Jul 12, 2017

Blog Tour -- Conditioned by Liz Crowe

A chance meeting. An improbable connection. An exquisite attraction.

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.

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“What are you thinking about right now, bella?” He traced my lips with his thumb. “Talk to me.”

“I’m thinking that I am the luckiest woman in the world.”

“Liar,” he said with a smile. “You’d never think anything so clich├ęd and I know it.”

I shrugged, but I honestly never wanted him to move, to never let go of me, to never stop kissing me. “You are so unbelievably beautiful.”

Gracias. You’re not too bad yourself, guapo.”

“I want us to be together, Melody.”

“We are, silly man.” I put my fingers on the locket. But my heart was doing that weird flippity-flop thing again. Like it had done at our first date, when I’d made us lunch.

He propped his hands propped on either side of my face, but looked away from me, down at our feet. “Listen,” I said, tilting his chin up like he’d done with me, many times before. “I’m going to warn you now—I’m not always a ball of fun. I can be a little, um, bossy. Sometimes I’m moody. I have a bit of a short fuse. It’s the Mexican in me.”

He grinned and pecked the tip of my nose. “Oh, I think you’ll find us pretty well matched in the temper department. As for you being bossy, well…we can balance that out a little bit, I think. If you’re game to let me try.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. The elevator door had given up on us and had shut again. “I’m game to let you try anything.”

“All righty. That’s more like it.” He pressed the button and doors slid open once more. I’d only been in the space for a few seconds before he scooped me up and tossed me over his shoulder. “Trent is feeling very cave man. Cave man want to fuck.” He smacked my ass all the way back to his bedroom.

 I yelped and bounced when he tossed me onto his bed—a giant expanse of green and blue covered softness. I threw pillows at him as he dodged and weaved. When he leapt on me, pinning my wrists over my head, grinding his crotch against me, I growled at him. “Feisty,” he said, shoving his other hand up my dress. “I like it. Now…let’s find something you like, shall we?”

He pressed fingers inside me, keeping his thumb on my clit. I shoved my hips up, not even believing that I could want more, but wanting it nonetheless. He lowered his lips to mine, owning me, possessing me even while giving me what I wanted. I came hard, moaning into his mouth. I flopped back, gasping, my eyes closed as my body pulsed. “How do you do that?” I asked, when he put the fingers he’d had inside me to his lips.

“I’m a bit of a miracle worker. You may call me the orgasm whisperer if you like.”


He let go of my wrists and I took the opportunity to shove him over onto his back. “Now, let’s see what I might have in my magician’s hat for you.” I unzipped him and tugged his jeans down and off. His cock was ramrod hard, jutting upward, a pearl of cum glistening at the tip. I licked my lips and crouched between his knees. “Lay back, whisperer. Let me work.”

Amazon 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.

Don’t ever ask her for anything “like a Budweiser” or risk bodily injury.

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