When the ideal man truly loves you…but his polar opposite will not
exit your fantasies…
Garrett Hunter is the dictionary definition of masculine
perfection: Handsome, successful, stable, and eager to settle down. He’s just
landed his dream job— General manager for Brockton Brewing, one of Michigan’s
oldest and most storied craft breweries.
Elias Buchannan is a craft beer rock star, recently hired to
drag Brockton into the 21st century. He brings with him innovation and ego in
equal measure. His reputation for a morally casual attitude precedes him but
masks a fear of commitment he earned the hard way.
Lori Brockton realizes she owes it to her father to take her
place in the family business.Two years after barely surviving a brutal attack,
she struggles with anxiety and self-doubt whileworking her way through each department,
learning everything she can.
The week before her final assignment—crafting beer alongside
BrewmasterEli—Lori’scarefully constructed world gets upended when Garrett is
introduced as the new GM. Confronted by attraction to two very different men, she
makes a surprising choice that alters everyone’s lives forever.
One woman’s grueling quest for independence on the road to
recovery placesher at a crossroads. A tender love story in the middle of
personal chaos nearly ruinedby forbidden physical temptation, Paradise Hops is
the ultimate novel of full-circle second chances.
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.
Lori wrestled open the back brewery door, ears already ringing
from the curses that echoed through the brightly lit room. The brewery boys and
three second brewers stood in a line, all looking as nervous as mice observed
by a very hungry cat.
“And, who the fuck,” boomed a voice, “might you be? No one told
me there was a girl brewer in this place.”
As a reflex, Lori looked around, seeking out the female who’d
pissed off the faceless angry voice. She’d been instrumental in convincing her
father to hire Eli Buchanan. He was a brewing celebrity, a genius,
temperamental, and prone to quit perfectly good breweries if the mood suited
him. He was exactly what Brockton needed. They had to get past their staid,
complacent attitude in a rapidly changing craft beer environment.
“Yeah, I’m talking to you. The one who showed up fifteen
minutes late for my morning staff meeting.” She flushed, frowning at the line
of men, many of whom had worked for her father for years, as they shuffled
their feet and wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Who the hell are you, and why are you
on my brewery floor?”
She cleared her throat, squared her shoulders, and channeled
the anger building in her chest. “I’m Lori. Lori Brockton. This is the first
day of my brewery rotation.” She hated how thin her voice sounded.
“Your brewery rotation eh?” She stumbled back when he emerged,
striding straight towards her from between towering stainless steel
fermentation vessels. “What is this? Brewing Day Camp? I’m supposed to babysit
the Brockton kids?” He glared at her, making her blink in the glare of his
bright, steely blue gaze.
Elias Buchanan was the dictionary definition of “larger than
life.” At least six foot five, with long blonde hair held back by a small piece
of leather. The span of his shoulders and definition of his torso barely
concealed under a Brockton Brewing grey T-shirt forced an exhale from Lori’s
lips. He kept quiet as her eyes took him in, from rubber boot clad feet to the
light red stubble covering his jaw.
“See anything you like?”
“Uh, no, I mean, it’s not camp. I mean, you are…I’m….” she
stuttered, then stopped. The man remained stock still, still holding her gaze
as if challenging her. She stood up straighter. “I’m here for the next six
months to learn this part of the business. You know, so I can be your boss
someday.” He frowned at her. She frowned back.
Then he tilted his head back and laughed, stepped into her
personal space and smacked her ass so hard she yelped. “I look forward to that
day little girl Brockton. Yes, I do.” A couple of the men started forward as if
to protect her, but she waved them back. This asshole had another thing coming
if he thought she’d be intimidated by the likes of him. As much as she felt she
should have been frightened by him, he was as non-threatening as Garrett, but
in a different way—a much more spine-tingling way.
The following ten hours of back breaking work nearly made her
throw in the towel. But, after an hour scraping out the last of a twenty
barrel’s worth of wet, heavy spent mash—the leftover grains from a batch of
beer made on their smaller system, she was sore as hell, but invigorated. The
smells, sounds and sights in this heartbeat of the entire operation—the reason
all three hundred of her father’s employees came to work every
day—this she loved.
“Brockton!” An angry voice echoing around behind her made her
jump. Wet, sticky malt grains dripped from her face where she’d accidently
splashed some onto herself as she cleaned out the large vessel. She swiped at
them, smearing even more across her cheeks. Without warning, Eli wiped her face
with a clean white towel, his touch surprisingly tender. But his frown stayed
stuck in place. She stepped away from him, confused and aggravated by her
automatic response to his brief touch.
“Some guy in a tie is looking for you.” He jerked a thumb over
his shoulder but didn’t move. Lori had no experience with hypnosis, but she’d
swear at that moment he’d done it to her. Then the sound of harder heeled shoes
on the concrete floor forced her look past him. Garrett’s bright smile was
familiar, yet somehow strange and out of place in this, most definitely now
Eli’s space.
“I’m actually here to see you, Eli.” Garrett stuck out a hand
and the other man looked at it, glancing over to Lori then back over before
gripping it without a smile. “Glad to have you on board.”
Eli took his hand back, and swiped at it with the towel he’d
used on her face. If he noticed the rude gesture, Garrett didn’t indicate it in
the slightest. Impressed, Lori moved a step closer to him and glared at the
tall, arrogant, blonde man.
Eli shot her an unfathomable look, but spoke to Garrett.
“Sorry, but no suits in the brewery. Wouldn’t want to get you messy.” He walked
away, waving over his shoulder. “Glad to be on board, boss, thanks.” The
sarcasm dripped from his words like venom.
Garrett turned to her, his handsome face calm, as if the odd
exchange with the rude employee had never happened. He stepped close and
whispered in her ear. “What’s up his ass?” She shrugged and leaned the trowel
she’d been using for the last hours against the wall. Rolling out the stiffness
in her upper back, she sighed when Garrett tugged her into his arms, the
connection surprising but pleasant all at once. “Mmm…you smell great,” he
muttered into her hair. Lori relaxed, realizing this was as far as they’d
gotten two nights ago on her front porch before he’d given her an utterly mind
blowing kiss and then sauntered back to his car, leaving her open-mouthed and
wanting more.
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