Floor
Time
The
Stewart Realty Series
Book
1
Liz
Crowe
Genre: Romance / Family Saga
Publisher: Tri Destiny Publishing
Book
Description:
Jack Gordon is
Ann Arbor's most delectable bachelor. At age thirty-five, he's made millions as
a top-selling Ann Arbor real estate broker and has the right connections to
close a deal by any means necessary. With his rugged good looks and compelling
personality, he has a virtual black book most men would kill for and he uses it
often, never settling for one woman for very long.
While his D/s
past remains buried, exactly where he wants it, an undercurrent of boredom and
dissatisfaction runs through his life now. A disastrous experience years
earlier made him swear off the whole scene, but the more Jack suppresses his
natural Dom, the more his frustration grows.
Sara Thornton, a
rookie in the real estate game, has fast-tracked herself to the top of the Ann
Arbor market. Her life reflects a disciplined and focused routine, exactly the
way she wants it. However, as her career takes off, the fulfillment she seeks
remains inexplicably out of reach. The one thing she knows for sure, she will
not join the Jack Gordon groupies in her company, no matter how tempting that
might seem.
A chance
encounter and a difficult transaction throw Jack and Sara together and the
sparks fly high and hot and often. Forced to confront the compulsions that gain
momentum with each sizzling hookup, their relationship seems to spiral out of
control until Jack finally admits what he needs, and shows Sara what she's been
missing.
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Excerpt
Two o’clock became two forty-five with no guests. No big surprise. She made it through half of her water and a few chapters of the latest hot vampire novel she’d brought with her to pass the time. Bored, she got up to walk around when she saw a car pull into the long gravel drive.
Two o’clock became two forty-five with no guests. No big surprise. She made it through half of her water and a few chapters of the latest hot vampire novel she’d brought with her to pass the time. Bored, she got up to walk around when she saw a car pull into the long gravel drive.
She
watched as Jack unfolded his tall frame out of the Corvette and walked around
to reach into the passenger’s seat. It struck her that she had never seen him
in anything but a suit, or at least dress pants, shirt, and tie, as she admired
his ass in the dark jeans. He looked good enough to eat. But panic replaced her
blooming desire.
What
was he doing at her open house? Was there a problem with their deal?
She
glimpsed a shopping bag from the local organic chain grocery in one hand. He
grinned at her, lighting up his arresting eyes. Her breath caught in her
throat.
Shit.
She
had made a vow to herself she would not get caught up in the Jack Gordon
whirlwind. However, here she was, high and mighty, and yet about to explode
with need for his lips on hers.
Double
shit.
“I
thought you might be lonely all the way out here and we should have a picnic.
What do you say?” He made his way to the front door. He wore a plain burgundy
t-shirt, jeans that hugged his front as nicely as his rear, and driving shoes.
Momentarily blinded by lust, she fought the impulse to pull him into the foyer
and make him fuck her until she was spent.
Nice,
very nice. The guy brings you a picnic and you want to skip right to the
after-play?
Turning
on her heel she headed back into the house without even responding to his
suggestion, assuming he would follow her. Sara realized she had to get control
of herself before talking or her voice would surely betray her. She glanced at
her watch. Three p.m. – she had to focus on her job for one more hour. Let him
wait.
“Don’t
you have an open house of your own?” She sounded a tad more irritable than she
intended.
“Nope.”
He walked right into her personal space, brushed her hair out of her face and
kissed her. His firm lips remained noncommittal. She shivered as he kept his
hand on her neck under her hair. He caressed her almost absentmindedly as he
looked around at the house.
“Well,
the view is great,” he admitted as he strode into the front bedroom suite. Sara
watched as he walked out of that room and took in at the high cathedral
ceilings made of light ash wood. Then he whistled, picked up his grocery bag,
and walked into the kitchen complete with new gleaming stainless steel
appliances and white tile floor.
“Nice,
but it’s sort of cold in here, isn’t it? Maybe some color, flowers or
something, would help?”
“Fuck
off, Jack. I don’t need your help. Why are you here, anyway?”
“Easy,
tiger, easy.” He leaned on the countertop. “I know you know what to do. I can’t
help it. It’s second nature for me to say something about the house first.”
Sara caught herself clenching and unclenching her fists, and stopped.
Damn
the man, anyway.
She
couldn’t even stay mad at him. She slumped against the doorframe.
“It’s
a shit listing. I don’t get any showings and hardly any new buyers from these
open houses. The sellers couldn’t care less that it sits here and gets stale.”
She sighed, then relaxed, only to have her desire for him rush over her like a
tidal wave. He attended to his grocery bag and began setting stuff on the
counter.
“What
the hell am I going to do when a guest shows up, Jack? Put that crap away.”
“It’s
okay, babe, we’ll just say we rolled out the red carpet for your potential
buyers with these nice strawberries and this cream.” He pulled the last
container from the bag with a flourish.
“You
are insane, you know that?” She stared at the array of stuff on the counter.
“You
won’t think that when I show you this amazing bottle of wine I found. I forgot
I had it.” He pulled out a green bottle with a French label of some sort, two
wine glasses, and a corkscrew.
“Um,
yeah, well, I’m not really comfortable doing this here. I mean, it’s not my
kitchen.” Sara gulped as she took another step away from him to get his smell
out of her nose.
“Sure
it is.” He worked the cork out, allowing her to admire the amazing definition
of his arms. “I’ll bet you’ve spent more time in this fucked-up house with its
million-dollar view than you have in your own house since you listed it. I
mean, you do opens, you refill sales brochures, you check on the lawn – what
else? Tell me I’m wrong.” He pulled the cork free, splashed some golden liquid
into each glass, and handed one to her. By the time he’d completed the task,
Sara had made her way nearly six feet away from him.
“Baby, I don’t
bite,” he said, holding out the glass to her.
She
surged forward, as if to prove she wasn’t afraid, grabbing the glass as she
passed.
“Thanks.
Never had a happy hour at an open house.”
Sweat
Equity
The
Stewart Realty Series
Book
2
Liz
Crowe
Genre: Romance / Family Saga
Publisher: Tri Destiny Publishing
Book
Description:
Jack Gordon
thought he’d finally made it. He had a wildly successful career, money in the
bank and even returned to his life as Dom, putting an end to a string of
unfulfilling sexual encounters. Now that he's made the ultimate commitment to
Sara Thornton, he believes all is right in their world. However, a series of
misunderstandings and a dose of self-fulfilling prophesy bring his perfectly
crafted house of cards tumbling down around him, forcing him to confront
lingering misgivings about marriage and trust. Could those be the only two
things he can never achieve?
Sara struggles
with her intense need for Jack and her desire for less volatility in her busy
life, two goals which appear to be mutually exclusive. Although willing to put
in the time and emotional effort to make their relationship work, she finds it
futile and frustrating, littered with clashes thanks to near-identical
personalities and temperaments. Given Sara’s history, easing back into the
comfortable status quo becomes easier than fighting a war with the one person
who should be her safe haven. But will the easier choice satisfy her the way
only Jack can? Is her "war" one that comes from without or within?
Buffeted by
circumstance, temptation and distraction, Jack and Sara’s tenuous relationship
crumbles, sparking a continuous quest for the ever elusive: trust, love and
acceptance. By the time they rebuild a foundation for renewal, fate has other
plans. This leaves them both reeling, once again questioning their destiny.
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Excerpt
Jack watched his now ex-fiancée screech out onto the quiet street, sipped his bourbon and relished its slow lubrication of the horror at what had just happened. He sank back into the chair and glared at the fucked up still life of the condom and ring together on the table.
Jack watched his now ex-fiancée screech out onto the quiet street, sipped his bourbon and relished its slow lubrication of the horror at what had just happened. He sank back into the chair and glared at the fucked up still life of the condom and ring together on the table.
“Happiness
Thwarted” he could call it, or even better, “In Which Jack Is a Dumb Ass.” The
purple foil packets stacked next to the nearly twenty-thousand-dollar hunk of
metal and compressed coal he’d put so much faith in just a few months ago.
“Goddamnit.”
He swept the whole mess onto the floor. His usual method of instant spin
control had abandoned him. He had nothing, remained a hollow shell, scraped
clean, raw and pulsing like a six-foot five-inch exposed nerve ending.
The
fucking condoms.
He’d
left them there from over a year ago. From when he’d taken that crazy-ass
blonde bitch of a client away for a weekend. The weekend she tried to convince
him to marry her. But he’d already met Sara by then. So, he had fucked the
woman six ways to Sunday then dropped her at her house, his mind and heart elsewhere.
Oh,
the bitter irony of the situation did not escape him. Vegas had been fun, sure.
He’d flirted like crazy and let some ladies buy him drinks but he went to bed
alone every single night without a single qualm or regret. He hadn’t talked to
Sara that week, but he’d been busy, serving on countless panels and attending
dozens of stupid glad-handing receptions. When he wasn’t doing that he’d played
Texas Hold ’em and lost his ass with gleeful abandon. He’d had his mind firmly
fixed on the future. With Sara. He’d even entertained a pretty out-there
fantasy of her beautiful body, swollen and full with their child.
“Oh
fuck.” His face and eyes burned. His throat closed up. The room spun. He had to
get her back.
How?
Was he even worthy?
No,
he wasn’t. But he didn’t care.
Jack
got up, retrieved the expensive ring from the floor and set it on the front
hall table with his other stuff. His heartbeat pounded at the sight of it.
Anger followed close on the heels of despair. The house echoed with silence. He
knew what he needed. Picking up his smart phone he quick dialed his friend,
Suzanne.
“Hey,
Jack, what’s up?”
“I
need to talk.”
“Where
are you?” The noise of her beer bar receded, so he assumed she must have walked
into the brewery.
“Home.
But I’m coming over. You gonna be there?”
“Well,
I wasn’t, but I’ll stick around.” Silence spun out between them before she
spoke again. “You did it, didn’t you?”
Jack
dragged a hand through his hair. He knew exactly what she meant. “Yeah. I did.”
“Oh
hell.” The ensuing silence deafened him. He trusted Suzanne more than he
trusted just about anyone, except her business partner, who was currently on
the West Coast at some beer conference. “C’mon over, you fucking idiot. I’ll
buy you a beer.” Jack slumped against the wall, relieved to have somewhere to
go, sick to his stomach and emptier than he’d ever felt in his entire life.
Closing Costs
The Stewart Realty Series
Book 3
Liz Crowe
Genre: Romance / Family Saga
Publisher: Tri Destiny Publishing
Book Description:
Love conquers all? Not likely, according to Sara Thornton. She's spent eight years coming to terms with the new parameters of her life while resigning herself to the idea that “happily ever afters” are best left to fairytales. Sales manager for her successful real estate office and juggling an added element of responsibility she never thought she'd face, Sara continues to struggle with the men in her life. Love, for her, has only meant hurt, broken trust and anger; all of which she’s completely banished from her life, so she claims.
Jack Gordon has come a long way since his early days of obsession with Sara. As the general manager of Stewart Realty, his own level of responsibility for the well-being of others has ramped up. He’s even honed his caretaking skills, now that he has someone who loves him unconditionally.
Continuing to invest effort and rebuild their relationship, he and Sara grow close as friends. Despite this, his ultimate question remains unanswered; the one he keeps asking, no matter how many times she says no. Sara isn't prepared for the keen focus of his need--to have her back, once and for all. Her stubborn resistance nearly rips both lives apart.
The epic conclusion to The Realtors series, Closing Costs brings Jack and Sara truly full circle. Proving that the heat of lust and obsession; the need for control and to be mastered in many areas of life can lead to love —surprising you when you least expect it – if you will only allow it.
The Stewart Realty Series
Book 3
Liz Crowe
Genre: Romance / Family Saga
Publisher: Tri Destiny Publishing
Book Description:
Love conquers all? Not likely, according to Sara Thornton. She's spent eight years coming to terms with the new parameters of her life while resigning herself to the idea that “happily ever afters” are best left to fairytales. Sales manager for her successful real estate office and juggling an added element of responsibility she never thought she'd face, Sara continues to struggle with the men in her life. Love, for her, has only meant hurt, broken trust and anger; all of which she’s completely banished from her life, so she claims.
Jack Gordon has come a long way since his early days of obsession with Sara. As the general manager of Stewart Realty, his own level of responsibility for the well-being of others has ramped up. He’s even honed his caretaking skills, now that he has someone who loves him unconditionally.
Continuing to invest effort and rebuild their relationship, he and Sara grow close as friends. Despite this, his ultimate question remains unanswered; the one he keeps asking, no matter how many times she says no. Sara isn't prepared for the keen focus of his need--to have her back, once and for all. Her stubborn resistance nearly rips both lives apart.
The epic conclusion to The Realtors series, Closing Costs brings Jack and Sara truly full circle. Proving that the heat of lust and obsession; the need for control and to be mastered in many areas of life can lead to love —surprising you when you least expect it – if you will only allow it.
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Excerpt
Once Jack and Sara had eased back into a wary friendship, the entire Stewart Real Estate Company rejoiced because it meant fewer fraught upper management meetings. Jack Gordon was a hard-ass leader, tough, firm, driven and with high expectations of everyone around him. He had turned the brokerage around. But for almost a year he’d been impossible to work with – antsy, quick tempered, never seeming to leave the office even to sleep or eat except on Tuesdays and Thursdays – the days he had Kate at his house.
Once Jack and Sara had eased back into a wary friendship, the entire Stewart Real Estate Company rejoiced because it meant fewer fraught upper management meetings. Jack Gordon was a hard-ass leader, tough, firm, driven and with high expectations of everyone around him. He had turned the brokerage around. But for almost a year he’d been impossible to work with – antsy, quick tempered, never seeming to leave the office even to sleep or eat except on Tuesdays and Thursdays – the days he had Kate at his house.
Their
conversations lasted long into the night nearly three or four times a week and
between sorting through work issues and discussing theories of raising a
successful future woman, they’d drifted into more personal details.
“So…”
she’d asked at one point, needing to know but dreading the answer at the same
time. “Have you, um, moved on, like I told you to?”
“Since
when do I do what you tell me?”
She’d
shivered at the sound of his voice. It had compelled her in so many ways, for
good and bad. She needed to hear it, like she needed to drink water.
“Never
mind.”
“And
you? Find a new boyfriend yet?”
“Yeah,
in all my spare time, I’m out clubbing, picking up guys.”
“Well,
there is the internet.”
“That’s
sick. You gonna answer me?”
He
sighed. “I’ve been down at the club again. Playing.” Sara shut her eyes.
“Why
didn’t you ever take me there? I would’ve…”
He
cut her off. “You weren’t ready and every time I thought you were, you’d scream
at me to get the hell out of your life, if memory serves.”
“Yeah,
I guess so. We sure are good at bad timing, aren’t we?”
“Uh
huh. You, my dear, are the queen of overreaction. But I still love you.”
Her
scalp had tingled and she snuggled down in the covers. “Don’t know why. I’m a
real bitch, I hear.”
He
chuckled and her thighs tightened at the sound. “You horny, baby? That what
this is about?”
She’d
bitten her lip. “You psychic?”
“Only
as relates to you.”
“Good
night Jack. See you tomorrow.”
“Wait
– let’s have phone sex. It’ll be fun.”
It
had been her turn to chuckle. “You are so…”
“Blue-balled?
Seriously Sara. I may be messing around downtown but I don’t…I can’t…oh hell
why am I telling you anyway. You’ll just gloat.”
“No,
I won’t. Tell me.”
“Another
time. When you’re on your knees, begging me.”
“Dream
on.”
“No,
you will be.”
She’d
shuddered, her whole body on fire now with need for his hands, his lips, his
voice. “Stop it.”
“I’m
not doing anything.”
She’d
sighed, realizing the hopelessness of her whole relationship with him.
About
the Author
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 for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more character-driven fiction, while remaining very much “real life.”
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.
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 for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more character-driven fiction, while remaining very much “real life.”
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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PRAISE FOR THE
ORIGINAL STEWART REALTY TRILOGY
“The sizzling
power of attraction and the sexiness of a take charge Alpha male attitude is
incredibly written by this talented author.”-- Romancing The Book
“The chemistry
felt between the characters is nothing short of electrifying. I was struck by a range of emotions while
reading this novel, I love a read that can toy with my emotions but not leave
me feeling emotionally devastated!”-- Flirty and Dirty Book Blog
“This series,
especially Sweat Equity, is emotional, hot and realistic. There are lots of break-ups
and A LOT of make-ups. I urge readers to pick this book up, but only after
reading the first book, Floor Times, in this amazing series. The cliffhanger in
this book will make you want to throw your Kindle or paperback. But you will
immediately rush to get the third book in this series.”-- Cocktails and Books
“Once again,
kudos to Liz Crowe's writing on CLOSING COSTS for the happily ever after that
was long coming for Jack and Sara. I found myself frustrated, anger and also
teary-eyed because I just wanted to see them together and start living their
life as a happy family. I truly loved this book even with all the complications
of the lives of the characters but that is the beauty of it: It is so realistic
that you can see it happening, unfolding right in front of your eyes.”-- The
Romance Reviews
“Crowe's writing
is so realistic and enjoyable, I found myself alternating between extreme
frustration, tears and happiness. I literally could not put the book down and
read it all in one sitting. This is a book I will read more than once.”— *Most
Helpful Amazon Rated Review by Amazon User My Book Addiction and More
“I positively
enjoyed this book, especially the characters, which were appealing and
well-developed–and the writing which impressed me from the first page.”--
Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
“What Worked
Just. About.
Everything. That’s not to say life was beautiful all the time, but there wasn’t
a single moment where I was upset with this read.”-- All Romance Reviews
“Be prepared to
read non-stop as the adventure continues and leaves your jaw dropping for more.
I 100% recommend this book that has left me anxiously waiting for the next
installment. The characters are so amazing and well developed and the
situations they experience evoke so much emotion. I could not stop reading this
book because it was that addicting!!!”-- *Most Helpful Amazon Rated Review by
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Read
the rest of the series Available on Amazon
-including an anthology that has Floor Time/Sweat Equity/Closing Costs all in
one PLUS “House Rules” the Jack Gordon prequel.
ESSENCE
OF TIME (Stand alone novel or book 4)
CONDITIONAL
OFFER (book 5)
MUTUAL
RELEASE (Stand alone novel or book 7)
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FAITH (Stand alone “final” novel or book 8)
HOUSE
RULES (The Jack Gordon Prequel)
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The
Craig & Suzanne Story
It is highly
recommended that you read book 4 (Essence of Time) before this one.
Book
Description:
Craig Robinson and Suzanne Baxter had no reason to meet, no real excuse to be friends. But when heart calls to heart...blood to blood...should two people who seem destined to be together heed the spin of Fate's wheel?
Craig Robinson and Suzanne Baxter had no reason to meet, no real excuse to be friends. But when heart calls to heart...blood to blood...should two people who seem destined to be together heed the spin of Fate's wheel?
Craig spent
years floating through life on cruise control, using directionless jobs, his
rock band, swimming, and a string of older women in his bed to smother feelings
of loneliness and loss. He finally thought he had found his true love in one
Sara Thornton -- A sexy, beautiful, fellow real estate agent and mentor. But
his self-doubt and innate sense of failure is only reinforced when he realizes
her heart belongs to another man.
When Sara
introduces him to Suzanne, a woman fighting her own demons from an abusive
marriage and subsequent feelings of inadequacy and deep unhappiness, that
simple, chance moment snaps Craig's hazy existence into crystal-clear focus. A
bond of instant physical attraction, nurtured by time and shared experience,
and plenty of erotic energy, is born.
As Suzanne's
past continues to haunt her, making her push Craig away just as he thinks he’s
getting closer, each of them must come to terms with their true selves and face
their ultimate realities.
Excerpt
"Hey,"
Suzanne said, looking up from her laptop. "What's up?"
Craig
gulped, stuck his hands in his suit trouser pockets. His voice seized up, his
throat felt as dry as a bone. He took a look at her, her small frame encased in
jeans and a brewery tee shirt, tendrils of dark red hair curled around her
neck. He was more consumed with nervousness. She looked up at him again, her
gaze neutral and expectant, polite.
"I,
uh, thought I'd take you up on the brewery tour offer. You know if you're not
busy."
He
suppressed an inward groan at how incredibly lame that sounded.
"Never mind." He sank into a bar
stool across from where she stood behind the bar.
She
shut the computer, leaned on her elbows and smiled at him. His heart skipped a
beat. Typically, a hot woman would intrigue him, make him want to flirt,
impress and ultimately seduce. Suzanne brought out a completely new feeling in
him – one he didn't understand and that scared him practically shitless. But
he’d come here again, unable to stop himself.
"Here."
She handed him a beer and walked away. He was mesmerized by the sway of her
hips but tried to force his usual A-game down under a layer of chivalry. One
thing he'd never been around women was tongue-tied. Yet, there he was, smiling,
and slamming down half the beer she slid across the bar at him while she talked
with the bar manager and put all her stuff away.
She
glanced at him once, a puzzled look in her eyes. He shrugged, smiled and forced
his eyes up to the television and away from her.
After
about fifteen minutes of messing around behind the bar, chatting with other
customers and other diversions, she was back in front of him, leaning in, way
too close for his comfort. He sat back, sipped and tried to ignore her.
"And
so," she said, sipping her own beer. "A tour, huh?"
"Yeah,
well, you mentioned it last time and I thought…." He heard his voice trail
off, and started to stand and leave—anything to escape the horror of his
lame-ass behavior. But he couldn't. Not when she leveled that intense gaze at
him. He had to clench his fists to stop himself from touching her hair, from
pressing his lips to that sweet spot just near her ear. He blinked.
"Um
sorry? What did you say?"
She
leaned her head back and laughed, making him tingle all over.
"I said, you adorable thing you, if you
want a tour, then follow me."
She lifted the service arm and came out from
behind the bar. He sat back, unsure what to do now, but wanting more than
anything to follow her wherever she went. Something about her was so
compelling, so tempting and so right. He smiled, and grabbed his glass.
She
stepped into the brewery, holding up the superficial chain barrier between it
and the Tap Room. He ducked under and listened as she launched into what was
obviously a well-practiced spiel. He sipped, looked around, and pointed to a
glass jar of small candies.
"Hey, are those M&Ms?" He walked
over to a tall, makeshift worktable.
She
followed him putting her hand over his when he started to take the lid off the
giant container.
"No, Reese's Pieces." He looked at
her, loving the feel of her palm on his hand. "They're mine. I'm an
addict." She shrugged and stepped away.
"So
give me the real story here Suzanne. I mean, you guys are successful, rolling
in dough, expanding twice inside ten years. All is great?" He lifted the
lid and scooped a handful of the peanut butter candies.
She
sighed and held out her hand. He put one chocolate covered morsel in it. She
glared at him, ate it, and seemed to relax, for the first time since he'd
arrived, dropping her façade of business woman in control. He stood close to
her, held out his hand and gave her a few more candies.
"It
sucks sometimes, but I wouldn't do anything else. I love it."
"It
sucks. And you love it," he repeated, crunching down on the chocolate
peanut butter morsels. "Damn I haven't had these in years. I forgot how
good they are."
"I
know," she said, holding her hand. "So, Craig, why are you here,
really? You obviously don't give a shit about my standard brewery tour."
He
seized up a half a second, then pushed away from the table and grabbed more
candy from the jar.
"How do you work here anyway? With these
damn things around all the time…Jesus." He popped a few more in his mouth.
She
joined him, perched on a backless stool nearly right under his arm. He started
to move away from her, but then didn't. She put the lid back on the jar.
"I have to keep it stocked, that's the
only rule. Because I eat the most of them, I guess. You gonna answer my
question, or what?"
He draped
his arm around her shoulder and they munched on candy like little kids.
"I came to see you," he said
suddenly, needing her to know.
"I
figured," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I'm glad you
did."
Coming soon:
NET WORTH (Good Faith sequel)
EXCLUSIVE AGENCY (The Sara/Blake Thornton Prequel)
NET WORTH (Good Faith sequel)
EXCLUSIVE AGENCY (The Sara/Blake Thornton Prequel)
***GIVEAWAY***
1 $25 Amazon gift card.
2 audiobook (Audible) downloads of Floor Tim.
1 set containing one copy of each of the three books in the series (winner’s choice of formats – mobi, ePub, PDF).
1 set containing one copy of each of the three books in the series (winner’s choice of formats – mobi, ePub, PDF).
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Love the story and the cover is very clever .
ReplyDeleteThis setting is unique! I love that!
ReplyDeleteI loved reading the excerpt.
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sounds good.i enjoyed the excerpt
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