Love
Garage
The
Love Brothers #1
by Liz
Crowe
a Contemporary Romance for
Real Life
from BeerWench Enterprises
LLC
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."
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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Love
Garage Excerpt:
“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 #2
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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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
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.
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Book 4: FAMILY LOVE
available Summer 2015 in ebook and print
available Summer 2015 in ebook and print
About
the Author:
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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