What I Did On My Writing Vacation

Greetings Liz Fans/followers/creepers/stalkers/others who roll their eyes every time I open my mouth.


I'm on vacation.
The view from my Writing Cave (um, "Verandah" ) this week...gonna get this 4th book DONE! (no excuses)

Yep.


But LIZ, you moan, you were JUST in California!  And you went to Vegas this year too. No Fair!


Au contraire, beloveds.
The Best Margherita Ever. 

You see it has been a solid three years since I did anything resembling a "vacation" so I suppose you could say I am making up for seriously lost time on this "relaxation thing."


Of course, I am doing "relaxation." I sleep a full hour later than usual, get my workouts in the form of long beach walks and/or bike rides along the sea wall, and am bloody well WRITING to my heart's content.


My life has taken an odd turn this spring. But one of the coolest things is that my series The Realtors, is taking off in a huge way thanks in no small part to a great group of readers I found who are loving Jack and the gang and spreading the word to their friends who then tell their friends, etc.  It's fun to watch and interact with my new fans!


And I got that JERR GOLD STAR AWARD for Sweat Equity! People are so pissed off by my characters, but they keep reading....




I am hard at work on a new installment of this series. The Essence of Time (book 4) will publish June 1, and there is a short, hot interim story about a colleague of Jack and Sara's that will release around Derby Day (look it up.)  I have also made a commitment to attend My First Romance Book Convention in June in Tennessee (the one Sherilyn is going to I'm told).  I'll be signing some stuff, giving away more stuff but mostly I want to meet YOU.  Are YOU going???  I'm a little fluttery at the concept.  But I'll be listed amongst the "authors attending" at the site soon...and will share THAT link with you as well.
Maybe I'll move here...not. Way too many bugs

Because I love you people, an short, hot *unedited* (she made me say that) excerpt.  Tell you what, answer the question at the bottom of this (ADULTS ONLY bit) and I'll pick one correct winner to receive a copy of ANY of my backlist books (Realtors if you haven't read them should be your first choice!)
cheers and have a nice holiday weekend (I know I am)
Liz


BEGIN ADULTS ONLY (m/m a.k.a. "man love") EXCERPT HERE:

Rob had been interning the last month down at the Detroit River Brewing Co. for something to do before heading to Chicago and had gotten completely sucked in to the craft microbrewing thing. He'd learned to brew, or mostly to clean up after brewing, best Kyle could tell. And came to their bed redolent of maltiness, astringency from the hops. And Kyle loved it. The night they'd done their first blindfolded play he'd shown up at the loft wearing a huge, slightly sheepish grin, but had winced when Kyle had gripped his shoulder. "What the hell did you do?" Kyle demanded, yanking the soft polo over his blond head. He ran a hand over the angry looking art work marring Rob's perfect shoulder. Fury had shuddered down his spine but he'd kept quiet. Rob was a grown man. Welcome to do what the hell he wanted to himself. "Looks like it hurts." He'd brushed at the twining hop vine, wishing he could take it away. Rob met his gaze, leaned into his lips. Kyle tasted the perfection that was his lover, and decided to let it go. And now, his skin had healed, but he hadn't seen Rob for over a week. And it was making him insane. And horny. He stalked over to the couch, flopped down, ran a hand up his stiff cock. Damn the man. His disappearing acts were beyond frustrating. But he had him tonight, along with Jack and Evan, for their regular poker night. It was Kyle's night to host. He glanced at his phone, automatically counting the hours until he could have the blond god back in his arms again, as he stroked himself to a loud, yet mostly unsatisfying climax.
Rob slid the heavy wood and metal door aside, as Kyle watched from the dark recesses of the room. His nerves jumped like a live wire at the sight of the man—he was letting his hair grow out, and it brushed below the collar of his soft white oxford cloth shirt. "Hey." He called out, tossing his keys onto the antique table top as he took a few steps into the room. "You here?" Kyle stayed quiet, just drinking in the sight of him. His long legs were glad in denim, as usual and although he could see that his hair was shower damp, he still smelled of brewery. Taking a long, deep breath, Kyle rose, took the few feet between them in a few, quick, graceful steps and gripped the man's neck. Rob smiled at him, put a hand to his face.Kyle frowned at him a second, berating himself for the thousandth time to let it go. To not get so damn attached, but all logic and thought disappeared as Rob met him halfway and they went down onto the couch in a tangle of long, firm legs, and torsos.  So much for that, Kyle thought, groaning as Rob pushed him back, yanked his jeans down and swallowed his length. Fisting his hands in the man's soft hair, he whispered, just once. "I love you." Rob stopped as Kyle was on the ragged edge of a monster orgasm, licked his way up Kyle's pebbling skin, biting on each nipple before yanking his hips down to the edge of the couch. Their eyes stayed locked together as Rob rolled a condom down his shaft, and poised, at the edge. "Yes." He grunted. "Now." Rob eased in, slow, using the lube they kept handy filling him as he stroked Kyle's cock at the same time. He pulled back and pressed in again, deeper this time, increasing his hand's rhythm.

NOW, TOWEL OFF AND ANSWER ME THIS: What is the tattoo that Rob had done on his shoulder?