Monday, June 24, 2013

**Release Spotlight & Giveaway ~ House Rules ~ Liz Crowe**

I'm so excited to be spotlighting Liz Crowe's House Rules. This is a prequel novella about Jack Gordon and part of Liz's Stewart Realty series. I have lots of goody-goods for y'all today. I have a guest post from Liz, an excerpt and a giveaway!


You can get House Rules here for FREE!


House Rules by Liz Crowe
Series: Prequel Novella in the Stewart Realty Series
Release Date: June 16, 2013

It takes a wealth of collected experiences, emotions, successes and failures to craft the personality of a true Alpha Male. 

Jack Gordon, real estate broker, licensed builder, Juris Doctorate, has had his fair share of strife. His ability to cope, to fall down and pick himself back up has lead him to a place where he believes he has it all. Friends, money, cars, more women than he can count, and a club in Detroit where he can exorcise his inner demons, fill his days and his nights. 

When he walks up to a penthouse door on a hot Ann Arbor summer afternoon, frustrated, exasperated and ready to call it quits after hours of condo shopping with a wealthy couple, the last thing on his mind is meeting his destiny.

House Rules: The Jack Gordon Story. A prequel novella of the Stewart Realty Series.

You can get House Rules here for FREE!

Guest Post by Liz Crowe
The Soundtrack of Jack

House Rules is the 22nd book I have written. It's a prequel, a back story for a major Stewart Realty character, Jack Gordon, the hero who has his own very popular facebook page. Jack is the sort of guy who, while on the surface appears to be a fairly typical "romance alpha male" is in many ways, not.

I like to read books with characters who have some depth, some motivation, some reasoning for why they are the way they are as adults. All of Jack's "stories" (well, most of them) have been hinted at in the preceding 7 books of this best selling series. But readers have learned about him and his background via other characters' point of view. 

I wanted Jack to have his say, so I gave it to him and will show you that when you meet him at the beginning of Floor Time, a successful real estate agent and broker at 35 with a "black book most men would kill for," he is at the same time a lonely guy, seeking something he can't even put his finger on, having had his fair share of hurt and rejection by women he honestly believed he loved.

If you were to ask him what the "soundtrack" of his life was or what his Pandora radio station includes it would be a mix of Rolling Stones, The Who, B.B. King, Ray Charles, The Temptations, Foo Fighters, The Ramones, The Pretenders, and B-52s, mixed in with a little of today's popular hits like "Blow my Whistle," which he claims makes him feel both old and pissed off that he didn't have that as a theme song growing up. Jack is irreverent, bossy, arrogant at times, but he has worked hard for where he is as an adult, and likes nothing more than a night of poker with the boys, cigars and expensive bourbon - unless it's a night with his wife, ropes, candle wax and nipple clamps.

I hope you enjoy House Rules. For those of you already Jack fans I think it will give you insight into his character especially as we prepare for the crucial novel of the series, Good Faith, this fall. For those of you new to the Stewart Realty scene, it's a fun, free way to meet Jack. I think you will find yourself compelled to read more!

Happy Reading.


The girl he’d been ignoring made a funny, exasperated sound somewhere between a snort and a sigh, breaking his reverie. He glanced at her again and did a double take.

She was curled up on the crappy student lounge couch in a corner of the main law building basement—a place he’d found and scoped out as his own for getting some work done between classes a few weeks ago.

“Yeah,” he said, raking his gaze over her near-perfect form. She had big tits, which were a bonus, but since he was an ass and legs man he waited her out. His newfound inner radar started pinging the second her dark blue eyes met his. “I’m Jack.”

“Hi, Jack. Jenna.” She proceeded to ignore him for a solid hour, and he let her. Because he had already figured something out about Jenna. And knew she’d stick around and chat some more. He smiled when he sensed her nearby, hovering over him. “Um, can you make heads or tails of this?” She pointed to an open passage in her book.

“Maybe. I think I need coffee first. Join me?” He got to his feet and
gathered all of his papers. She watched, her eyes widening, then met his smile with one of her own.

“Yeah, sure, Jack,” she said, lingering over his name in a way that made him gulp as she stuffed her book in her backpack and shouldered it. The look on her face confused him some, but her body was sending clear signals that he intercepted and translated.

They walked, chatting about nothing in particular, and Jack got his first full look at her. She was about five foot four in flat shoes, with a curvy form, packed into nondescript dark denim jeans and red sweater that dipped into her impressive cleavage nicely. Her dark brown hair tumbled around her shoulders and her laugh was low, sexy. It rumbled around in his libido in a way that he recognized.

He’d spent last summer learning something about himself that shocked him at first. Then had settled into his new reality as a sexual Dom with an eagerness that made that first girl who’d invited him to club a very happy camper.

The owner of the small place in downtown Detroit was an older guy, good-looking still, and content to show him the ropes…and the handcuffs…the floggers… the whips and ball gags.  He’d made a project of Jack actually, grooming him, he claimed, for greatness.

He grinned and took a step closer to the alluring, sexy Jenna as they 
stood in line for coffee. He could smell it on her like lingering smoke—her plainas-day willingness to submit to him. She looked up and met his gaze.The moment that should have been awkward made his cock slam into the back of his zipper. He smiled at the sensation. A corner of her full lips tilted up in a way he thought he understood. He figured that was the final sign. He was no expert yet but well on his way. While sensing the sexual energy of every female in a room was sometimes tiring, now that he could channel it, figure out which of them would actually provide him the outlet he required, it seemed that it all led him to this precise moment. And to Jenna.

She leaned closer to him in a way entirely inappropriate for having just met. Yet it was perfect. “I don’t want coffee, really. I’ve been watching you all semester. Let’s go to your place.”

He swallowed hard. Something was off, or shifted to the left, just far enough for him to sense it and hesitate. He looked down into her deep blue eyes. Saw the way her breathing had ramped up. The pulse in her throat caught his gaze, beating, beating. And those lips…dear god they were tempting. 

He forced himself to smile in a friendly, non-committal way. “I don’t know, Jenna. Maybe I’m not ready.” He raised an eyebrow. This was his scene. He was not about to let her call the shots.

“Oh I think you are.” She turned just enough to shield her hand, the one she put right on his crotch.

He didn’t move or shift away. He did, however, narrow his eyes at her on purpose, making sure she got the gist of his displeasure. “I’m not sure I said you could touch me yet. Jenna.” He kept his voice low and slow, but his brain was starting to hum with a familiar sense of rightness. She lowered her gaze, tucked the offending hand back into her jacket pocket, and started to step back.

He gripped her arm, loving the way the heat transferred from her to him, and shot down his spine. “Don’t move.” He glanced around then putting his mouth near her ear, taking in a fresh breath of horny female. “I can sense that you know what I like…Jenna….” Her name felt exotic, unique, on his lips. “But just because you want it does not mean I’m giving it to you. Are we clear?”


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About Liz

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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 a successful author.  

When she isn’t sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or implementing promotions for her latest publications.  Her groundbreaking literary fiction subgenre, “reality fiction,” 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 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.

For more information on Liz Crowe, please visit her website or (her author blog).  She enjoys interacting with her fans on her Facebook author page Information for all of her books, including eBook and print formats (where available), can be 
found on her Amazon author page.  


  1. Woah this Jack sure sounds like as he knows what he want, he seems like such a complex character! Thanks for sharing a great post and excerpt with us!

  2. Jack is a complex character. That's what I love about Liz's books, she writes characters that are real, not just stereotypical romance characters. They are flawed and loving, defiant and humble.

  3. Jack is definitely something else. Very steamy excerpt and that guy on the cover reminds me of Paul Walker. Thank you so much for sharing! Jaclyn @ JC's Book Haven.

  4. Nice! I've read a couple of Crowe's books, and liked them. Thanks for sharing!

  5. Thanks for the book. I am looking forward to reading it and have added the rest of this series to my tbr wishlist.

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