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Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Blog Tour: House Rules by Liz Crowe - Guest Post, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Today I am super excited to have author Liz Crowe on the blog today as a guest blogger. If you follow the blog on Facebook or Twitter then you know that I have a deep respect and fondness for Liz's books because of their honest portrayal of life, lust and love. Though not for every one, I can guarantee that once you read a Liz Crowe book, you'll never forget it! So sit back, read on and don't forget to check out House Rules, the Stewart Realty novella and back story on lovable bad boy Jack Gordon.

Earning It
By Liz Crowe

The biology vs. environment argument about how human adults become what they are is an old one. I believe, like many do, it’s a combination of the two. You are either hardwired to work hard and succeed, or to be a musical or otherwise prodigy, or the person who does just enough to get by because, frankly, that’s all you require of yourself. But you are also raised by someone or ones whose job it is to mold you into a responsible adult—and their motivational strategies do not always come in the form of “congratulations for participating in the game” medals and 2nd grade “graduation” ceremonies of near constant, obsessive positive reinforcements.

I do think that my generation (born in the late sixties and raised on a diet of rapidly advancing technologies that allows my smart phone to do the work of something like a dozen different devices I once had to use) is at the leading edge of a laziness curve that even as a parent of older teens alarms me.

“Kids today” truly do believe they are entitled to things they haven’t earned or even worked that hard to achieve. Parents hover over teachers and coaches, demanding their kid get grades and playing time totally un-earned. And those kids then loiter around, with their hands out for car keys, money and clothing that they honest-to-God feel are “their right” to be given, no questions asked, no demands on their time made.

I did have chores, housework and things expected of me as a kid and a teen. I was taught, or subsequently learned via trial by fire that NOTHING worth having is free or even easy, unless being unemployed, obese and bitching about “the man keeping you down” is worth having I suppose.

I will admit to being the perpetrator of bad behavior on the part of my kids, allowing them to forgo chores in the name of practice, homework, a social life. Shame on me, frankly because these lessons are ones parents are tasked with along with the feeding, the clothing and the sheltering. I have no solution for this, but have talked with my now older kids about it and told them, flat out, that I think I failed them in that department. I was no helicopter parent. But I did not demand the sorts of responsibility from my kids that was expected of me.

Jack Gordon, the main character in HOUSE RULES (and the entire Stewart Realty series in one way or another) did not have a horrible life but it wasn’t a fluffy cakewalk either. Raised by a demanding single father after the sudden death of his mother, he was told at an early age he would “earn his keep” once he was old enough to work. Which he did, earning his builder’s and electrician’s licenses by the time he was 18 and headed to college, then to law school. He is a single-minded guy—and lets his own inner competitor drive him to be better, stronger, and, yes, wealthier ultimately than most everyone around him.

Jack is driven in ways that sometimes feel negative and will manifest once he has kids of his own to manage. But by offering this (free or drastically reduced) peek into his early life and motivation via the House Rules novella, I hope that you, either as a current fan of his or a new one, will grow to love him as a human, not necessarily as a fantasy super alpha male, although he certainly could be considered that—if you did not know him the way I do!

Happy reading!

It takes a wealth of collected experiences, emotions, successes and failures to craft the personality of a true Alpha Male

Jack Gordon, real estate broker, licensed builder, Juris Doctorate, has had his fair share of strife. His ability to cope, to fall down and pick himself back up has lead him to a place where he believes he has it all. Friends, money, cars, more women than he can count, and a club in Detroit where he can exorcise his inner demons, fill his days and his nights.

When he walks up to a penthouse door on a hot Ann Arbor summer afternoon, frustrated, exasperated and ready to call it quits after hours of condo shopping with a wealthy couple, the last thing on his mind is meeting his destiny.

House Rules: The Jack Gordon Story. A prequel novella of the Stewart Realty Series.

Note: This novella is FREE at SIZZLIN' BOOKS and .99 at the following retailers:

Warning: The following excerpt is rated "R" for content/language
“Jack!” He heard his name, rolled over, tried to hug her close. But his hand found air. “Jack! God damn it.” Something hit his head, and then again.

“Cut it out.” He grabbed at it, still half asleep, aching deep in his muscles, his cock raw and sore under the sheet. “Go the hell away.” Once he realized he was in his own bed without Mindy to curl around and mess with, his mood darkened immediately.

The whole of the last few weeks had been a blur, but a pleasant one. Until recently, when Jack had been getting a distinct sensation of rejection, of having to work too hard for Mindy’s attention. It was pissing him the fuck off. And setting off all sorts of alarm bells.

“Get up, you ass.” Brandis’ voice was clear now. “Your room is a pigsty. Are you on drugs or something? Drugs you aren’t sharing? Because I’ve never seen you like this. Get up!” The pillow hit him again, making him grunt, sit, and glare at his oldest friend.

For some reason, the serious look on the boy’s dark-skinned face made Jack want to burst into laughter at the utter absurdity of what he’d been doing —fucking himself into sweet oblivion. In every possible way, shape, and position with the woman who, at the same time, wanted to marry his father.

He groaned and lay back, tugging the blanket up over his eyes, wishing the whole stinking mess away.
“Come on, dickhead. Let’s go…. I need some hoops time, and I’m sick of your excuses.” Brandis stood to his full six-foot-three inches, glaring down at Jack.

Jack blinked then put his feet on the floor, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to sort out why he was so god damned pissed off. He was the same guy in the same body, albeit one that had come a long way since he’d walked into the office that day eager to go to a party and grope a girl.

“All right.” He got up and stretched, relishing the way his sore muscles sang out and his body tingled all over. “Hold your water.” He made his way to the bathroom, took a piss after his morning hard-on receded, then wandered out naked. He grinned at Brandis who’d reached for Jack’s not-so-secret stash of Penthouse mags.

Jack got dressed, then flopped back onto his bed and put an arm over his eyes. His head still pounded from lack of sleep and a strange sort of elusive stress he couldn’t pin down. Oh, right. Mindy. She of the teaching skills who had let him more or less live with her for nearly three months then told him last night he needed to “move on.” To “find some girls his own age and use his new skills on them.” This after he’d fucked her standing up, in the hallway, unable to even wait the short few steps to the bedroom.

Jack ran a slightly shaking hand down his face. Truth was, he didn’t want any “girls his own age.” He wanted nothing more than to hole up with Mindy, eat the crappy Chinese takeout she loved, watch whatever she wanted on TV. Just be with her, content, totally at ease in his skin.

Well, and fucking her a lot, like four or five times a day. He sighed as his cock stirred to life, then sat, needing to redirect his energy. Maybe Brandis was right. He needed to get out and use his body for something other than getting laid.

“Let’s go before you have to spank your monkey all over my magazine.” Jack smacked the titty mag out of his friend’s hand and walked out of his room.

“Are you calling me a monkey, you racist pig?” Brandis ran past him into the hall, hitting the door and tumbling out into the light of the early summer day, making Jack smile.

“No. Just a poor, sex-starved loser. I couldn’t give a fuck less what color you are.”

“Ha, you don’t know me very well, do you?” Brandis snapped, tossing Jack a basketball then climbing behind the wheel of his Shelby Charger. “Don’t get your loser germs on my leather seats.”

Jack grinned, flipped his friend off, then licked his palm and wiped it, ostentatiously, across the steering wheel. “There. Some of my ‘hitting it with regularity’ mojo for ya.”

Brandis snorted. “You’re such a liar.”

“Oh no, I’m not,” Jack said mildly, staring out the window and trying to come to terms with how lonely he felt at that moment.

They screeched out onto the quiet street, stereo blaring, and parked at the high school where a couple of outdoor courts were already busy. Brandis kept his hands on the wheel a minute, staring out the windshield. Jack barely noticed, so sunk in his own stew of self-pity.

“Where have you been?” he said quietly.

Jack blinked then looked at his friend. “What do you…?”

Brandis held up a hand. “Gordon, it’s not like I need you around me or anything but shit, dude, you are like…gone somewhere. You’ve missed the team workouts more than once. You never go out on the weekends. I mean…what is it?”

“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” Jack said, suddenly needing to spill it, to tell somebody. Why not his best friend since elementary school? He rolled the basketball around in his hands, its familiar leather contours comforting.

“Try me.”

“I’ve been, uh, sort of hanging out, I mean, staying over…um…well,” he sighed and rubbed his neck. “I’ve been banging my father’s secretary nearly constantly for about three months. She’s um...been teaching me stuff and...ah….” He stopped, glanced at his friend who was staring at him, open-mouthed. “What?” Jack frowned, suddenly angry. “This is too much for you?”

“Je-sus H. Christ. You lucky bastard!” Brandis smacked his shoulder. “Damn. I thought you were in a cult or got some bad acid or…I don’t know. Fuck!” He pounded the steering wheel. “Finally, no longer the Big V!”

“Shut up,” Jack muttered, the day darkening around him again. He wanted Mindy, needed her. Did not want to be here, doing this. That made him furious with himself. He jumped out of the car and headed for the court. Movement, that would help and mindless hours of playing his favorite game.

Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town. Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse, plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry), has prepped her for life as a successful author.

When she isn’t sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or implementing promotions for her latest publications. Her groundbreaking literary fiction subgenre, “reality fiction,” has gained thousands of fans and followers who are interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”)

Her beer blog a2beerwench.com is nationally recognized for its insider yet outsider views on the craft beer industry. Her books are set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch and in high-powered real estate offices. Don’t ask her for anything “like” a Budweiser or risk painful injury.

For more information on Liz Crowe, please visit her website www.lizcrowe.com or www.brewingpassion.com (her author blog). She enjoys interacting with her fans on her Facebook author page www.facebook.com/lizcroweauthor. Information for all of her books, including eBook and print formats (where available), can be found on her Amazon author page.

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  1. thanks for having me Adria and for being such a loyal fan!

  2. I love your post. I agree wholeheartedly about children these days. As a teacher, I see the excuses from the students and the parents for why the child isn't doing their work. It is all about persistence and the growth mindset.


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