Guest Blog and Contest!

Hello Everyone,

Today the awesome Liz Crow is taking over my blog, and she is treating us to a wonderful excerpt and swag. 😀

 

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT and a BREWERY SWAG contest!

Read the excerpt and answer the question (leave your email) and be entered to win a gift pack from Liz’s brewery including a tee shirt, a pint glass, some coasters and a “beer wench” keychain/bottle opener!

EXCERPT:

Helena sputtered, tried to resist the way he manhandled her out of the chair. “I’m on the phone,” she whispered, but he took it, touched the screen to end the call and tucked it in his pocket, at the same time covering her mouth with his. His firm, forceful lips gave her a clear message of possession and desire. The entire world shifted under her feet when she met his tongue’s demand, let him sweep inside her, thread his fingers in her hair andpush her back against the wall.

Holy hell,the guyknows how to kiss.

She made a little noise in her throat when he moved his amazing lips from hers and traced a line down her neck. Against all logic, she wrapped her arms around him, angled her body so she could feel every inch of him, including an obvious erection straining his zipper.He moved one hand down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her tighter and higher up his body. She parted her thighs, let him slip one of his between them. The restaurant noise faded, leaving nothing but the sound of their breathing in her ears.

He released her ass, reached up to cradle her face.

“Helena, you are—”

Shepushed him away. “Horny now, thanks to you.”He burst out laughing. She covered her mouth. “Sorry. I’m a little blunt. It’s a failing.”

He pulled her close again. “Not to me, it’s not. Let’s go.”

She frowned, disentangled herself and stared at him. “Oh okay. Yeah.” She readjusted the skirt that had slid up her thighs and forced away the lusty mist clouding her brain.

Not your type, remember? Work to do, remember? This trust-fund asshole obviously wants to notch his bedpost. Fuck that.

His intense gaze didn’t change and he had not moved out of her space yet. Placing her hands on his still too-close chest, she cleared her throat and pushed him back. “You’re right. Let’s go. Work to do.” She grabbed her purse and marched out on wobbly heels, assuming he would follow.

By the time she made it to her car, a cold winter wind had picked up and she shivered, regretting leaving her slightly threadbare dress coat at home. Tears of anger at herself threatened to spill over.

What did he think she would do anyway? Fucking playboy jerk. She wrenched the door open and gasped when he spun her around. His now-stubbled jaw clenched.

“No. Work is over,”he ground out.

“Are you nuts? Some of us have to put in a whole day,Prufrock. You know, bills to pay and all that?”Pushing him away again, she climbed into the car, slammed the door and prayed she hadn’t shut his hand in it. She had to get away from him. Eitherthat, or lose all control and prove herself a desperate, poor sales girl, willing to let the rich boy between her legs after just one kiss. He slid into the passenger seat, cupped her neck and brought his impossibly handsome face up to hers.

“Don’t.” She heard her voice, papery and thin, and shut her eyes against the temptation to let him do whatever he wanted.

“Open your eyes.”

That now familiar rasp in his throat made her whimper. He smiled before kissing her again, gentle, taking his time, exploring her lips and tongue with his. She clutched at him over the console, gasping when he cupped her breast under the silk blouse.

“You are perfect,” he said. “And I need to touch you more. Now. So let’s go. I’ll give you directions.” He tore his lips from her neck and sat back,keeping his fingers in her hair. She gulped and shook her head, turning to grip the steering wheel so hard her knuckles ached with the effort.

He put his warm palm over one of her hands, pried her loose and put it against his chest. “Do you feel that?” His heart beat hard and fast. “I’m terrified of this. But I need you. I can’t explain it. And I will excuse you from work. I know your boss.” He grinned.

Reality gave hera hard smack in the face, reminding her exactly what must be happening. Horny men were no new concept to her. Time to nip this right in the bud before she did something she really regretted. She trailed her fingers down to the impressive bulge between his legs. He squirmed when she cupped his balls, stroked his cock. “I know what you want,Prufrock. It’s pretty fucking obvious. So keep your bullshit, heartbeat-romance lines to yourself.” She glared at him, putting her hands back on the wheel.

Answer the question: what season of the year is it in this scene?

LUST ON TAP! Available now from Ellora’s Cave. http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10265-lust-on-tap.aspx

BLURB:

When wealthy brewery owner Dustin Prufrock meets sexy saleswoman Helena Turner, sparks fly—angry sparks. They seem destined to do nothing but clash, until a hot hook-up in a cold beer cooler changes everything.

For Dustin, it’s a life-changing moment and one that sets him on a path away from his birthright. Helena is forced to face her fears about committing to a man considered the playboy of the micro brewing world. The power of pre-conceived notions nearly tears them apart, until they meet up with Erik, Dustin’s old friend from the brewing institute in Munich, who provides them with an erotic and emotional connection that completes them all.

But fate has different plans, and Dustin is forced to take responsibility for his old life as heir to a large business. While he slips back into his expected role, Helena and Erik are thrown together in an attempt to run Dustin’s brewery without him. But the strength and trust of their once-balanced threesome has been shattered, and mutual lust might not be enough to keep them all together.

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Bio: Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great middle west, 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 erotic romance author.  When she isn’t sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications.

Otherwise, look for her doing pounds of laundry for her athletic children, watching La Liga on the Fox Soccer Channel, or trying to figure out what to order in for dinner. Liz loves her Foo Fighters Pandora station, and watching reruns of Deadwood, when there isn’t any decent sports on (like during “golf season”).  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.

Best wishes,

Virginia Cavanaugh

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15 thoughts on “Guest Blog and Contest!

  1. This sounds like a great read, very hot! The answer: the season in the scene is winter. cheryllynne(at)rocketmail(dot)com

  2. Well, after that excerpt I really want to read the rest! Thanks for sharing.
    A: The season is Winter.
    rae.gwendy(at)gmail(dot)com

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