Lightstruck
By
Liz Crowe
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 30, 2017
Hosted by: Buoni Amici
Press, LLC.
Ross Hoffman
held the potential for a perfect life in his hands—a life with Evelyn, the only
woman he’d ever allowed himself to love, their baby, and…her husband, Austin
Fitzgerald, who also happened to be his best friend. But the challenge of
trying to make a threesome into something acceptable—much less the thought of
actually sharing Evelyn with anyone—forces him to bolt. Determined to put all
thoughts of their relationship behind him, Ross jumps headfirst into a new
brewery job in Colorado, and back into the sort of sexual decadence that he
hopes will distract him from his misery.
When he agrees
to assist Austin through a spate of brewery mishaps, he lays eyes on his true
fate—in the form of the petite, mysterious, and exotic Elisa Nagel. Hired as
assistant brewer, Elisa is absolutely everything he believes he doesn’t want in
a woman. But he’s drawn to her in ways he can’t explain, and can’t help but
fall hard, fast, and deep, which places him square the middle of her horrific,
until-now secret backstory.
Ross is determined that his love will conquer and overcome the horrors of Elisa’s past, allowing her to trust him with the only thing he desires—her heart.
Ross is determined that his love will conquer and overcome the horrors of Elisa’s past, allowing her to trust him with the only thing he desires—her heart.
“You really know
how to make yourself scarce, don’t you?” Austin said by way of greeting.
Ross grunted a
reply as he sat gingerly down into a chair at the kitchen table. The sunlight
blaring through the window pierced him right in the eyeballs. It shoved the
spike of pain nice and deep into his brainpan, blinding and deafening him for a
few seconds. “What? Sorry. I’m a little fragile this morning.”
“Whatever, dude.
So, can you come?”
“I already told
Evelyn I would.” He couldn’t keep the snippy tone out of his voice. It was all
he could do at that moment not to puke all over the expensive hardwood floor.
“What? When did
you talk to her?” Austin sounded frazzled. But he’d sounded that way ever since
Rose’s birth.
“Shit man, I
don’t remember. What the hell day is it anyway?”
“What happened
to Mr. Pure Living?”
“He got gang
banged by a pack of succubus, all right? Cut him a break.”
“Nice,” Austin
said. Ross couldn’t tell if he were amused or honestly pissed off.
“Whatever. So
yeah, I told her at some point I’d help you guys. I’m somewhat persona non
grata around here all of a sudden, anyway.” He rubbed his eyes.
“Seriously, what day is it?”
Austin’s heavy
sigh set Ross’ sensitive on edge. But he sat still, willing the clanging agony
in his head to stop, knowing getting angry would only exacerbate it. “It’s
Wednesday morning, eleven a.m. where I am, which makes it nine where you are.”
Shocked at the
lost twenty-four hours, he lurched forward, which sent a jolt of nausea up his
throat. “Oh, shit.”
“Yeah. So, I
guess you heard it all, then. If you talked to Evelyn?”
“I, uh, don’t
know,” he hedged as he stumbled to the kitchen sink just in case. The silence
on the other end of the line made his pulse race. His good buddy was getting a
tad bit bossy and Ross was in zero mood for it. “Guess you should tell me
whatever the fuck it all is. Since the last I spoke to Evelyn it was Monday
night. Tuesday seems to have been sucked away, along with every ounce of my—”
“Spare me.”
“Dude, just fill
me in. Holly showed up here that same night and I’m pretty sure she drugged me
or something.”
“Poor little
snowflake,” Austin said, amusement clear in his voice this time.
“Yeah. I sure as
hell wish I could remember any of it.” He touched his sore dick before pressing
fingertips against the many, tiny burned spots and gouges on his chest. “So,
anyway, what’s going on now, drama king?”
“Oh, not much I
guess. Other than my wife was nearly raped and killed by a psycho
almost-ex-employee before he got popped between the eyes by my strange new
German lady brewer.”
“You really
shouldn’t mess with me right now.” Ross kept his head lowered, waiting for the
inevitable over the sink.
“I’m not.”
“Evelyn was…is
she all right?” He poured another glass of water and forced it past the rising
gorge in his throat.
“Yes. Thanks to
Elisa Nagel, she is. Although that woman is now in custody and I gotta go post
a two hundred fifty thou bail and get her scary ass in front of my lawyer.”
“Elisa…who?” The
room had commenced spinning so he squeezed his eyes shut. “Oh, right. The
Berliner brewer chick.” But he knew damn well who she was. Fronting with
confusion was his reflex to counter the surge of emotion that had muscled past
his pain at the sound of her name.
Liz
Crowe writes intense true-to-life stories that make you feel. Whether it's
anxiety, love, fear, hate, bliss, or loss woven into her plot lines, you will
feel it deep down to your very soul. --Audrey Carlan, #1 New York Times
Bestselling Author
Liz
Crowe is one of those rare authors who knows how to take the emotions of her
characters and make them real for her readers, binding you to the story.” ---USA
Today and Internationally Bestselling Author Desiree Holt
"Liz
Crowe is my drug of choice for unconventional romance that pushes the envelope
of my comfort zone." --Bestselling Author of the Enigma Series,
Ditter Kellan
“I’ve
learned to expect the unexpected with any Liz Crowe novel—along with
3-dimensional characters and well-written, realistic plots.” --USA Today
bestselling author AM Hargrove
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