New Release: Essence of Time by Liz Crowe

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Liz Crowe has teamed up with Goddess Fish to promote her new book, Essence of Time. As part of her book tour, Liz will be giving away a $50 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter. See the link below to be entered.

I was able to ask Liz a few questions so we can get to know her a little better. Here’s what she had to say:

It sounds as if you have a hectic schedule juggling being a mom, an author and working at the brewery. Describe a normal week for you.

Well, my life got slightly more simplified recently when my brewery duties were taken from me so….now, I’m working on multiple book projects, offering marketing and social media/author platform building consulting services plus managing my daughter’s soccer life this summer.

I get up early, usually do the most creative stuff then when I’m fresh, either writing (I’m working on a new series, The Love Brothers, that will release in January 2015) or editing (same) or promoting.

I get myself to either Bikram yoga or TitleBox to work off some steam, then since this summer also involved selling our house, there are always packing and unpacking projects sitting around glaring at me!

No two days are ever the same, that much is certain!

What comes first for you when writing a new book, the characters or the plot or something else?

The characters without a doubt. I like to contemplate people first and then concoct their relationships to the world around them and with each other.

What qualities do you like in a hero?

Since I don’t really write traditional romance, I don’t think of my male characters as heroes. I like to read about multi-faceted and complex people and tend to craft male characters not so much with horrible, secret, childhood traumas that shaped them into broody jerks but as men, who, at times by definition are broody jerks but also can be loving, funny, sexy and caring. It’s ok though. We women are, at times by definition, moody b*tches. I know I am, anyways.

Essence of Time has two such men. Both Rob and Blake had their fair share of problems growing up (Rob more so than Blake as you will see) but both are 100% comfortable with their identities as bi-sexual men by the time they meet so there is not a lot of angst regarding that topic. Both men are a lot like most of my male characters: good looking without being overly aware of it, hard working, small business owners who are fiercely loyal to those they love. They have a great sense of humor, love craft beer but are “real” in that they get jealous, self-centered and possessive at times.

What inspired you to write Essence of Time?

ESSENCE OF TIME actually came to me when I realized that the secondary characters in the first 3 books of the Stewart Realty series were so darn compelling I wanted to tell their story. I wanted to make the connections between Rob and Blake and Jack and Sara even stronger. So I go back and capture Rob and Jack’s days conquering the ladies in college and tell the full story between Blake and Suzanne, put the two men together at the Chicago Beer Festival and then bring the plot forward from there.

It is DEFINITELY a stand alone novel. You do NOT need to know anything about these people in order to fully appreciate and enjoy this book. But technically it is book 4 of the Stewart Realty series (Books 1-3 are the “Jack & Sara Trilogy:” Floor Time/Sweat Equity/Closing Costs).

What’s coming up next for you (as an author)?

I have all sorts of projects going on, including The Love Brothers series I mentioned already that I will self publishing January. I am working a thriller novel set in a “reverse dystopian Detroit” (fully revived and thriving in about 2045) and am never too far from the Next Big Idea!


perf5.000x8.000.inddA “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.


NOTE:  The following is rated PG 13 for language and implied ménage relationship

Rob interrupted him, keeping his distance, his voice low and calm. “I don’t want to do anything that will make you unhappy. It’s all I do anymore it seems. I know, I know, me being sick doesn’t make you unhappy it makes you mad. Whatever. Listen,” Rob said, taking the few steps between them and pulling Blake to his feet. “You look like you’re about to walk in front of a firing squad. Fuck it. Let’s call it off.”

“No.” Blake let himself be held a moment, listened to the sound of his lover’s beating heart, his arms wrapped around the man’s too-thin waist. “It’s okay. She’s…I mean, I think it will be fine.”

Rob tilted his chin up. Blake studied Rob’s face, stared into his brown eyes, memorized it, for later. They both smiled. Blake pressed a quick kiss to Rob’s lips, then began to disentangle himself. They needed to get on with it. Lila would be sitting and waiting by now. It would be rude to…But Rob held onto him, his grip strong. The lips he pressed to Blake’s, parting them with his tongue were firm and had a familiar urgency.

Blake broke the kiss first, held onto Rob’s face. “Keep that up and the poor girl will have to pay her own expensive dinner bill. Come on, let’s go. I’m tired of waiting on you.” He brushed a hand across Rob’s chest, and lower, grinning. “Save this. I’ll take some later.”

The ride downtown shimmered with anxious energy. Rob hummed, a clear sign of his nervousness. Blake tapped his fingers on the armrest, fiddled with the window, the HVAC, the radio.

“God damn it.” Rob smacked his hand away from the controls. “Cut it out. You aren’t making either of us feel any better.”

Blake blew out a long breath. “It’s not like I know how to act here. I mean, what the hell are we supposed talk about? The bank transfer of the money? The process? Who gets her first? If she wants it in both…”

“Stop it.” Rob’s voice was strained, his jaw clenched. “I don’t know either but I damn sure am not gonna ask her if she wants a DP. At least not on the first date.”

Blake laughed so loud he snorted. Rob shot him a sideways look as he pulled the F-150 into a parking spot behind the restaurant and put it into park. They both sat, frozen with indecision and anxiety.

“Do you remember Paris?” Blake put a hand on Rob’s thigh. The other man’s muscles twitched under his palm. “That girl, from the nightclub? Our first vacation?”

“Yeah.” Rob kept his hands on the steering wheel, eyes trained straight ahead. “What about it?”

Blake sighed. Rob’s body language, his clenched teeth and white knuckled grip only ramped up his own stress. But he needed them to get past this. They had to go into the restaurant, meet with Lila, eat, drink some wine then…possibly…go home and…He shook his head. He ran fingers through Rob’s hair, the silkiness of the new growth brought a smile to his face. “That was pretty easy. I mean, you know, my first time as three.”

Rob turned to him, anguish suffusing every pore of his handsome face and filling his eyes. He gripped Blake’s hand, yanked him across the console and kissed him hard. When he broke away, Blake touched his face. “You’re the expert here. Not me. The ladies love your tall, blond, Germanic hotness. I’m along for the ride. I’ll…watch and learn.”

“Don’t be an idiot.” Rob leaned his head back, hand over his eyes. “Jesus, this is…about as fucked up as it gets.”

“No, it’s not. Even if you weren’t sick we would be doing it. You know that. We wanted a baby.”

“You wanted a baby. I’m perfectly fine without…”

“You told me a thousand times you weren’t doing this to humor me. Were you lying then, or are you lying now?” Blake’s ears got hot and his chest tightened but he clamped down on the anger. “All we have to do is figure out how to share. That is one thing we know we both need to….practice. I don’t want her to think we’re a couple of barely evolved Neanderthals.”

Rob turned to him, his eyes still bright with unshed tears. “Even though we sort of are?”

Blake shrugged, unable to resist a smile. Rob sighed and climbed out, meeting Blake at the back bumper. He grabbed his arm. “I love you Blake Thornton. God knows I do. So, let’s get on with this, shall we? Not quite the impromptu heat of a Paris nightclub but…we’ll make do with the Chop House.”

The men walked around the corner and up to the restaurant in silence each deep in the mire of his own misery. They spotted her, seated at a table in the front window, before she saw them. Blake took a breath and leaned into his lover’s ear. “Don’t stand there and tell me that she is not beautiful. That she doesn’t do anything for you.”

He put a hand on Rob’s back, as they walked towards her. She looked up and smiled. Blake felt Rob shiver under his palm. “The mother of our child, Rob. The child we both want,” he whispered, then stepped aside so Rob could give Lila a quick hug before he did the same.

Author Bio

Amazon best-selling author, beer blogger and beer marketing expert, mom of three, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe lives 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.


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