Love
Garage
The
Love Brothers
Book
One
Liz
Crowe
Genre: Contemporary Romance for
Real Life
Publisher: BeerWench Enterprises
LLC
Date of Publication: 1/5/2015
ISBN:
ASIN: B00P4GJCL8
Number of pages: 268
Word Count: 67,000
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde Media
Book Description:
Antony Love is the quintessential
responsible oldest brother of a boisterous, Italian/Irish family, placed in
charge at a young age by his parents who are busy running the family business.
He manages his siblings with a fair but iron hand, until his life is shattered
by personal tragedy leaving him the shell of the man he once was.
When outspoken matriarch Lindsay
Halloran Love becomes ill, the youngest brother Aiden shows up at Antony's
garage, having dropped out of school (again), needing work and a place to
crash. Antony provides both, with three caveats: "Don't smoke in my truck,
don't be late for work, and don't mess with my girlfriend."
But Aiden Love, budding novelist,
gets one glimpse of Rosalee Norris, young widow of Antony's lifelong best
friend and all bets are off.
Set
in horse country near Lexington, Kentucky, The Love Brothers Series is a saga
of family devotion that runs as wide and deep as the Ohio River--except on
Sundays when brothers Antony, Kieran, Dominic and Aiden work out their
frustrations on the basketball court, Love brother style.
The
Love Brothers: A family saga with humor, heat and heart—not to mention beer,
bourbon and basketball.
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Book
Trailer: http://youtu.be/CefA1aGVkpg
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Love
Garage Excerpt:
Love Garage
opened bright and early the next morning, a Saturday, a day Aiden had hoped to
spend recovering.
“I get so many
oil changes and random small jobs on Saturdays, it doesn’t make sense to be
closed and let the jackasses with the Quickilube at Walmart get the business,”
Antony insisted when Aiden groaned with dismay upon being awakened after two
hours of drunken sleep. It didn’t help that the awakening occurred at the
business end of a thrown pillow. “Get up, Romeo. You owe me rent money.”
He did, slowly,
queasily hitting a shower, sore all over, his skin mottled from bug bites. But
nothing topped the glorious agony of a bourbon hangover like the one that had
him firmly in its evil grasp.
He slouched out
the door, cursing Antony, cursing Tricia, cursing her ex-husband for throwing
her in his path last night. But mostly cursing his own weak-ass uselessness. He
rested his head against the cool comfort of the truck window until Antony hit a
bump or two, which sent extra pain jolting down his spine.
“Sorry,” his
brother muttered, glancing over at him.
“No, you’re
not.”
“Got me there.
And you’d better warn me if you’re about to toss your cookies. I won’t have
that in my vehicle, got me?”
Aiden rubbed his
neck and nodded, swallowing the urge to throw up all over the pristine interior
on principal. “Why d’you hate me so much? You used to like me.” He stared over
at his brother, heart thumping, ears humming, throat closing up with nausea. He
despised waking up still drunk.
“I don’t hate
you.” Antony turned onto the main road headed into town.
“Could’ve fooled
me. You’re a real asshole anymore. Worse than Dom.”
Antony merely
shrugged, not rising to that tried-and-true bait. So they spent the rest of the
ride to the garage in silence. Once there, Antony sat gripping the wheel. Aiden
waited, hoping he’d get something out of him—something he would assure him that
the man he thought he remembered as the protective, funny, and loving guy he’d
grown up with still existed inside the guy walking around wearing Antony’s
skin.
Finally, he let
go of the wheel, exhaled, and squared his shoulders as if prepping for battle.
Aiden made a mental note to talk to Kieran about how badly Antony had descended
into his life of non-stop mourning and jerk-hood.
“So, Rosalee,
not putting out for you or what? You need to get laid maybe? Knock the edge
off?”
The glare Aiden
got for saying those particular words did make him worry Antony might punch his
aching head through the passenger-side window.
He clenched his
jaw in the way Aiden remembered from their childhood. “That is so far outside
the realm of your business as to be in another galaxy. Get to work and don’t
say her name to me again.”
And with that,
Aiden was left with the fleeting thought that mentioning Rosalee directly was
probably not a good idea. He surely didn’t need Antony to guess that her name
was on his lips, or front and center of his mind.
He shook his
head—a Bad Plan because it summoned the pounding agony back with a vengeance.
Groaning, he climbed out and shuffled over to the door.
A new day began
at Love Garage.
Coach
Love
The
Love Brothers
Book
2
Liz
Crowe
Genre: Contemporary Romance for
Real Life
Publisher: BeerWench Enterprises
LLC
ASIN: B00PHLU0CK
Number of pages: 229
Word Count: 58,000
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde Media
Book Description:
The smoldering intensity of first
love ~ the forbidden fantasy of temptation ~ the cold hard facts of real life.
When one man’s hopes are dashed
apart in a split second after years spent chasing a dream, he returns home to
Kentucky furious at the world and everyone around him.
Kieran Francesco is the middle
son of the volatile, tight-knit Halloran-Love family. His role as peacemaker
and the one true athlete is well established. He now faces life devoid of the
sport he adores after a horrific, career-ending accident, which places him in a
new and entirely uncomfortable position—that of the brother with no future.
Over the course of a few
tumultuous months Kieran is plunged back into life at the center of the Love
family, where he must cope with one self-destructive brother, one ill-timed
reconnection to an old flame and a series of bad choices that land him in more
trouble than he’d ever known existed.
COACH
LOVE, book 2 of The Love Brothers, a family saga of sibling loyalty that runs
as deep and wide as the Ohio River—at least until Sunday, when Antony, Kieran,
Dominic and Aiden work out their frustrations at the weekly Love brother
pick-up basketball game.
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Trailer: http://youtu.be/CefA1aGVkpg
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Coach
Love Excerpt:
As he drove the
twenty or so miles from his parents’ house into town Kieran’s head began to
clear. The windows were down and the tunes cranked. The sun shone. Signs of
summer--one of his favorite seasons--were all around him. Parks packed with
families, all the basketball courts and swimming pools overflowing. The sight
of a gaggle of boys on bikes riding alongside him for a while, singing along
with whatever random, crappy rap song currently polluted the airwaves made him
smile.
“Hey, it’s
Kieran Love!” one of the punks shouted after a few blocks. “Can you come over
and shoot a few with us?”
He waved and
drove on, gratified but sad, the sound of their cheerful unhappiness at his
refusal filling his ears, taking the stretch of four lane road at seventy miles
an hour, pressing the gas pedal to the floor, the throaty, powerful roar of the
car’s engine revving him from head to toe.
It would be all
right because he and Melinda loved each other. They had from the moment they’d
met. He passed some grandpa in a Toyota, as the deep green fields surrounded by
picturesque white fences and dotted with horses filled both sides of his
vision.
He’d been home
and recuperating from radical knee surgery with the best prognosis he could
hope for after such a nasty break--to walk normally, much less play the
occasional pick up game. His depression had been deep, wide, and terrifying. He
woke every day at his parents’ house, unwilling even to get out of bed, not
that he could without help for the first few weeks.
Antony had
tossed a laptop computer at him one day when he’d been sulking, unshaven, and
eating an entire bag of potato chips, something he’d not done since the age of
ten when his fate--bound for basketball fame and fortune--had been determined.
“Here, find a
job, find a date, find something,” he’d said before yanking the empty chip bag
away and smacking Kieran’s head hard enough to make his ears ring.
“Ow. Leave me
alone, asshole. I’m grievously injured,” he’d said, not caring about the
swear-free zone he inhabited.
“That’s three
dollars young man,” his mother had called out from the kitchen.
“You live with
this, jerk, and see how you feel about finding ‘a date.’“ He’d hooked his
fingers around the words, heart in his throat at how badly he’d wanted to call
Cara right then.
But by the next
weekend he was caning and limping his way toward the door to some faux-fancy
Italian restaurant in Lexington, rubbing his freshly shaved face and trying not
to sweat through his dress shirt. The woman from the internet site sat at the
bar, twirling an olive-laden swizzle stick in her martini glass, long, slim,
bare legs crossed, feet encased in sky-high patent leather heels. He’d exhaled,
beyond relived that he’d not been cat-fished by some troll, or worse, a dude.
He’d hesitated
then, something in him telling him to turn around and leave, fast. But at that
moment, she’d flashed him the whitest, most perfect smile he’d ever seen and he’d
been hooked. He still didn’t know how. They’d gone out for three weeks before
she let him kiss her. It’d been another three weeks before he got anywhere near
her tits. It had been a solid four months before he scored but that encounter
had been, in a word, epic.
Melinda liked to
talk dirty, wear heels and a garter belt while he fucked her. Loved doing it
with all the lights on and in semi-public places. She gave head like a pro at
first, before he’d given her an engagement ring.
Her bitchiness
had come across as extreme decisiveness, sort of hot in way, he’d admit, since
he tended toward the spontaneous and unplanned--”wishy washy” as he now
understood it thanks to Melinda’s re-categorization of his personality. Her
tight grip on her emotions and her surroundings, the OCD way she ordered her
life did grate on him at times but he figured she tolerated his innate
sloppiness and willingness to wake on a Sunday without a plan in place for the
rest of the day. When he realized he sat across from her at some overpriced,
hipster restaurant near her office after going out with her for eight months,
ready to present her with a ring he could barely afford, it had shocked him
without seeming to even faze her.
“Well, of course
I’ll marry you, but you’ve got to find a better job,” she’d drawled as she
sipped her champagne.
“A new job?”
He’d gotten the teaching gig at his old high school and couldn’t imagine any
job he’d want or like better. She made six figures for Christ’s sake, at least
he thought she did.
Elated, drunk
with lust and achievement, he’d tried to get his long legs adjusted under the
small table jammed between all the others and covered with small plates of
“tapas” which, best he could tell were “appetizers” only twice the price and
half the helpings.
“I’ll do
anything you want, Melinda. You saved me, honest to God you did.”
She’d fluttered
her inky black lashes and gazed at him with an expression that convinced him
he’d made the drastic move for the right reasons. The following year had been a
combination of frustration, anger and high school level blue balls. The double
drama Antony and Aiden had foisted on the Love family during that time hadn’t
helped but it had distracted him. He’d taught his classes, helped out with the
basketball team pro bono without telling Melinda and had been happier than he’d
ever been as a pro athlete.
The fact that
she maintained her uber-bitch persona around his family killed him. But he was
hooked.
Still.
Mostly.
Book
3: LOVE BREWING available in ebook format March 1, 2015
All
3 books available in print March 14, 2015
Love
Brewing
The
Love Brothers
Book
3
Liz
Crowe
Book
Description:
Every family has one—the black
sheep, the problem child, the prodigal. But Dominic Sean Love could teach all
of those guys a lesson or two. Stuck in the middle of a boisterous group of
siblings, he’s given “acting out” a new meaning from the day he drew his first
breath.
While he’s the one son who
follows his strict father’s footsteps into the Love family business, he’s also
the one who butts heads with him the hardest. Their epic clashes are the stuff
of family legend. But they have made peace and work side by side to take Love
Brewing to the next level of success.
Until Dominic does the one thing
his father can never forgive.
Diana Brantley has been Dominic’s
friend, girlfriend and ex-girlfriend so many times she’s lost count. When he
shows up at the farm she’s slowly transforming into a wildly popular
farm-to-table resource for restaurants all over the U.S. her first impulse is
to shoot first and ask questions later. But she doesn’t. And their lives
entwine once more, for good, bad and ugly.
FREE NOVELLA AVAILABLE FEB. 1, 2015 ON
AMAZON ONLY: “SAFE LOVE.”
Book 4: FAMILY LOVE available Summer
2015 in ebook and print
About
the Author:
Amazon best-selling author, beer
blogger, brewery marketing expert, mom of three, 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.
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