Summer Time is BEER Time with a HOT Giveaway
Greetings Liz fans, followers, stalkers, creepers and non-haters!
My latest book, CHEEKY BLONDE was released last week from Decadent Publishing and I am so excited about this story of romantic, humorous suspense I am gonna give away a copy or two PLUS a gift box of swag from MY Brewery (the Wolverine State Brewing Co. in Ann Arbor) including a tee shirt, a pint glass, a ball cap. AND a $50 gift card from a local (Ann Arbor based) foodie mail order company called Zingerman's. I'd encourage you to click the live link for them. They are nationally famous having been featured on Oprah, about a million food channel shows and tons of magazine. They ship anywhere from their mail order catalog and I can personally recommend either the Road House Joe coffee or the sweet rolls but it's all good, trust me!
This is a sweet prize pack, let me assure you....and why all this goodness?? Well, CHEEKY BLONDE is not only set in Ann Arbor it's based in a relatively small, start up microbrewery and asks the "what if?" question I love so much as in...."What if you met your hugest rival at a big national beer festival, a guy you were convinced was the Evil Emperor of micro brewing based on mostly hearsay, but found out for yourself that was not quite the case. And what if that guy turned out to be the man you might, possibly love?"
Damn I LOVE This story....So on with the egregious promotional bit (hey this is my blog after all). You gotta answer the question at the end of the excerpt to win!
Cheeky Blonde Blurb:
Violence, intrigue, and passion are brewing in the craft beer world. When bitter rivals Jennifer Baxter and Sean Garrison meet, the notorious and handsome owner of Garrison Brothers Brewing stays true to form, seducing his rival at a national brewer’s convention.Sean arrived at the convention expecting to get down to business, including his stated goal of hiring Jen away from Brick Street Brewery. But the beautiful fellow craft beer expert provides more of a distraction than he expected.
When sabotage strikes their fellow breweries, they unite to solve the mysteries. But fate and rumors brew more than beer as love, lust, jealousy, and misunderstanding collide in a way neither could have expected or anticipated.
Can they overcome the malicious chatter long enough to explore the emotion bubbling beneath the surface? Or will lust fall flat and leave them nothing but memories of the moment that slipped away?
And an NC17 rated excerpt: She pushed open the bathroom door and walked out into the dark room at the bottom of a long flight of steps. Within seconds inside the room, she realized she was not alone.
“So.” A deep voice came from the vicinity of the pool table further out in the room. “Nice event. Well planned and executed. All the right beer yakkers and necessary geeks in attendance and properly fawning.”
Sean Garrison sat perched on a table, elbows on denim-clad knees. He leveled a stare at her through the gloom. Air from the downstairs cold storage streamed across the floor between them, chilling her from the ankles up.
She stumbled back, sending a stack of empty stainless steel beer kegs clanging to the floor. Mortified, she jumped from the mess then shuddered when she sensed him close enough to touch her. Shoulders squared, she faced him and choked back the urge to reach out to him, if only to run a fingertip along his just rolled-out-of-bed stubbled jaw.
“Well, as I live and breathe, Sean Garrison knows who I am, and if I’m not mistaken, has stalked me down to the ladies’ room.” She pulled her hair out of its band and let it flow around her shoulders. “Should I sound an alarm?”
He chuckled, bringing chills to her entire body. She crossed her arms, trying not to clutch at her elbows and give away her anxiety. In one step, he was close enough to put his empty, still cool glass against the skin of her arm. She flushed, irritated at her reaction to him. She was conscious of his body’s heat; the subtle hint of his cologne tinged with the familiar odors of beer. When she leaned back to look into his eyes, their bright blue depths made her blink.
“Oh, um, well, I mean, thanks—you know for the earlier compliment.” She cursed herself.
His other hand traced a line down her arm. She gritted her teeth against the urge to sigh with satisfaction. Someone stomped on the floor above her head and laughter roared through the whole place, a not-so-subtle reminder that a party was going on upstairs. But at this moment, the universe had shrunk to the two of them.
“Sure,” he said, his lips once again too close for comfort. His fingers grazed her skin, the touch zinging straight to her panties. She’d not had such a reaction to a man in years. She fought the urge to shove him away and run up the steps. Mainly because what she really wanted was for him to keep doing what he was doing.
“No need to be alarmed,” he said, backing away a fraction. “Wanted to make sure I paid my respects to the new queen of beer marketing before you left.”
“I suppose this is where I’m supposed to say something that sucks up to the emperor?”
She tried to move back, farther away, before his lips came closer.He smiled but took a few more steps back and leaned on the pool table where he’d been sitting. She mirrored him, taking a seat on an old barstool.
“Yeah, well….” He ran a hand down his face, his smile changing from slightly predatory to rueful. The concept that he might actually be unnerved nearly made her stifle a giggle.
“You know….” He patted the spot on the pool table next to him, indicating she should join him, but she stayed put. He shrugged. “The only thing I would have done differently?”
Jen frowned, already processing her mistakes according to the acknowledged marketing expert.
“More John Q. Beer Public in the place.”
“How in the hell could I have crammed another body in here?” She winced at her defensive tone.
“These guys have a third floor. You could have had your little media circus up there, then kept the entire first floor teeming with the beer geeks raving about your funky little project.”
Bastard was right. Word of mouth was the mantra she’d operated under for five years in this business. How did she overlook it for this important day?
“Shit,” she muttered.
“Then again, what do I know?” He pushed himself up off the table and took her hand. Still too pissed at herself, at the mistake she’d made, it took her a minute to realize he was touching her. Again.“I should—” He started, but seemed distracted all of a sudden. She fixated on his lips—sheer temptation, at once close and far away.“You should what?” Her voice came out barely a whisper to her own ears. The deadly quiet coiled between them, the muted sounds of footsteps and music a distant background to her breathing, which sounded rushed, desperate. “Yeah, well, you know, these things take a lot of planning and I—” She shut up before babbling any more nonsense to keep him from leaving, but he closed the gap between them, exactly like she figured he would, and ran a finger down her face. His thumb passed over her lips.
“Look,” she said, regaining some sense. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but—” She made a small noise of surprise when his lips took hers, smothering all words, thoughts, and logic. Soft, supple yet entirely in control, he tasted delicious, the distinct tang of Cheeky Blonde a ghostly presence on their tongues. She leaned back against the wall and nearly tripped over the empty keg behind her, but he reached out to brace them, curving her into his embrace.
Before she could speak, or protest, or do anything she knew she ought to do to get out of the situation, she reached out, tugged him closer, wrapped her arms around his neck, and met his kiss halfway. He made a sound deep in his throat and ran his hands down her back to her ass, pulling her against him. The sensation of falling down a deep well of forbidden desire forced a swirl of images and possibilities through her brain.
She pulled away, breaking the contact, hoping to get her head straight. He licked his way along her jaw and down her neck. Her sleeveless, low-cut summer shirt gave no resistance when his lips landed at the top of her breasts. When he maneuvered a hand around to open her bra clasp in one swift motion before he pulled the fabric aside to suck a rock hard nipple into his mouth, she groaned, tried to disentangle herself.
“Wait, Sean.” But even as she spoke, she threaded her fingers in his thick black hair. The spun silk sensation exactly as she’d imagined it. “The bathroom, what if…?”
“Had somebody take the sign down. Don’t worry.” He leaned in to nuzzle her exposed breasts. “I put it there to begin with, anyway.”She frowned. He’d arranged this whole scene, followed her downstairs, and had practically lain in wait for her. Now this was one for the diary. The master of the micro-brewing universe had sought her out and had his—she did gasp this time, as he kissed her with such intensity the room spun.
She kept her fingers in his hair and kissed him back. The spark ignited between them centered right in her damp panties. Hesitating about a second, enough time for her brain to remind her exactly what she was doing, Jen propped one foot up on the overturned keg at her feet.
“Mmm…” He mumbled around her lips, his erection a heated rod between them. She reached down, felt its heft under his zipper. She allowed herself a quick second to detach, to watch as the man who most people admired, feared, and hated for his success shoved a thigh between her legs, finally allowing her clit some much needed contact.
“Touch me,” she whispered, and closed her eyes as he shoved her poor excuse for a skirt up and dove inside her soaking panties. Teasing her swollen clit, he leaned in, bracing himself against the wall.
“Give me that nipple.” He growled. She yanked her shirt aside again and clapped her palm over her mouth to keep from moaning when he sucked hard and plunged two fingers inside her. She clutched his arm, angling her hips to give him room. He pressed deeper, keeping his thumb in contact with her engorged nub.
“Now kiss me like you mean it,” she whispered. He lifted his dark head from her breast. Holding her gaze, he pushed up higher, reaching that nerve bundle under her pubic bone, and her knees buckled. His deep midnight-blue gaze never left hers until the moment he obeyed and slanted his mouth over hers.
The orgasm roared up from her core. The vortex that had held her spun once again, making her bite her lip to keep from crying out.
OKAY KIDS: What was Sean's advice to Jen about the debut party?
Can't win if you don't answer the question!
Three Prizes To Win! The contest runs for a solid week....CheersLiz
Oh, and if you CAN'T wait for the giveaway....
Buy links:
ARe
Amazon
Decadent Publishing
Snashwords
My latest book, CHEEKY BLONDE was released last week from Decadent Publishing and I am so excited about this story of romantic, humorous suspense I am gonna give away a copy or two PLUS a gift box of swag from MY Brewery (the Wolverine State Brewing Co. in Ann Arbor) including a tee shirt, a pint glass, a ball cap. AND a $50 gift card from a local (Ann Arbor based) foodie mail order company called Zingerman's. I'd encourage you to click the live link for them. They are nationally famous having been featured on Oprah, about a million food channel shows and tons of magazine. They ship anywhere from their mail order catalog and I can personally recommend either the Road House Joe coffee or the sweet rolls but it's all good, trust me!
This is a sweet prize pack, let me assure you....and why all this goodness?? Well, CHEEKY BLONDE is not only set in Ann Arbor it's based in a relatively small, start up microbrewery and asks the "what if?" question I love so much as in...."What if you met your hugest rival at a big national beer festival, a guy you were convinced was the Evil Emperor of micro brewing based on mostly hearsay, but found out for yourself that was not quite the case. And what if that guy turned out to be the man you might, possibly love?"
Damn I LOVE This story....So on with the egregious promotional bit (hey this is my blog after all). You gotta answer the question at the end of the excerpt to win!
Cheeky Blonde Blurb:
Violence, intrigue, and passion are brewing in the craft beer world. When bitter rivals Jennifer Baxter and Sean Garrison meet, the notorious and handsome owner of Garrison Brothers Brewing stays true to form, seducing his rival at a national brewer’s convention.Sean arrived at the convention expecting to get down to business, including his stated goal of hiring Jen away from Brick Street Brewery. But the beautiful fellow craft beer expert provides more of a distraction than he expected.
When sabotage strikes their fellow breweries, they unite to solve the mysteries. But fate and rumors brew more than beer as love, lust, jealousy, and misunderstanding collide in a way neither could have expected or anticipated.
Can they overcome the malicious chatter long enough to explore the emotion bubbling beneath the surface? Or will lust fall flat and leave them nothing but memories of the moment that slipped away?
And an NC17 rated excerpt: She pushed open the bathroom door and walked out into the dark room at the bottom of a long flight of steps. Within seconds inside the room, she realized she was not alone.
“So.” A deep voice came from the vicinity of the pool table further out in the room. “Nice event. Well planned and executed. All the right beer yakkers and necessary geeks in attendance and properly fawning.”
Sean Garrison sat perched on a table, elbows on denim-clad knees. He leveled a stare at her through the gloom. Air from the downstairs cold storage streamed across the floor between them, chilling her from the ankles up.
She stumbled back, sending a stack of empty stainless steel beer kegs clanging to the floor. Mortified, she jumped from the mess then shuddered when she sensed him close enough to touch her. Shoulders squared, she faced him and choked back the urge to reach out to him, if only to run a fingertip along his just rolled-out-of-bed stubbled jaw.
“Well, as I live and breathe, Sean Garrison knows who I am, and if I’m not mistaken, has stalked me down to the ladies’ room.” She pulled her hair out of its band and let it flow around her shoulders. “Should I sound an alarm?”
He chuckled, bringing chills to her entire body. She crossed her arms, trying not to clutch at her elbows and give away her anxiety. In one step, he was close enough to put his empty, still cool glass against the skin of her arm. She flushed, irritated at her reaction to him. She was conscious of his body’s heat; the subtle hint of his cologne tinged with the familiar odors of beer. When she leaned back to look into his eyes, their bright blue depths made her blink.
“Oh, um, well, I mean, thanks—you know for the earlier compliment.” She cursed herself.
His other hand traced a line down her arm. She gritted her teeth against the urge to sigh with satisfaction. Someone stomped on the floor above her head and laughter roared through the whole place, a not-so-subtle reminder that a party was going on upstairs. But at this moment, the universe had shrunk to the two of them.
“Sure,” he said, his lips once again too close for comfort. His fingers grazed her skin, the touch zinging straight to her panties. She’d not had such a reaction to a man in years. She fought the urge to shove him away and run up the steps. Mainly because what she really wanted was for him to keep doing what he was doing.
“No need to be alarmed,” he said, backing away a fraction. “Wanted to make sure I paid my respects to the new queen of beer marketing before you left.”
“I suppose this is where I’m supposed to say something that sucks up to the emperor?”
She tried to move back, farther away, before his lips came closer.He smiled but took a few more steps back and leaned on the pool table where he’d been sitting. She mirrored him, taking a seat on an old barstool.
“Yeah, well….” He ran a hand down his face, his smile changing from slightly predatory to rueful. The concept that he might actually be unnerved nearly made her stifle a giggle.
“You know….” He patted the spot on the pool table next to him, indicating she should join him, but she stayed put. He shrugged. “The only thing I would have done differently?”
Jen frowned, already processing her mistakes according to the acknowledged marketing expert.
“More John Q. Beer Public in the place.”
“How in the hell could I have crammed another body in here?” She winced at her defensive tone.
“These guys have a third floor. You could have had your little media circus up there, then kept the entire first floor teeming with the beer geeks raving about your funky little project.”
Bastard was right. Word of mouth was the mantra she’d operated under for five years in this business. How did she overlook it for this important day?
“Shit,” she muttered.
“Then again, what do I know?” He pushed himself up off the table and took her hand. Still too pissed at herself, at the mistake she’d made, it took her a minute to realize he was touching her. Again.“I should—” He started, but seemed distracted all of a sudden. She fixated on his lips—sheer temptation, at once close and far away.“You should what?” Her voice came out barely a whisper to her own ears. The deadly quiet coiled between them, the muted sounds of footsteps and music a distant background to her breathing, which sounded rushed, desperate. “Yeah, well, you know, these things take a lot of planning and I—” She shut up before babbling any more nonsense to keep him from leaving, but he closed the gap between them, exactly like she figured he would, and ran a finger down her face. His thumb passed over her lips.
“Look,” she said, regaining some sense. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but—” She made a small noise of surprise when his lips took hers, smothering all words, thoughts, and logic. Soft, supple yet entirely in control, he tasted delicious, the distinct tang of Cheeky Blonde a ghostly presence on their tongues. She leaned back against the wall and nearly tripped over the empty keg behind her, but he reached out to brace them, curving her into his embrace.
Before she could speak, or protest, or do anything she knew she ought to do to get out of the situation, she reached out, tugged him closer, wrapped her arms around his neck, and met his kiss halfway. He made a sound deep in his throat and ran his hands down her back to her ass, pulling her against him. The sensation of falling down a deep well of forbidden desire forced a swirl of images and possibilities through her brain.
She pulled away, breaking the contact, hoping to get her head straight. He licked his way along her jaw and down her neck. Her sleeveless, low-cut summer shirt gave no resistance when his lips landed at the top of her breasts. When he maneuvered a hand around to open her bra clasp in one swift motion before he pulled the fabric aside to suck a rock hard nipple into his mouth, she groaned, tried to disentangle herself.
“Wait, Sean.” But even as she spoke, she threaded her fingers in his thick black hair. The spun silk sensation exactly as she’d imagined it. “The bathroom, what if…?”
“Had somebody take the sign down. Don’t worry.” He leaned in to nuzzle her exposed breasts. “I put it there to begin with, anyway.”She frowned. He’d arranged this whole scene, followed her downstairs, and had practically lain in wait for her. Now this was one for the diary. The master of the micro-brewing universe had sought her out and had his—she did gasp this time, as he kissed her with such intensity the room spun.
She kept her fingers in his hair and kissed him back. The spark ignited between them centered right in her damp panties. Hesitating about a second, enough time for her brain to remind her exactly what she was doing, Jen propped one foot up on the overturned keg at her feet.
“Mmm…” He mumbled around her lips, his erection a heated rod between them. She reached down, felt its heft under his zipper. She allowed herself a quick second to detach, to watch as the man who most people admired, feared, and hated for his success shoved a thigh between her legs, finally allowing her clit some much needed contact.
“Touch me,” she whispered, and closed her eyes as he shoved her poor excuse for a skirt up and dove inside her soaking panties. Teasing her swollen clit, he leaned in, bracing himself against the wall.
“Give me that nipple.” He growled. She yanked her shirt aside again and clapped her palm over her mouth to keep from moaning when he sucked hard and plunged two fingers inside her. She clutched his arm, angling her hips to give him room. He pressed deeper, keeping his thumb in contact with her engorged nub.
“Now kiss me like you mean it,” she whispered. He lifted his dark head from her breast. Holding her gaze, he pushed up higher, reaching that nerve bundle under her pubic bone, and her knees buckled. His deep midnight-blue gaze never left hers until the moment he obeyed and slanted his mouth over hers.
The orgasm roared up from her core. The vortex that had held her spun once again, making her bite her lip to keep from crying out.
OKAY KIDS: What was Sean's advice to Jen about the debut party?
Can't win if you don't answer the question!
Three Prizes To Win! The contest runs for a solid week....CheersLiz
Oh, and if you CAN'T wait for the giveaway....
Buy links:
ARe
Amazon
Decadent Publishing
Snashwords
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