more training, more weights, and yet.....

You write, sometimes as many as 6 books in a calendar year. You pay for actual, professional editing. You revise. You re-edit. You pay for top notch covers. You buy as many promotions as your budget allows. You beg, borrow, pimp, sign, appear, travel, buy swag you can't afford and yet.....

Luckily we humans are more or less wired to rebound from adversity. We mope, cry, drink a bottle of wine/eat a carton of ice cream, scream, throw things, swear we are gonna "quit." But we don't.

She won't give up. Something better will emerge. Yes it involves us schlepping around to 5 different camps this winter and her attending her super awesome and brutally painful training at Barwiss Methods (I love those guys). She has her high school season coming up but we'll intersperse that with one or more of the zillions of "combines" thrown at me via email.

I won't give up either. I have an agent to snag. I know there is someone out there who will see my potential, my already-built platform, my backlist and my thick skin as an opportunity make money for us both. Mind you, I have amassed no less than 14 rejections in less than 3 weeks. But hey, their loss. Kind of like that school that took a pass on my awesome soccer student/athlete.

Disappointment. Turning it into motivation is not easy. But it's the only real option.


So see above for the "begging, borrowing, pimping" and note the following amazing deal:

I will offer up my top selling, fan-favorite STEWART REALTY series's say....$12.00 for all 9 books.

Here is how I view it. My man Jack Gordon spent hours and hours and hours (and hours) at empty open houses, driving around buyers who never bought, sat through continuing education, drove around more non-buying buyers, sat in more empty open houses.....and he did not give up.

I won't either.

The Stewart Realty original trilogy is about a couple who hook-up first, fall for each other later. There is a very mild BDSM element to is. It is NOT 50 Shades of Grey. But if you thought that was hot/interesting I GUARANTEE you will adore these novels---it's even a bit more risky than some, because I DARE you to NOT find this realistic couple as hot as any of 'em.

All the books are on Amazon.
They're also on B&N, Smash, Ibooks.

I'm throwing a HUGE Stewart Realty party on Friday, Feb. 27 with some amazing guest authors as hosts:
7-8AM Liz Crowe
8-9AM Susan Child
9-10AM Elise Faber
12-1PM Debra Presley 
1-2PM Al Parks
2-3PM Jamie Salisbury
3-4PM Sandra Shrewsbury
4-5PM Nina Levine
5-6PM D. Kelly
6-7PM Deanndra Hall
7-8PM Audrey Carlan
8-9PM Jack Gordon
9-10PM Liz Crowe

***yeah, Jack himself will make an appearance at 8 p.m. and he's pretty stoked***

I am a notorious prize-giver at these things so don't miss my intro at 7 a.m. or my wrap up at 9 p.m.!

We have an equally gigantic prize pack with all sorts of unique goodies as part of this.

Enter here: 

Today on the Books, Beer & More Blog we are gonna talk sports. Now that all that National Championship College Football nonsense is over and we are headed into Liz's 2nd fav. season (that of the roundball) it isn't too early to start thinking baseball. My guest today, Ella Jade has a few things to say about that.

Tosses one to Ella....

BUY LINKS: AMAZON     Barnes and Noble

If you're into hot, dirty-talkin', sexy baseball heroes I may have just the thing to quench that thirst...

Have you met my players? 

Available now for a limited time release price of .99 cents...

Sliding Into Second

Jilted once before, now it's her turn to level the playing field.

Hotshot sports reporter Sage Millan has been busy making a name for herself in the male dominated world of baseball. She's just landed her dream job, and her first assignment is covering the newly crowned World Series champions, The Kingston Crushers. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. The only problem…her ex-boyfriend, and the only man she's ever loved, is the team's second baseman. Things ended badly between them, and she's not sure she can put those demons to rest.

Professional baseball player Nicolas Cordova is having the time of his life. His team has just won the World Series, and with the victory comes more fame, women, and exposure than he ever could have imagined. But things are about to change for the sexy, charismatic athlete. He never expected his ex-girlfriend to walk back into his life, much less the locker room.

These days Sage is smarter, more mature, and doesn't plan on being played a second time. Her appearance stirs old memories for Nic. She's the one he let get away in the name of his career. He vows he can be the man she needs this time around. Will that be enough to mend her broken heart?

Content Warning: contains explicit sex and adult content


“I’ll admit I’ve had many women in the past, and I can’t apologize for living. But as the years went by, my feelings for you were always someplace deep in my heart. I know that’s why I can’t settle down. Why I can’t find the peace I’ve been searching for. It doesn’t exist without you.”
“How can you say things like that? You don’t even know the woman I’ve become. I’m not that girl who relied on you, the one who would’ve followed you anywhere. I’m not her anymore, Nic. I can’t ever be her again.”
“Maybe I’m not asking for her.” He leaned closer to her face. “Maybe I want to know the woman you are today. I want another shot at this.”
“No,” she whispered.
“If you remember anything about me, I have a hard time with that word.” He tipped her chin, focusing on her lips. “I am going to kiss you. Right here and right now.”
Her knees buckled as a cool tremor swept through her. She wanted to say no. It was the only logical word to mutter, but her heart didn’t want her to say it. Her body wasn’t on board with turning him down either. The warmth that built in her stomach had moved lower, and now all she could think about was his lips on hers.
“It doesn’t sound like you’re asking,” she breathed out.
“I’m not.”
Before she could say anything else, his mouth was on hers, eager, but slow and soft. His stubble grazed along her chin as he tilted his head and deepened their bond. The sound throughout the crowded lobby seemed to fade into the background, and soon, all she could hear was her heart pumping loud between her ears. Why did he have to be such a freakin’ good kisser?
After the incredibly long connection, he pulled away, but not before stopping to kiss the bottom corner of her mouth like he used to.
“I’ve waited a long time to do that,” he said. “It was worth every lonely minute.”
“I... Nic...” She’d always had the gift of words. It was what she did for a living, but in that moment, all of her thoughts were jumbled and senseless.
“It’s okay.” He grinned as he stroked her cheek. “Let’s get something to eat and maybe figure this out. Whatever this is.”
“No.” She ran her hands along his strong chest, resting them on his shoulders.
“Don’t over analyze this, baby.” He glanced down at her hands on his body. “Let’s just go with it.”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you.” She took a breath and continued before she lost her nerve. “Take me upstairs to your room. I know how we can figure this out.”
“What are you asking?” He placed his hand on the small of her back, drawing her closer to him. “You need to be real clear.”
“I want to go upstairs with you.”
“That’s not why I kissed you.”
“Isn’t it?” She smirked. “We’re adults now, Nicky. Let’s settle this like adults.”
“I’m not looking to settle anything. That usually means it’s over, and we’re nowhere near over.” He motioned for Joe. “I’ll take care of the bar tab and then we’ll get dinner.”
“No.” She draped her arms around his neck, intoxicated by the idea of being so close to him again. He may be older now, and may have lost those boyish looks, but the man he had become suited him and drove her wild with need.
“What did I tell you about that word?”
“I can guarantee I won’t be using it once we’re in your bedroom.” She ran her tongue along her top lip. “I’m going to the ladies room. When I come out, if you’re not by the elevators waiting for me, I’ll know that kiss was nothing more than the heat of the moment and we can go on with our lives.”
“Shh.” She pressed her lips to his. “Now who’s over analyzing?” She reached for her purse and coat hanging on the back of the stool. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.” I hope.

This is book 2 in the Kingston Heat Series but both books stand alone and can be read in either order.

Book One... Stealing His Heart available now.

WARNING... Pax will steal your heart

Will the bad-boy pitcher strike out when it comes to love?

Shy music teacher Sophia Ballis has sworn off men. After a bad experience with a college jock she decided it was better to be alone than to get burned again. She focused on her education and now her new job at a local private school.

Professional baseball pitcher Paxton Hughes is a player both on and off the field. He's signed to the Kingston Crushers to bring home the coveted championship title. Nothing can get in his way. Serious relationships don't mix with a life on the road and he never loses focus on the game. One-night stands are his specialty for a reason.

While out jogging one spring morning, the two collide, setting their course in motion. Pax is immediately drawn to the unassuming beauty. Sophia is aware of his reputation and decides one night of meaningless sex with the attractive Texas charmer is just what she needs to get over her self-imposed dry spell. Pax has more than a one-night stand on his mind, but will his bad-boy persona and demanding schedule ruin any chances of a happily ever after?

Content Warning: contains explicit sex and adult content


"Ella Jade always comes through with sexy little romps that are always entertaining" Manic Readers 

"I read it in one sitting. I couldn't put it down. It has everything I LOVE in a sexy steamy hot book." My Daily Romance 

"Very fun read." Musings From An Addicted Reader 

"This is a story that you won't regret getting into." Adri at Sassy Moms Say Read Romance 

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy creating sexy, domineering men and the strong women who know how to challenge them in and out of the bedroom.  She hopes you'll get lost in her words.

She loves connecting with readers. You can find her here…



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If you had said to me, oh, about six years or so ago "Liz, you are going to write books that people love to read, are willing to pay money for and you are going to offer some of them for free," I would have choked on my beer. 

There are a lot of folks who consider themselves experts in this crazy brand-new-world-old-world-wilderness we like to call "publishing." And many of them have claimed in a Loud and Clear Voice: 
Give "your work" away for free.

Okay, I can see the point of this on one level. I'm getting back into a business I was once pretty damn good at and would never offer my house marketing or buying services for free. 

But...on the other hand...when I was working my tail off getting a brewery off the ground in Ann Arbor one of things I did most to "expose" people to our product was to Give It Away For Free. Whether I was working late into the night at a fundraiser or running my mouth about the product at a tailgate party, I was pouring... free beer. And it worked.

So I'm gonna go with it. One of my publishers already did, actually. By way of introducing new readers to my top selling, 8.5 book Stewart Realty series, the first book, Floor Time, is "perma free" on all ebook platforms. It's been a pretty damn good way to draw folks into a series that for some, is a hard sell because it won't adhere to the same old formula and many of the "reviews" state that fairly emphatically. But for many readers, the chance to try a free book has been a great way to latch onto a new author and I've garnered my fair share of fans this way.

So, when I concocted my first self published series, The Love Brothers I worked a "free book" into the business plan for it. Yes, I said "business plan," because as a self published author I am the CEO, the CFO, the marketing VP, the housekeeper and "the creative" all rolled into one somewhat frazzled individual. Treat your self publishing career as anything less than a business at your peril. But I digress.

The Love Brothers story arc by design only hints at the backstory of one of the main couples--Antony and Margot--who are introduced in Love Garage (book 1). While the title of the book implies it will BE "Antony's story" (he's the garage proprietor and The Oldest Brother) but I used the novel to tell his youngest brother Aiden's story from his point of view (and that of Rosalee, Antony's first).

So, there was a lot going on behind the scenes, as it were, between Antony and Margot and I knew what it was. But I jumped to Coach Love for the second book and that is Kieran's tale (brother #2) which lead fairly organically to Love Brewing (book 3, releases March 2) which is Dominic-the-Bad Brother's novel. 

Which left Antony, the brother who is the backbone of so much of all of these books, a little out in the cold. 

Not any longer!

Introducing SAFE LOVE, The Love Brothers novella.

Antony Ian Love has a lot on his ample shoulders. He owns and runs a small business, is estranged from his teenaged daughter AliceLynn, his beloved mother is dying of cancer, and he's come face to face with his youngest brother Aiden's sudden reappearance into the Love family circle. Years of sublimating his true self in deep mourning for his long dead wife have hardened the surly, emotional shell he's nurtured, but one woman seems to have broken through. Rosalee Norris is the young widow of Antony's best friend Paul and their mutual sorrow and close friendship has slowly morphed into something more.

Family therapist and recent divorcee Margot Hamilton is dropped into the close-knit Love family by necessity but fate has a real design twist in mind. With her heart and mind closed to anything resembling an emotional connection, Margot is shocked to discover something about Antony the very first time they meet--something she tries, and fails, to resist. 

SAFE LOVE, The Love Brothers novella is a tale of love's realistic complications within the saga of family devotion that runs as wide and deep as the Ohio River--except on Sundays when brothers Antony, Kieran, Dominic and Aiden work out their frustrations on the basketball court, Love brother style. 

And your excerpt (suitable for work....there's another one but you gotta subscribe to my newsletter to read it...)

 From Safe Love
by Liz Crowe
All Rights Reserved

A sharp rap on the door made her jump. “Come in,” she said, pulling her hair into a clip, not looking up at the sound of Antony’s low, growly voice.
“Hi,” he said. “So…I’m here. Now what?”
Margot believed she could hear the ligaments in her neck creak as she looked up at him. She swallowed, smiled and stood, deciding to just go with her gut and see where it took her. She’d never been cautious but getting dumped by the one man she’d allowed herself to love made her hesitate. It would be all right. Antony was engaged and to a lovely woman who did not deserve to be treated this way.
“Sit,” she said, pointing to the chair near her window.
He shrugged and did as she said, slumping down and crossing one ankle over the opposite knee and hooking his hands behind his head, taking a classic male stance of defiance. Confidence surged through her once she realized he was already taking on a role she wanted him to—one she would need to break down in order to help him, whether he realized it or not. Problem was, her sort of “breaking down” would end with sexual intercourse, and she couldn’t allow that. It would be wrong.
She slid one of her desk drawers open and put her hands on something she’d placed there, almost without thinking after his last, awkward visit. The silky fabric slipped through her fingers. Antony frowned at the sight of it in her hand, his posture shifting ever so slightly from defiance into fear. She could almost see it shimmering off him and it made her feel powerful yet sad at the same time.
“I’m going to try a little experiment with you.” She came around the side of the desk and headed to him just as he jumped to his feet. “Sit down, Antony,” she said, using her best take-no-shit voice as she invaded his personal space, the blindfold in one hand. “It will be all right, I promise.”
He shook his head but sat, leaving her standing over him, which gave her a shiver of anticipation that she promptly quelled. His strong arms hung loose at his sides, his jeans-clad legs sprawled out, too long for the chair. She stood behind him and placed the black silk cover over his eyes, noting how he shook. After tying it in such a way she knew would be nearly impossible to release, she placed her palms on his broad shoulders. As she had hoped, his thrumming, nervous energy calmed under her touch.
Too easy, she thought.
Not good, she also thought, tamping down the extreme urge to lean over him and lick her way up his neck.
Instead, she spoke into the air over his head. “Now, tell me one thing you miss about Crystal.”
“Uh…” he said, clenching and unclenching his fingers. “It’s…um… been such a long time and I…”
“One thing Antony, quick, without thinking too hard.”
He took a long, shuddering breath. “Her lips.”
“Okay, now another thing.” She kept her hands pressed on his shoulders, willing him to be calm and to open up to her.
“Her ass,” he growled. She smiled.
“Now we’re getting somewhere. One more thing, please.”
“Her…” he sucked in a breath. “The way she’d be in charge.”
“Hmm…” Margot said, willing herself to stay put, to not place herself in front of him and do what she really wanted. “And what do you mean by that? She balanced the checkbook?”
“No,” he whispered.
“Okay then. Where was she in charge?” She caught herself even as she said it, implying that Antony’s wife had been “in charge” in a specific place. But it cut to the chase, so why not?
“I’m, um…not really comfortable with this.” His leg was jittering up and down. The tension was rising in him again. Margot took a deep breath cursing her body for betraying her. She squared her shoulders.
“I know. That’s why we’re not looking at each other.” Unable to stop herself, she leaned down and put her lips near his ear, sucking in a huge breath of leather, a hint of smoke, cotton and a clean, soapy-ness that made her want to weep. “Relax. It’s all right. I’m in charge in this room so you can just…relax.”
She saw him grit his teeth and knew he was trying hard to do the exact opposite of what she was telling him to do, so she tightened her grip on his shoulders, not an easy feat considering how firm they were. But a point had to be made and she knew her options for making it were limited, considering she’d promised herself that this would be nothing more than a therapy method.
“The bedroom,” he ground out, so low she barely heard him. “Crystal was in charge in our bedroom, in private. It was…something we…liked.” Margot stood up, smiling but shaking at the same time, even more confused about how to proceed. Keeping her hands on him, knowing he required at least that much from her, she got herself under some modicum of control and plowed forward.
“How was she in charge?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you know,” he said, surprising her with the strength in his voice. “And I’m also pretty sure I’ve told you enough.” He jumped up, ripped off her un-rip-able blindfold, sending it fluttering to the floor in two strips of black fabric and kicked the chair out of the way. She stumbled, blinking fast, brain spinning and body going into overdrive at the look on his face. He was begging her now, using his unconscious body language, but she could not—she would not—give into the urge to shove him to his knees.

Ok so, back to the "giving books away" bit. For the next 14 days starting right now YOU can get a FREE COPY of this compelling, sexy novella, complete with the should-be-patented Liz style of storytelling--the sort you should never, ever consider predictable.

Enter below. All you gotta do is prove you bought book 1 (Love Garage) in an email to me. Why, you ask? Because honestly, this novella is less "prequel" and more "companion" to that first book. Yes, you could read it first but the stories of the two brothers and their complex and sometimes funny love lives are best read in tandem. Snag Love Garage on Amazon first for just $2.99 and follow the directions in the rafflecopter and you WILL receive a copy of SAFE LOVE for FREE in the ebook format of your choice by return email. 

Safe Love will be available for purchase on Amazon on March 2, the same day Love Brewing (Dominic's story) is also available. 

Check out the trailer! It was featured on the USA Today book blog!

Want to know more but would rather have a professional narrator read it to you? Both Love Garage and Coach Love are available on audible! 

So...quick, before some expert tells me not to, take advantage of the opportunity to dive into a Liz Crowe series. It's like $2.99 for 2 books!