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You’re a mother, a realtor, a brewery expert… how exactly do you find time to write??
Well, my mom days are less fraught, as my kids are 24, 22 and 18 which helps. I could not even begin to imagine writing when they were all underfoot!
I like to tell people that “writing” is my passion, my hobby, the thing I do for fun. I’ve yet to find the lucky moment wherein an agent or big publisher discovers me (but I am working towards that, believe me!) and so selling real estate is my day job. Luckily, I enjoy it so it’s not a hardship for me to walk away from the hobby and engage with all sorts of people buying and selling houses.
As for the craft beer side of things, that life truly did envelop me for several years but has since become less so, for various reasons. I stay involved and helped found a “women in craft beverages” group here in Michigan and am their communications director. I provide marketing and social media consulting for start up breweries. And I am working toward my full Cicerone certification (that’s like a “sommelier” only for beer instead of wine). Again, it’s a hobby and one I really enjoy!
So…to your question, I find time write around things. Real estate can be a job with serious built-in down time—like when I’m at my office waiting for the phone to ring, or at a dud open house. It’s also the sort of job that does not require 9-5 commitment so after a long weekend spent showing, selling, touring, I will many times stick close to my computer on a Monday and bang out a few words.
Tapped is the first book in a new series; how many books are planned for this series?
Right now, I have 3 planned for it but as I tend to write stories with plenty of juicy, novel-worthy secondary characters I think there could be room for at least 2 more. LightStruck, book 2 of the series is with the publisher now and I’m noodling away on Conditioned, book 3.
What’s your favorite type of sex scene to write?
One that does not involved the actual mechanics of sex. I know this sounds weird to some but as a reader, I get more turned on by the right turn of an erotic phrase, the brush of skin in anticipation, the build-up, than the “insert rod A into slot B” and frankly, am tired of all the boring sex in books lately. That is not to say there is not plenty of sex in TAPPED. There is. But I try harder with every book I write to find that perfect balance between sexy and sex.
How does your family feel about your work?
My family supports me 100% even if they get a little frustrated when I’m in Total Forward Writing Mode and forget things, like groceries. And laundry!
If you could give your younger self one piece of advice, what would it be?
Write books sooner in your life so you have more time to perfect your craft.
When wealthy brewery owner Austin Fitzgerald meets sexy saleswoman Evelyn Benedict, angry sparks fly. They seem destined to clash, until a hot hookup in a cold beer cooler changes everything.
For Austin, it’s a life-altering moment that sets him on a path away from his birthright, while Evelyn must face her fears about committing to a man considered the playboy of the micro-brewing world.
The power of preconceived notions nearly tears them apart—until they meet up with brew master Ross, who opens their eyes to a deeper, even more erotic connection. But three strong personalities don’t always make for the best emotional mix and when a simple misunderstanding causes chaos, it’s up to Ross to repair the tattered shreds of their relationship.
Enjoy an Excerpt:
Sensing the heat of Evelyn’s fury as he finalized another large order, he excused himself and made his way toward the restroom. The tuning-fork sensation had morphed into a dull ache centered in his gut, which steadily made its way down to his balls.
When he emerged—after splashing water on his face enough times to calm the hardening in his jeans—he almost plowed straight into her. He gripped her arms to keep her from falling and the impulses that had bounced around in his brain since the morning nearly brought him to his knees. He dropped his hands and looked away, swallowing back the urge to say something, anything, to convince her he wasn’t such a bad guy.
Her voice was flat. He took a step back, stopped only when his butt hit the wall. The space between them filled with near-visible silence, but he didn’t move.
“I don’t know how I’m doing it, but the longer we work together, the more sales I make, and the more you hate me. Clue me in here, Benedict. I thought sales were the goal of the day.” He crossed his arms, holding them close to his chest so she couldn’t gauge how shaky his hands had gotten.
She swallowed, and he watched the exquisite warm peach hue of her skin redden. Admiring the line of her neck, her jaw, the plump fullness of her lower lip as she bit it, a nervous tic he’d love to come to love, if she’d let him, Austin sensed himself falling deeper into a very scary hole. Her ongoing silence took on a life of its own.
“Well? I left my secret-sales-goal decoder ring at home. You obviously have a different agenda for today. I get it. ‘Prove to the rich boy he doesn’t have what it takes’ is fine, but we could have saved some time if you’d just told me first.”
She opened her lips, then pressed them together and shouldered past him. He watched, fascinated, as his hand reached out of its own accord and snagged her arm. She stopped, stared at it, then up at him. When he realized the blue of her eyes was brighter because of tears, he hesitated. Female tears always unnerved him, but his chest tightened in a thoroughly alarming way at the thought of having caused her unhappiness.
He let go. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
In a split second, her beautiful face was within inches of his. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just pissed off. You’ve had that effect on me since I first laid eyes on you, so yeah, I guess I set you up. But apparently, all your country-club, private-school time has been worth it. Bullshitting comes naturally to you. And that’s all this job is. A whole barrel of bullshit.”
She stomped away before he could speak or, even better, grab her and kiss her. The space she vacated quivered with anger. But her crisp perfume stayed in his nose and he had to clench his hands into fists to keep from shoving her up against the wall and kissing her until she saw it his way.
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.