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Monday, November 12, 2012

Virtual Book Tour & #Giveaway with Liz Crowe - Escalation Clause (@GoddessFish)



Please let me introduce you to author, Liz Crowe, on tour now with her book Escalation Clause at Goddess Fish Promotions. Liz is sharing a guest post with us today, and I LOVE it! She will also be awarding three lucky commenters a chance to win a signed copy of Escalation Clause in paperback or ebook, a chance at a $100 Amazon Gift Card and your choice of Stewart Realty Swag. Be sure to leave a comment for a chance to win!

Welcome Liz!


Alex Clare
Too Close

It is the perfect representation for Escalation Clause for many reasons.  The many intertwined characters in the book have reached a breaking point, thanks to a terrible tragedy at the end of Essence of Time.  

They are seeking solace, but each of the couples (and potential couples) keep bouncing off each other "like magnets facing the wrong way" one of them says at one point. They've been through a lot to get where they are--and can't seem to move to the next level of marital fulfillment (or potential marital fulfillment). Drastic steps must be taken in many cases involving going "on my way" away from the one they love in order to emerge stronger.

I love this song's dubstep beat and it's message that staying true to YOURSELF is most important. Not to give too much away but once readers make it to this book (book 6 in the series) we have ALL been through a lot, and while we want happiness for these folks, we mostly want them to do what they have to do to find what they need from each other.

ESCALATION CLAUSE IS NOT MEANT TO BE READ AS A STAND ALONE. It is book 6 in an award winning and best selling series (Stewart Realty).

Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town. 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), has prepped her for 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.

Her groundbreaking romance subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” has gained thousands of fans and followers who are interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”)

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.
  
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Young love burns hot and bright. Soul mates are found, then lost in the blink of an eye. When young widow Maureen Gordon Taylor meets her daughter's sexy soccer coach, her body and heart slowly unthaw.  But will holding tight to the past cost her a future?  
A devastating blow shatters a family's fragile happiness. Rob Freitag and Lila Warren now confront life without the emotional glue that once bound them, but a shared goal brings them back together. Is it enough to make them whole again and become the family they were meant to be?
Mutual trust is hard won for the Gordons.  When tragedy strikes, Jack and Sara’s lives are sent into a tailspin.  To keep her family from falling apart, she must force Jack to admit his deepest fears. After everything they’ve been through, can they revive the spark and move to the next stage of marital fulfillment?
The sweeping saga of the Stewart Realty series continues as long-time friends learn to rely on each other, and to grab hold of happiness before it's too late. 

EXCERPT: 

The sunlight pierced the light haze of his sleep. Brandis groaned, rolled over seeking shade and found himself hand-and-kneeing it facing the brick pavers of his parents’ patio. “Christ in a sidecar what time is it?” He mumbled, flipping around so he sat, back against the chaise lounge that must have served as his bed for the night. Not that he recalled anything after the second joint. He groaned and ran a hand down his already sweaty face.

Jack walked out the back door, Mountain Dew in hand, dressed for work at his father’s construction site for the day. Brandis blinked at his friend. “How in the hell can be so awake and non-hung over? I feel like three day old shit.”

“You look like it, too.” Jack slammed the remaining soda and threw the can into the returnables' bin. “You taking those back today? We need food at the house while you’re at it.”

Brandis flipped him off. “I look like your personal shopper?”

“No,” Jack sat, laced his work boots up then leveled a deep blue stare at him. “You look like a guy lucky enough not to have to work on the Saturday after a giant pool party.” His friend leaned forward on his knees and gave Brandis an ominous look. “You also look like the guy who could possibly be messing around with my sister. I don’t recommend you be that guy. Not at all.”

“I’m…” Brandis started to say something, but he had nothing, so he stayed quiet. Jack stared him down, turned on his heel then left, letting the gate bang loud behind him. Brandis crawled to the edge of the pool, noted all the shit he needed to clean out of it including at least two condoms, then stuck his feet into the cold water, groaning when his temples started pounding to the beat of his heart. He put his head in his hands. Mo was the first thing he saw when he closed his eyes. Her bright blue eyes snapping with laughter, anger, and…desire … God help him, he had nursed a crush on her for years.

She’d been such a tomboy, running with him and Jack, tagging along then joining in the baseball, basketball, soccer whatever they concocted, up to and including egg throwing at Halloween and more less innocent vices. Their easy camaraderie had always allowed them to wrestle, to tickle, to touch. After she’d shown up at his house last month, determined to escape her jerk-off father, he thought he could just ease back into it. But, he hadn’t seen her in over a year, and in that time, she had become a full-fledged, jaw-dropping woman. Her tall, athletic frame was lush, lovely, full-hipped and inviting. The deep blue of her eyes and inky black fall of her hair made him want to bury his hands in it, to kiss her until she begged for more.

So, it seemed, his crush had bloomed into full-blown lust. A desire she apparently matched.

 No way.

He’d heard Jack’s message loud and clear. And as much of a man-whore as Brandis was, he was a loyal friend. So, Mo was off limits. Fine. He did not need that hassle, not now, with just a month and a half before he left for Colorado.

He leaned back on his hands and willed his cock soft, but the memory of her lips, and the feel of her skin against his if just for that one moment was not something he would soon forget. When he’d fucked that girl in the basement then realized Mo had been down there, watching them, it had taken him a couple of seconds to acknowledge he’d been picturing her beneath him, her body taking his, the sounds of her climax in his ears the entire time.

What a fucking mess.

“Hey,” he nearly jumped a mile into the air at the sound of her voice. “I, um, just want to say, you know, well…” She sat a couple of feet from him and let her feet dangle in the water. “Sorry.” She looked straight ahead.

“For what?” He cleared his throat, nervous beyond belief.

“For spying on you. I mean, I wasn’t, I was getting a drink and just kind of … oh hell. You know what I mean.” She looked down into the water. “This pool is disgusting.” She shoved a greasy looking floating seat away with her foot. “Are those…” She pointed to the used rubbers on the bottom.

“Yeah,” he ran a hand down his face, then jumped up and grabbed the skimmer. He cleared the condoms, a bottle of sunscreen and three beer cans from the pool, trying to ignore her. But his baser self would not cooperate and he had to grab a towel and fasten it around his waist to hide the damn tent in his shorts. She moved all the chairs back into their usual places and cleaned off the two glass-topped tables, finding yet another rubber in the grass near the back fence.

“You guys sure do know how to throw a party.” She smiled at him, lifting his heart and making his damn cock pound in time with his headache.

“Huh,” he grunted, before turning the water on to refill the pool and taking a reading on the chemicals. Sweat dripped off his forehead, blurring his vision. Fuck it was hot out already and it was barely eight o’clock in the morning. She crouched down next to him, her arm grazing his, making him flinch. Crush, Brandis. Remember? She is a no-go zone. Don’t do it.




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14 comments:

Nightly Cafe said...

Thank you for sharing with us today Liz :)

Teddy Rose said...

Great guest post!

Goddess Fish Promotions said...

Thank you for hosting today.

Liz said...

thanks for having me!!

Sarah said...

Looking forward to starting the series. Thanks for the great post. Love hearing about your busy busy life.

Rhomy PP said...

The cover is very original! I like it!

Rebecca Graf said...

Sounds interesting. Might have to check it out.

Liz said...

thanks guys! hope you get a chance to start this series Rebecca!

Liz said...

glad to hear it Jill. you can find me on Facebook as well, if you have comments once you get started on it!

Ingeborg said...

Thank you for the excerpt.

Kit3247(at)aol(dot)com

BellaBunnell said...

Looking forward to the series myself. Getting ready to start Floor Time. Yay! Congrats on this 6th(!!!) book in the series.
bellabunnell@gmail.com

laura troxel said...

Love this book. Cant wait to read it.
lauratroxel@yahoo.com

Karen H in NC said...

Just popping in to say HI and sorry I missed visiting with you on party day! Hope you all had a good time!

kareninnc at gmail dot com

Mary Preston said...

I must read the first five in the series before ESCALATION CLAUSE. I like to read a series in order.

marypres(AT)gmail(DOT)com

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