BOOK LOVIN’ BITCHES E-BOOK TOUR – GUEST POST WITH LIZ CROWE

Posted by Ing on 24 May, 2011 // ★★ 5 Comments ★★

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Good morning peeps!  I have author Liz Crowe taking over the blog today. She’s here to pimp her series “Brewing Passion series” set around the world of beer brewery!  So sit back relax and grab a beer and enjoy getting to know the characters from this series!  There will be a giveaway tomorrow with the review I will be posting about the three books in this series so be sure to come back and enter the giveaway if you’re interested after reading this guest post.  I think you’ll be hooked! 🙂 
How To Say “The End?”
The Tap Room—A Brewing Passion Novella
Release date: September 30. 2011
It began with a series of short stories about the three owners of the Winter Street Brewing Company, a newly successful craft microbrewery in a mid west college town. Trent Franklin, the founder and already successful restaurateur and his friend Owen Maxwell have asked Erin Brady, an old friend of Trent’s to take their company to the next level with her marketing and public relations expertise. It works. Their company grows by leaps and bounds during the six years prior and now they are on the cusp of expansion and making tough decisions about where to go next.
Owen
Trent
But Erin’s life seems to spiral downward in spite of her successes with the brewery. Having recently discovered that her husband of twenty years, Bradley Jefferson III has channeled his frustrations with Erin’s new busy life into a young mistress, she now faces the reality of one business partner dealing with his own divorce and who seems to want to re-kindle their old flame and the discovery that her other partner has nurtured an obsession with her from the beginning and wants to prove he can fill the void in her life.
Bradley
Of course, expansion requires New Staff. Enter Jeff Thornton, one of the hottest young commodities on the brewery market—a legitimate “Brew Master” having trained in Germany and as second brewer for Anchor Steam in California. He may solve their production dilemmas with his expertise but he is going to throw a serious cog in the machine of Erin’s heart. Jeff’s hotness extends beyond brewing. He’s a licensed personal trainer and physical therapist whose first weekend with Erin at a beer festival becomes something much more than just work (Jockey Box)—and is complicated by the fact that Owen has chosen that moment to surprise her with his own confessions.
Jeff
And then there is Landon Hannover, a craft beer rock star, writer and consultant who invites Erin out to a conference on the West coast, and has more than just simple consultation in mind when they come face to face.
Landon
Whew—lucky gal? Maybe not. Trying to hold together a small business is difficult enough, but add in all the drama that she has seemingly elicited amongst her partners and employees and Erin’s world gets more complex by the minute. When Bradley re-emerges, contrite and with his usual Super Alpha charm, she is knocked for yet another loop. Luckily, in the meantime, Trent has found Lisa (The Rookie and soon-to-be-released Specific Gravity) and becomes one of Erin’s strongest and most trusted friends through her journey of self-discovery. By the time the Winter Street Brewing Company is to receive an award as “Most Promising New Start Up” from Inc. Magazine, Erin must make a choice.
The difference is: YOU (the reader) will make the choice for her.
The Tap Room follows three different story arcs, written so that you will take various paths depending on which man you think will ultimately be the best for her. Of course, each path has its own challenges, twists, turns and steaminess and by the end you may be as torn as she is.
Writing this project was one of the hardest things I’ve done yet as an author. I began the book knowing what man Erin would end with. But when my publisher approached me about pursuing it as a “choose your adventure” style format I jumped on board, not fully realizing how difficult it might be to create plot lines for characters I did not think belonged together. However, by the time I typed “The End” I will admit, I could see her making a different choice. Talk about exercising that writing muscle! It was exhausting and exhilarating and I am told I’ll have my first round of edits in about ten days…so the work starts all over again! The Tap Room will be available in e-format and print.
I hope you enjoy The Rookie (Trent and Lisa), Jockey Box (Erin and Jeff) and XXXMas Ale which is a little trifle for the holidays that feature some new employees at a party….I’ve enjoyed creating this world for you!
I blog at: 
http://www.a2beerwench.com/ AND every Friday (“Liz’s F#@!ing Fridays”) at http://www.breathlessblog.com/
My latest short story: Player Conference, has been purchased by Rebel Ink Press as part of their Claw Mark anthology. I have a trilogy of realtor-based hot romance currently under consideration at another publisher and am presenting it six sentences at a time each Sunday on the brewing passion blog.
Cheers! Drink Craft Beer!
Now here’s an excerpt from the upcoming novella in Sept where you get to choose the path Erin takes.  
Jockey Box tells the story of Erin Brady on a weekend she had planned to work on a final salvation of her marriage to Bradley.  When Owen, her business partner, cancels on her at the last minute, she ends up at a beer festival instead, realizing the futility of the effort.  Jeff Thornton, a potential new brewer for their company, shows up at the last minute, saving the day, feeding her fantasies, but when Owen makes a surprise appearance, choices must be made….THIS choice is “Owen’s”….there are, of course, other paths to be taken—it’s the Reader’s Choice! 
 

From The Tap Room releasing from Breathless Press September 30, 2011

(unedited—all rights reserved)

by Liz Crowe

Owen straightened and took a bold step into the room and saw Erin, arms crossed over her chest eyeing Jeff who’d managed to pull his shirt back on but was lounging in a chair, eating an apple from the fruit bowl on the table where his feet were propped.  He appraised Owen for a moment, eyebrows raised, and exchanged a look with him that let Owen know he, Jeff, had known Owen had stood and watched them before interrupting.

            “So,” he asked as he chewed the apple slowly.  “Who’s minding the store over there if we’re all here together, hmm?” 

            Erin snorted in exasperation, and tossed his shoes at him.  “You are.”

            Jeff looked up in surprise.

            “That’s right sweet cheeks,” she cooed, head cocked to one side.   “I’m taking a shower.  Owen, make us something from the mini bar.  Our brewer will be handling the rest of the event for us, won’t you,” she put a finger on his lips but removed it before he could grasp it in his lips.

Owen nearly laughed out loud as a confused look replaced the extreme cockiness the young man had been sporting not five minutes before.   He watched Jeff eying Erin hungrily as she sashayed out of the room and towards the shower, putting a cool hand on Owen’s fevered cheek in passing.   

“Handle him, would you babe,” she pressed her lips to Owen’s briefly.   Owen patted her ass, and she smiled over her shoulder at him, bringing his heart to his throat before he turned and gave Jeff his marching orders.

            “Oh, and we will discuss it before you decide to go sour on me with a Berliner,” Owen reminded him as he slouched out of the room, referring to the bizarre turn Jeff’s brewing projects had taken.  The kid was damn good, and Owen was not about to lose him but he’d be damned if he’d let the cocky bastard bask in Erin’s glory any longer than she wanted him to. 

            He watched as Jeff gave them one last longing look before walking out the door, then he heard Erin’s humming to herself over the shower and smiled.  Now, finally, now was his chance.  He shed his limp tee shirt and shorts, stepped out of his underwear, nearly tripping in his haste and opened the shower door, quietly, hoping to surprise her.  Drawing in a sharp breath at the sight of the woman he’d been dreaming of for months now, her hands buried in thick auburn hair, as shampoo streamed down her lithe body, Owen felt his resolve flee the room.    Knowing her so well, knowing her strengths and weaknesses, her talents and extreme passion for their company, it all combined to nearly bring him to his knees, now that he was finally–completely, alone with nothing but time to prove how he felt. 

            The mental picture of her with that damn kid tried to intervene, and he shoved it aside, as he reached out to brush his fingertips along her spine, just wanting a small touch, really wanting to watch her, as she went about the mundane business of washing up.  She turned, rubbing the soap from her eyes, and he felt a rush of tenderness, of need to protect her, to erase the worry and stress and all the bad shit that she might encounter. This, he knew, was potentially his downfall with a strong woman like Erin.  He wanted to coddle, and smooth the way and make everything easy for her, but that was not her way, he knew from direct experience.

            She smiled at him; her head cocked to the side, and spread her arms

 “Hey,” she said, as if they weren’t standing there completely naked with the shower water streaming between them, as if his cock weren’t at rock hard attention, nearly painful as he stepped into the shower and took her in his arms.  Her body molded against his, and she raised her lips to him and started to speak.  He put a finger up, just touching her cupid-bow pout. 

            “Shhh…” he muttered, just like the night they’d been caught by Trent and he’d been so ashamed to have put her in that position.  “Don’t talk.  Just kiss me Erin,” and he leaned in to take her lips, to devour her, to have her completely.  His knees were weak when she moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck as the water drenched them, pouring down over their faces, their lips.  Owen ran his hands down Erin’s back, cupping her ass and pressing her up against his erection.  She gasped into his mouth, broke the kiss and leaned her head back, letting the water sluice down her long neck, between her breasts and Owen leaned in to take a small pert nipple between his teeth, biting down a little, before sucking hard, causing her to moan and lift one strong leg up wrap around his waist.  They were close in height it was nearly a perfect fit as his cock throbbed between their bodies. 

            Erin made a sharp movement and suddenly she was backed against the shower’s tiled wall, and Owen place his hands on either side of her, watching as her green eyes glowed with passion.   He was speechless.  Never in his entire life had he felt so strongly about a woman.  He’d worked closely with her for nearly six years, watched as her marriage crumbled beneath her, as her successes for the company increased their sales, bringing with it new sets of challenges, which they all rose to, together.  The water pounded on his back, as he leaned to taste her lips again, pulled her away from the wall, gathering her up, wanting her so much he ached, but wanting even more to satisfy her, to make her come harder and better than Jeff or Trent or that shithead husband ever could. 

            She pulled back and looked at him her face inscrutable. 

“Wait, Owen, I mean…”she gasped as his lips trailed along her jawline and down her neck, nipping at her shower-slicked skin.  “You didn’t want to….you left and have been ignoring me…” He moaned at his own stupidity.

            “I’ve wanted you for years, Erin.  Surely you’ve figured that out by now,” he pulled her leg up and around his torso, wanting to feel every inch of her against him.  She wrapped her arms back around his neck and sighed.  He picked Erin up, and stepped out of the shower, carrying her into the suite’s bedroom never taking his lips from hers. 

            The room was dark, and they didn’t bother with any lights as he laid her down gently, and knelt beside her on the floor, running his hands down her stomach, thighs, calves and feet before moving them back up, watching her writhe and squirm.  She shifted over and Owen eased himself up onto the bed beside her, as she sighed, and he thought he glimpsed the glint of unshed tears in her eyes in the moonlight streaming in from the large window opposite the bed.  He propped himself up on an elbow and ran a hand down her face. 

“What is it,” he whispered.  “I don’t want to ever make you unhappy,” he leaned in to lick the single salty tear that had slipped free and making it’s way down her cheek.

            “I just don’t know, I mean…” she flipped over onto her back and put an arm over her eyes.  “I’ve managed to play the company slut pretty effectively lately,” she spat out, anger in her voice.   “How do I know you aren’t just notching my bedpost for me?”  She turned over away from him. “Jesus, Bradley always accused me of this,” she sobbed.  “Now I’ve managed to prove him right.” 

            Owen was once again rendered speechless.  She actually thought he wanted her just to prove something?  He felt himself getting desperate to prove otherwise to her, and reached out to touch her bare shoulder but she sat up before he could reach her.  Erin crossed her legs and put her face in her hands and Owen watched, helpless and frozen to the spot as her shoulders hitched with sobs and tears ran between her fingers.  He sat on the edge of the bed, unable to process how close he’d been, how ready he’d been to tell how he felt.  That he knew now he loved her, everything about her even her aggravating perfectionist and obsessive tendencies, especially the way her brow would crinkle when faced with some particular distributor aggravation or brewery inventory dilemma.    God why couldn’t he just tell her? 

            He stood, and wrapped a towel around his middle, before kneeling down in front of her, pulling her so she was sitting, still nude, his face turned up to hers.  He wiped the tears from her cheeks again, took both of her hands in his.

 “Look at me Erin,” he demanded but she shook her head, looking away, up at the ceiling, anywhere but at him.  “Goddamn it, I have something to say.  At least give me the courtesy of paying attention,” he held her chin in one hand and turned her to face him.

She snuffled and pulled one hand from his to wipe her nose.  Owen laughed. 

“Way to break the moment, eh girl,” he stood and pulled her to her feet.  He planted a kiss on her forehead.  “I’m not notching anybody’s bedpost, certainly not yours,” he insisted.  “I feel like I know you better than any woman, and while I’d love nothing more than to throw you down and fuck you silly, I, well, I want to say…” he trailed off, words suddenly failing him, unable to finish, unwilling to expose himself to the hurt he’d nurtured in his soul the last time he told a woman this. 

            “It’s OK, Owen, you don’t have to.”

            He took her face in his hands and kissed, long and deep, and she returned it, as the moonlight from the uncovered window streamed over their bodies. 

“Erin,” he said, breaking away.  “I…” 

            She nuzzled into his neck.

 “What?  Oh shit, my phone,” she broke away and grabbed her Iphone, which was buzzing insistently across the marble table behind them.  Owen backed away, frustrated, but also a little relieved.

            “Yeah,” she spat into the phone, shrugging apologies at Owen as he took a seat in the chair Jeff had occupied earlier.  He sighed heavily.

 Jesus, way to delay it Maxwell.  Really.  Nice work.

            “What?  We’re totally out?  Shit, I told that dumb ass Brian to order five for today, didn’t he,” she walked into the bathroom and grabbed the robe hanging on the back of the door, donned it and sat down opposite Owen.  He watched as she demanded to speak with their distributor then half sweet talked, half chewed him a new asshole for not listening to her earlier.  She rested her head in hand a moment.  “Well, OK, shut it down I guess, nothing else to do now, fuck,” she spoke to Jeff again.  “What? Oh, yeah, he’s still here,” she blushed a little.  “Oh, that’s none of your damn business mister,” Owen rolled his eyes as her voice took on a flirty tone.  “No we’ll get you your own room,” she insisted, laughing that laugh that Owen loved so much.  “You know, the grown ups need some alone time,” she winked at Owen and he smiled, unable to muster much enthusiasm for whatever was happening with her right now.  “Yeah, just, um, check in down at the desk, I’ll have your room set for you,” she quickly hung up then dialed the front desk and reserved a separate room for Jeff.    Owen leaned up, placing his elbows on his knees, watching her work. 

            She put the phone down finally, stood, stretched and let the robe fall open revealing her pert breasts and slender frame, the fiery red patch of hair between her legs bringing Owen to his feet.  He took one step towards her, scooped her into an embrace, kissed her before she could talk, and pulled her over to the bed again.  He sat, and pulled her onto his lap, kissing her, hard and insistent, fisting his hands in her thick tresses, needing her, unwilling to let go, or admit his own need.  But damned if he wasn’t going to make her come, and then some, before he was done.  She moaned, and kissed him back, digging her nails into his shoulders before breaking off and leaning back, giving him access to her breasts, and he took first one then the other firm nipple in his mouth, pulling, tugging, sucking until he felt the heat from her pussy spread, could feel her twitching and moistening against his lap.  His cock had leapt to attention again, and was pressed between them, until Erin shifted slightly, so that he found himself slipping inside her tightness, sooner than he wanted. 

“Wait, no,” he gasped, nearly struck dumb with the sensation of being inside her, her walls clenching his length, taking him all the way down. 

            “No,” she hissed between clenched teeth, her voice husky.  “No more waiting Owen.  I want you to fuck me, you said you wanted it too,” she started to move against him, bracing herself on either side of his thighs, pressing her clit against his pubic bone, and tightening herself around him.  He leaned down to suck her nipple again, the sensation of her pussy wrapping him in a soft, firm grip bringing him to the edge faster than he liked. 

            “Oh, yes, just like that,” she whispered, burying her hands in his hair, and moving her pelvis just so, just enough.  The robe she’d been wearing finally slipped down to the floor, as Owen gripped her ass, holding on, pressing her even closer. 

            “Ah, Christ, Erin,” moaned into her skin. 

            “Oh, God, you’re….I’m gonna come,” she whispered and then groaned as her pussy clenched, and he felt warmth flood across his balls.  Owen allowed himself a moment of satisfaction then, as her walls continued to clench at him he grasped her hips and pulled her down hard, before raising her up and bringing her down again, the entire length of his not insubstantial cock buried inside her, and again she raised up, watching his face, a smile on her face willing him to come inside her. 

            “No, it’s too much, I can’t hold back…” he gasped as she increased her speed, slamming her pussy down on his cock again and again, as she shoved him back onto the bed so he was lying down and she had complete control, raising and lowering herself on his shaft.

            “Don’t.  Hold.  Back,” she demanded.  “Come inside me Owen, I want to feel it,” she insisted and he obeyed, holding onto her hips, and grunting with the force of his release.  Erin leaned back, taking his length, feeling him pulse and shudder inside and smiled.  Owen opened his eyes and stared at her, the familiar aftermath of sleepiness taking over his senses.  He lifted her off and pulled her down beside him, yanking the duvet up over their naked bodies in one smooth motion.  She sighed and settled into his embrace, his body spooning hers from behind, his lips planting small kisses against her neck, sleepily muttering in her ear. 

“I love you Erin,” Owen heard himself say, but couldn’t take it back once it was out there.  Her steady breathing told him she was out, had perhaps not even heard him.  He buried his nose in her hair, breathing her in, and drifted away, her warm body pressed against him, his body and mind sated. 
HOT DAMN that was hot!  Okay looks like Liz has made things hard for Erin literally..lol!  I don’t know who she’s going to pick but I’m sure she’ll fun deciding. Again be sure to drop by tomorrow for the quick n’ dirty review of the three short stories in this series so far.  Liz is giving away a copy of one of the books to one lucky reader of the blog!  
Now if you were Liz after reading this who would YOU pick? Do you have a real life story where you had to pick between guys?  Would love to hear it.

 

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5 Responses to “BOOK LOVIN’ BITCHES E-BOOK TOUR – GUEST POST WITH LIZ CROWE”

  1. Kudos to Liz Crowe for writing a choose-your-ending book. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been! I love the premise of the book and can’t wait until it’s available.

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