An Unconventional Friday--the Contest Post

Welcome to the TGIF post in which you will learn how you can win a pack 'o prizes in exchange for finding a new favorite book.

No, really, it's that simple.

I'm Liz and I write Unconventional Romance. Worth the Risk. Allow me to offer you a chance to check out one of my books, write a review and be entered to win some cool sh*t!
Oh and if you keep on scrollin' you'll discover something SMOKING HOT and NEW from me.....

STARTING TODAY!
Every time I get 30 NEW reviews on ANY Liz book I'll give away a surprise prize pack to one lucky NEW reviewer/Liz Crowe fan.

Prizes include:
Signed book copies
Gift Cards
EXTRA Scenes uploaded for everyone to read
NEW SCENES from a Love Brothers book
And so much more!

How do you enter?

Simple.
1. Pick a Liz Book. I've got several.
2. Post your NEW review on Amazon and Goodreads.
3. Click here and fill out the form that appears.

Baseline numbers of reviews have been recorded. I'll be keeping a close eye on any new reviews posted. Once we hit the magic number on ANY BOOK, I'll pick a winner and announce on the Liz Crowe Facebook Fan Page ("like" it and make sure you hit the "receive notifications" using the drop-down menu below the large cover photo right now or you risk not getting notified if you win!) If more than one book gets 30 new reviews between now & July 10 I'll keep giving away prizes! No cheating. Your new review must be that: "new" and not a copy of someone else's. I promise you'll enjoy your Liz Crowe reading experience.

IF YOU ARE A LOYAL LIZ FAN AND HAVE ALREADY POSTED REVIEWS PLEASE HEAD OVER TO MY FACEBOOK CHAT GROUP. Just ask to join if you're not already a member. I have NOT forgotten about you! There is a pinned post at the top with YOUR special instructions.

BOTH contests (for new fans and for all you wonderful and amazing existing ones) will run through July 10, 2015.

Check me out. I'll make it worth your while.

(don't stop reading....the HOTNESS is below this little handy informational set of links)In the interest of making it super easy for you to find, procure, read and review your LIZ BOOK, here are handy-dandy links:
NOTE: You don't have to read an entire series to post a review of one book (but you will get hooked on them, guaranteed).
NOTE: Some of these books are FREE and/or WAY CHEAP right now.
NOTE: All the links take you to Amazon but every book except The Love Brothers series is available on B&N/Smashwords and some on Kobo and Ibooks.
BOOKS IN SERIES:
The Love Brothers (3.5 books)
Stewart Realty (8.5 books)
Black Jack Gentlemen (3 books)
Turkish Delights (5 books--some are very short)
STAND ALONES
Vegas Miracle (newly re-released)
Paradise Hops
Honey Red
Cheeky Blonde
Caught Offside 
Healing Hearts
 


And now.....for your reward (as if me giving you prizes for posting new reviews isn't enough!) some Liz "Quick Words" (i.e. they are Unedited and fresh from my fevered imagination and over-eager Muse) from FireBrew, an upcoming release as part of a kick ass bundle of BRAND NEW BOOKS from some of your favorite, best selling authors! I've never tried a "fire fighter story" so I put my Liz spin on it and it's gonna rock your world (kind of like George Lattimer III will do)!

NSFW/Over 18 only/rated XX this is your only warning!


From: "FireBrew," The Liz Style Firefighter Romance, coming soon
All rights reserved.


I made it all the way down to the bathroom and back into my slinky seductress dress and heels before he honored me with his presence. He loomed in the doorway, shirt still unbuttoned, pondering me with a flat expression. “Excuse me,” I said, shouldering past him. He took my hand but I pulled it free. “I’m not in the mood anymore, George. But thanks anyway.”“Listen to me a minute, will you?”“Why?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m here to get laid, get my world rocked, snap off a piece.” I snapped my fingers, which made him flinch. “I don’t want to marry you. Hell you don’t even have to make me coffee in the morning. I’d be gone before you wake up. I’m like, your god damned dream date.” I passed my hands over my breasts to my waist. Watching his eyes darken, I lifted my skirt and put a finger to my uncovered, still damp, sex. “I like to fuck. Something wrong with that?”For some odd reason, a tear slipped down my cheek. I swiped it away, dropped my skirt and headed for the stairs. “I don’t have to beg for it though, doll. I know when I’ve worn out my welcome.” As my foot touched the first step, he tugged me back, turned me and held me close, pressing his lips to my hair and forcing more stupid tears from my burning hot eyes.  The smoke smell soothed me, then pissed me off. I struggled out of his embrace and stared up at him. “You don’t have to do this,” he whispered, letting me run my thumb over his full lower lip. “And you haven’t worn out your welcome. I’m..I’m just…” He stopped and moved back from me, hands on his hips. “Stop trying so hard, god damn it.”  I laughed but was not really amused. “Hard? Oh honey, I don’t have to try at all. That’s why I’m leaving. I don’t need this drama or whatever the fuck it is you’re slinging. I’ll email you the sales agreement. Sign it and agree to his closing date and we’re done.” My heart was whamming against my ribcage, hurting me in way I’d never experienced. “Are we?” He stepped in front of me as I tried to head upstairs. “Are we really?”His kiss shut out everything even the rising fury at his behavior. I felt…consumed by it, held close, protected, and at the same time more turned on than ever. Fumbling and unwilling to take no for an answer, I unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, gripping his length and drawing a sigh from him against my mouth. Dropping to my knees, I took him into my mouth as deep as possible—I have a decent skill set in this area—but found myself actually enjoying it, cupping his balls, with one hand and moaning when he buried his fingers in his my hair. “Stop. Wait,” he said, loudly and obviously not meaning it. I rose, swiped my lips with the back of my hand and pushed him so he dropped onto the bed. His eyes seemed almost haunted, as he watched me drop to the floor again and resume my position.  His hips moved, up, shoving more into my mouth, gagging me a little but at that moment, all I wanted was one thing. I pulled out all the stops. The light scrapes of my short fingernails along his balls, the stealthy finger tip towards his ass. My body was on high alert and I thought I might very well join him I was so intent on this mission towards a single goal. Which I achieved within a few minutes. His roar of satisfaction made me shiver all over as I swallowed, then sat back on my heels, admiring everything about him from his broad shoulders, closed eyes, and long, wet dick still pulsing and twitching from my efforts. I got up, towering over him in a way that seemed strange to me. He opened his eyes, then narrowed them when I smiled. “Now we’re done.” I snagged a tissue from a box at his bedside, touched it to my lips and tossed it onto his heaving chest. “I’m a giver, don’t you ever deny it. Watch your email George and thanks for the interesting times this week. Have a nice life.” Not giving him a chance to reply, I ran up the stairs to the deck, swallowed my urge to panic, and climbed up onto the dock.After sending a quick text to a cab company I trusted, I leaned against his SUV, shaking and bawling like a baby, willing him to come out here and take me back inside while at the same time, praying he would not. He didn’t.