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Nick Roman – he’s…complicated.  Hotness personified, mysterious, married but let’s not let that stop us.  His marriage is…complicated.  Anyway you put it he’s a whole lot of man.

When Jess sees him for the first time she knows she’s in trouble.  Big  trouble.  Insanely sensual, dark good looks, sexy as sin, deep voice.  What is not to lust over.  And, of course the cocky son of a bitch know what type of effect he as on woman.

Which is why you remember what your mama told you and never get involved with men like that.  Ya know, “connected.”

You just know he’s hiding a boat load of secrets,  you don’t know you don’t wanna know about.  But you love him anyway because underneath all that is that charm, that irresistible charm that draws you in.

But underneath the exterior is a man who will do anything for the right woman.  Lay down his life if he has too.  He will always have your back through thick and thin.  And even though you always feel you want to jump over a cliff when you’re with him, at least you know he will be holding your hand.

This part in Jay-Z and Yonce’s 03 Bonnie & Clyde comes to mind when thinking of Nick Roman.

And I don’t have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
so don’t let the necessary occur, yep!

Fallen Angel – Book One

NikkiPart1psjpegBlurb: When Jess packed up her belongings and fled her small hometown in Kansas, she never looked back. Free from her family’s dark past she was finally able to pursue her lifelong dream as a professional dancer. She never expected to find herself at his door…or at his club.

Nikolas was unlike any other man she had ever met. Sexy…Alluring…Predatory. Dangerous. The kind of man with more secrets than even she had. Every instinct warned Jess against knowing him further, but she always did like playing with fire…

Nikolas Roman took one look at Jess and knew she was trouble from the very start. But something about the defiant twist of her mouth and the wide, haunted eyes of a damaged soul touched him in places he had long ago thought dead. He knew he needed to stay far away from her for his own sanity, but like a moth to a flame he was helpless to resist…

Working at Takers gentleman’s club was the last place Jess thought she would find herself, but she quickly learned how the game was played. See what you want, take what you can get…but at what cost?

Excerpt: Rated 18 and up due to mature nature

He opened the door for her, and she climbed into his Benz. When he shut the door and climbed into the car as well, she knew there was no going back. He smiled at her, his look one of anticipation…and lust.

Journey blared from the radio as they drove quickly down the Jersey Pike. She couldn’t help but laugh at him singing Any Way You Want It. Neither of them spoke and you could cut the building sexual tension with a knife.

They pulled up to what had to be his infamous apartment. She knew he had a house in Elizabeth along with his wife. His wife…..Jess knew when she walked in there with him exactly what she would be doing to her and was shocked she truly didn’t care.

He jumped out of the car, opening the door for her. When she got out he grabbed her hand, leading her up wooden stairs. When they reached the top, he told her to stay on the porch for a moment. He then took out his gun, opened the door and went inside. Within a few minutes he reappeared.

“All clear.”

“Had to make sure we were alone?” Jess rolled her eyes as she walked past him. Trying her hardest not to sound jealous.

“Had to get the video ready.” He was sarcastic, and sounded harsh. And bitter.

“I’m sorry. It’s just…you’re married and-”

“I have not slept with my wife in years. She barely let me touch her when I was allowed to.” Nick laughed humorlessly. “Look, can we not do this now? Yes, I’m married. You deserve an explanation, and sometime, I’ll give you one, but not tonight. Is that ok with you?

When she turned from the door the blue sun dress she wore swayed yet clung to her hips. He saw her back was bare almost to her ass. She spoke without turning.

“Consider the subject closed. For now.”

“Thank you. Want a drink? Wine?”

“Sure, wine would be great.”

He disappeared around the corner and she moved to the couch in front of the bay window to look out. Nick returned with two glasses of wine and stopped in his tracks.

Jess’ hair hung over her shoulder in cascading curls. The moon shone through the window and caught her dress making it almost transparent. He was still standing there when she turned, settling onto the couch and crossing one long leg over the other. She spread her arms out on the back of the couch expansively.

“It’s beautiful.”

He finally made himself walk toward her and handed her the wine as he sat down.

“Not half as stunning as the view from here, kid.”

She turned slightly, angling her knees as close to him as possible. At first glance he appeared to be completely relaxed. He had one arm resting on the back of the couch while the other gripped his wine glass. He sipped his wine and she noticed his free hand was in a fist, his jaw tight. It was like he was holding himself under rigid control.

He leaned forward and placed the wine on the table, reaching over taking hers as well. He placed his hands around her waist, lifting her onto his lap with little effort, moving her legs so she was facing him. Putting both hands in her hair, he pulled her to him and kissed her, claiming her mouth with brute force he couldn’t control. His tongue filled her mouth with an intoxicating taste of wine…and Nick.

Jess pulled her dress up around her waist and pushed against his cock. She paused for a moment at its sheer size. He pulled back from kissing her and looked at her. All the tension was gone from his face and the only expression was one of hunger.

With a strength she’d never felt, he carried her with her long, muscular legs wrapped around him to the bedroom. Without words, he placed her gently on the edge of the bed, pushed her flat and then leaned over to kiss her, gently this time, soothing her punished, bruised lips.

Moving to his knees he flicked his tongue over her clit causing her to cry out. He licked and sucked around her clit, sliding his stiffened tongue in and out, doing everything but what she so desperately needed. Finally he took her in his mouth and slid one finger in, then two, inside of her. When he hummed against her and thrust his thick fingers against the walls of her pussy once more, she exploded in one of the hardest, deepest orgasms of her life.

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Look for Fallen Angel, Book Two to be released soon!

Check out Alisa’s other books – Give and Receive and Give and Take, Books I and II in her Give and Receive Series.  Book III, Give and Keep to be released the end of May.

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Truth from Fiction #CameronSkye #FallenAngel

When writing a semi-autobiographical book, you start to wonder how much is too much to tell.  Where do you draw the line in what you share?  I’ve asked myself those question often when co-writing Fallen Angel.

Alisa kept telling me I had a story to tell and finally talked me into sharing it.   The thought of actually putting my life on paper, let alone sharing it with a wide audience was absolutely terrifying. To actually let people into my personal life seemed almost voyeuristic in many ways.

I’ve fought for many years to put Jess behind me and I’ve kept my story to myself in fear of judgment.   We’ve all been there…those happily waiting to remind you of the person you were in your past. Always throwing up your past mistakes.   Ignoring the person you’ve became because they are uncomfortable with letting go of an image you did so many years ago.

Maybe that’s why I chose to share the stories I did when writing Fallen Angel.  I believe the events shared are my way of taking back my story and owning it. No longer being ashamed of who I was but embracing that young girl looking for love and acceptance wherever she could and never really finding it. Realizing she helped make me into who I am today.

A woman who after many setbacks in her life, will graduate college and work toward her Ph.D.  A woman who still after everything believes in a happily ever after.

Speaking of happily ever after, I was recently asked if the person behind Nick Roman is still the love of my life.  The answer to that question is yes.  I realized just how much so in writing this book.   Maybe we will get our happily ever after one day…who knows.

Right now my only hope is that you enjoy the ride as much as I did.  Have fun trying to separate truth from fiction. =)

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Look for Fallen Angel, Book Two to be released soon!


Check out Alisa’s other books – Give and Receive and Give and Take, Books I and II in her Give and Receive Series.  Book III, Give and Keep to be released the end of May.

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#Bitchesbewritin #essenceoftime Hash Tag Party for Liz Crowe

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Join us for a hash tag party! Please keep this going on twitter.

Use #bitchesbewritin and #essenceoftime in your tweets!  Both have to be used for us to get credit for the tweet.

While you’re at it, check out Essence of Time by Liz Crowe!


A “take life by the throat” philosophy has always served Rob well. It keeps him focused, forcing emotions and potential relationships to take a back seat to his aspirations. But once every obstacle has been conquered and he’s achieved his goal—executive chef at a famous Chicago restaurant—he must acknowledge that he has reached his mid-thirties very much alone.

Blake has just jettisoned his dream job—head of a fast-growing craft microbrewery—to escape from the woman who shattered his soul. Arriving at a Chicago beer festival prepared to drown his sorrows before moving on he is miserable and numb.

Fate throws the men together altering their respective worlds forever.

Once Rob reveals the personal demon that has haunted him for years, Blake allows himself to fully trust again, and admits he wants a child. But a mutual attraction evolves out of a business arrangement with the woman hired as their surrogate, which has the potential to destroy an already delicate status quo.

But time is of the essence, and becomes the one luxury they don’t have.

An honest depiction of a modern relationship mosaic reminding us to treasure every single moment we are allowed to love and be loved.

Essence of Time Excerpt: Rated NC 17 for sexually explicit scene/implied ménage

The room pulsed with sweaty bodies and music. Rob was tired, but Blake had wanted to hit this club and he was finding that what made Blake happy did the same for him. He lifted his glass as Blake looked over at him, and then was swallowed up by the undulating crowd.

Attractive men, women and everything in between moved as one body. He tried to repress a surge of jealousy as hands groped all over Blake’s form. The guy looked damn good, in dark denim jeans and a bright white shirt that hugged his strong frame like a sexy glove.

“Hey handsome.” A lovely female with long black hair slid in alongside him, mirroring his stance. She held out her beer bottle and Rob touched his to it. The soft heat of her exposed skin made his body snap to attention. He shot her a glance that would speak volumes, if she were receptive.

She turned, leaned against the rail and let her hair tumble down her back, the incredible perfection of her breasts clearly exposed to his gaze. Yeah, he thought, she will do very well. He moved closer, touched the top of her cleavage, pleased at the quick pebbling of her skin. She smiled at him, stepped closer. “Mmm….” She sighed as she covered his lips and probed with her small tongue. Her soft curves fit nicely against him. When he opened his eyes and spotted Blake sandwiched between a couple of lovely women, he broke the kiss and cupped the girl’s chin, his brain a whirl of possibility and his whole body zinging with desire.

“Hey,” he whispered close to her ear. “You up for some fun tonight?”

Mai oui.” She bit his earlobe. Putting his hands on her bare arms, he held her back, shoving down the sudden urge to yank her into the back room and have her to himself.

“You game for two of us?” He ran his finger down her neck and across the tops of her breasts.

“Depends. The other one as hot as you?” She licked her plump lips, took a step into him and covered his zipper again with her hand. He let himself enjoy it a half a second, then smiled, turned her around and pointed over her bare shoulder at Blake, still stuck between the two supermodels, writhing in time to the pounding techno music. She sucked in a breath. “Really?” Rob leaned in, kissed her shoulder, ran a hand up her thigh, found her as pantiless as he figured she’d be. She kept her back to him, her breathing coming in small gasps as he licked his way up her neck, his fingers busy under her skirt.

“Really.” He pressed his erection against her hip, relished the soft wet folds at his fingertips. She pulsed under his touch, moaning when he gave it just the right amount of pressure and speed. “Come for me, ma petite.” She stiffened, put a hand over her mouth. Rob smiled as her body shuddered. “Oui, just like that.” He bit down on her shoulder, slid his fingers from between her legs and sucked them into his mouth as she gripped the rail, still gasping for breath. He cupped the back of her neck, tugged her close, kissed her hard and then released her. Turning her slowly once again, he cupped a breast, ran his thumb over the peaking nipple. “That’s him. Go, dance, seduce him. I’ll be watching.”

She smiled, grabbed his hand and sucked the fingers he’d just used to bring her to orgasm in this room full of people into her small, pert mouth. Then bit his fingertips and released him before sashaying out onto the dance floor, leaving him standing, his brain humming with anticipation.

Over the next half hour or so she delivered, in spades, inserting herself between Blake and one of the chicks dripping off him with ease, wrapping herself around him and pulling him close. Rob leaned on the rail and watched, mesmerized, as Blake laughed, danced, and let the girl tease, touch and dirty dance with him.

He grabbed another beer from a passing tray, and then caught the two of them in an incredible kiss, Blake’s hands roaming all over her half-dressed body. Just as Rob started to cut it short, not sure if he was actually ready to share Blake, the man opened his eyes and stared straight at Rob. He broke the kiss, turned the girl around and ground against her from behind. Rob lifted his beer bottle as Blake reached around and cupped a breast, leaning down to lick her neck. Rob smiled, relaxed, and let himself be calmed. Blake wanted this. So he did too.

He put his fingers to his lips again, tasting her, finished the beer, then stalked out onto the floor, entering the fray and breaking a solid sweat sandwiching the girl, sneaking kisses with Blake over her head. At one point the girl, Juliet, he’d discovered, reached up and grabbed his neck and laid a kiss on him that made him breathless. “You guys are hot as shit. We gonna do this, or what?” He nodded, grabbed her hand and Blake’s and pulled them out into the warm Parisian night.

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About Liz Crowe

Amazon best-selling author, beer blogger and beer marketing expert, mom of three, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse. While working as a successful Realtor, Liz made the leap into writing novels about the same time she agreed to take on marketing and sales for the Wolverine State Brewing Company.

Most days find her sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, unless she’s writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications.

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 many 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.

If you are in the Ann Arbor area, be sure and stop into the Wolverine State Brewing Co. Tap Room—but don’t ask her for anything “like” a Bud Light, or risk serious injury.







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One day till kick off of our Fallen Angel Book Tour. Thanks to
Sizzling PR for putting it all together for us.  Please take a moment and stop by the blogs who graciously hosted us!

5/9:  You Gotta Read

5/10:  The Lusty Literate

5/12:  Deal Sharing Aunt

5/13:  Self Publish or Die

5/14:  Book Purses and Reviews

5/15:  Sizzling YA Books

5/16:  Becky on Books

5/19:  Harlie’s Books

5/20:  I’m Full of Bad Ideas

5/21:  Must Read Faster

5/22:  In Shadows

5/23:  Heather Powell

Promo opportunity…looking for authors

bitches be writin’ book blog has promo opportunities for may, june and july….don’t be shy….the blood sacrifice only comes AFTER you’re sworn in. *winks*

interview, spotlights, cover revels and guest spots are all available. weekends are allowed. we get a pretty decent amount of daily hits and promote heavily on triberr, facebook and twitter. again, right now, there are plenty of open dates.

i write erotic romance, contemporary romance, new adult and paranormal, but ALL GENRES, repeat, ALL GENRES are more than welcome. well…except young adult just because we do not filter. Please do not confuse that with new adult, which we do welcome.

visit:  https://alisaanderson.wordpress.com/guest-submission/ for all details or contact rachell, my pr diva at houseofalisa (AT) gmail (DOT) com

thanks! -alisa